1. When we did sett our feete even on their Mynes And brought their golden fagotts thence, their Ingotts And silver wedges; when each ship of ours Was able to spread sayles of silke; the tacklings Of twisted gold; when every marryner At his arrivall here had his deepe pockets Crammd full of Pistoletts; when the poorest ship-boy Might on the _Thames_ make duckes and drakes with pieces Of eight fetchd out of _Spayne_: These were the Bellowes Which blew the _Spanish_ bonfires of revenge; These were the times in which they calld our Nation Borachos,[12] Lutherans and Furias del Inferno.
2. Would we might now give them the selfe same cause To call us soe.
1. The very name of _Drake_ Was a Bugbear to fright Children; Nurses still'd Their little _Spanish_ Nynnyes when they cryde "Hush! the _Drake_ comes."
2. All this must needs beget Their mortall hate to us.
1. It did; yet then We lovd them beyond measure.
1. Why, did not _Spaine_ fetch gold from the _West Indies_ for us To spend here merrily? She planted vines, We eate the Grapes; she playd the _Spanish_ Pavine[13] Under our windowes, we in our bedds lay laughing To heare such Mynstrelsy.
2. How then turnd the windes? Why did this beauteous face of love in us Put on so blacke a Visour of hate to them?
1. Oh, sir, doe but looke backe to Eighty Eight, That _Spanish_ glasse shall tell you, shew each wrinckle. _England_ that yeare was but a bit pickd out To be layd on their Kinges Trencher. Who were their Cookes? Marry, sir, his Grandees and great Dons of _Spaine_, A Navy was provided, a royall fleete, Infinite for the bravery of Admiralls, Viceadmirall [sic], Generalls, Colonells and Commanders, Soldiers, and all the warlike furniture Cost or experience or mans witt could muster For such a mayne designe.
2. Stay; Eighty Eight,-- Thirty eight yeares agoe: much about then Came I into the world.--Well, sir, this fleete?
1. Which made the Sea fish wonder what new kingdome Was building over theirs, beate downe the Billowes Before them to gett thither. 'Twas such a Monster In body, such a wonder in the eyes, And such a[14] thunder in the eares of Christendome That the Popes Holynes would needes be Godfather To this most mighty big limbd Child, and call it Th'Invincible Armado.