_Enter a turbulent crowd of sailors_, _bursting in with a great banner on which is blazoned a ship in gold_, _and in similar letters the name_ “_El Dorado_,” _cheering and shouting with violent gestures and confusion_. CROWD. Hurrah for the Virgin Queen! Down with Spain and her Inquisition. 1st SAILOR. The Queen! God bless her, and give her a good English husband. No foreign rule here! 2nd SAILOR. Confusion to Philip and all Foreigners! England for the English! 3rd SAILOR. Aye! Aye! lads. We’ll keep them out! No landing of the foe on our coasts. Our cruizers will keep the channel clear. 4th SAILOR (_with energy_). The Channel’s ours! SPY (_aside_) No doubt, they will clear it of everything that carries gold, or other foreign valuables, without being over particular about their nationality. _The chief or general_, _standing beside the banner_, _a tall powerful man_, _though young_, _sunburnt_, _and weather-beaten_, _gaudily dressed as silk_, _velvet_, _gold and jewels can make him_. _In his broad belt plaited with gold_, _are stuck a brace of heavy pistols_, _richly chased with silver_, _and a long dagger hafted with gold and diamonds_. _On his head a blue velvet cap with a gold band_. _On the velvet_, _emblazoned with jewels_, _a ship with the words_ “_El Dorado_.” _He holds forth in his left hand a large ingot_, _or bar of gold_. CHIEF. Look ye here, ye sons of the Ocean Queen, ye storm-birds that have the daring spirit of your sea-king race, that love the raging surf, and the mountain wave when it rolls the highest! Ye of the forward step, and the ready fist, who wish for a little of this! (_holding out the ingot_). (_Cheers_). Who’ll volunteer for the good ship El Dorado? We don’t want every lubber that may offer, only roaring boys that are not afraid to board a Spanish galleon without counting the square feet of her lumbering hull, or the hundreds of her cowardly crew. The El Dorado has a speedy forefoot, I can tell you; she can run the Caribs in about a fortnight, and we don’t care who knows the WHEN and the WHITHER, not as much as one!—Copper!—Maravedi! (_snapping his fingers_). CROWD, (_cheering_), Hurrah! That’s the talk and no bunkum! We know you, General. We’ll follow you to the death. 1st BYSTANDER. Who is he? A gallant bearing and tall! He looks a hero born for command. 2nd BYSTANDER. So he ought to look; Don’t you know him? That’s young Lord —. (_He whispers the name_), one of Elizabeth’s early lovers. One of the five hundred young nobles who rode beside her in defiance of Mary’s wrath. When his idol was insulted at Court, he behaved so violently that he became a marked man, and the persecution growing hot, he took to the sea for vengeance on the Spanish party. Now he sticks to it, you perceive, for something else, (_with a knowing look_).