2006Forgetting father, uncle, and thy self.

2007Estr. Believe me Locrine, but the girle is wise,

2008And well would seem to make a vestal Nun,

2009How finely frames she her oration.

2010Thra. Locrine we came not here to fight with words,

2011Words that can never win the victory,

2012But for you are so merry in your frumps,

2013Unsheath your swords, and trie it out by force,

2014That we may see who hath the better hand.

2015Locr. Think'st thou to dare me, bold Thrasimacus?

2016Think'st thou to fear me with thy taunting braves,

2017Or do we seem too weak to cope with thee?

2018Soon shall I shew thee my fine cutting blade,

2019And with my sword, the messenger of death,

2026Locr. O fair Estrilda, we have lost the field,

2027Thrasimachus hath won the victory,

2028And we are left to be a laughing stock,

2029Scoft at by those that are our enemies,

2030Ten thousand souldiers arm'd with sword and shield,

2031Prevail against an hundred thousand men,

2032Thrasimachus incest with fuming ire,

2033Rageth among'st the faint-heart souldiers

2034 Like to grim Mars, when covered with his targe

2035He fought with Diomedes in the field,

2037O lovely Estrild now the chase begins,

2038Ne're shall we see the stately Troynovant

2039Mounted with coursers garnisht all with pearles

2040Ne're shall we view the fair Concordia,

2041Unlesse as captives we be thither brought.

2042Shall Locrine then be taken prisoner,

2043By such a youngling as Thrasimachus?

2044Shall Guendoline captivate my love?

2045Ne're shall mine eyes behold that dismal hour,

2046Ne're will I view that ruthfull spectacle,

2047For with my sword, this sharp curtle axe,

2048I'le cut in sunder my accursed heart.

2049But O you judges of the ninefold Stix,

2050Which with incessant torments rack the ghosts

2051Within the bottomlesse Abyssus pits,

2052You gods, commanders of the heavenly spheers,

2053Whose will and laws irrevocable stands,

2054Forgive, forgive, this foul accursed sin,

2055Forget O gods, this foul condemned fault:

2057Hast sav'd the life of Brutus and his son,

2058End now his life that wisheth still for death,

2059Work now his death that wisheth still for death,

2060Work now his death that hateth still his life.

2061Farewell fair Estrild, beauties paragon,

2062Fram'd in the front of forlorn miseries,

2063Ne're shall mine eyes behold thy sun-shine eyes,

2064But when we meet in the Elysian fields,

2065Thither I go before with hastened pace.

2066Farewell vain world, and thy inticing snares.

2067Farewell foul sin, and thy inticing pleasures.

2068 And welcome death, the end of mortal smart,

2069 Welcome to Locrine's over-burthened heart.

2071Estr. Break heart with sobs and grievous suspirs,

2072Stream forth you tears from forth my watry eyes,

2073Help me to mourn for warlike Locrine's death,

2074Pour down your tears you watry regions,

2075For mighty Locrine is bereft of life.

2076O fickle fortune, O unstable world,

2077What else are all things, that this globe contains,

2078But a confused chaos of mishaps?

2079Wherein as in a glasse we plainly see,

2080That all our life is but a Tragedie.

2081Since mighty Kings are subject to mishap,

2082I, mighty Kings are subject to mishap,

2083Since martial Locrine is bereft of life,

2084Shall Estrild live then after Locrine's death?

2085 Shall love of life bar her from Locrine's sword?

2086O no, this sword that hath bereft his life,

2087Shall now deprive me of my fleeting soul:

2088Strengthen these hands O mighty Jupiter,

2089That I may end my wofull miserie,

2092Sab. What dolefull sight, what ruthfull spectacle

2093Hath fortune offred to my haplesse heart?

2094My father slain with such a fatal sword,

2095My mother murthred by a mortal wound?

2096What Thracian dog, what barbarous Mirmidon,

2097Would not relent at such a ruthfull case?

2098What fierce Achilles, what hard stony flint,

2099Would not bemone this mournfull Tragedie?

2100Locrine, the map of magnanimitie,

2101Lies slaughtered in his foul accursed cave,

2102Estrild, the perfect pattern of renown,

2103Natures sole wonder, in whose beauteous brests,

2104All heavenly grace and vertue was inshrind,

2105Both massacred are dead within this cave,

2106And with them dies fair Pallas and sweet love.

2107Here lies a sword, and Sabren hath a heart,

2108This blessed sword shall cut my cursed heart,

2109And bring my soul unto my parents ghosts,

2110That they that live and view our Tragedy,

2111 May mourn our case with mournfull plaudities.

2113Ay me, my virgins hands are too too weak,

2114To penetrate the bullwarke of my brest,

2115My fingers us'd to tune the amorous Lute,

2116Are not of force to hold this steely glain,

2117So I am left to waile my parents death,

2118Not able for to work my proper death.

2119Ah Locrine, honour'd for thy noblenesse.

2120Ah Estrild, famous for thy constancie.

2121Ill may they fare that wrought your mortal ends.

2124Guen. Search souldiers search, find Locrine & his Love,

2125Find the proud strumpet, Humber's concubine,

2126That I may change those her so pleasing looks,

2127To pale and ignominious aspect.

2128Find me the issue of their cursed love,

2129Find me young Sabren, Locrine's only joy,

2130That I may glut my mind with lukewarme bloud,

2131Swiftly distilling from the bastards brest,

2132My fathers ghost still hants me for revenge,

2133Crying, revenge my over-hastened death,

2134My brother's exile, and mine own divorce,

2135Banish remorse clean from my brazen heart,