222Like crafty Dames that most of all deny

223That, which they most desire to possesse.

226Then now my son thy part is on the stage,

227For thou must bear the person of a King.

229Locrine stand up, and wear the regal Crown,

230And think upon the state of Majesty,

231That thou with honour well maist wear the Crown,

232And if thou tendrest these my latest words,

233As thou requir'st my soul to be at rest,

234As thou desirest thine own security,

235Cherish and love thy new betrothed wife.

236Locrine. No longer let me well enjoy the Crown,

237Then I do peerlesse Guendoline.

238Brut. Camber.

239Cam. My Lord.

240Brut. The glory of mine age,

241 And darling of thy mother Junoger,

242Take thou the South for thy dominion,

243From thee there shall proceed a royal race,

244That shall maintain the honor of this land,

245That sway the regal scepter with their hands.

247And Albanact thy fathers onely joy,

248Youngest in years, but not the young'st in mind,

249A perfect pattern of all chivalrie,

250Take thou the North for thy dominion,

251A country full of hills and ragged rocks,

252Replenished with fierce untamed beasts,

253As correspondent to thy martial thoughts.

254Live long my sons with endlesse happinesse,

255And bear firm concordance among your selves,

256Obey the counsels of these fathers grave,

257That you may better bear out violence,

258But suddenly through weaknesse of my age,

259And the defect of youthfull puissance,

260My Maladie increaseth more and more,

261And cruel death hasteneth his quickned pace,

262To dispossesse me of my earthly shape,

263Mine eyes wax dim, o're-cast with clouds of age.

264The pangs of death compasse my crazed bones,

265Thus to you all my blessings I bequeath,

266And with my blessings, this my fleeting soul.

267 My glasse is run, and all my miseries

268Do end with life: death closeth up mine eyes,

270Loc. Accursed starrs, damn'd and accursed starrs,

271To abreviate my noble father's life,

272Hard-hearted gods, and too envious fates,

273Thus to cut off my father's fatal thred,

274Brutus that was a glory to us all,

275Brutus that was a terror to his foes,

276Alasse too soon by Demagorgon's knife,

277The martial Brutus is bereft of life.

278No sad complaints may move just Lacus.

279Corin. No dreadfull threats can fear judge Rhodomanth,

280Wert thou as strong as mighty Hercules,

281That tam'd the hugie monsters of the world,

282Plaid'st thou as sweet, on th

e sweet sounding Lute,

283As did the spouse of fair Euridice,

284That did enchant the waters with his noise,

285And made the stones, birds, beasts, to lead a dance,

286Constrained the hilly trees to follow him,

287Thou could'st not move the judge of Crebus,

288Nor move compassion in grim Pluto's heart,

289For fatal Mors expecteth all the world,

290And every man must tread the way of death,

291Brave Tantalus, the valiant Pelops sire,

292 Guest to the gods, suffred untimely death,

293And old Fleithonus husband to the morn,

294And eke grim Minos whom just Jupiter

295Deign'd to admit unto his sacrifice,

296The thundring trumpets of bloud-thirsty Mars.

297The fearfull rage of fell Tisiphoen.

298The boistrous waves of humid Ocean,

299Are instruments and tools of dismal death.

300Then noble cousin cease to mourn his chance,

301Whose age and years were signes that he should die.

302It resteth now that we interre his bones,

303That was a terror to his enemies.

304Take up his coarse, and Princes hold him dead,

305Who while he liv'd, upheld the Troyan state.

306Sound drums and trumpets, march to Trinovant,

311Strum. Either the four Elements, the seven Planets

312and all the particular Starrs of the Pole Antastick, are

313adversitive against me, or else I was begotten and born

314in the wain of the Moon, when every thing, as

315Lactantius in his fourth book of Constultations doth

316say, goeth arsward. I Masters, I, you may laugh, but

317I must weep; you may joy, but I must sorrow; shed-

318ding salt tears from the watry fountains of my moist

319dainty fair eyes, along my comely and smooth cheeks, in as

320great plenty as the water runneth from the bucking-tubs,

321or red wine out of the Hogs-heads: for trust me gentle-

322men and my very good friends, and so forth: the little

323god, nay the desperate god Cuprit, with one of his

324vengible bird-bolts, hath shot me unto the heel: so not

325only, but also, oh fine phrase, I burn, I burn, and

326I burn a, in love, in love, and in love a, ah Strum-

327bo, what hast thou seen, not Dina with the Asse Tom?

328Yea with these eyes thou hast seen her, and therefore

329pull them out: for they will work thy bail. Ah Strum-

330bo,hast thou heard the voice of the Nightingale, but a

331voice sweeter then hers, yea with these ears hast thou

332heard them, and therefore cut them off, for they have

333caus'd thy sorrow. Nay Strumbo, kill thy self, drown

334thy self, hang thy self, starve thy self. Oh but then

335I shall leave my sweet heart. Oh my heart! Now pate

336for thy Master, I will dite an aliquant love-pistle to her,

337and then she hearing the grand verbosity of my scripture,

338will love me presently,

340My pen is naught, Gentlemen lend me a knife, I think

341the more haste the worst speed.

343 So it is, Mistris Dorothie, and the sole essence of

344my soul, that the little sparkles of affection kindled in

345me towards your sweet self, hath now increased to a great

346flame, and will ere it be long consume my poor heart,

347except you with the pleasant water of your secret foun-