QUEEN (_laughing_). Plenty of shaking, Drake. Plenty! Philip’s fit is not over. He is shaking yet. Cecil, too, is shaking—frightened by Mendoza’s bluster. He says we shall have war unless we give up the treasure—Sussex and Clinton agree with him. I don’t think much of that—I know them! They’re not the men to give up anything of their own (_with a sarcastic smile_) without a fight for it. They would talk another language, if they had a share in our little venture. (_Then with intense curiosity_). How much is it, Drake? DRAKE. Impossible to estimate, my Liege. Philip puts his losses at one million and a half. That applies, however, only to ascertained, and registered quantities. They don’t know the half of what I have taken—Gold plate and bars by tons! What will your majesty say to cases of pearls and emeralds as large as pigeons’ eggs? I have brought, your majesty, a sample—a little present from your honoured servant. (_He presents her with the celebrated crown of emeralds as large as pigeons’ eggs which she gazes on with astonishment and delight_.) QUEEN. A crown of emeralds! and of such magnitude. The like was never seen in Europe. No regal brow hath ever borne the like. Magnificent! Drake!—Drake! This is of unearthly splendour. Thou art an enchanter, man, or hast been in fairy-land. (_She puts the crown on her head and walks about musing_; _then suddenly confronts him_.) Three millions! Who ever dreamed of such a sum? It is a nation’s wealth! Give it up? Once in one’s clutches! Impossible! I could not give it up. Impossible! (_She walks about exulting in the possession_. _She pauses_, _and asks_ DRAKE, _with uneasy anxiety_.) What think you, Drake? Will there be war? DRAKE. Not with Spain, my Liege, unless we declare war. Philip dare not—could not, go to war with us. What would become of the Low Countries then? He could not keep them a single week. Ha! ha! ha! Besides! He has no fleet! QUEEN. No fleet? Our statesmen think the sea is covered with his fleets! (_ironically_) in fact that it is his property.