"'Twas the devil and the Pope gave them
My kingdom for their own:
But my nephew Francis Drake, he caused them to quake,
And he pick'd them to the bone.
As good Queen Bess's is the land;
So freely come again, all merry Devon men,
And there's old Neptune's hand."
"Holla, boys! holla! Blow up, Triton, and bring forward the freedom of the seas."
Triton, roaring through a conch, brought forward a cockleshell full of salt-water, and delivered it solemnly to Amyas, who, of course, put a noble into it, and returned it after Grenvile had done the same.
"Holla, Dick Admiral!" cried Neptune, who was pretty far gone in liquor; "we knew thou hadst a right English heart in thee, for all thou standest there as taut as a Don who has swallowed his rapier."
"Grammercy, stop thy bellowing, fellow, and on; for thou smellest vilely of fish."
"Everything smells sweet in its right place. I'm going home."
"I thought thou wert there all along, being already half-seas over," said Cary.
"Ay, right Upsee-Dutch; and that's more than thou ever wilt be, thou 'long-shore stay-at-home. Why wast making sheep's eyes at Mistress Salterne here, while my pretty little chuck of Burrough there was playing at shove-groat with Spanish doubloons?"
"Go to the devil, sirrah!" said Cary. Neptune had touched on a sore subject; and more cheeks than Amyas Leigh's reddened at the hint.
"Amen, if Heaven so please!" and on rolled the monarch of the seas; and so the pageant ended.
The moment Amyas had an opportunity, he asked his brother Frank, somewhat peevishly, where Rose Salterne was.
"What! the mayor's daughter? With her uncle by Kilkhampton, I believe."
Now cunning Master Frank, whose daily wish was to "seek peace and ensue it," told Amyas this, because he must needs speak the truth: but he was purposed at the same time to speak as little truth as he could, for fear of accidents; and, therefore, omitted to tell his brother how that he, two days before, had entreated Rose Salterne herself to appear as the nymph of Torridge; which honor she, who had no objection either to exhibit her pretty face, to recite pretty poetry, or to be trained thereto by the cynosure of North Devon would have assented willingly, but that her father stopped the pretty project by a peremptory countermove, and packed her off, in spite of her tears, to the said uncle on the Atlantic cliffs; after which he went up to Burrough, and laughed over the whole matter with Mrs. Leigh.
"I am but a burgher, Mrs. Leigh, and you a lady of blood; but
