When I shall forward move
To meet approaching love,

[Exit Soldier.

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. DRA., jun. Benighted seamen now their course reform,

Who, coasting, were misguided by a storm. Now merchants to imported stowage haste, Whilst ploughmen drive from cottages their teams. The poor in cities rise to toil and fast;

And lovers grieve to leave their pleasant dreams. DRA., sen. Be careful not to let

The camp's reveille beat

To make our warriors rise and move :
But as Heav'n's 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,

DRA., sen.

Oft pass without a whisper through the shade.
Each, duteous as your slave,
Does to your orders grow;

DRA., sen.

And all, as in the grave,

Are husht and private now.

Ere 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 close
Secure their haltings in our gross.
You shall command the rear.

Enter ROUSE.

ROUSE. Arm, arm! make haste, and bring me to my Chief!

DRA., sen. What great distress does hasten for

ROU. I

Because

DRA.,

relief?

come not now thy pardon to receive, my rasher love without thy leave Durst venture for a share

Of thy mishaps in war.

sen.

What wildness more

Than I have seen before
In deserts openly expos'd,

Or woods with ancient growth of shades enclos'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? DRA., jun. What more than yet thou canst express!

ROU. 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;
Even whilst those flow'ry 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.
DRA., sen. Thy mystic meaning thou dost less
By words than by thy looks express.

DRA., jun. That we may better know
Thy thoughts, make haste to shew

The object of our wonder, and thy fear.

ROU. 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 varied with the discov'ry of a beautiful lady tied to a tree, adorn'd with the ornaments of a Bride, with her hair dishevel'd, and complaining, with her hand towards Heaven: About her* are likewise discern'd the Symerons who took her prisoner.

DRA., 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 battles and in storms.
ROU. A party of your Symerons, whose eyes
Pierce through that darkness which does night
disguise,

Whom weary toils might sleepy make
But that revenge keeps them awake,
Did ere the early dawning rise,
And close by Venta-Cruz surprize

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'er provoke from them Or Moorish malice can revenge esteem.

DRA., 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

* In first edition, 66 near her."

When honour must revengeful be
For this affront to love and me.
Our forces of the land,

DRA., jun.

Brave Chief, let me command ! DRA., jun. 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.

ROU. In beauty's noble cause no seaman doubt,
If poets may authentic be.

For sea-born Venus' sake let them march out,
She leads them both at land and sea.

DRA., sen.

Long yet ere 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 dispense.
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.

DRA., sen. What are they who disguis'd in night's dark shade,

Unlicens'd from our camp this sally made? Straight 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. DRA., 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.
DRA., 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 studied torments shall suffice
To punish all unmanly cruelties.

March on they may ere night redeem

By virtuous 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! Ere 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 tastanietos, to express