The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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Scena Quinta.
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Enter the Ghost of Corineus, with thunder & lightning.
¶Prejudicating Locrine's overthrow:
¶The great foundation of the triple world
1955Trembleth and quaketh with a mighty noise,
¶The wandring birds that flutter in the dark,
1960With sable mantles covering all the earth,
¶Now flies abroad amid the cheerfull day,
¶The snarling curres of darkned Tartarus,
¶Sent from Avernus ponds by Radamanth,
1965With howling ditties pester every wood;
¶The watrie Ladies and the lightfoot Fawns,
¶And all the rabble of the woodie Nymphs,
1970The boysterous Boreas thundreth forth revenge:
¶The thornie bush pronounceth dire revenge.
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Sound the alarme.
1975 And feed thy soul with Locrine's overthrow,
¶Behold they come, the Trumpets call them forth:
¶Loe where their army glistereth on the plains.
¶Throw forth thy lightning, mighty Jupiter,
1980And pour thy plagues on cursed Locrine's head.
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Stand aside.
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Enter Locrine, Estrild, Assaracus, Habren and their
¶Is Guendoline come from Cornubia,
¶That thus she braveth Locrine to the teeth?
¶And hast thou found thine armour, pretty boy,
1990Believe me but this enterprise was bold,
¶And well deserveth commendation.
¶Guen. I Locrine, trairerous Locrine, we are come,
¶With full pretence to seek thine overthrow:
¶Have I been disobedient to thy words?
¶Have I bewray'd thy arcane secrecie?
¶Have I dishonoured thy marriage bed
¶Thy filthy mind orecome with filthy lusts,
¶Yieldeth unto affections filthy darts.
¶Forgetting father, uncle, and thy self.
¶How finely frames she her oration.
2010Thra. Locrine we came not here to fight with words,
¶Words that can never win the victory,
¶But for you are so merry in your frumps,
¶That we may see who hath the better hand.
¶Think'st thou to fear me with thy taunting braves,
¶Or do we seem too weak to cope with thee?
2020Seal thee an acquittance for thy bold attempts.
Exeunt.
