_Ten_. _Francisco Bustamente_, how is the Castle? what strength? _Bust_. A fort impregnable, wanting neyther soldiers nor munition. _Ten_. Well, looke to't. _Fer_. How ere That wilbe necessary; the fort lyes in The mouth of danger, and it will become You to discharge that duty, _Bustamente_. _Bust_. With my best care. _Ten_. I wish all well, and that you had not yet Discharg'd your Companyes, _Don Fernando_. _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. 1. Troth, so would I mine. 2. I nere could tell yet from what roote this huge Large spreading Tree of hate from _Spayne_ to us, From us agayne to _Spayne_, took the first growth. 1. No? then lie tell you: let us season our sorrow With this discourse. 2. With all my heart I long for't. 1. You shall not loose your longing: then, sir, know The hate a _Spanyard_ beares an _Englishman_ Nor naturall is, nor ancient; but as sparkes, Flying from a flint by beating, beget flames, Matter being neere to feed and nurse the fire, So from a tinder at the first kindled[9] Grew this heartburning twixt these two great Nations. 2. As how, pray? 1. Heare me: any _Englishman_ That can but read our Chronicles can tell That many of our Kings and noblest Princes Have fetcht their best and royallest wives from _Spayne_, The very last of all binding both kingdomes Within one golden ring of love and peace By the marriage of Queene _Mary_ with that little man (But mighty monarch) _Phillip_, son and heire To _Charles_ the Emperour. 2. You say right.