1. Religion Having but one face then both here and there, Both Nations seemd as one: Concord, Commerce And sweete Community were Chaynes of Pearle About the neckes of eyther. But when _England_ Threw of the Yoake of _Rome, Spayne_ flew from her; _Spayne_ was no more a sister nor a neighbour, But a sworne Enemy. All this did but bring Dry stickes to kindle fire: now see it burne. 2. And warme my knowledge and experience by't. 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. 1. It did; yet then We lovd them beyond measure. 2. Why? 1. Why, did not _Spaine_ fetch gold from the _West Indies_ for us To spend here merrily? She planted vines, We eate the Grapes; she playd the _Spanish_ Pavine[13] Under our windowes, we in our bedds lay laughing To heare such Mynstrelsy.