A Collection of Old English Plays, Vol. II | Page 4

for this Citty?
Fer. Because we dreame soe.
Ten. If you did dreame it may be as neare truth: I wish the contrary, but
know them daring Enemyes.
Fer. The world, we doe acknowledge, cannot boast More resolution
then the English hearts Seasond for action.
Ten. _Francisco Bustamente_, how is the Castle? what strength?
Bust. A fort impregnable, wanting neyther soldiers nor munition.
Ten. Well, looke to't.
Fer. How ere That wilbe necessary; the fort lyes in The mouth of
danger, and it will become You to discharge that duty, Bustamente.

Bust. With my best care.
Ten. I wish all well, and that you had not yet Discharg'd your
Companyes, Don Fernando.
Fer. Come, come; putt of your Jelousy, Drinke downe the
remembrance. We forget Our fleetes arrivall; send your feares away;
Nothing but wine and mirth should crowne this day.
[Exeunt.

SCENE 2.
_Enter two Devonshire Merchants, as being in Sherryes_[6]
1. Heare you the newes?
2. Yes, that an English fleete Is making up to Cales.[7]
1. Our Sherryes merchants, Though few of us be heere, shall soundly
pay To the furnishing of this Navy.
2. Nay, I assure you Our shipps wilbe fast bound by Spanish charmes
Not to get hence in hast.
1. The Divell allready Is furling up the sayles; would all the sackes
Which we have bought for England were in Devonshire Turnd to small
Beere, so we were but in Tavistocke To see it drawne out; were it nere
so thin I'de drink a health to all the Dons in Sherryes And cry a pox
upon 'em.
2. That word heard By any lowsy Spanish Picardo[8] Were worth our
two neckes. Ile not curse my Diegoes But wish with all my heart that a
faire wind May with great Bellyes blesse our English sayles Both out
and in; and that the whole fleete may Be at home delivered of no worse
a conquest Then the last noble voyage made to this Citty, Though all
the wines and merchandize I have here Were ith' Seas bottome.
1. Troth, so would I mine.
2. I nere could tell yet from what roote this huge Large spreading Tree
of hate from Spayne to us, From us agayne to _Spayne_, took the first
growth.
1. No? then lie tell you: let us season our sorrow With this discourse.
2. With all my heart I long for't.

1. You shall not loose your longing: then, sir, know The hate a
Spanyard beares an Englishman Nor naturall is, nor ancient; but as
sparkes, Flying from a flint by beating, beget flames, Matter being
neere to feed and nurse the fire, So from a tinder at the first kindled[9]
Grew this heartburning twixt these two great Nations.
2. As how, pray?
1. Heare me: any Englishman That can but read our Chronicles can tell
That many of our Kings and noblest Princes Have fetcht their best and
royallest wives from _Spayne_, The very last of all binding both
kingdomes Within one golden ring of love and peace By the marriage
of Queene Mary with that little man (But mighty monarch) _Phillip_,
son and heire To Charles the Emperour.
2. You say right.
1. Religion Having but one face then both here and there, Both Nations
seemd as one: Concord, Commerce And sweete Community were
Chaynes of Pearle About the neckes of eyther. But when England
Threw of the Yoake of _Rome, Spayne_ flew from her; Spayne was no
more a sister nor a neighbour, But a sworne Enemy. All this did but
bring Dry stickes to kindle fire: now see it burne.
2. And warme my knowledge and experience by't.
1. Spaines anger never blew hott coales indeed Till in Queene
Elizabeths Raigne when (may I call him so) That glory of his Country
and Spaynes terror, That wonder of the land and the Seas minyon,
_Drake_, of eternall memory, harrowed th'Indyes.
2. The King of Spaynes west _Indyes_?
1. Yes, when his Hands _Nombre de Dios, Cartagena, Hispaniola_,
With Cuba and the rest of those faire Sisters, The mermaydes of those
Seas, whose golden strings Give him his sweetest musicke, when they
by Drake And his brave Ginges[10] were ravishd; when these red
apples Were gather'd and brought hither to be payrd-- Then the
Castilian Lyon began to roare.
2. Had he not cause, being vexd soe?
1. When our shipps Carrying such firedrakes in them that the huge
Spanish Galleasses, Galleons, Hulkes and Carrackes[11] Being great
with gold, in labour with some fright, Were all delivered of fine
redcheekt Children At _Plymouth, Portsmouth_ and other English
havens And onely by men midwives: had not Spayne reason To cry out,

oh Diables _Ingleses_!
2. It had not spoke such Spanish else.
1. When we did sett our feete even on their