ACT 4. SCEN. 4.
Enter Mironault, Hyppasus, Pysander.
Mir.
BRave Hyppasus, how to forgive my self I cannot tell,
For all that you have suffered.
Hyp.
Still on that strain, Sir!
VVe could not serve you thus if we repined,
Or feared to suffer for you; wrong not our honesty
And courage both.
Mir.
They are too excellent, I swear it were a pleasure
To share in danger with you, were't not a pain
To see you there—Gallant Pysander,
You brought us timely aid, and from our sinking fates
Raised us again; but you had quickly done
On t'other side.
Pys.
O mine were pittifull rascalls,
Yours came to their businesse handsomly.
Mir.
They did indeed, Phylanter first
Advanc'd before his men, bold in despight
Of all his crimes, and carelesse both alike
Of honesty and danger.