And as for these whose ransom we have set,
It is our pleasure one of them depart;
Therefore come you with us and let him go.

Hale him away, and let him talk no more.

Walter,--

Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
Thy lips that kiss'd the queen shall sweep the ground;
And thou that smiledst ...

Yes, Pole.

Convey him hence and on our longboat's side
Strike off his head.

First let my words stab him, as he hath me.

But Jove was never slain, as thou shalt be.

Be not so rash; take ransom, let him live.

What, think you much to pay two thousand crowns,
And bear the name and port of gentlemen?
Cut both the villains' throats; for die you shall:
The lives of those which we have lost in fight
Be counterpoised with such a petty sum!

The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in ...