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 Mynes
And brought their golden fagotts thence, their Ingotts
And silver wedges; when each ship of ours
Was able to spread sayles of silke; the tacklings
Of twisted gold; when every marryner
At his arrivall here had his deepe pockets
Crammd full of Pistoletts; when the poorest ship-boy
Might on the Thames make duckes and drakes with pieces
Of eight fetchd out of Spayne: These were the Bellowes
Which blew the Spanish bonfires of revenge;
These were the times in which they calld our Nation
Borachos,[12] Lutherans and Furias del Inferno.
2. Would we might now give them the selfe same cause To call us soe.
1. The very name of Drake
Was a Bugbear to fright Children; Nurses still'd
Their little Spanish Nynnyes when they cryde
"Hush! the Drake comes."
2. All this must needs beget Their mortall hate to us.