SAUNDERS. Do you think you lubber, Bill Saunders would forget that, and the General so bad? Here’s a bit of pewter will do what’s wanted, if handsomely used. Show me the bottle, (_he seizes the bottle_, _knocks off the neck with the tankard_, _and filing it presents it to the General with much applause_). Drink, General! (DRAKE _takes the cup_, _drinks and laughs_). That’s the medicine—the true agua vitæ, as a murdering Spaniard would call it. Damn them! The thieves know what’s good, it has the strength of Samson in it. Look at me that was killed dead, and am alive again, and all from that blessed liquor. SAILOR. If you were dead Bill, you were dead drunk. SAUNDERS. You lie like a doctor or a lawyer. I was only looking after something to revive the General. (_Laughter_. _He is dragged aside by the __sailors_, _who make fun with him_. DRAKE _sitting up with some gathered round him assisting and persuading him to go aboard_). OXENHAM. Now General, we must have you carried aboard. You require rest and repose and your wounds seen to. ALL (_crying out confusedly_). Aye! Aye! That’s it. Take care of the General, England can’t spare him. Let’s get him aboard. OXENHAM. Besides, your presence is unnecessary. The town is in our hands, not a tongue durst wag, not a dog durst bark. They know their masters. DRAKE. Well! brave friends and comrades, as you will. DRAKE _is carried away amidst cheers from his devoted crew_. OXENHAM. Now, about getting our stuff aboard. Lord we could not stow the tenth part of it. MOON. Our Spanish friend here is right, it would freight a fleet. JOHN DRAKE. It would sink ours. OXENHAM. What a thundering shame! to send us out on such an expedition with two or three cockle shells, when with proper outfit and English hearts to back us, we could enrich the nation. But it is always the way with our government. They care more for her enemies than for England! (_He walks aside with his hands up in great indignation_). JOHN DRAKE. What would please you in the way of Government, Jack? OXENHAM (_with great energy_). To get up a fleet, man it with true British tars, rovers and volunteers I mean; give the command to Hawkins or Drake, then let Philip see how long his galleons could keep the sea, (_exultingly_). We would soon transfer the Indies with all their wealth to the crown of England. MOON. Suppose Jack you were in authority, as King of England. What then? OXENHAM. By all the stars in heaven I would begin with stringing to the yards arm, every Jack in office. But come let us go ahead with this little job. First, where’s our transport? Take a guard Moon, scour the town for horses, mules—everything that can carry. (_Exit_ MOON _and others with him_). Now men, with a will. Muster your gangs. (_Pointing to the great silver pile_). Hurrah! upon these silver bars! (_They rush about with bars of gold and silver_, _preparing to load them_.)