THE HISTORY OF Sr Francis Drake. Expressed by Instrumental and Vocal Music, and by Art of Perspective in Scenes, etc. The First Part. Represented daily at the Cockpit in Drury-Lane at Three Afternoon Punctually.  
LONDON, Printed for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at his shop at the Anchor in the Lower walk in the New Exchange. 1659.   

THE DESCRIPTION OF THE FRONTISPIECE.  AN Arch is discovered, raised upon stone of Rustic work; upon the top of which is written, in an Antic Shield, PERU; and two Antic Shields are fixed 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. This Frontispiece was the same which belonged to the late Representation; and it was convenient to continue it, our Argument being in the same Country.  

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 Air, and a Harbour is discerned, (which was first discovered by Sr. Francis Drake, and called by him Port-pheasant) where two Ships are Moored, and Sea-Carpenters are erecting a Pinnace, whilst others are selling Trees to build a Fort. The narrowness to the entrance of the Harbour may be observed, with Rocks on either side; and out at Sea a Ship towing a Prize. And likewise on the top of a high Tree, a Mariner making his Ken. This Prospect is made through a Wood, differing from those of European Climates, by representing of Coco-Trees, Pines, and Palmitos. And on the boughs of other Trees are seen Monkeys, 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 Boats.  
The Mist ascends, and south'rd it grows clear!  
Me thinks 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.  Drak. jun. 
She lours her Mainsail, 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 Tide enough to float.  Drak. 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 our Countrymen;  
And has a rich and heavy Hold.  Exeunt. Enter a Mariner. 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 ripped 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,  
Concealed within our Hold,  
For half my share I scorn to take,  
When he is joined 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. Drak. sen. 
WElcome to Land my brother of the Sea!  
From childhood rocked by winds  
and waves like me.  
Who never canst a danger dread,  
Since still in dangerous 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 rigged at Seville 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, Loved 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 Phoebus never shines,  
Through depths as dark and winding as their Mines.  Chrous of all. 
That which enlightens, and does lead  
The world, and all our victories breed,  
We in those Caverns shall behold,  
In seeing Man's bright Mistress, Gold.  Drak. sen. 
Boat all our Guns! haste, haste aboared!  
Unlade! then let our Ships be Moored!  
To raise our Fort, some hue down Trees!  
Whilst other rig our Pinnaces.  
Their watchful Guards let every 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 outlets of the Coast.  
That, after wand'ring 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 experienced 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 Fords are long wading.  
Then we in pity, alas,  
Their Mules must ease of their lading.  Exeunt omnes.   

The Second Entry. Symphony variously humoured prepares the change of the Scene.  
The Scene is changed. IN which is discerned a Rocky Country of the symeron's, 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 discovered, and Ships at distance, with Boats rowing to the shore, and symeron's upon the Rocks.  
The Prospect having continued a while, this Song is sung by a Steersman in theforeostm Boat, and the Chorus by Mariners rowing in it. Steersman. 

A Loof! and aloof! and steady I steer!  
'Tis a Boat to our wish,  
And she slides like a Fish,  
When chearily stemmed, and when you row clear.  
She now has her trim!  
Away let her swim.  
Mackerel 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 Diegoes we'll board to rummidge their Hold;  
And drawing our Steel, they must draw out their Gold.  Steersman. 

Our Master and's Mate, with Bacon & pease,  
In Cabins keep aboard;  
Each as warm as a Lord:  
No Queen, lying in, fies more at her ease.  
Whilst we lie in wait  
For Reals of Eight,  
And for some Gold Quoits, which fortune  
must send:  
But, alas, how their ears will tingle,  
When finding, though still like Hector's we spend,  
Yet still all our pockets shall jingle.   Chorus. 
Then cry, One and all!  
Amain, etc.  Steersman. 

