1180Strum. I but hear you, goodman Oliver? it will not

1181be for my ease to have my head broken every day, therefore

1182remedy this, and we shall agree.

1183Oli. Well, Zon, well, for you are my Zon now, all

1184shall be remedied, Daughter be friends with him.

1186Strum. You are a sweet Nut, the Devil crack you.

1187Masters, I think it be my luck, my first wife was a loving

1188quiet wench, but this I think would weary the Devil. I

1189would she might be burnt as my other Wife was; if not,

1190I must run to the Halter for help. O Codpiece, thou hast

1191undone thy Master, this it is to be medling with warm

1192plackets.

1197Loc. Now am I guarded with an hoast of men,

1198Whose haughty courage is invincible;

1199Now am I hemm'd with troups of Souldiers,

1200Such as might force Bellona to retire,

1201And make her tremble at their puissance;

1202Now sit I like the mighty god of warre,

1203When armed with his Coat of Adamant,

1204Mounted his Chariot drawn with mighty Bulls,

1205He drove the Argives over Xanthus streames.

1206Now, cursed Humber, doth thy end draw nigh,

1207Down goes the glory of his victories,

1208And all his fame, and all his high renown,

1209Shall in a moment yield to Locrine's sword:

1210Thy bragging banners crost with argent streames,

1211The ornaments of thy pavillions,

1212Shall all be captivated with this hand,

1213And thou thy self at Albanactus Tombe

1214Shalt offered be, in satisfaction

1215Of all the wrongs thou didst him when he liv'd.

1216But canst thou tell me, brave Thrasimachus,

1217How far we are distant from Humbers camp?

1218Thra. My Lord, within your foule accursed Grove

1219That beares the tokens of our overthrow,

1220This Humber hath intrencht his damned camp.

1221 March on, my Lord, because I long to see

1222The treacherous Scythians squeltring in their gore.

1223Locri. Sweet fortune, favour Locrine with a smile,

1224That I may venge my noble Brothers death,

1225And in the midst of stately Troimovant,

1226I'le build a Temple to thy deitie

1227Of perfect marble, and of Jacinth stones,

1228That it shall passe the high Pyramides,

1229Which with their top surmount the firmament.

1231Stout Hercules Alcmenas, mighty Son,

1232That tam'd the monsters of the three-fold world,

1233And rid the oppressed from the tyrants yokes,

1234Did never shew such valiantnesse in fight,

1235As I will now for noble Albanact.

1236Cori. Full fourscore yeares hath Corineius liv'd,

1237Sometime in warre, sometime in quiet peace,

1238And yet I feel my self to be as strong

1239As erst I was in summer of mine age,

1240Able to tosse this great unweildy Club,

1241Which hath been painted with my foe-mens brains:

1242And with this Club I'le break the strong array

1243Of Humber and his stragling Souldiers,

1244Or loose my life amongst the thickest presse,

1245And die with honour in my latest dayes:

1246 Yet ere I die they all shall understand,

1247What force lies in stout Corineius hand.

1248Thra. And if Thrasimachus detract the fight,

1249Either for weaknesse or for cowardise,

1250Let him not boast that Brutus was his Eame,

1251Or that brave Corineius was his Sire.

1252Loc. Then courage, Souldiers, first for your safety.

1256Cori. Art thou that Humber, Prince of Fugitives,

1257That by thy treason slew'st young Albanact?

1258Hub. I am his Son that slew young Albanact,

1259And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian,

1260I'le send thy soule unto the Stigian lake,

1261There to complain of Humber's injuries.

1262Cori. You triumph, sir, before the victory,

1263For Corineius is not so soon slain.

1264But, cursed Scythians, you shall rue the day,

1265That e're you came into Albania.

1266So perish they that envy Britains wealth,

1267So let them die with endlesse infamy,

1268And he that seeks his Soveraigns overthrow,

1269Would this my Club might aggravate his woe.

1272Hum. Where may I find some desart wildernesse,

1273Where I may breathe out curses as I would,

1274And scare the earth with my condemning voyce,

1275 Where every ecchoes repercussion

1276May help me to bewaile mine overthrow,

1277And aid me in my sorrowfull laments?

1278Where may I find some hollow uncoth rock,

1279Where I may damn, condemn, and ban my fill?

1280The heavens, the hell, the earth, the aire, the fire,

1281And utter curses to the concave skie,

1282Which may infect the aiery regions,

1283And light upon the Britain Locrine's head.

1284You ugly sprites that in Cocitus mourn,

1285And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments,

1286You fearfull dogs that in black Laethe howle,

1287And scare the Ghosts with your wide open throats,

1288You ugly Ghosts that flying from these dogs,

1289Do plunge your selves in Puryflegiton,

1290Come all of you, and with your shrieking notes

1291Accompany the Britains conquering hoast.

1292Come fierce Erinnis, horrible with Snakes,

1293Come ugly Furies, armed with your whips,

1294You threefold judges of black Tartarus,

1295And all the army of you hellish fiends,

1296With new found torments rack proud Locrine's bones.

1297O gods and starres, damn'd be the gods and starres,

1298That did not drown me in fair Thetis plains.

1299Curst be the sea that with outragious waves,

1300 With surging billowes did not rive my ships

1301Against the rocks of high Cerannia,

1302Or swallowed me into her watry gulf.