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The Third ACT.

Enter House-Keeper, Player.
Play.
W'are now to take a farther voyage than
From England into France, and think
Our selves with Captain Drake in the West Indies.

Hous. K.
Now we shall be in Stilo Recitativo.
I'm in a Trance, when I hear Vocal Musick;
And in that Trance, inclin'd to prophecie
That 'twill bring us inundations of shillings.

Play.
Thou understand'st Recitative Musick,
As much as a Dray-horse does Greek.

THE HISTORY OF Sr FRANCIS DRAKE.

Exprest by Instrumental and Vocal Musick, and by Art of Perspective in Scenes, &c.

THE DISCRIPTION of the FRONTISPIECE.
An Arch is discover'd, rais'd upon stone of Rustick work; upon the top of which is written, in an Antick Shield, PERU; and two Antick Shields are fix'd a little lower on the sides, the one bearing the Figure of the Sun, which was the Scutcheon of the Incas, who were Emperors of Peru: The other did bear the Spread-Eagle, in signification of the Austrian Family.

The First ENTRY.

The preparation of the opening of the Scene is by a prelude and Corante. Afterwards the Curtain rises by degrees to an ascending Ayr, and a Harbour is discern'd, (which was first discover'd by Sir Francis Drake, and called by him Port-pheasant) where two Ships are Moor'd, and Sea-Carpenters are erecting a Pinnace, whilst others are felling Trees to build a Fort. The narrowness to the entrance of the Harbour may be observ'd, with Rocks on either side; and out at Sea a ship towing a Prize. And likewise on the top of a high Tree, a Marriner making his Ken. This Prospect is made through a Wood, differing from those of European Climats, by representing of Coco-Trees, Pines, and Palmitos. And on the Boughs of other Trees are seen Munkies, Apes, and Parrots.
The Introduction of the Entry is by a Martial Saraband.
The Saraband being ended, Enter Drake Junior, and Boatswain.
Drak. jun.
Climb, Boatswain, climb! and from the height
Of that steep Rock inform thy sight!
From yonder Point our Master call.
I'll here attend our Admiral.
[Exit Boatswain.
The Mist ascends, and south'rd it grows clear!
Methinks at distance somewhat does appear,
Which wakens us with hope.

Boats.
A Sail! a Sail!

Drak. jun.
'Tis English built, or else my sight does fail.

Boats.
within.
Oho! Oho! another Ship I spy,
And, by their Course, both to this Harbour ply.

Dak. jun.
She lowrs her Main-sail, the wind does rise!

Boats.
within.
She now bears in, and she does tow a Prize!

Enter Drake Senior.
Drak. sen.
To Sea, to Sea! Man out the Boat!

Drak. jun.
It has not Tyde enough to float.

Drak. sen.
Stir, Mates! stir, stir! and bring more hands:
Shove, shove! and roul her o're the Sands!
Lanch forth, and make your Ken!
Both by her Rigging and her Mould
She brings our Country-men;
And has a rich and heavy Hould.

[Exeunt.
Enter a Marriner.
1 Mar.
Ho, Mate! ho, ho! what canst thou see
From the top-Gallant of that Tree?
Mar. within.
The Ship does Anchor cast;
And now her Boat does haste
To reach the Shore.

1 Mar.
What seest thou more?
Mar. within.
Enough, to make me hasten down:
For if my eyes prove true,
The bowels of Peru
Shall be ript up and be our own.
The Lion Rouse is landed here.

1 Mar.
I'll run to meet him at the Peer.
A Tun of yellow Gold,
Conceal'd within our Hold,
For half my share I scorn to take,
When he is joyn'd with Dragon-Drake.

[Exit.
Two Marriners having met with another newly landed, dance to a Rustick Ayre.
The Dance being ended, Enter Drake Senior, Captain Rouse, Drake Junior, and Page.
Drak. sen.
Welcome to Land my brother of the Sea!
From childhood rockt by winds and waves like me.
Who never canst a danger dread,
Since still in dang'rous Tempests bred.
Yet still art safe and calm within thy breast,
As Lovers who in shady Coverts rest.
Thy fame about the world does make her flight,
And flies as swiftly as the wings of light.

