DRAKE. And the batteries, they are pointing the guns on us. Look there Hawkins. You have the weather gage, make for them under all sail; with the command of the wind, you can give a double broadside. Set your ship on fire, and run her aboard the Admiral. In the confusion take to your boats and pull for the Minion. We shall pepper away, and get to sea. On the blue water our legs will be too long for them, should they dare to follow us. Goodbye, God bless you, Hawkins, should we not meet again, (_they shake hands_). No surrender. Victory or death. (_Exeunt_ DRAKE, HAMPTON, _and_ BOLTON.) (_Scene changes_.) SCENE IV.—THE BATTLE OF SAN JUAN DE ULLOA. _The harbour filled with burning ships_. _The Jesus is aboard the Spanish Admiral_, _both in flames_, _yet still fighting broadside to broadside_. _Three hundred Spaniards attempting to board the Minion from a hulk are being repulsed_. _The Jesus and the Minion in font_. _The Spanish fleet at the back_. _Deck of the Jesus_. HAWKINS. Blaze away, my sea-dogs, stick to the Admiral. Don’t let him out clear. Hurrah! upon bows and guns. (_He turns towards the Minion_.) See! They are on the deck of the Minion. Hurrah for Hampton! Stick to them gallant tars. Pike, axe, and cutlass, follow me. (_He rushes at their head through the pinnace on to the deck of the Minion_, _shouts and cheers as they clamber over the bulwarks_). Hah! Minion to the rescue! Down with the traitors! Down with the villains, Hah! the axe of Moone! Great Winter, hurl them overboard with a run. Brave men, strong men, hurrah for merry England, the day is ours, God gives us the victory; Hurrah! Hurrah! (_with great eagerness_). Look to the deck of the Jesus, Hampton. How well our men behave. Fire upon the Admiral, ply shot and shaft. (_They shoot_) Hah! The long bow of England against the world. These are the scorpions that sting our foes. My gallant fellows have done their work, they are both blazing. It’s all up there, keep the Spaniards in confusion and let our men get away. (_They are crowding into their pinnace and leaping overboard_). Boats and spars for those that are in the water. (_Men run about with spars_). HAMPTON. Out with the sweeps and try to crawl ahead, we shall fall in with a cap-full of wind, once clear of the vibration of the guns. HAWKINS. Now serve out the ale. (_Leaning exhausted against the main-mast_, _he calls to his cupbearer for Ale_). Samuel, fill me a cup of ale, for my very soul is exhausted, but I thank God for this deliverance, (_his cupbearer hands him a silver goblet_, _he comes forward and poises it in the air_). Here’s to our Noble Queen and her heroic Tars! (_He quaffs the Ale and lays down the goblet_, _which a cannon shot dashes to pieces the moment his hand quits it_, CAPTAIN HAMPTON _rushing forward to assist him_). HAMPTON. Are you hurt, General? That was a narrow escape, but we are accustomed to such chances.