2136All mercy from mine adamantive brests.

2137Thra. Nor doth thy husband, lovely Guendoline,

2138That wonted was to guide our stailesse steps,

2139 Enjoy this light; see where he murdred lies:

2140By lucklesse lot and froward frowning fate,

2141And by him lies his lovely paramour

2142Fair Estrild goared with a dismal sword,

2143And as it seems, both murdred by themselves,

2144Clasping each other in their feebled armes,

2145With loving zeal, as if for company

2146Their uncontented corps were yet content

2147To passe foul Stix in Charon's ferry-boat.

2148Guen. And hath proud Estrild then prevented me,

2149Hath she escaped Guendolina's wrath,

2150Violently by cutting off her life?

2151Would God she had the monstrous Hidra's lives,

2152That every hour she might have died a death

2153Worse then the swing of old Ixions wheel,

2154And every hour revive to die again,

2155As Titius bound to housles Caucason,

2156Doth feed the substance of his own mishap,

2157And every day for want of food doth die,

2158And every night doth live again to die.

2159But stay, me thinks I hear some fainting voice,

2160Mournfully weeping for their lucklesse death.

2161Sa. You mountain nimphs which in these desarts raign,

2162Cease off your hasty chase of savage beasts,

2163Prepare to see a heart opprest with care,

2164 Addresse your ears to hear a mournfull stile,

2165No humane strength, no work can work my weal,

2166Care in my heart so tyrant like doth deal.

2167You Driades and lightfoot Satiri,

2168You gracious Fairies which at evening tide,

2169Your closets leave with heavenly beauty stor'd,

2170And on your shoulders spread your golden locks,

2171You savage bears in Caves and darkned Denns,

2172Come wail with me the martial Locrine's death.

2173Come mourn with me, for beateous Estrilds death.

2174Ah loving parents little do you know,

2175What sorrow Sabren suffers for your thrall.

2176Guen. But may this be, and is it possible,

2177Lives Sabren yet to expiate my wrath?

2178Fortune I thank thee for this curtesie,

2179And let me never see one prosperous hour,

2180If Sabren die not a reproachfull death.

2181Sa. Hard hearted death, that when the wretched call.

2182Art farthest off, and seldome hear'st at all.

2183But in the mid'st of fortunes good successe,

2184Uncalled comes, and sheers our life in twain:

2185When will that hour, that blessed hour draw nigh,

2186When poor distressed Sabren may be gone.

2187Sweet Atropos cut off my fatal thred.

2188What art thou death, shall not poor Sabren die?

2190Guen. Yes damsel, yes, Sabren shall surely die,

2191Though all the world should seek to save her life,

2192And not a common death shall Sabren die,

2193But after strange and grievous punishments,

2194Shortly inflicted upon thy bastards head,

2195Thou shalt be cast into the cursed streams,

2196And feed the fishes with thy tender flesh.

2197Sab. And think'st thou then, thou cruel homicid,

2198That these thy deeds shall be unpunished?

2199No traitor, no, the gods will venge these wrongs,

2200The fiends of hell will mark these injuries.

2201Never shall these bloud-sucking masty currs,

2202Bring wretched Sabren to her latest home.

2203For I my self in spite of thee and thine,

2204Mean to abridge my former destinies,

2205And that which Locrine's sword could not perform,

2206This present streame shall present bring to passe.

2208Guen. One michief follows anothers neck,

2209Who would have thought so young a maid as she

2210With such a courage would have sought her death.

2211And for because this River was the place

2212Where little Sabren resolutely died,

2213Sabren for ever shall this same be call'd.

2214And as for Locrine our deceased spouse,

2215Because he was the son of mighty Brute,

2216 To whom we owe our country, lives and goods,

2217He shall be buried in a stately tombe,

2218Close by his aged father Brutus bones,

2219With such great pomp and great solemnity,

2220As well beseems so b ave a Prince as he.

2221Let Estrild lie without the shallow vaults,

2222Without the honour due unto the dead,

2223Because she was the authour of this War.

2224Retire brave followers unto Troynovant,

2225Where we will celebrate these exequies,

2226And place young Locrine in his father's Tombe.

2228Atey. Lo here the end of lawlesse treachery,

2229Of Usurpation and ambitious pride,

2230And they that for their private amours dare

2231Turmoile our land, and set their broils abroach,

2232Let them be warned by these premisses,

2233And as a woman was the onely cause

2234That civil discord was then stirred up,

2235So let us pray for that renowned maid,

2236That eight and thirty years the Scepter sway'd

2237In quiet peace and sweet felicitie,

2238And every wight that seeks her graces smart,