Bust.  Or were the Navy
Greater, as fame gives out it is the fayrest
That ever danced upon these Seas, why yet
Should we suspect 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.