But fled into the ports and harbours by,
Where out of danger they might hidden lie.
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Yet thence he rouz’d them, while that heartlesse knight,
The marques of Saint Cruz lay wafting by
In his swift sayling gallies, in whose sight
Drake burnt and spoil’d his ships and made them flie,
Who to his care for helpe did seeme to crie:
Yet durst he not come forth in their defence,
But suffred Drake to lead them captiue thence.