The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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The Tragedy of Locrine.
585 Dan: dan: dan: dan:
¶ Dan diddle dan.
¶Dor. This is our meat, this is our food:
¶ Dan: dan: dan: dan:
590Trum. This brings us to a merry mood:
¶ Dan diddle dan.
¶Strum. This makes us work for company:
¶ Dan, dan, dan, dan:
¶Dor. To pull the Tankards cheerfully:
595 Dan diddle dan.
¶ Dan, dan, dan, dan:
¶Dor. Why then my Strumbo there's to thee:
¶ Dan diddle dan:
¶ Dan, dan, dan, dan.
¶Dor. When that is gone, we'll fill't again:
¶ Dan diddle dan.
¶He'll turn his note and sing another tune,
¶Ho, by your leave Master Cobler.
¶Strum. You are welcome gentleman, what will you
¶clouted, I will do them as well as any Cobler in Cathnes
¶whatsoever?
¶
Captain shewing him press-money.
¶ O Master Cobler, you are far deceived in me, for
¶King's cause.
¶our King Albanact, to appear to morrow in the town-
625house of Cathnes.
¶Strum. King Nactabell, I cry God mercy, what have
630shoulders, and teach you to come hither with your im-
¶plements.
¶Cap. I pray thee good fellow be content, I do the Kings
¶command.
¶Strum. Put me out of your book then.
635Cap. I may not.
¶
Srumbo Snatching up a staff.
¶blew hood and halidom, I will have about with you.
¶
Fight both.
640
Enter Thrasimachus.
¶How now, my Captain and the Cobler so hard at it?
¶Sirs what is your quarrel?
645Thra. Here good fellow, take it at my command,
650Look you be at the common house to morrow.
¶
Exit Thrasimachus and the Captain.
¶been quiet, I had not been prest, and therefore well
655the warrs.
Exeunt.
¶
Scena Quarta.
¶
Enter Albanact, Debon. Thrasimachus,
¶and the Lords.
¶Alb. Brave Cavaliers, Princes of Albany,
¶Were bathed in our enemies lukewarme bloud,
¶Now is the time to manifest your wills,
¶Your haughty minds and resolutions,
665Now opportunity is offred
¶To try your courage and your earnest zeal,
¶Which you alwayes protest to Albanact,
¶For at this time, yea at this present time,
¶Stout fugitives come from the Scithians bounds
670Have pestred every place with mutinies:
¶Till all the rivers stained with their bloud,
¶Shall fully shew their fatal overthrow.
¶And imitate your aged father's steps.
680What order keep they in their marshalling?
¶We did behold the stragling Scithians Camp,
¶ Repleat with men, stor'd with munition;
¶There might we see the valiant minded Knights
685Fetching carriers along the spacious plains,
¶Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blew,
¶Went to behold the pleasant flowring fields;
¶Hector and Troilus, Priamus lovely sons,
690Chasing the Grecians over Simoeis,
¶Were not to be compared to these two Knights.
¶The portraiture of Humber and his son;
¶As fortunate as was Policrates,
¶Or boast of ought but of our clemencie.
¶
Enter Strumbo and Trompart crying often;
¶Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, &c.
¶Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.
¶Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.
705Or with my Lance, I will prick your bowels out.
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Strum.