Rous.
My fame does lay her Trumpet down,
When yours does publish your renown.

Drak. sen.
What is your Prize?

Rous.
'Tis fraught with Spies:
A Carvel rigg'd at Sivell for this Coast,
To fetch from hence
Intelligence;
But, meeting me, she has her voyage lost.

Drak. sen.
Brave friend, wilt thou now guided be
By that bright Star which ushers me?

Rous.
What man is that, Lov'd Admiral,
Who does not hasten at your call?
He must be either deaf, or ever lame,
Who follows not your loud and leading fame.

Drak. sen.
My course must now not be
Upon the open Sea:
Our Country's foes we must invade
Through Woods, and seek them in the shade;
And follow them where Phœbus never shines,
Through depths as dark and winding as their Mines.

Chorus of all.
That which enlightens, and does lead
The World, and all our Vict'ries breed,
We in those Caverns shall behold,
In seeing Man's bright Mistress, Gold.

Drak. sen.
Boat all our Guns! haste, haste aboard!
Unlade! then let our Ships be Moor'd!
To raise our Fort, some hew down Trees!
Whilst others rig our Pinnaces.
Their watchful Guards let ev'ry Sentry keep,
That, after labour, all may safely sleep.
Some o're remoter grounds
Walk, and relieve their Rounds:
Whilst some secure each Post
On out-lets of the Coast.
That, after wandring long to trace
Wild Rivers, we may find this place
For our imbarkment free,
To wander more at Sea.

Drak. jun.
The jealous Spaniards long have understood
The danger of this Harbour's neighbourhood.
'Tis therefore fit
That thou shouldst leave behind,
To govern it,
A great experienc'd mind.

Drak. sen.
I know it is of high import.
My second thoughts conclude, thou Rouse shalt stay,
To finish and secure the Fort;
Whilst we to Venta-Cruz enforce our way.

Chorus of all.
We must the Main forbear,
And now a Coasting go,
Then up with Rivers steer,
To watch how far they flow.
But if landing we pass
Where Recoes through Foords are long wading.
Then we in pitty, alass,
Their Mules must ease of their lading.

[Exeunt omnes.

The Second ENTRY.

A Symphony variously humour'd prepares the change of the Scene.
The SCENE is chang'd.
In which is discern'd a Rockie Country of the Symerons, who were a Moorish People, brought formerly to Peru by the Spaniards, as their Slaves, to dig in Mines; and having lately revolted from them, did live under the government of a King of their own Election. A Sea is discover'd, and Ships at distance, with Boats rowing to the shore, and Symerons upon the Rocks.
The Prospect having continu'd a while, this Song is sung by a Steersman in the foreostm Boat, and the Chorus by Marriners rowing in it.
Steersman.

Chorus.

Steersman.

Chorus.

Steersman.

Chorus.

Steersman.

Chorus.

This Song being sung, Enter the King of the Symerons, Drake Senior, Pedro, and Page.
King.
Great Wand'rer of the Sea,
Thy walks still pathless be.
The Races thou dost run,
Are known but to the Sun.
And as the walk above,
Where he does yearly move,
We only guess, though him we know,
By great effects below.
So, though thy courses traceless are,
As if conducted by a wandring Star,
Yet by thy deeds all Climes acknowledge thee;
And thou art known and felt as much as he.

Drak. sen.
So narrow is my merit wrought,
That when such breadth you thus allow my fame,
I stand corrected and am taught
To hide my story, and to shew my shame.

King.
As tireless as thy body is thy mind:
No adverse current can thy progress stop.
Thy forward courage leaves all doubts behind.
And when thy Anchor's lost, thou keep'st thy Hope.
Welcom! and in my Land be free,
And pow'rful as thou art at Sea.

