And ’tis sober truth that her Grace made me tell over into her royal palm a half of the French crowns that I had brought back with me. I confess ’twas not an exact reckoning, for knowing her Grace’s propensity, I had been careful to make a subtraction from the full sum before I named it, a fault which I trust will be held to be venial, and not laid against me by honest men. Her Grace’s anger being thus mollified, I made bold to proffer a petition whereon I set much store, to wit, that she would suffer me to join myself to Sir Walter Raleigh for his voyage, the ships being at that time, as I had already learnt, on the point of sailing from Plymouth. "Ods my bodikins!" cried the Queen; "hast thou lost thy silly heart to some Spanish slut, that thou art burning to return among the garlic-eaters?" "I assure your Highness’ Grace," said I, "that in all my wanderings I have never beheld a damsel whose eyes could lure me from devotion to my Queen." At this her Grace showed as much pleasure as she were a girl of sixteen, and I looked for her to consent to my petition; but in this I was deceived. "Well, well," she said, "thou’rt a proper bold rascal, but I can’t have all my lovers running about the wicked world, in danger of falling into divers snares and temptations. No; ods my life, thou shan’t go," she cried in a passion, "and if I see any mumping and glooming, to the Tower with thee!" I smiled as amiably as I could, and vowed that I had no pleasure save her Highness’ will; but I own that I nourish to this day a remnant grudge against my old mistress, for that she hindered me from serving with Sir Walter in that world-renowned enterprise. [Illustration: tailpiece to Fourth Part] *Interim* That feat of Sir Walter Raleigh was a wondrous achievement that any man might envy without blame. The English fleet came to anchor off Cadiz on June 20, 1596. Sir Walter’s voice had great weight with the generals, and it was by his counsel and ordering that the enterprise was ruled. His device was to attack the galleons lying there in the haven and after assail the town, and so was it performed. Himself led the van ward in the _Warspright_, and ran through a fierce cannonade from the fort of Puntal and the galleys, esteeming them but as wasps in respect of the powerfulness of the others, and making no answer save by blare of trumpet to each discharge. And he dropped anchor close over against the _St. Philip_ and the _St. Andrew_, the greatest of all the galleons, and the same which had overpowered in the Azores the little _Revenge_ wherein Sir Richard Grenville died gloriously, winning deathless fame. Three hours the _Warspright_ fought those great ships, and was near sinking; nevertheless Raleigh would not yield precedence to my Lord Essex or the Lord Admiral, but thrust himself athwart the channel, so as he was sure none should out-start him again for that day.