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The Sixth ENTRY.
This Entry is prepar'd with a Martial Ayr, and presently the Scene is chang'd; wherein is discover'd the Prospect of a hilly Country, with the Town Panamah at a distance, and Recoes of Mules, in a long train, loaden with Wedges of Silver and Ingots of Gold, and travelling in several Roads down a Mountain. There likewise may be discern'd their Drivers and Guards.Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page.
Drak. jun.
The Reco is not yet within our Ken.
Drak. sen.
It will be strait. Draw up our men,
And in low whispers give our orders out.
Drak. jun.
Where's Pedro now?
Drak. sen.
Upon the brow
Of that high Hill, I sent him there to scout.
Enter Rouse.
Rous.
Chief, we are all into a Body drawn,
And now an hour is wasted since the dawn.
Drak. sen.
The time will yet suffice. We halted here
To stay for our tir'd Baggage in the Reer.
Rous.
If ought from new resolves thou wilt command,
Speak, Chief, we now in expectation stand.
Drak. sen.
If English courage could at all be rais'd,
By being well perswaded, or much prais'd,
Speech were of use: but Valour born, not bred
Cannot by art (since being so,
It does as far as Nature go)
Be higher lifted, or be farther led.
All I would speak, should tell you, I despise
That treasure which I now would make your Prize:
Unworthy 'tis to be your chiefest aim.
For this attempt is not for Gold, but Fame;
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But by subduing those who rescue it.
Enter a Souldier.
Sol.
Pedro descends the Hill, and does desire
That from this open plain you would retire,
And wheel behind that Wood a little space.
Drak. sen.
Divide our Forces to secure the pass.
[Exeunt.
Enter Drake Junior, a Souldier, Rouse, and a Mariner, the Souldier and Mariner being brought to be plac'd as Sentries.
Drak. jun.
This must your station be;
Stand stedfast as that Tree!
Rous.
Bravely alive upon this ground,
Or greater else in death be found.
[Exeunt Drak. jun. and Rouse.
The Bells of the Mules are heard from within.
Mar.
Mules! Mules! I hear their walking chime, Ting, Ting!—
They love sad Tunes, how dolefully they ring?
Sol.
This sound seems single, and from far does come.
Would I were leading one rich Mule at home.
Mar.
Still one and all I cry.
Sol.
The rest are passing by.
Hark! hark! this mournful toling does foretel
Some Diegos death, it is his passing-Bell.
Enter Pedro, leading a Symeron to be plac'd as a Sentry.
Pedro.
Here Sym'ron, you must bold and watchful be.
Two Foes resist, but if opprest by three,
Then strait fall back to that next Sentry there:
Or if in Gross th'Enemy does appear,
Both to the third retirement make,
Till we th'Alarm, advancing, take.
Mar.
Friend Pedro, friend! Is't one and all?
Pedro.
Speak softly, Sentry, dost thou call?
Mar.
How many golden Recoes didst thou spy?
Pedro.
But two: in which I guess
By distant view no less
Than ninety loaden Mules are passing by.
Sol.
What number is their Guard who march before?
Pedro.
Five hundred Foot, their Horse may seem threescore.
[Exit.
Sol.
Friend of the Sea, their number is not small.
Mar.
'Twill serve our turn, they crying one and all!
But brother of the Land,
We now must understand
That Basta is the Word.
Sol.
Would thou wer't safe aboard.
Mar.
Asleep under Deck, and danc'd on a Billow,
With two silver Wedges, each for my Pillow.
Enter Drake Senior, with his sword drawn.
Drak. sen.
That Volly was well fir'd,
Our out-Guards are retir'd.
Draw all our Sentries in!
The Skirmish does begin.
[Exit.
Clashing of Arms is heard afar off.
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Drak. jun.
More Pikes! more Pikes! to reinforce
That Squadron, and repulse the Horse.
Enter Rouse.
Rous.
The Foe does make his first bold count'nance good.
Our charge was bravely made, and well withstood.
Enter Pedro.
Rous.
Your Sym'rons, valiant Pedro, seem to reel.
Pedro.
Suspect your Rocks at Sea. They do but wheel.
Haste! haste! brave Sym'rons, haste to gain that bank,
And with your Arrows gall them in the flank.
[Clashing of Arms within again. Exeunt.
Enter Drake Senior, Page.
Drak. sen.
How warmly was this strife
Maintain'd 'twixt Death and Life,
Till Blood had quench'd the flame of Valours fire?
Death seeming to advance in haste,
Whilst Life, though weary, yet stood fast;
For Life is still unwilling to retire.
My Land-men bravely fought,
And high renown have got,
For twice my Sea-men they from death reliev'd.
As oft my Sea-men have
Preserv'd them from the grave,
And did requite the rescue they receiv'd.
Enter Drake Junior.
Drak. jun.
They fly! they fly! yet now they seem to face
All those who them pursue,
And would the Fight renew.
[Enter Rouse & Ped.
Rous.
They fly, they fly!
Drak. sen.
Away, make good the Chase.
[Exeunt omnes.
Chorus of all
within.
Follow, follow, follow!
Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Rouse, Pedro, Page.
Pedro.
The Mules are seis'd, and in our pow'r remain.
Drak. sen.
Draw out new Guards, and range them in the Plain.
Those who hereafter on our Legend look,
And value us by that which we have took,
May over-reckon it, and us misprize.
Our dang'rous course through storms and raging floods,
And painful march through unfrequented Woods,
Will make those wings by which our fame shall rise.
Your glory, valiant English must be known,
When men shall read how you did dare
To sail so long, and march so far,
To tempt a strength much greater than your own.
Drak. jun.
And now by making our Retreat,
We shall new Wreaths and Statues get.
The Grand Chorus, first sung by Drake sen.
Chorus of all.
Our Course let's to victorious England steer!
Where, when our Sails shall on the Coast appear,
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Our Streamers out, and Colours fly,
Will cause the Bells to ring,
Whilst chearfully they sing
Our story, which shall their Example be,
And make Succession cry, To Sea, to Sea.
Exeunt omnes.
The Grand Dance begins, consisting of two Land-souldiers, two Seamen, two Symerons, and a Peruvian; intimating by their several interchange of salutations, their mutual desires of amity.
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