The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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Scena Octava.
910
Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Thrassier, Estrild,
¶and the Souldiers
.
¶Thundring alarmes, and Rhamnusia's Drum
¶We are retired with joyfull victory,
¶And are a prey for every ravenous bird.
¶So perish they that love not Humber's weale.
920And mighty Jove, Commander of the world,
¶Protect my love from all false treacheries.
¶But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry
¶Declar'd against the men of Albany,
925Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay,
¶As a reward for this thy forward minde.
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Set it on his head.
¶Hub. This unexpected honour, noble Sire,
¶Will prick my courage unto braver deeds,
¶Carouse whole cups of Amazonian Wine,
¶Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrosia,
¶With goblets crown'd with Semeleius gifts,
¶That clearly glide along the Champane fields,
940Sound Drums and Trumpets, sound up cheerfully,
¶Sith we return with joy and victory.
