1763That might defend her from the barbarous hands

1764Of those that still desire her ruinous fall,

1765And seek to work her downfall and decay.

1766Cam. I Uncle, death is our common enemy,

1767And none but death can match our matchlesse power,

1768Witnesse the fall of Albioneus crew,

1769Witnesse the fall of Humber and his Hunnes,

1770And this foul death hath now increas'd our woe,

1771By taking Corineus from this life,

1772And in his room leaving us worlds of care.

1773Thra. But none may more bewaile his mournfull hearse,

1774Then I that am the issue of his loins,

1775Now foul befall that cursed Humber's throat,

1776That was the causer of his lingring wound.

1777Loc. Tears cannot raise him from the dead again,

1778But where's my Lady Mistris Guendoline?

1779Thra. In Cornwall, Locrine, is my sister now,

1780Providing for my Father's funeral.

1781Loc. And let her there provide her mourning weeds,

1782 And mourn for ever her own widdow-hood:

1783Ne're shall she come within our Palace gate,

1784To countercheck brave Locrine in his love.

1785Go, boy, to Deucolitum, down the Lee,

1786Unto the arch where lovely Estrild lies,

1787Bring her and Sabren straight unto the Court,

1788She shall be Queen in Guendolinaes room.

1789Let others waile for Corineus death,

1790I mean not so to macerate my mind,

1791For him that barr'd me from my hearts desire.

1792Thra. Hath Locrine then forsook his Guendoline?

1793Is Corineus death so soon forgot?

1794If there be gods in heaven, as sure there be,

1795If there be fiends in hell, as needs there must,

1796They will revenge this thy notorious wrong,

1797Ande pour their plagues upon thy cursed head.

1798Loc. What, prat'st thou, pesant, to thy Soveraigne?

1799Or art thou strucken in some extasie?

1800Do'st thou not tremble at our royal looks?

1801Do'st thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns?

1802Thou beardlesse boy, were't not that Locrine scorns

1803To vex his mind with such a heartlesse child,

1804With the sharp point of this my battel-axe,

1805I'de send thy soul to Puryflegiton.

1806Thra. Though I be young and of a tender age,

1807 Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares.

1808My noble father with his conquering sword,

1809Slew the two gyants Kings of Aquitain.

1810Thrasimachus is not so degenerate,

1811That he should fear and tremble at the looks

1812Or taunting words of a venerian squire.

1813Loc. Menacest thou thy royal Soveraign?

1814Ucivil, not beseeming such as you.

1815Injurious traitor (for he is no lesse

1816That at defiance standeth with his King)

1817Leave these thy taunts, leave these thy bragging words,

1818Unlesse thou mean'st to leave thy wretched life.

1819Thra. If Princes stain their glorious dignitie

1820With ugly spots of monstrous infamie,

1821They leese their former estimation,

1822And throw themselves into a hell of hate.

1823Loc. Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience,

1824As though thou did'st our high displeasure scorne?

1825Proud boy, that thou mast know thy Prince is mov'd,

1826Yea, greatly mov'd at this thy swelling pride,

1827We banish thee for ever from our Court.

1828Thra. Then, losell Locrine, look unto thy self,

1830Loc. Farewell, proud boy, and learn to use thy tongue.

1831Assa. Alas, my Lord, you should have call'd to mind

1832 The latest words that Brutus spake to you,

1833How he desir'd you, by the obedience

1834That children ought to bear their sire,

1835To love and favour Lady Guendoline:

1836Consider this, that if the injurie

1837Do move her mind, as certainly it will,

1838War and dissention follows speedily.

1839What though her power be not so great as yours,

1840Have you not seen a mighty Elephant

1841Slain by the biting of a silly Mouse?

1842Even so the chance of war inconstant is.

1843Loc. Peace Uncle, peace, and cease to talk hereof,

1844For he that seeks by whispering this or that,

1845To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life,

1846Let him perswade himself to die the death.

1848Estr. O say me, Page? tell me, where is the King?

1849Wherefore doth he send for me to the Court?

1850Is it to die? is it to end my life?

1851Say me, sweet boy? tell me and do not fain.

1852Page. No, trust me, Madam, if you will credit the

1853little honestie that is yet left me, there is no such dan-

1854ger as you fear, but prepare your self, yonder's the

1855King.

1856Estr. Then, Estrild, lift thy dazled spirits up,

1857And blesse that blessed time, that day, that hour,

1858 That warlike Locrine first did favour thee.

1859Peace to the King of Britany, my Love,

1860Peace to all those that love and favour him.

1862Doth Estrild fall with such submission

1863Before her servant King of Albion?

1864Arise, fair Lady, leave this lowly chear,

1865Lift up those looks that cherish Locrine's heart,

1866That I may freely view that roseal face,

1867Which so intangled hath my love-sick brest.

1868Now to the Court, where we will court it out,

1869And passe the night and day in Venus sports.

1873Guen. You gentle winds that with your modest blasts,

1874Passe through the circuit of the heavenly vault,

1875Enter the clouds unto the throne of Jove,

1876And bear my prayers to his all-hearing ears,

1877For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline,

1878And learnt to love proud Humbers concubine.

1879You happy sprites that in the concave skie

1880With pleasant joy, enjoy your sweetest love,

1881Shed forth those tears with me, which then you shed,

1882When first you woo'd your Ladies to your wills:

1883Those tears are fittest for my wofull case,

1884Since Locrine shuns my nothing pleasant face.

1885Blush Heavens, blush Sun, and hide thy shining beams,

1886Shadow thy radiant locks in gloomy clouds,