But Oh how the Purser shortly will wonder,  
When he sums in his Book  
All the wealth we have took,  
And finds that we'll give him none of the Plunder;  
He means to abate  
The Tithe for the State;  
Then for our Owners some part he'll discount:  
But his fingers are pitched together;  
Where so much will stick, that little will mount,  
When he reckons the shares of either.   Chorus. 
Then cry, One and all!  
Amain, etc.  Steersman. 

At sight of our Gold, the Boatswain will bristle,  
But not finding his part,  
He will break his proud heart,  
And hang himself straight i'th' Chain of his Whistle.  
Abaft and afore!  
Make way to the shore!  
Softly as fishes which slip through the stream,  
That we may catch their Sentries napping.  
Poor little Diegoes, they now little dream  
Of us the brave Warriors of Wapping.   Chorus. 
Then cry, One and all!  
Amain, etc.   
This Song being sung, Enter the King of the Simerons, Drake Senior, Pedro, and Page. King. 
GReat VVand'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 guests, though him we know,  
By great effects below.  
So, though thy courses traceless are,  
As if conducted by a wand'ring 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 hid my story, and to show my shame.  Kin. 
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.  
Welcome! and in my Land be free,  
And power full 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 virtue shows  
How low thou canst to virtue be;  
And, since declared a Foe to all her Foes,  
Thou makest them lower bow to thee.  Kin. 
Instruct me how my symeron's and I  
May help thee to afflict the Enemy.  Drak. sen. 
Afford me Guides to lead my bold  
Victorious Seamen to their Gold:  
For nothing can afflict them more,  
Then to deprive them of that store  
With which from hence they furnished are  
T'afflict the peacefulll 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 deserved esteem.  
He is as watchful as the Eye  
Of Age still waked with jealousy:  
And like experienced 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 expressed,  
Removed but from thy bosom to my breast.  Kin. 
All other aids required to thy design,  
Choose and receive: for all my strenghts are thine.  Exeunt. Enter Four Simerons, who dance a Morisco for joy of the arrival of Sr. Francis Drake, and departed. Then this Song is sung by a Chorus of Mariners within. Cherus of Mariners 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 prepared by a Symphony, consisting of a Martial Air, which having continued a while, the Scene changes, and represents a Peruvian Town, pleasantly situated, with Palmeto-Trees, Guavas, and Cypresses, growing about it: whilst English Land-souldiers and Seamen 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 continued 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 Air above us else to fire will turn,  
And all this Sand beneath like cinders burn.  
Now give the word!  Dr. jun. 
Stand!  Within. 1. 
Stand.  Within. 2. 
Stand.  Within. 3. 
Stand.  Dr. sen. 
All firm and Soddain to command!  
Halt for our Rear awhile, and then  
West from that Wood draw up our Men.  
Stand to your Arms till we send out  
Our trusty symeron's to Scout.  Pedr. 
Scouts I have chosen, who can trace  
All the retreats, which in the chase  
The Hunted seek; all shades to which they run  
When strength leaves them, and they the Hunters shun.  Dr. sen. 
Are these Peruvians friends, or, by surprise,  
Must we secure them as our enemies?  Pedro. 
Great Chief, they reverence 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.  Dr. 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 every Clime, and all the Year.  Dr. Sen. 
Here Nature to her Summer Court retires:  
Our Northern Region is the shade,  
Where she grows cold, and looks decayed,  
And seems to sit by Artificial fires.  Dr. 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 power submit,  
May take delight to cherish it,  
And seem as free as those whom they shall serve.   
Peruvians Enter, and Dance to a Rustic Air, 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. 

With Boughs and with Branches trim up our Bowers,  
And strew them with Flowers:  
To receive such a Guest  
As deserves for a Feast  
All that the Forest, or the Field,  
Or deeper Lakes and Rivers yield.   Chorus. 
Still round, and round, and round,  
Let us compass the ground.  
What man is he who feels  
Any weight at his heels?  
Since our hearts are so light, that all weighed together,  
Agree to a grain, & they weigh not a feather. Land,  Peru. 

