The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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Scena Quinta.
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Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Trussier, and
¶their Soldiers
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¶As many Launciers, and light-armed Knights,
¶And place them in the Grove of Calcedon,
760Retire thou from the shelters of the wood,
¶And set upon the weakned Trojans backs,
¶For policy joyned with Chivalry,
¶Can never be put back from victory.
Exeunt.
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Enter Albanact, Clownes with him.
¶As once to menace warlike Albanact?
¶The great Commander of these Regions,
¶And rue too late thy over-bold attempts,
770For with this Sword, this Instrument of death,
¶That hath been drenched in my Foe-mens blood,
¶I'le separate thy body from thy head,
¶And set that Coward blood of thine abroach.
775I'le crack thy Cockscombe, paltry Scythian.
¶Hum. Nor wreak I of thy threats, thou princox boy,
¶And but thou better use thy bragging blade,
¶Then thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue,
¶The force of Humber and his Scythians.
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Let them fight.
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Humber and his Soldiers run in.
¶Strum. O horrible, terrible.
