DRAKE. Where are the longbows now? Give them your bolts, scourge them with English hail! Brave Oxenham! Here he comes true to promise. (_Enter_ OXENHAM _with his men from the other side_, _shouting_). OXENHAM. Hurrah my boys! (_the bowmen shoot cheering_). Hah! They can’t stand that sort of storm blast, in these latitudes, general. We have carried all before us. DRAKE. The town is ours. Now to secure the treasure. (_Confusion_—_The English mustering and charging about with their axes and longbows_). _Enter_ MOON _with two Spaniards_, _prisoners_. _The men cheer him_. MOON. Here are two prisoners, general. I have granted them their lives on condition that they lead us to the treasure store. DRAKE (_in much delight and surprise_). Lucky Moon! To the treasure store! (_Confusion and rushing about_). ENGLISH (_shouting_). To the treasure store! To the treasure store! 1st SPANIARD. Here is the king’s treasure house at hand! (_He turns to another side of the Market-place_, _and points to a wide door open_, _with lights burning_, _exposing piles of gold and silver bars_, _with quantities of precious stones_). How strange! The great doors open, and lights burning! (_aside_), some traitor—an Indian perhaps. There is treasure for you, enough to freight a fleet. OXENHAM. We don’t want so much at present. Only about fifty tons of gold, and a few cases of the largest pearls and emeralds, (_cheers and laughter_). That’s what I call moderation. But we shall pay you another visit, (_he points to the heaps_). I say Moon, there’s something to look at. 2nd SPANIARD. I have been a merchant, accustomed to the wealth of Spain, in the East, and in the West, and can say the world has never seen such a mass of treasure. That single pile of silver bars is seventy feet long, ten wide, and twelve feet deep; I have measured it. DRAKE, _who has been badly wounded in the action_, _is seized with weakness and staggers for support_, _leaning on his sword_. DRAKE. Oxenham, you and Moon will see to all this. I am faint with loss of blood. (_He falls down fainting_, _alarm about him and running to his assistance_.) OXENHAM. Look to the General, men. Give him some wine; bear a hand. Come on with your flasks! Has no one a flask? MOON. All’s right, he revives. Here comes a supply? _Enter_ JOHN DRAKE _helping along_ BILL SAUNDERS _loaded with wine_, _almost drunk and brandishing a great silver tankard_. SAUNDERS (_singing_). Good wines the stuff Just drink enough, You’ll never, never die. Holy Neptune! The General’s down. Here’s the drug to revive him. Here General’s the genuine sherries, the true philosophers stone (_laughter_). No that’s not it—the elixir of life. Why it would raise the dead. See how it has revived me. (_He staggers_. _Laughter_. MOON, _interrupting him_, _seizes the bottle_.) MOON. Now we have neither corkscrew nor drinking cup, what is to be done?