CHIRUCA (_to_ DRAKE). We are at no loss for refreshing drinks, friend Drake, in our forest (_he points to a large tree_). Here, friend Tom, just notch this tall trunk, and get ready your calabashes. (DRAKE _comes forward to see_.) This is one of our largest and most valuable trees. The Spaniards call it Palo de Vacca (the Cow Tree). Now friend Tom! MOON _gashes the great trunk and out rushes a stream of milk_, _which the Indians catch in calabashes and hand round_. _They all begin to drink_, _exclaiming_. _Excellent_! _Wonderful_! DRAKE. This is marvellous! In the hands of a monk it would pass for a miracle. It scarcely differs from real milk, and will not be believed in England. MOON. It beats cow-keeping, as far as a dolphin does a flying-fish. I bethink me of bringing home some slips and setting up a dairy in old Plymouth! (_laughter_) VOICES. Your cows would all die of the cold, Tom. MOON. Belike, General, if I should cut off a junk and put it to the fire, we might have a joint of roast beef. Heh! ALL (_with burst of laughter_). Try it, Tom! Try it, Tom! You’ll find it hard to digest (_cheers_). You’ll need a marlin spike next to pick your teeth, Tom (_cheers_). Ha! Ha! The roast beef of Old England growing on a tree! (_cheers and laughter_). _The Curtain falls_. _The Orchestra striking up_ “_The Roast Beef of Old England_.” ACT V. SCENE I.—PORT ST. JULIAN, PATAGONIA. _Rugged rocks of the coast_. _Small plain with scanty vegetation_. _Black snow-clad hills around_. _Gibbets and gallows_, _with skeletons suspended to them_, _the remains of Magellan’s sailors executed for mutiny_. DOUGHTY, with FLETCHER _the Chaplain_, _sitting on a rock_. DOUGHTY _pensive and melancholy looks down upon the ground_. _Enter_ DRAKE, WINTER, _and the other members of the Court Martial with crews of the different vessels_. _They range themselves in order_. CAPTAIN WINTER _holding a paper_, _is about to read the sentence_.