2.  With all my heart I long for’t.

1.  You shall not loose your longing:  then, sir, know
The hate a Spanyard beares an Englishman
Nor naturall is, nor ancient; but as sparkes,
Flying from a flint by beating, beget flames,
Matter being neere to feed and nurse the fire,
So from a tinder at the first kindled[9]
Grew this heartburning twixt these two great Nations.

2.  As how, pray?

1.  Heare me:  any Englishman
That can but read our Chronicles can tell
That many of our Kings and noblest Princes
Have fetcht their best and royallest wives from Spayne,
The very last of all binding both kingdomes
Within one golden ring of love and peace
By the marriage of Queene Mary with that little man
(But mighty monarch) Phillip, son and heire
To Charles the Emperour.

2.  You say right.

1.  Religion
Having but one face then both here and there,
Both Nations seemd as one:  Concord, Commerce
And sweete Community were Chaynes of Pearle
About the neckes of eyther.  But when England
Threw of the Yoake of Rome, Spayne flew from her;
Spayne was no more a sister nor a neighbour,
But a sworne Enemy.  All this did but bring
Dry stickes to kindle fire:  now see it burne.

2.  And warme my knowledge and experience by’t.

1.  Spaines anger never blew hott coales indeed Till in Queene Elizabeths Raigne when (may I call him so) That glory of his Country and Spaynes terror, That wonder of the land and the Seas minyon, Drake, of eternall memory, harrowed th’Indyes.

2.  The King of Spaynes west Indyes?

1.  Yes, when his Hands
Nombre de Dios, Cartagena, Hispaniola,
With Cuba and the rest of those faire Sisters,
The mermaydes of those Seas, whose golden strings
Give him his sweetest musicke, when they by Drake
And his brave Ginges[10] were ravishd; when these red apples
Were gather’d and brought hither to be payrd—­
Then the Castilian Lyon began to roare.

2.  Had he not cause, being vexd soe?

1.  When our shipps
Carrying such firedrakes in them that the huge
Spanish Galleasses, Galleons, Hulkes and Carrackes[11]
Being great with gold, in labour with some fright,
Were all delivered of fine redcheekt Children
At Plymouth, Portsmouth and other English havens
And onely by men midwives:  had not Spayne reason
To cry out, oh Diables Ingleses!

2.  It had not spoke such Spanish else.