The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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The Tragedy of Locrine.
¶At length the water with continual drops,
460At length we are arrived in Albion,
¶Nor could the barbarous Dacian soveraign,
¶Nor yet the ruler of brave Belgia
¶Stay us from cutting over to this Ile;
¶Whereas I hear a troop of Phrygians
¶Have pitch'd up lordly pavillions,
¶And hope to prosper in this lovely Ile:
¶And teach them that the Scythian Emperour
470Leads fortune tied in a chain of gold,
¶Constraining her to yield unto his will,
¶And grace him with their Regal diadem:
¶Which I will have, maugre their treble hosts,
¶And all the power their pettie Kings can make.
¶Grant us the honour of the victory,
¶As hitherto she alwayes favour'd us,
¶Right noble father, we will rule the land,
480 That Locrine and his brethren all may know,
¶And yield to us the coronet of bays,
¶That decketh none but noble conquerours:
¶How liketh she the temperature thereof?
¶Are they not pleasant in her gracious eyes?
¶And overspread with party-coloured flowers,
490Do yield sweet contentation to my mind,
¶The aerie hills enclos'd with shadie groves,
¶The birds resounding heavenly melodie,
495Where Phœbus with the learned Ladies nine,
¶And from the moisture of the mountain tops,
¶And water all the ground with chrystal waves,
¶Moving the pittering leaves of Silvane's woods,
¶Do equall it with Tempe's paradice,
¶And thus comforted all to one effect,
¶Do make me think these are the happy Iles,
505 Most fortunate, if Humber may them win.
¶And courage follows with emboldened pace,
¶Fortune can never use her tyranny;
510That standeth on the waves of Ocean,
¶Which though the billows beat one every side,
¶Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamour,
¶Yet it remaineth still unmoveable.
¶But worthy Segar, what uncouth novelties
¶Stout Albanact, with millions of men,
520Approacheth nigh, and meaneth e're the morn,
¶To try your force by dint of fatal sword.
¶He shall find entertainment good enough,
¶Yea fit for those that are our enemies:
525For we'll receive them at the lances points,
¶Yea though they were in number infinite,
¶More then the mighty Babylonian Queen,
¶Semiramis the ruler of West,
530 Brought 'gainst the Emperour of the Scythians,
¶Yet would we not start back one foot from them:
¶That they might know we are invincible.
¶And the immortal gods that live therein,
535When as the morning shews his chearfull face,
¶And Lucifer mounted upon his steed,
¶Brings in the chariot of the golden sun,
¶I'le meet young Albanact in the open field,
¶And crack my launce upon his burganet,
¶As when the warlike Queen of Amazon,
545Penthesilea armed with her launce,
¶Coopt up the faint-heart Grecians in the camp.
¶Nay, like a Prince that seeks his father's joy.
550Therefore to morrow ere fair Titan shine,
¶Expells the liquid sleep from out mens eyes,
¶The left wing shall be under Segar's charge,
¶And lovely Estrild fair and gracious,
¶If fortune favour me in mine attempts,
¶Thou shalt be Queen of lovely Albion.
¶Fortune shall favour me in mine attempts,
560And make thee Queen of lovely Albion.
¶Come let us in and muster up our train,
¶That they may be a bulwark to our state,
¶And bring our wished joyes to perfect end.
Exeunt.
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Scena Tertia.
¶
Enter Strumbo, Dorothy, Trompart, cobling shooes, and
¶ singing.
¶Trom. We Coblers lead a merry life:
¶All. Dan, dan, dan, dan:
¶All. Dan diddle dan.
¶All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.
¶Strum. And yet our gains be much withall:
575All. Dan diddle dan.
¶All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.
¶Trom. No occupation may compare:
¶All. Dan diddle dan.
¶ Dan, dan, dan, dan.
¶ Dan diddle dan.
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