458At length the water with continual drops,

459Doth penetrate the hardest marble stone,

460At length we are arrived in Albion,

461Nor could the barbarous Dacian soveraign,

462Nor yet the ruler of brave Belgia

463Stay us from cutting over to this Ile;

464Whereas I hear a troop of Phrygians

465Under the conduct of Posthumius son,

466Have pitch'd up lordly pavillions,

467And hope to prosper in this lovely Ile:

468But I will frustrate all their foolish hope,

469And teach them that the Scythian Emperour

470Leads fortune tied in a chain of gold,

471Constraining her to yield unto his will,

472And grace him with their Regal diadem:

473Which I will have, maugre their treble hosts,

474And all the power their pettie Kings can make.

475Hubba. If she that rules fair Rhamnis golden gate,

476Grant us the honour of the victory,

477As hitherto she alwayes favour'd us,

478Right noble father, we will rule the land,

479Enthroniz'd in seats of Topace stones,

480 That Locrine and his brethren all may know,

481None must be King but Humber and his son.

482Hum. Courage my son, fortune shall favour us,

483And yield to us the coronet of bays,

484That decketh none but noble conquerours:

485But what saith Elstrid to these regions?

486How liketh she the temperature thereof?

487Are they not pleasant in her gracious eyes?

488Estr. The plains, my Lord, garnisht with Flora's wealth,

489And overspread with party-coloured flowers,

490Do yield sweet contentation to my mind,

491The aerie hills enclos'd with shadie groves,

492The groves replenisht with sweet chirping birds,

493The birds resounding heavenly melodie,

494Are equall to the groves of Thessaly,

495Where Phoebus with the learned Ladies nine,

496Delight themselves with musick harmony,

497And from the moisture of the mountain tops,

498The silent springs dance down with murmuring streams,

499And water all the ground with chrystal waves,

500The gentle blasts of Eurus modest wind,

501Moving the pittering leaves of Silvane's woods,

502Do equall it with Tempe's paradice,

503And thus comforted all to one effect,

504Do make me think these are the happy Iles,

505 Most fortunate, if Humber may them win.

506Hubba. Madam, where resolution leads the way,

507And courage follows with emboldened pace,

508Fortune can never use her tyranny;

509For valiantnesse is like unto a rock

510That standeth on the waves of Ocean,

511Which though the billows beat one every side,

512And Boreas fell with his tempestuous storms,

513Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamour,

514Yet it remaineth still unmoveable.

515Hum. Kingly resolv'd, thou glory of thy sire:

516But worthy Segar, what uncouth novelties

517Bring'st thou unto our royal Majesty?

518Seg. My Lord, the youngest of all Brutus sonnes,

519Stout Albanact, with millions of men,

520Approacheth nigh, and meaneth e're the morn,

521To try your force by dint of fatal sword.

522Hum. Tut, let him come with millions of hosts,

523He shall find entertainment good enough,

524Yea fit for those that are our enemies:

525For we'll receive them at the lances points,

526And massacre their bodies with our blades:

527Yea though they were in number infinite,

528More then the mighty Babylonian Queen,

529Semiramis the ruler of West,

530 Brought 'gainst the Emperour of the Scythians,

531Yet would we not start back one foot from them:

532That they might know we are invincible.

533Hub. Now by great Jove the supreme King of heaven,

534And the immortal gods that live therein,

535When as the morning shews his chearfull face,

536And Lucifer mounted upon his steed,

537Brings in the chariot of the golden sun,

538I'le meet young Albanact in the open field,

539And crack my launce upon his burganet,

540To try the valour of his boyish strength:

541There will I shew such ruthfull spectacles

542And cause so great effusion of bloud,

543That all his boyes shall wonder at my strength:

544As when the warlike Queen of Amazon,

545Penthesilea armed with her launce,

546Girt with a corslet of bright shining steel,

547Coopt up the faint-heart Grecians in the camp.

548Hum. Spoke like a warlike Knight, my noble son,

549Nay, like a Prince that seeks his father's joy.

550Therefore to morrow ere fair Titan shine,

551And bashfull Eos messenger of light,

552Expells the liquid sleep from out mens eyes,

553Thou shalt conduct the right wing of the host,

554The left wing shall be under Segar's charge,

555 The rearward shall be under me my self;

556And lovely Estrild fair and gracious,

557If fortune favour me in mine attempts,

558Thou shalt be Queen of lovely Albion.

559Fortune shall favour me in mine attempts,

560And make thee Queen of lovely Albion.

561Come let us in and muster up our train,

562And furnish up our lusty souldiers,

563That they may be a bulwark to our state,

568Trom. We Coblers lead a merry life:

569All. Dan, dan, dan, dan:

570Strum. Void of all envy and of strife:

571All. Dan diddle dan.

572Dor. Our ease is great, our labour small:

573All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.

574Strum. And yet our gains be much withall:

575All. Dan diddle dan.

576Dor. With this art so fine and fair:

577All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.

578Trom. No occupation may compare:

579All. Dan diddle dan.

580Strum. For merry pastime and joyfull glee:

581 Dan, dan, dan, dan.

582Dor. Most happy men we Coblers be:

583 Dan diddle dan.