"I now on this, O peers! your counsel crave.
If, bootless, homeward I should wend my way, Or should not such a fair adventure wave, Till Charles with me a prisoner I convey;
Or how I may as well our Africk save, And ruin this redoubted empire, say.
Who can advise, is prayed his lore to shew, That we may learn the best, and that pursue."