The Lord ot the Sea is welcome to And here shall command  
All our Wealth, and our Arms;  
For his Name more Alarms  
The Spaniards, than Trumpets or Drums:  
Hark how they cry, Drake comes, Drake comes!   Chorus. 
Still round, and round, and round, Let etc.  Peru. 

Though to his Foes like those Winds he is rough,  
That meet in a huff:  
Yet that storm quickly ends,  
When embraced by his friends:  
Then he is calm and gentle made  
As Love's soft whispers in a shade.   Chorus. 
Still round, and round, and round, Let etc.    

The Fourth Entry.  
A Wild Air, by way of Symphony, prepares the change of the Scene: which having continued a while, the Scene is changed; wherein is discerned 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 employed by the Moorish King to conduct Sir Francis Drake towards Panamah) had promised Sir Francis Drake to show him both the North and the South Atlantic Seas. English Soldiers and Mariners are reposing themselves under it. At distance the Natives are discerned in their hunting of Boars; and at nearer view, two Peruvians are killing a Stagg. This Object having remained a while,  
Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page. Drake Senior 
A Boar so fierce and large,  
No Hunter e'er did charge.  
Advance thy Spear,  
And turn him there.  Drake Junior 
This last encounter he has bravely stood;  
But now has lost his courage with his blood.  Drake Senior 
He foams, and still his Tusks does whet,  
As if he still disdained retreat.  Drake Junior 
The wound you gave him makes him turn his head  
To seek the darker shades, where he was bred.  Page 
Fellow, follow!  Drake Senior 
Stay my Victorious Boy!  
When a courageous 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 & the chase is done.  Drake Junior 
PEDRO in several forms has all  
That every where we merit call.  Drake Senior 
Wary in War as Chiefs grown old;  
And yet in sudden dangers bold.  
Civil and real too in courts;  
Painful in business and in sports.  Pedro 
Behold that Tree which much superior grows  
To all that in this Wood  
Have many Ages stood:  
Beneath whose shade your Warriors may repose.  Drake Junior 
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.  Drake Senior 
Is this that most renowned of Western Trees  
On whose Maintop  
Thou gav'st me hope  
To view the North and South Atlantic Seas?  Pedro 
It is; therefore with speed  
Thither, my Chief, proceed:  
And, when you climbing have attained ' the height,  
Report will grow authentic by your sight.  Drake Senior 
When from those lofty branches I  
The south Atlantic spy  
My vows shall higher fly,  
Till they with highest Heaven prevail  
That, as I see it, I may on it Sail.  Dr. Jun. 
No English Keel hath yet that Ocean ploughed.  Pedro. 
If Prophecy from me may be allowed,  
Renowned DRAKE, Heaven does decree  
That happy Enterprise to thee.  
For thou of all the Britain's 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 Prophecy will rise  
To higher Enterprise.  
The English Lion's Walk shall reach as far  
As prosperous Valour dares adventure War.  
As Winds can drive, or Waves can bear  
Those Ships which boldest Pilots steer.  Exeunt.  

This Song is sung by two Land Soldiers, and two Seamen. The Song.  Seamen. 
HOw comes it you Land-men, and  
we of the Sea,  
Though oft mixed 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  
jointly designed  
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 aboard when you have us,  
where wonderful Gold  
Is shovelled 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 Diegoes (though loath  
To part with it civi'ly) may  
soon oblige both.  Landm. 
They so much are scared from their  
Wits with their dangers  
That now they want wit to be  
civil to strangers.  Chorus of all. 
Come let us join hands then, and  
ne'er 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 the two Seamen dance a Jig, to intimate their future agreement.   

