NELSON That's well. I swore for twenty.--But it's well. HARDY We'll have 'em yet! But without you, my lord, We have to make slow plodding do the deeds That sprung by inspiration ere you fell; And on this ship the more particularly. NELSON No, Hardy.--Ever 'twas your settled fault So modestly to whittle down your worth. But I saw stuff in you which admirals need When, taking thought, I chose the “Victory's” keel To do my business with these braggarts in. A business finished now, for me!--Good friend, Slow shades are creeping me... I scarce see you. HARDY The smoke from ships upon our win'ard side, And the dust raised by their worm-eaten hulks, When our balls touch 'em, blind the eyes, in truth. NELSON No; it is not that dust; 'tis dust of death That darkens me. [A shock overhead. HARDY goes up. On or two other officers go up, and by and by return.] What was that extra noise? OFFICER The “Formidable' passed us by, my lord, And thumped a stunning broadside into us.-- But, on their side, the “Hero's” captain's fallen; The “Algeciras” has been boarded, too, By Captain Tyler, and the captain shot: Admiral Gravina desperately holds out; They say he's lost an arm. NELSON And we, ourselves-- Who have we lost on board here? Nay, but tell me! BEATTY Besides poor Scott, my lord, and Charles Adair, Lieutenant Ram, and Whipple, captain's clerk, There's Smith, and Palmer, midshipmen, just killed. And fifty odd of seamen and marines. NELSON Poor youngsters! Scarred old Nelson joins you soon. BEATTY And wounded: Bligh, lieutenant; Pasco, too, and Reeves, and Peake, lieutenants of marines, And Rivers, Westphall, Bulkeley, midshipmen, With, of the crew, a hundred odd just now, Unreckoning those late fallen not brought below. BURKE That fellow in the mizzen-top, my lord, Who made it his affair to wing you thus, We took good care to settle; and he fell Like an old rook, smack from his perch, stone dead. NELSON 'Twas not worth while!--He was, no doubt, a man Who in simplicity and sheer good faith Strove but to serve his country. Rest be to him! And may his wife, his friends, his little ones, If such be had, be tided through their loss, And soothed amid the sorrow brought by me. [HARDY re-enters.] Who's that? Ah--here you come! How, Hardy, now? HARDY The Spanish Admiral's rumoured to be wounded, We know not with what truth. But, be as 'twill, He sheers away with all he could call round, And some few frigates, straight to Cadiz port. [A violent explosion is heard above the confused noises on deck. A midshipman goes above and returns.] MIDSHIPMAN [in the background]