Drak. sen.
Monarch of much! and still deserving more
Than I have coasted on the Western shore!
Slave to my Queen! to whom thy vertue shows,
How low thou canst to vertue be;
And, since declar'd a Foe to all her Foes,
Thou mak'st them lower bow to thee.

King.
Instruct me how my Symerons and I
May help thee to afflict the Enemy.

Drak. sen.
Afford me Guides to lead my bold
Victorious Sea-men to their Gold:
For nothing can afflict them more,
Than to deprive them of that store
With which from hence they furnisht are
T'afflict the peaceful world with war.

King.
Here from my bosom Pedro take,
And him thy chief Conductor make.
Who once was an unhappy slave to them;
But now is free by my deserv'd esteem.
He is as watchful as the Eye
Of Age still wak'd with jealousie;
And like experienc'd Lovers wisely true
Who after long suspicion find,
They had no cause to be unkind,
And then with second vows their loves renew.

Drak. sen.
He is, since so deservingly exprest,
Remov'd but from thy bosom to my breast.

King.
All other ayds requir'd to thy design,
Chuse and receive, for all my strengths are thine.

[Exeunt.
Enter Four Symerons, who dance a Morisco for joy of the arrival of Sir Francis Drake, and depart. Then this Song is sung by a Chorus of Marriners within.
Chorus of Marriners within.
Winds now may whistle, and waves may dance to 'em,
Whilst Merchants cry out, such sport will undo 'em.
And the Master aloud bids. Lee the Helm Lee!
But we now shall fear nor the Rocks nor the Sand,
Whilst calmly we follow our Plunder at Land,
When others in storms seek Prizes at Sea.

The Third ENTRY.

The change of the Scene is prepar'd by a Symphony, consisting of a Martial Ayr, which having continu'd a while, the Scene changes, and repesents a Peruvian Town, pleasantly scituated, with Palmeto-Trees, Guavas, and Cypresses, growing about it, whilst English Land-Souldiers and Sea-men seem to be drawn up towards the West end; whilst the Peruvians are feasting their Guests, and Two of their Boys bearing Fruit towards the Strangers.
This Object having continu'd a while, Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Pedro, Page.
Drak. sen.
March! March! wheel to the right hand still,
To shun loose footing on that Hill.
From thy Meridian run,
O thou inflaming Sun!
The Ayr above us else to fire will turn,
And all this Sand beneath like Cynders burn.
Now give the word!

Drak. jun.
Stand!

Within. 1.
Stand.

2.
Stand.

3.
Stand.

Drak. sen.
All firm and sudden to command!
Halt for our Reer a while, and then
West from that Wood draw up our Men.
Stand to your Arms till we send out
Our trusty Symerons to scout.

Pedro.
Scouts I have chosen, who can trace
All the Retreats, which in the chace
The hunted seek all shades to which they run,
When strength leaves them, and they the Hunters shun.

Drak. sen.
Are these Peruvians friends, or, by surprize,
Must we secure them as our enemies?

Pedro.
Great Chief, they rev'rence thy renown,
And thou mayst quarter in their Town.
Yet so advance with care,
In all the shapes of War;
That when the Spaniards know
How well they treat their Foe,
The entertainment may appear,
Not the effect of Love, but Fear.

Drak. jun.
Their dwelling seems so fresh and flourishing,
As if it still the Nurs'ry were
Of all the seeds that furnish out the Spring
For ev'ry Clime, and all the year.

Drak. sen.
Here Nature to her Summer Court retires:
Our Northern Region is the shade,
Where she grows cold, and looks decay'd,
And seems to sit by artificial fires.

Drak. jun.
Advance, Advance,
And in the Rear,
To make our number more appear,
Let all our trusty Sym'rons spread
Their Ranks, and be by Pedro led.

Chorus of all.
All order with such clemency preserve,
That such as to our pow'r submit,
May take delight to cherish it,
And seem as free as those whom they shall serve.

