HAWKINS. It was the will of God, Hampton—a warning voice to give him the glory. There is no such thing as chance. He has not done with me yet. (_Look_, _he looks around._) But we are all right now. Avast rowing, let us have a view of the battle-field. Heavens! what a wreck, they are utterly disabled. (_The harbour is strewn with wreck_. _The Spanish fleet is blazing_; _some driven ashore_, _some sunk_, _the masts and flags appearing above water_). HAMPTON. The Jesus is burned to the water-mark, but she has done her work. She has set fire to the Admiral, the flame has spread. They are all either destroyed by fire, shot to pieces, or driven ashore. It is truly marvellous how so small a force should destroy a powerful fleet like that. You ought to have taken Drake’s advice to seize them with all their arms, ships, treasure, and batteries of the place; then we should have been masters of Spain and the Ocean. HAWKINS. Let us be satisfied. You see I was hampered with the Treaty, and our undetermined, perhaps divided Government. HAMPTON. Say the traitors in the Government!—Damn the Government!—Damn the Treaty!—But as you have said, General, perhaps we should be satisfied with our lives. There is Drake and the Judith ahead. Pull away my boys, there is not a breath.—What a lull the storm of battle leaves, as if the very Ocean quailed. Hurrah upon the starboard sweeps! Hurrah! (_the ship is drawn off_, _the Orchestra striking up_ “_Rule Britannia_.”) _Curtain falls_. ACT III. SCENE I.—PLYMOUTH. _The Hoe_—_a high ground commanding a view of the Town_, _Harbour and Sound seaward_. _Ships sailing in and out_. _Privateers cruising by the Offing_—_a number of the same sort in the Harbour ready to make sail at a moment’s notice_. WILLIAM HAWKINS, _with a Telescope having taken a view_. HAWKINS (_melancholy and brooding_). Not a speck! No hope! All gone! or worse, captured, and then the Inquisition, fire and faggot! Nothing too cruel for Spaniards to Englishmen. My poor Brother! _Enter_ SIR HENRY KILLIGREW, _who comes up to him unseen_, _one of the many nobles and gentry driven to the sea as daring Buccaniers_, _by the Marian persecution_, _now a most confidential agent of the_ QUEEN. SIR HENRY KILLIGREW (_clapping him on the shoulder_). Well! old friend, what does the Telescope say? For I can guess what you are on the look out for. I came down from London, to have a look myself, and to have a talk with you about these Spanish ships in port, with specie. I shall detain them until the result of this affair is ascertained. The Queen is in a towering rage. You know her temper when she feels not only that she is injured, but that her honour and power are slighted. She says this is a foul business; worse than open war.