The Fifth Entry.  
THis Entry is prepared by an Air and Corante; and then the Scene is changed; in which is discovered the rising of the Sun through a thick Wood, and Venta-Cruz at great distance on the South side. Which being discerned a while,  
Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page, Soldier. Drake Junior 
Bold ROUSE, doubting our safety by our stay;  
Thinking his patience longer than our way;  
And having well secured our Port,  
Our Trenches digged, and raised our Fort,  
Is here arrived, resolving still to be  
A sharer in your worse destiny.  
He was conducted by a SYMERON;  
And bows for what his rasher Love has done.  Drake Senior 
I shall be very slow  
When I must backward go,  
With punishment to overtake  
The errors 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 Soldier. 
The morn gins her glory in the East;  
And now the world prepares  
To entertain new cares;  
Though th'old sufficed to hinder all our rest.  Drake Junior 
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 toil and fast;  
And Lovers grieve to leave their pleasant Dreams.  Drake Senior 
Be careful not to let  
The Camps Reveilie beat  
To make our Warriors rise and move:  
But as heavens Traveller above  
Unheard gins, 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.  Drake Junior 
Each, duteous as your slave,  
Does to your Orders grow;  
And all, as in the Grave,  
Are hushed and private now.  Drake Senior 
Ere we begin to march, send out  
The symeron's 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 Halting in our Gross.  
You shall command the Rear.  Enter Rouse. Rouse. 
Arm, Arm! make haste, and bring me to my Chief!  Drake Senior 
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.  Dr. Sen. 
What wildeness more  
Than I have seen before  
In Deserts openly exposed,  
Or Woods with ancient growth of shades enclosed,  
Or Seas, when nought but  has appeared,  
And only Thunder and the Winds were heard,  
Does now thy wondering looks possess?  Dr. Jun. 
What more than yet thou canst express?  Rouse. 
DRAKE, thy belov'd renown is lost,  
Of which thy Nation used to boast:  
Since now, where thou a sword dost wear,  
And many marks of power dost bear,  
The worst of licence does best Laws invade:  
For Beauty is an abject captive made;  
Even whilst those flowery Ornaments are worn  
Which should the Bridal dignity adorn.  
If thus the crowd be suffered 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.  Dr. Sen. 
Thy mystic meaning thou dost less  
By words then by thy looks express.  Dr. Jun. 
That we may better know  
Thy thoughts, make haste to show  
The object of our wonder, and thy fear.  Rouse. 
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 discovery of a Beautiful Lady tied to a Tree, adorned with the Ornaments of a Bride, with her hair dishevelled, and complaining with her hands towards Heaven: near her are likewise discerned the symeron's who took her prisoner. Drake Senior 
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  
Then all the sudden and the various forms  
Which Death does wear in Battles and in storms.  Rouse. 
A party of your symeron's (whose eyes  
Pierce through that darkness which does night disguise  
Whom weary toils might sleepy make,  
But that revenge keeps them awake)  
Did e'er 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 expressed  
That Spanish pride could e'er provoke from them  
Or Moorish Malice can revenge esteem.  Drake Senior 
Arm! Arm! the honour of my Nation turns  
To shame, when an afflicted Beauty mourns.  
Though here these cruel symeron's exceed  
Our number, yet they are too few to bleed  
When Honour must revengeful be  
For this affront to Love and me.  Drake Junior 
Our Forces of the Land,  
Brave Chief, let me command.  Drake Senior 
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.  Rouse 
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.  Drake Senior 
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 treadest does bow:  
But 'tis not for my own offence;  
For if I should offend  
My King, in thee his friend,  
I would not with myself dispense.  
Thy mercy shall our pattern be,  
Behold th'afflicted Bride is free.  The Scene is suddenly, changed again, where the Lady is vanished, and nothing appears butthat Prospect which was in the beginning of the Entry. 
She is as free and as unblemished too  
As if she had a Prisoner been to you.  Drake Senior 
What are they who disguised in nights dark shade,  
Unlicens'd, from our Cap 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.  Drake Junior 
Suspect not PEDRO in this crime, who still  
Has shown 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 forced our Brides, & slaughtered all our guests)  
May some excuse even from your Reason draw:  
Revenge does all the fetters break of Law.  Dr. 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 Sen. Drake Jun. Rouse, & Page. Pedro 
Ho! ho! the Prisoners strait 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 Castanietoes, to express the joy he receives for his liberty, whilst the Father moves to his measures, denoting the fright he had received from the symeron's, when he was surprised at his Nuptial Entertainment.   

