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Of that steep rock inform thy sight!
From yonder point our master call!

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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!

DRA., 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. DRA., jun. She low'rs her main-sail. Hark! the wind does rise!

BOATS. (within.) She now bears in, and she does tow a prize!

Enter DRAKE, Senior.

DRA., sen. To sea, to sea! man out the boat!
DRA., jun. It has not tide enough to float.
DRA., sen. Stir, mates! stir, stir! and bring
more hands:

Shove, shove! and roll her o'er the sands!
Launch forth, and make your ken!

Both by her rigging and her mould

She brings her country-men;

And has a rich and heavy hold.

Enter a MARINER.

[Exeunt.

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?

this tune-playing quality in a fiddle, to play preludes, Sarabands, jigs, and gavots, are as much real qualities in the instrument as the thought is in the mind of the composer.”—Arbuthnot and Pope.

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 pier.
A tun of yellow gold,

Conceal'd within our hold,

For half my share I scorn to take,

When he is join'd with Dragon-Drake. [Exit. Two mariners having met with another newly landed, dance to a rustic air.

The dance being ended, Enter DRAKE senior, Captain ROUSE, DRAKE junior, and PAGE.

DRA., 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.

Rou. My fame does lay her trumpet down, When your's does publish your renown.

DRA., sen.

ROU.

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What is your prize? "Tis fraught with spies:

A carvel rigg'd at Seville for this coast,

To fetch from hence
Intelligence;

But, meeting me, she has her voyage lost.

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

I gave them order, if they found any Indians there, to send in the little fly-boat, or the carvel, into the river; for, with our great ships, we durst not approach the court.-Ralegh.

ROU. 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.
DRA., 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 Phoebus 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.
DRA., 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'er remoter grounds
Walk, and relieve their rounds:
Whilst some secure each post
On out-lets of the coast.
That, after wand'ring long to trace
Wild rivers, we may find this place
For our embarkment free,

To wander more at sea.

DRA., 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.

DRA., jun. 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 pit alas!

Their mules must ease of their lading.*

THE SECOND ENTRY.

[Exeunt omnes.

A symphony variously humour'd prepares the change of the scene.

The SCENE is chang'd.

In which is discern'd a rocky country of the SYMERONS, who were a Moorish people, brought formerly to

"Coming within a mile of the highway, they refreshed themselves all night, hearing many carpenters working on the ships (because of the great heat of the day) at Nombre de Dios; next morning, April 1, 1573, they extremely rejoiced to hear the mules coming with a great noise of bells, hoping, though they were formerly disappointed, they should now have more gold and silver than they could carry away, as accordingly happened; for soon after there came three Recoes, one of fifty mules, and two more of seventy in each company, every one carrying three hundred pound weight of silver, amounting in all to about thirty tun; they soon prepared to go into the highway bearing the bells, and seized upon the first and last mules, to see what metal they carried. These three Recoes had a guard of about forty-five souldiers, fifteen to each, which caused the exchange of some shot and arrows at first."-English Hero; or Sir Francis Drake Recir'd, By R. B. London, 16mo. 1716.

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 foremost boat, and the CHORUS by mariners rowing in it.

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STEERS. Aloof! and aloof! and steady, I steer! "Tis a boat to our wish,

And she slides like a fish,

When cheerily stem'd, and when you row clear.
She now has her trim,
Away let her swim.

Mackrels are swift in the shine of the moon ;
And herrings in gales when they wind us,
But, timeing our oars, so smoothly we run,
That we leave them in shoals behind us.
CHORUS. Then cry, one and all!

Amain, for Whitehall!

The Diegos we'll board to rummage their hold; And drawing our steel, they must draw out their gold.

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STEERS. Our master and's mate, with bacon and

pease,

In cabins keep aboard;

Each as warm as a lord;

No queen, lying in, lies more at her ease.

Whilst we lie in wait

For reals of eight,

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