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.