The history of Sr Francis Drake. Exprest by instrumentall and vocall musick, and by art of perspective in scenes, &c. The first part. Represented daily at the Cockpit in Drury-Lane, at three afternoon punctually.

The Fourth Entry. (Book 4)

A Wilde Ayre, by way of Symphony, prepares the change of the Scene: which having continu'd a while, the Scene is chang'd; wherein is discern'd upon a Hill, a Wood, and in it a Tree vvhich vvas fa∣mous in those times for extraordinary com∣pass and height; on the top of which, Pedro (formerly a slave to the Spaniards, but now employ'd by the Moorish King to conduct Sir Francis Drake towards Panamah) had promis'd Sir Francis Drake to shew him both the North and the South Atlantick Seas. English Souldiers and Mariners are reposing themselves under it. At distance the Natives are discern'd in their hunting of Bores; and at nearer view, two Peruvians are killing a Stagg. This Object having remain'd a while,

Enter Drake Senior, Drake Junior, Page.

Drake Senior

A Boar so fierce and large, No Hunter e're 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 disdain'd retreat.

Drake Junior

The wound you gave him makes him turn his head To seek the darker shades, where he was bred.

Page

Follow, follow!

Drake Senior

Stay my Victorious Boy! When a couragious 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 plentious & the chace is done.

Drake Junior

PEDRO in sev'ral formes has all That ev'ry where we merit call.

Drake Senior

Wary in War as Chiefs grown old; And yet in sodain dangers bold. Civil and real too in courts; Painful in bus'ness and in sports.

Pedro

Behold that Tree which much superiour grows To all that in this Wood Have many Ages stood: Beneath whose shade your Warriours may re∣pose.

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 renown'd of Western Trees On whose Main-top Thou gav'st me hope To view the North and South Atlantick Seas?

Pedro

It is; therefore with speed Thither, my Chief, proceed: And, when you climbing have attaind' the height, Report will grow authentick by your sight.

Drake Senior

When from those lofty branches I The south Atlantick spy My vows shall higher fly, Till they with highest Heav'n prevail That, as I see it, I may on it Sail.

Dr. Jun.

No English Keel hath yet that Ocean plow'd.

Pedro.

If Prophesie from me may be allow'd, Renowned DRAKE, Heav'n does decree That happy Enterprize to thee. For thou of all the Brittains 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 Prophesie will rise To higher Enterprise. The English Lion's Walk shall reach as far As prosp'rous Valour dares adventure War. As Winds can drive, or Waves can bear Those Ships which boldest Pilots stear.

Exeunt.

This Song is sung by two Land Souldiers, and two Seamen.

The Song.

Sea∣men.

HOw comes it you Land-men, and we of the Sea, Though oft mixt together, yet seldom agree?

Landm.

A Riddle, which we can finde out no more Then 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 joyntly design'd To the dainty delight of storming a Town, You run to the Plunder, and leave us behinde.

Landm.

Alas, our dear Brothers! How can we forbear? But aboord when you have us, where wonderful Gold Is shovell'd like Ballast, y'are even with us there: We fight on the Decks, whilst you rummidge the Hould.

Seam.

But now we shall March where the Diegos (though loth To part with it civi'ly) may soon oblige both.

Landm.

They so much are scar'd from their Wits with their dangers That now they want wit to be civil to strangers.

Chorus of all.

Come let us joyn hands then, and ne'r 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-soul∣diers and the two Sea-men dance a Jigg, to intimate their future agreement.