QUEEN (_with much emotion_). Brave men! My heart is too full for speech—But even did my feelings permit, what words could measure the daring of your souls, or the greatness of your achievements. You have filled the world with wonder, like the Demigods of fable. Your country and eternal fame can alone requite you—You have my heart, my love! I thank you, and drink to all your healths. (_Great cheering_, _the_ QUEEN _comes forward_. _Efforts are made by_ DRAKE _and the leading men to restore order_.) DRAKE (_going among the sailors_). The Queen, men! The Queen, men, silence in the ship. (_Order is restored_). QUEEN. I have now another duty to perform, which though done to one will through him extend to all. Francis Drake, Come forward. (DRAKE _advances_). Your sword, sir! (_He presents his sword_, _of enormous value_, _ornamented with gold and precious stones_. _The_ QUEEN _gazes on it with wonder_). (_Aside_) Spanish! Like everything around, it speaks of triumph. This little deck exhales an influence, ’tis holy ground to me. An atmosphere of conquest breathes around me—I feel the power (_flourishing the sword_). Kneel sir. Francis Drake; you have accomplished deeds of deathless renown, which have thrown over your country a halo of glory and power. You have taught her foes to dread her, your country; that her valour can achieve the conquest of the world: and that the TRIDENT OF THE OCEAN of right belongs to ENGLAND. (_She strikes him with the sword_). Rise, Sir Francis Drake, pursue the path of Knighthood and virtue, till you reach the destined goal of your own and England’s greatness. (_She extends her hand to him to kiss_, GARTER KING-AT-ARMS _comes forward and presents a large Escutcheon with a ship on the globe emblazoned on it_. LORD HOWARD OF EFFINGHAM, LEICESTER, RALEIGH, _and others press round to congratulate him_, _amid the cheers of the sailors_).