Authors: Anonymous, William ShakespeareNot Peer Reviewed
The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
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> 2136All mercy from mine adamantive bre
sts.
2137Thra. Nor doth thy hu
sband, lovely
Guendoline,
2138That wonted was to guide our
staile
sse
steps,
2139 Enjoy this light;
see where he murdred lies:
2140By luckle
sse lot and froward frowning fate,
2141And by him lies his lovely paramour
2142Fair
Estrild goared with a di
smal
sword,
2143And as it
seems, both murdred by them
selves,
2144Cla
sping each other in their feebled armes,
2145With loving zeal, as if for company
2146Their uncontented corps were yet content
2147To pa
sse foul
Stix in
Charon's ferry-boat.
2148Guen. And hath proud
Estrild then prevented me,
2149Hath
she e
scaped
Guendolina's wrath,
2150Violently by cutting o
ff her life?
2151Would God
she had the mon
strous
Hidra's lives,
2152That every hour
she might have died a death
2153Wor
se then the
swing of old
Ixions wheel,
2154And every hour revive to die again,
2155As
Titius bound to hou
sles
Caucason,
2156Doth feed the
sub
stance of his own mi
shap,
2157And every day for want of food doth die,
2158And every night doth live again to die.
2159But
stay, me thinks I hear
some fainting voice,
2160Mournfully weeping for their luckle
sse death.
2161Sa. You mountain nimphs which in the
se de
sarts raign,
2162Cea
se o
ff your ha
sty cha
se of
savage bea
sts,
2163Prepare to
see a heart oppre
st with care,
2164 Addre
sse your ears to hear a mournfull
stile,
2165No humane
strength, no work can work my weal,
2166Care in my heart
so tyrant like doth deal.
2167You
Driades and lightfoot
Satiri,
2168You gracious Fairies which at evening tide,
2169Your clo
sets leave with heavenly beauty
stor'd,
2170And on your
shoulders
spread your golden locks,
2171You
savage bears in Caves and darkned Denns,
2172Come wail with me the martial
Locrine's death.
2173Come mourn with me, for beateous
Estrilds death.
2174Ah loving parents little do you know,
2175What
sorrow
Sabren su
ffers for your thrall.
2176Guen. But may this be, and is it po
ssible,
2177Lives
Sabren yet to expiate my wrath?
2178Fortune I thank thee for this curte
sie,
2179And let me never
see one pro
sperous hour,
2180If
Sabren die not a reproachfull death.
2181Sa. Hard hearted death, that when the wretched call.
2182Art farthe
st o
ff, and
seldome hear'
st at all.
2183But in the mid'
st of fortunes good
succe
sse,
2184Uncalled comes, and
sheers our life in twain:
2185When will that hour, that ble
ssed hour draw nigh,
2186When poor di
stre
ssed
Sabren may be gone.
2187Sweet
Atropos cut o
ff my fatal thred.
2188What art thou death,
shall not poor
Sabren die?
2189Guendoline taking her by the chin, shall say thus. 2190Guen. Yes dam
sel, yes,
Sabren shall
surely die,
2191Though all the world
should
seek to
save her life,
2192And not a common death
shall
Sabren die,
2193But after
strange and grievous puni
shments,
2194Shortly in
fli
cted upon thy ba
stards head,
2195Thou
shalt be ca
st into the cur
sed
streams,
2196And feed the
fishes with thy tender
fle
sh.
2197Sab. And think'
st thou then, thou cruel homicid,
2198That the
se thy deeds
shall be unpuni
shed?
2199No traitor, no, the gods will venge the
se wrongs,
2200The
fiends of hell will mark the
se injuries.
2201Never
shall the
se bloud-
sucking ma
sty currs,
2202Bring wretched
Sabren to her late
st home.
2203For I my
self in
spite of thee and thine,
2204Mean to abridge my former de
stinies,
2205And that which
Locrine's sword could not perform,
2206This pre
sent
streame
shall pre
sent bring to pa
sse.
2207She drowneth her self. 2208Guen. One michief follows anothers neck,
2209Who would have thought
so young a maid as
she
2210With
such a courage would have
sought her death.
2211And for becau
se this River was the place
2212Where little
Sabren re
solutely died,
2213Sabren for ever
shall this
same be call'd.
2214And as for
Locrine our decea
sed
spou
se,
2215Becau
se he was the
son of mighty
Brute,
2216 To whom we owe our country, lives and goods,
2217He
shall be buried in a
stately tombe,
2218Clo
se by his aged father
Brutus bones,
2219With
such great pomp and great
solemnity,
2220As well be
seems
so b ave a Prince as he.
2221Let
Estrild lie without the
shallow vaults,
2222Without the honour due unto the dead,
2223Becau
se
she was the authour of this War.
2224Retire brave followers unto
Troynovant,
2225Where we will celebrate the
se exequies,
2226And place young
Locrine in his father's Tombe.
2228Atey. Lo here the end of lawle
sse treachery,
2229Of U
surpation and ambitious pride,
2230And they that for their private amours dare
2231Turmoile our land, and
set their broils abroach,
2232Let them be warned by the
se premi
sses,
2233And as a woman was the onely cau
se
2234That civil di
scord was then
stirred up,
2235So let us pray for that renowned maid,
2236That eight and thirty years the Scepter
sway'd
2237In quiet peace and
sweet felicitie,
2238And every wight that
seeks her graces
smart,
2239Would that this
sword were pierced in his heart.
Exit.
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