The sixth Entry.  
THis Entry is prepared with a Martial Air, and presently the Scene is changed; wherein is discovered the Prospect of a hilly Country, with the Town Panamah at a distance, and Recoes of Mules, in along train, loaden with Wedges of Silver and Ingots of Gold, and travelling in several Roads down a Mountain. There likewise may be discerned 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 straight. 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 tired Baggage in the Rear.  Rous. 
If aught from new resolves thou wilt command,  
Speak, Chief, we now in expectation stand.  Drak sen. 
If English courage could at all be raised,  
By being well persuaded, or much praised,  
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 get,  
But by subduing those who rescue it.  Enter a Soldier. 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 Soldier, Rouse, and a Mariner, the Soldier and Marriner being brought to be placed as Sentries. Drak jun. 
THis must your station be;  
Stand steadfast as that Tree!  Rous. 
Bravely alive upon this ground,  
Or greater else in death be found.  Exeunt Drak. jun. & Rous. 
The Bells of the Mules are heard from within.  Mar. 
Mules! Mules! I hear their walking chim, Ting, ting!—  
They love sad Tunes, how dolfully they ring?  Sol. 
This sound seems single, & 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 toleing does foretell  
Some Diegos death, it is his passing Bell.  Enter Pedro, leading a Symeron to be placed as a Sentry. Pedr. 
HEre Sym'ron, you must bold and watchful be.  
Two Foes resist, but if oppressed by three,  
Then straight 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?  Pedr. 
Speak softly, Sentry, dost thou call?  Mar. 
How many golden Recoes didst thou spy?  Pedr. 
But two: in which I guess  
By distant view, no less  
Than ninety loaden Mules are passing by,  Sold. 
What number is their Guard who march before?  Pedr. 
Five hundred Foot, their Horse may seem threescore.  Exit. Sold. 
Friend of the Sea, their number is not small.  Mar. 
IT will serve our turn, they crying one and all!  
But brother of the Land,  
We now must understand  
That Basta is the Word.  Sold. 
Would thou were safe aboard.  Mar. 
Asleep under Deck, and danced on a Billow,  
With two Silver Wedges, each for my Pillow.  Enter Drake Senior, with his sword drawn. Drak. sen. 
THat Volley was well fired,  
Our outguards are retired.  
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 countenance good.  
Our Charge was bravely made, and well withstood ..  Enter Pedro Rous. 
YOur Sym'rons, valiant Pedro, seem to reel.  Pedr. 
Suspect your Rocks at Sea. They do burr 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  
Maintained 'twixt Death and Life,  
Till Blood had quenched the flame of Valour's 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 Seamen they from death relieved.  
As oft my Seamen have  
Preserved them form the grave,  
And did requite the rescue they received.  Enter Drake Junior. Dra. jun. 
THey fly! they fly! yet now they seem to face  
All those who them pursue,  
And would the Fight renew. Enter Rouse and Pedro  Rous. 
They fly, they fly!  Drak. sen. 
Away, make good the Chase. Exeunt omnes.  Chorus of all within. 
Fellow, follow, follow!  Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Rouse, Pedro, Page. Pedr. 
THe Mules are seized, and in our power 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 misprise.  
Our dangerous 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 cheerfully they sing  
Our story, which shall their Example be,  
And make Succession cry, To Sea, to Sea.  Exeunt omnes. The Grand Dance gins, consisting of two Land-souldiers, two Seamen, two symeron's, and a Peruvian; intimating, by their several interchange of salutations, their mutual desires of amity. The Dance being ended, 
The Curtain falls.   
FINIS.