Sir Christ. We do. Sir Walt. You know, beside, his boasted armament, Sir Christ. Our last advices so report. 90 Is sailed, Sir Walt. While the Iberian admiral's chief hope, His darling son Sir Christ. Ferolo Whiskerandos hight Sir Walt. The same by chance a prisoner hath been I've marked the youthful Spaniard's haughty mien- Sir Walt. You also know". Dang. Mr Puff, as he knows all this, why does Sir 100 Walter go on telling him? Puff. But the audience are not supposed to know any thing of the matter, are they? Sneer. True; but I think you manage ill: for there certainly appears no reason why Sir Walter should be so communicative. Puff. 'Fore Gad, now, that is one of the most un grateful observations I ever heard !-for the less inducement he has to tell all this, the more, I think, you ought to be obliged to him; for I am 110 sure you'd know nothing of the matter without it. Dang. That's very true, upon my word. Puff. But you will find he was not going on. "Sir Christ. Enough, enough-'tis plain-and I no more Am in amazement lost!". Puff. Here, now you see, Sir Christopher did not in fact ask any one question for his own information. Sneer. No, indeed: his has been a most disinterested curiosity! Dang. Really, I find, we are very much obliged to them both. Puff. To be sure you are. Now then for the commander-in-chief, the Earl of Leicester, who, you know, was no favourite but of the queen's. We left off-in amazement lost! "Sir Christ. 120 Am in amazement lost. But, see where noble Leicester comes! supreme Sir Walt. And yet, methinks, 130 At such a time, so perilous, so feared, That staff might well become an abler grasp. Sir Christ. And so, by Heaven! think I; but soft, he's here!" Puff. Ay, they envy him! Sneer. But who are these with him? Puff. Oh! very valiant knights: one is the governor And now, ligible in the first scene, because there was so "Enter Earl of Leicester, Governor, Master of the Leic. How's this, my friends! is 't thus your newfledged zeal And plumèd valour moulds in roosted sloth? Thus stagnate in a cold and weedy converse, No! rather let the fountain of your valour Puff. There it is-followed up! 150 "Sir Walt. No more!—the freshening breath of thy rebuke Hath filled the swelling canvas of our souls! And thus, though fate should cut the cable of [All take bands. Our topmost hopes, in friendship's closing line 160 We'll grapple with despair, and if we fall, We'll fall in glory's wake! Leic. There spoke old England's genius! Then, are we all resolved? All. We are-all resolved. Leic. To conquer—or be free ? Leic. All? All. All." Dang. Nem. con. egad! 170 Puff. O yes!-where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful! "Leic. Then let's embrace-and now Sneer. What the plague, is he going to pray? [Kneels." Puff. Yes; hush!—in great emergencies, there is nothing like a prayer. "Leic. O mighty Mars!" Dang. But why should he pray to Mars? "Leic. If in thy homage bred, 180 Each point of discipline I've still observed; Knight. And me! Sir Walt. And me! Sir Christ. And me! [Kneels. [Kneels. [Kneels. [Kneels. [Kneels." 190 Puff. Now pray altogether. "All. Behold thy votaries submissive beg, That thou wilt deign to grant them all they ask; |