Drake (going among the sailors). The Queen, men! The Queen, men, silence in the ship. (Order is restored).
Queen. I have now another duty to perform, which though done to one will through him extend to all. Francis Drake, Come forward. (Drake advances). Your sword, sir! (He presents his sword, of enormous value, ornamented with gold and precious stones. The Queen gazes on it with wonder). (Aside) Spanish! Like everything around, it speaks of triumph. This little deck exhales an influence, ’tis holy ground to me. An atmosphere of conquest breathes around me—I feel the power (flourishing the sword). Kneel sir. Francis Drake; you have accomplished deeds of deathless renown, which have thrown over your country a halo of glory and power. You have taught her foes to dread her, your country; that her valour can achieve the conquest of the world: and that the trident of the ocean of right belongs to England. (She strikes him with the sword). Rise, Sir Francis Drake, pursue the path of Knighthood and virtue, till you reach the destined goal of your own and England’s greatness. (She extends her hand to him to kiss, Garter King-at-Arms comes forward and presents a large Escutcheon with a ship on the globe emblazoned on it. Lord Howard of Effingham, Leicester, Raleigh, and others press round to congratulate him, amid the cheers of the sailors).