[Exeunt.
Five Peruvians Enter, and dance to a Rustick Ayr, after which, this Song is sung by a Peruvian, and the Chorus to it by his Countrymen, whilst they dance again in a Round.
Peru.

Chorus.

Peru.

Chorus.

Peru.

Chorus.

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,
Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page.
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,
Renowned Drake, Heav'n does decree
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.

The Fifth ENTRY.

This Entry is prepared by an Ayr and Cōrante; and then the Scene is chang'd, in which is discover'd the rising of the Sun through a thick Wood, and Venta-Cruz at great distance on the South side. This being discern'd a while,
Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page, Souldier.
Drak. jun.
Bold Rouse, doubting our safety by our stay;
Thinking his patience longer than our way;
And having well secur'd our Port,
Our Trenches digg'd, and rais'd our Fort,
Is here arriv'd, resolving still to be
A sharer in your worser destiny.
He was conducted by a Symeron;
And bows for what his rasher Love has done.

Drak. sen.
I shall be very slow.
When I must backward go
With punishment to overtake
The errours which my friend did make.
Tell him I know his fault is past;
And now I cannot but go fast,
When I shall forward move
To meet approaching Love.
[Exit Souldier.
The morn begins her glory in the East;
And now the World prepares
To entertain new cares;
Though th'old suffic'd to hinder all our rest.

Drake. jun.
Benighted Seamen now their course reform
Who, Coasting, were misguided by a storm.
Now Merchants to imported stowage haste,
Whilst Plowmen drive from Cottages their Teems.
The Poor in Cities rise to toyl and faste;
And Lovers grieve to leave their pleasant dreams.

Drak. sen.
Be careful not to let
The Camps Revelie beat
To make our Warriours rise and move:
But as Heav'ns Traveller above
Unheard begins, and silently his way
Does still continue till he perfects day,
So all this progress must be calmly made.
The winds, which still unseen
Have in their motion been,
Oft pass without a whisper through the shade.

Drak. jun.
Each, dutious as your slave,
Does to your Orders grow;
And all, as in the Grave,
are husht and private now.

Drak. sen.
E're we begin to march, send out
The Symerons again to scout:
Let not our Wings be loosely spread:
The Van I'll at some distance lead.
Those who the Baggage bear
Let Pedro still relieve, and closse
Secure their haltings in our Gross.
You shall command the Rear.

Enter Rouse.
Rouse.
Arm, Arm! make haste, and bring me to my Chief!

Drak. sen.
What great distress does hasten for relief!

Rouse.
I come not now thy pardon to receive,
Because my rasher love without thy leave
Durst venture for a share
Of thy mishaps in War.

Drak. sen.
What wildness more
Than I have seen before
In Deserts openly expos'd
Or Woods with ancient growth of shades inclos'd,
Or Seas, when nought but light'ning has appear'd,
And only Thunder and the Winds were heard,
Does now thy wond'ring looks possess?

Drak. jun.
What more than yet thou canst express?

Rous.
Drake, thy belov'd renown is lost,
Of which thy Nation us'd to boast:
Since now where thou a sword dost wear,
And many marks of pow'r dost bear,
The worst of license does best Laws invade:
For Beauty is an abject captive made;
Ev'n whilst those flowry Ornaments are worn
Which should the Bridal dignity adorn.
If thus the crowd be suffer'd to deride
The sacred Rites and Honours of a Bride,
Let savage War devour all civil Peace,
Love fly from Courts to Camps, and Sexes cease.

Drak. sen.
Thy mystick meaning thou dost less
By words than by thy looks express.

Drak. jun.
That we may better know
Thy thoughts, make haste to show
The object of our wonder, and thy fear.

Rous.
Turn your unhappy eyes, and see it there.

