1303Would God he had arriv'd upon the shore

1304Where Poliphemus and the Cyclops dwell,

1305Or where the bloody Anthropomphagie

1306With greedy jawes devoures the wandring wights,

1308But why comes Albanact's bloody Ghost,

1309To bring a corsive to our miseries!

1310Is't not enough to suffer shamefull flight,

1311But we must be tormented now with Ghosts?

1312With apparitions fearfull to behold?

1313Ghost. Revenge, revenge for blood.

1314Hum. So nought will satisfie your wandring Ghost,

1315But dire revenge, nothing but Humber's fall,

1316Because he conquered you in Albany.

1317Now by my soule, Humber would be condemn'd

1318To Tantals hunger, or Ixions Wheele,

1319Or to the vulture of Promotheus,

1320Rather then that this murther were undone.

1321When as I I die I'le drag thy cursed Ghost

1322Through all the Rivers of foule Erebus,

1323Through burning sulphur of the Limbo-lake,

1324To allay the burning fury of that heat,

1325That rageth in mine everlasting soule.

1327Alba. Ghost. Vindicta, vindicta.

1337Stout Hercules the mirrour of the world,

1338Son to Alcmena and great Jupiter,

1339After so many conquests won in field,

1340After so many Monsters quell'd by force,

1341Yielded his valiant heart to Omphale,

1342A fearfull woman void of manly strength,

1343She took the Club, and wore the Lyons skin.

1344He took the Wheele, and maidenly gan spin

1345So martiall Locrine cheer'd with victory,

1346Falleth in love with Humber's Concubine,

1347And so forgetteth peerlesse Guendoline.

1348His Unckle Corineius stormes at this,

1349And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue,

1350Loe here the summe, the processe doth ensue.

1354Loc. Thus from the fury of Bellona's broiles,

1355With sound of Drumme and Trumpets melody,

1356The Britain King returns triumphantly,

1357The Scythians slain with great occision,

1358Doe equallize the grasse in multitude,

1359And with their blood have stain'd the streaming brooks,

1360Offering their bodies and their dearest blood

1361As sacrifice to Albanactus Ghost,

1362Now cursed Humber hast thou paid thy due,

1363For thy deceits and crafty treacheries,

1364For all thy guiles, and damned stratagems,

1365With losse of life, and everduring shame.

1366Where are thy Horses trapt with burnisht gold,

1367Thy trampling Coursers rul'd with foaming bits?

1368Where are thy soldiers strong and numberlesse,?

1369Thy valiant Captains, and thy noble Peers?

1370Even as the Country Clownes with sharpest Scythes,

1371Doe mow the withered grasse from off the earth,

1372Or as the Ploughman with his piercing share

1373Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields,

1374And rippeth up the roots with Razors keen.

1375So Locrine with his mighty curtle-axe,

1376Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Hunnes,

1377So Locrine's Peers have daunted all thy Peeres,

1378 And drove thine hoast unto confusion,

1379That thou maist suffer penance for thy fault,

1380And die for murdring valiant Albanact.

1381Cori. And thus, yea thus, shall all the rest be serv'd,

1382That seek to enter Albion 'gainst our wills.

1383If the brave Nation of the Troglodites,

1384If all the Cole-black AEthiopians,

1385If all the forces of the Amazons,

1386If all the hoasts of the Barbarian lands,

1387Should dare to enter this our little world,

1388Soon should they rue their overbold attempts,

1389That after us our progeny may say,

1390There lie the beasts that sought to usurp our Land.

1391Loc. I, they are beasts that seek to usurp our Land,

1392And like to bruitish beasts they shall be serv'd.

1393For mighty Jove, the supream King of heaven,

1394That guides the concourse of the Meteors,

1395And rules the motion of the azure skie,

1396Fights alwayes for the Britains safety.

1397But stay, me thinks I hear some shrieking noyse,

1398That draweth near to our pavillion.

1401Doth sway the Regall Scepter in his hand:

1402And thinks no chance can ever throw him down,

1403Or that his state shall everlasting stand,

1404 Let him behold poor Estrild in this plight,

1405The perfect platform of a troubled wight.

1406Once was I guarded with mavortiall bands,

1407Compact with Princes of the noble blood,

1408Now am I faln into my foemens hands,