1652Should he enjoy the ayres fruition?

1653Should he enjoy the benefit of life?

1654Should he contemplate the radiant sun,

1655That makes my life equall to dreadfull death?

1656Venus convey this monster fro the earth,

1657That disobeyeth thus thy sacred hests.

1658Cupid convey this monster to dark hell,

1659That disannulls thy mothers sugred lawes.

1660Mars with thy target all beset with flames,

1661With murthering blade bereave him of his life,

1662That hindreth Locrine in his sweetest joyes.

1663And yet for all his diligent aspect,

1664His wrathfull eyes piercing like Linces eyes,

1665Well have I overmatcht his subtiltie.

1666Nigh Deucolitum by the pleasant Lee,

1667Where brackish Thamis slides with silver streams,

1668Making a breach into the grassie downes,

1669A curious arch of costly marble fraught,

1670Hath Locrine framed underneath the ground,

1671The walls whereof, garnisht with diamonds,

1672 With ophirs, rubies, glistering emeralds,

1673And interlac't with sun-bright carbuncles,

1674Lightens the room with artificial day,

1675And from the Lee with water-flowing pipes

1676The moisture is deriv'd into this arch,

1677Where I have plac'd fair Estrild secretly;

1678Thither eftsoons accompanied with my page,

1679I covertly visit my hearts desire,

1680Without suspition of the meanest eye,

1681For love aboundeth still with policie:

1682And thither still means Locrine to repair,

1686Hum. O vita misero longa, foelici brevis!

1687 Eheu malorum fames extremum malum.

1688Long have I lived in this desart cave,

1689With eating hawes and miserable roots,

1690Devouring leaves and beastly excrements.

1691Caves were my beds, and stones my pillow-beres,

1692Fear was my sleep, and horrour was my dream;

1693For still me thought at every boisterous blast,

1694Now Locrine comes, now Humber thou must dye;

1695So that for fear and hunger, Humber's mind

1696Can never rest, but alwayes trembling stands.

1697O what Danubius now may quench my thirst?

1698What Euphrates, what light-foot Euripus

1699May now allay the fury of that heat,

1700Which raging in my entrails eats me up?

1701You ghastly devils of the ninefold Styx,

1702You damned ghosts of joyless Acheron,

1703You mournfull soules, vext in Abyssus vaults,

1704You coal-black devils of Avernus pond,

1705Come with your flesh-hooks, rend my famisht armes,

1706These armes that have sustain'd their masters life;

1707Come with your razours rip my bowels up,

1708With your sharp fire-forks crack my starved bones.

1709Use me as you will, so Humber may not live.

1710 Accursed gods that rule the starrie poles,

1711Accursed Jove king of the accursed gods,

1712Cast down your lightning on poor Humber's head,

1713That I may leave this deathfull like life of mine:

1714What hear you not, and shall not Humber dye?

1715Nay I will dye though all the gods say nay.

1716And gentle Aby take my troubled corps,

1717Take it and keep it from all mortal eyes,

1718That none may say when I have lost my breath,

1719The very flouds conspir'd 'gainst Humber's death.

1722En caedem sequitur, caedes in caede quiesco.

1723Humber is dead, joy heavens, leap earth, dance trees;

1724Now may'st thou reach thy apples Tantalus,

1725And withem feed thy hunger-bitten limmes:

1726Now Sysiphus leave the tumbling of thy rock,

1727And rest thy restless bones upon the same;

1728Unbind Ixion, cruel Rhadamanth,

1729And lay proud Humber on the whirling wheel.

1730Back will I post to hell mouth Taenarus,

1731And pass Cocytus, to the Elysian fields,

1738Ate.Non tam Trinacriis exaestuat AEtna cavernis,

1739Laesae furtivo quam cor mulieris amore.

1740Medea seeing Jason leave her love,

1741And choose the daughter of the Theban King,

1742Went to her devillish charms to work revenge;

1743And raising up the triple Hecate,

1744With all the rout of the condemned fiends,

1745Framed a garland by her magick skill,

1746With which she wrought Jason and Creon's ill.

1747So Guendoline seeing her self misus'd,

1748And Humber's paramour possesse her place,

1749Flies to the Dukedome of Cornubia,

1750And with her brother stout Thrasimachus,

1751Gathering a power of Cornish souldiers,

1752Gives battel to her husband and his host,

1753Nigh to the river of great Mertia:

1754The chances of this dismal massacre,

1758Assa. But tell me, Cousin, dyed my Brother so?

1759Now who is left to hapless Albion,

1760That as a pillar might uphold our state,

1761That might strike terrour to our daring foes?

1762Now who is left to hapless Britanie,