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The Fourth ENTRY.
A Wild Ayr by way of Symphony, prepares the change of the Scene: which having continu'd a while, the Scene is chang'd; wherein is discern'd upon a Hill, a Wood, and in it a Tree, which was famous in those times for extraordinary compass and height; on the top of which, Pedro (formerly a Slave to the Spaniards, but now employ'd by the Moorish King to conduct Sir Francis Drake towards Panamah) had promis'd Sir Francis Drake to shew him both the North and the South Atlantick Seas. English Souldiers and Marriners are reposing themselves under it. At distance the Natives are discern'd in their hunting of Boars; and at nearer view, two Peruvians are killing a Stagg. This Object having remain'd a while,95
Drake senior.
A boar so fierce and large
No Hunter e're did charge.
Advance thy Spear,
And turn him there.
Drak. jun.
This last encounter he has bravely stood;
But now has lost his courage with his blood.
Drak. sen.
He foams, and still his Tusks does whet,
As if he still disdain'd retreat.
Drak. jun.
The wound you gave him makes him turn his head,
To seek the darker shades, where he was bred.
Page.
Follow, follow!
Drak. sen.
Stay my Victorious Boy!
When a couragious Beast does bleed,
Then learn how far you should proceed
To use advantage where you may destroy:
To courage even of Beasts some pity's due;
And where resistance fails, cease to pursue.
Enter Pedro.
Pedro.
Our men have firmly stood and swiftly run:
The Game was plenteous and the Chace is done.
Drak. jun.
Pedro in sev'ral forms has all
That ev'ry where we merit call.
Drak. sen.
Wary in War as Chiefs grown old;
And yet in suddain dangers bold.
Civil and real too in Courts;
Painful in bus'ness and in sports.
Pedro.
Behold that Tree which much superiour grows
To all that in this Wood
Have many Ages stood:
Beneath whose shade your Warriours may repose.
Drak. jun.
There let us stay
And turn our Prey
Into a Feast
Till in the West
The Cypress curtain of the night is drawn.
Then forward march as early as the dawn.
Drak. sen.
Is this that most renown'd of Western Trees
On whose Main-top
Thou gav'st me hope
To view the North and South Atlantick Seas?
Pedro.
It is; therefore with speed
Thither, my Chief, proceed:
And, when you climbing have attain'd the height,
Report will grow authentick by your sight.
Drak. sen.
When from those lofty branches I
The south Atlantick spy
My vows shall higher fly,
Till they with highest Heav'n prevail,
That, as I see it, I may on it sail.
Drak. jun.
No English Keel hath yet that Ocean plow'd.
Pedro.
If Prophesie from me may be allow'd,
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That happy enterprize to thee
For thou of all the Britans art the first
That boldly durst
This Western World invade;
And as thou now art made
The first to whom that Ocean will be shown,
So to thy Isle thou first shalt make it known.
Chorus of all.
This Prophesie will rise
To higher Enterprise.
The English Lion's walk shall reach as far
As prosp'rous valour dares adventure War.
As Winds can drive, or Waves can bear
Those Ships which boldest Pilots stear.
[Exeunt.
This Song is sung by two Land Souldiers, and two Seamen.
Seam.
How comes it you Landmen, and we of the Sea,
Though oft mixt together yet seldom agree?
Landm.
A Riddle, which we can find out no more
Than you can why Seas contest with the shore.
Seam.
We give a shrewd guess how our quarrels have grown;
For still when at Land we are joyntly design'd
To the dainty delight of storming a Town,
You run to the Plunder, and leave us behind.
Landm.
Alas, our dear Brothers! How can we forbear?
But aboord when you have us, where wonderful Gold
Is shovell'd like Ballast, y'are even with us there:
We fight on the Decks, whilst you rummidge the Hold.
Seam.
But now we shall march where the Diegos (though loth
To part with it civ'ly) may soon oblige both.
Landm.
They so much are scar'd from their wits with their dangers,
That now they want wit to be civil to strangers.
Chorus of all.
Come let us joyn hands then, and nere part asunder,
But, like the true Sons of trusty old Mothers,
Make equally haste to a snap of the plunder,
Then justly divide, and spend it like Brothers.
This Song being ended, the two Land-Souldiers and two Sea-men dance a Jigg, to intimate their future amity.
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