The Scene is suddenly changed into the former prospect of the rising of the Morning, and Venta Cruz; but about the Middle, it is vary'd with the discov'ry of a Beautiful Lady ty'd to a Tree, adorn'd with the Ornaments of a Bride, with her hair dishevel'd, and complaining, with her hands towards Heaven: About her are likewise discern'd the Symerons who took her prisoner.
Drak. sen.
What dismal beauty does amaze my sight,
Which from black sorrow breaks like Morn from Night?
And though it sweetest beauty be
Does seem more terrible to me
Than all the sudden and the various forms
Which Death does wear in Battels and in storms.

Rous.
A party of your Symerons (whose eyes
Pierce through that darkness which does night disguise
Whom weary toyls might sleepy make,
But that revenge keeps them awake)
Did e're the early dawning rise,
And close by Venta-Cruz surprise
A Bride and Bridegroom at their Nuptial Feast,
To whom the Sym'rons now
Much more than fury show;
For they have all those cruelties exprest
That Spanish pride could e're provoke from them
Or Moorish Malice can revenge esteem.

Drak. sen.
Arm! Arm! the honour of my Nation turns
To shame, when an afflicted Beauty mourns.
Though here these cruel Symerons exceed
Our number, yet they are too few to bleed
When Honour must revengeful be
For this affront to Love and me.

Drak. jun.
Our Forces of the Land,
Brave Chief, let me command.

Drak. sen.
March on! whilst with my Seamen I advance,
Let none, before the Dice are cast, despair;
Nor after they are thrown, dislike the chance;
For Honour throws at all, and still plays fair.

Rous.
In beauties noble cause no Seamen doubt,
If Poets may authentick be.
For Sea-born Venus sake let them march out:
She leads them both at Land and Sea.

Drak. sen.
Long yet e're night
I shall in fight
Their stormy courage prove:
Each Seaman hath his Mermaid too;
And by instinct must love,
Though he were never taught to woo.

Enter Pedro.
Pedro.
Stay! stay! successful Chief! my heart as low
As the foundation where thou tread'st does bow:
But 'tis not for my own offence;
For if I should offend
My King, in thee his friend,
I would not with my self dispence.
Thy mercy shall our pattern be,
Behold th'afflicted Bride is free.
The Scene is suddenly chang'd again, where the Lady is vanisht, and nothing appears but that Prospect which was in the beginning of the Entry.
She is as free and as unblemisht too
As if she had a Pris'ner been to you.

Drak. sen.
What are they who disguis'd in nights dark shade,
Unlicens'd, from our Camp this sally made?
Strait to the stroke of Justice bring me those!

Pedro.
They thought their duties was to take their foes.
Be merciful, and censure the offence
To be but their mistaken diligence.

Drak. jun.
Suspect not Pedro in this crime, who still
Has shewn exact obedience to thy will.

Pedro.
And noble Chief, the cruelties which they
Have often felt beneath the Spaniards sway
(Who midst the triumphs of our Nuptial feasts
Have forc'd our Brides, and slaughter'd all our guests)
May some excuse even from your reason draw:
Revenge does all the fetters break of Law.

Drak. sen.
The future guidance and the care
Of their demeanour in this war,
Is strictly, Pedro, left to thee:
The gentle Sex must still be free.
No length of study'd torments shall suffice
To punish all unmanly cruelties.
March on! they may e're night redeem
By vertuous Valour my esteem.

[Exeunt Drake senior, Drake junior, Rouse, and Page.
Pedro.
Ho! ho! the Pris'ners straight unbind,
And let the Bride all homage find;
The Father and the Bridegroom hither bring.
E're yet our Van shall far advance,
Know Diegos you must dance.
Strike up, strike up, in honour of my King.

Enter the Father of the Bride, and her Bridegroom; the Bridegroom dancing with Castanietos, to express the joy he receives for his liberty, whilst the Father moves to his measures, denoting the fright he had receiv'd from the Symerons, when he was surpriz'd at his nuptial Entertainment.

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;
Which is not got when we the Reco git,
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.
Enter Drake Junior.
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,
Those who from Rocks and Steeples spy
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.