“Gentles! good Christians! save me!  I am mare-rode!  Incubo, vel ab incubo, opprimor!  Satanas has me by the poll!  Help! he tears my jugular; he wrings my neck, as he does to Dr. Faustus in the play.  Confiteor!—­I confess!  Satan, I defy thee!  Good people, I confess! [Greek text]!  The truth will out.  Mr. Francis Leigh wrote the epigram!” And diving through the crowd, the pedagogue vanished howling, while Father Neptune, crowned with sea-weeds, a trident in one hand, and a live dog-fish in the other, swaggered up the street surrounded by a tall bodyguard of mariners, and followed by a great banner, on which was depicted a globe, with Drake’s ship sailing thereon upside down, and overwritten—­

     “See every man the Pelican,
        Which round the world did go,
     While her stern-post was uppermost,
        And topmasts down below. 
     And by the way she lost a day,
        Out of her log was stole: 
     But Neptune kind, with favoring wind,
        Hath brought her safe and whole.”

“Now, lads!” cried Neptune; “hand me my parable that’s writ for me, and here goeth!”

And at the top of his bull-voice, he began roaring—­

     “I am King Neptune bold,
       The ruler of the seas
     I don’t understand much singing upon land,
       But I hope what I say will please.

     “Here be five Bideford men,
       Which have sail’d the world around,
     And I watch’d them well, as they all can tell,
       And brought them home safe and sound.

     “For it is the men of Devon. 
       To see them I take delight,
     Both to tack and to hull, and to heave and to pull,
       And to prove themselves in fight.

     “Where be those Spaniards proud,
       That make their valiant boasts;
     And think for to keep the poor Indians for their sheep,
       And to farm my golden coasts?

     “’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.

     “For the sea my realm it is,
       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 cockle-shell full of salt-water, and delivered it solemnly to Amyas, who, of course, put a noble into it, and returned it after Grenville 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.”