Even send him, sire, to perish in his search: He has so pester'd me these many years With idle projects of discovery-- His name--I almost dread to hear it mention'd: He is a Genoese of vulgar birth And has been round all Europe with his plans Presenting them to every potentate; He lives, 'tis said, by vending maps and charts,[52] And being us'd to sketch imagin'd islands On that blank space that represents the seas, His head at last grows giddy with this folly, And fancied isles are turned to real lands With which he puzzles me perpetually: What pains me too, is, that our royal lady Lends him her ear, and reads his mad addresses, Oppos'd to reason and philosophy. _Ferdinand_ He acts the devil's part in Eden's garden; Knowing the man was proof to his temptations He whisper'd something in the ear of Eve, And promis'd much, but meant not to perform. _Minister_ I've treated all his schemes with such contempt That any but a rank, mad-brain'd enthusiast, Pushing his purpose to extremities, Would have forsook your empire, royal sir, Discourag'd, and forgotten long ago. _Ferdinand_ Has he so long been busy at his projects?-- I scarcely heard of him till yesterday: A plan pursued with so much obstinacy Looks not like madness:--wretches of that stamp Survey a thousand objects in an hour, In love with each, and yet attach'd to none Beyond the moment that it meets the eye-- But him I honour, tho' in beggar's garbs, Who has a soul of so much constancy As to bear up against the hard rebuffs, Sneers of great men, and insolence of power, And through the opposition of them all Pursues his object:--Minister, this man Must have our notice:--Let him be commissioned Viceroy of all the lands he shall discover, Admiral and general in the fleets of Spain; Let three stout ships be instantly selected, The best and strongest ribb'd of all we own, With men to mann them, patient of fatigue: But stay, attend! how stands our treasury?-- _Minister_ Empty--even to the bottom, royal sir! We have not coin for bare necessities, Much less, so pardon me, to spend on madmen. PICTURE VI. Columbus addresses Queen Isabella While Turkish queens, dejected, pine, Compell'd sweet freedom to resign; And taught one virtue, to obey, Lament some eastern tyrant's sway, Queen of our hearts, bright Isabell! A happier lot to you has fell, Who makes a nation's bliss your own, And share the rich Castilian throne. Exalted thus, beyond all fame, Assist, fair lady, that proud aim Which would your native reign extend To the wide world's remotest end. From science, fed by busy thought, New wonders to my view are brought: The vast abyss beyond our shore I deem impassable no more. Let those that love to dream or sleep Pretend no limits to the deep: I see beyond the rolling main Abounding wealth reserv'd for Spain.