Drake; or, the Transfer of the Trident: A National DramaMacOubrey, William
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Drake; or, the Transfer of the Trident: A National Drama
MacOubrey, William
Drake, Francis, approximately 1540-1596 -- Drama; Elizabeth I, Queen of England, 1533-1603 -- Drama; English drama -- 19th century
DRAKE (_turning to_ WILLIAM HAWKINS _with emotion_). Ah! Kinsman, all
lost but honour. Foul play! Treachery! Robbery! Murder! Spain has
outdone herself in perfidy and baseness. Poor Sir John!
HAWKINS. What of him, and the rest?
DRAKE. Alas, I know not. I saw the Jesus and the Spanish Admiral both
in flames. I fear they are all dead, or worse—prisoners. We fought our
way through fire and slaughter, and we alone remain to tell of their
glory and their fate.
HAWKINS. Alas! Alas, (_wringing his hands with great emotion and
grief_). This is a dreadful business; the fellest swoop Spain has yet
made on us. What is to be done? Alas! Alas! (_he walks about in
distraction_.)
COBHAM (_fiercely_). Cover the ocean with our cruizers! Burn their
towns! Sink their ships! Seize their treasure! War! War to the death.
CROWD. War! War to the death! A Cobham! A Cobham.
SAILOR (_stepping out and brandishing his axe_). I’ll swear eternal war
(_walks about brandishing his axe_). Death to every Spaniard I fall in
with on sea or land.
DRAKE (_much agitated_). Come along, kinsman, I must be off at once to
London and see the Queen, I must tell her all personally; her treaties
broken, commerce invaded, her own ship burned, her seamen slaughtered,
above a million gone; let me be off.
(_Exeunt_ DRAKE, HAWKINS, COBHAM, _and others_, _excited and followed by
a raging crowd_, _gesticulating violently and shouting_).
CROWD. We’ll pay them. War! Plunder! That’s the game! War! Revenge!
Hurrah for Drake, and war! Plunder! Plunder! (_Exeunt Omnes_).
(_Scene changes_).
SCENE III.—THE TERRACE OF GREENWICH PALACE.
(_Enter_ QUEEN ELIZABETH _and the_ SPANISH AMBASSADOR).
AMBASSADOR. Three large and richly laden merchant ships for Flanders,
after a brave defence, taken off the Goodwins, and their crews massacred,
drowned or captive! A Spanish vessel saw the fight, and barely escaped
to tell of the event. There is scarce a day that some prize is not
brought into Plymouth, Dover, or Southampton; the cargoes, and often the
passengers, openly sold, and the ships confiscated, or armed and added to
their fleet if suitable. These sail in and out under English colours.
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