707Strum. Place, Ha, ha, ha, laugh a month and a day

708at him; place! I cry God mercy, why doe you think that

709such poor honest men as we be, hold our habitacles in

710Kings Palaces: Ha, ha, ha. But because you seem to be

711an abominable Chieftain, I will tell you your state.

712 From the top to the toe,

713 From the head to the shoe;

714 From the beginning to the ending.

715 From the building to the burning.

716This honest fellow and I had our mansion Cottage in

717the suburbs of this City, hard by the Temple of Mercury.

718And by the common Souldiers of the Shittens, the Scythi-

719ans what doe you call them? with all the suburbs were burnt

720to the ground, and the ashes are left there for the Coun-

721trey Wives to wash bucks withall. And that which

722grieves me most, my loving Wife, O cruell strife; the

723wicked flames did roast.

724 And therefore Captain Crust,

725 We will continually cry,

726 Except you seek a remedy,

727 Our Houses to reedifie,

728 Which now are burnt to dust.

729Both cry. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitch.

730Alba. Well, we must remedy these outrages,

731And throw revenge upon their hatefull heads,

732And you good fellows for your houses burnt,

733We will remunerate your store of Gold,

734And build your houses by our Pallace gate.

735Strumbo. Gate! O petty treason to my person, no

736where else but by your backside; Gate! oh how I am

737vexed in my Coller: Gate! I cry God mercy, do you

738hear, Master King? If you mean to gratifie such poor

739men as we be, you must build our houses by the Ta-

740vern.

741Alba. It shall be done, sir.

742Strum. Near the Tavern, I, by Lady, sir, it was spo-

743ken like a good fellow. Do you hear, sir? when our house

744is builded, if you do chance to passe or re-passe that way,

746Alb. It grieves me, Lordings, that my Subjects goods

747Should thus be spoyled by the Scythians,

748Who as you see with lightfoot forragers,

749Depopulate the places where they come,

750But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day

755Hum. Hubba, go take a Coronet of our Horse,

756As many Launciers, and light-armed Knights,

757As may suffice for such an enterprise,

758And place them in the Grove of Calcedon,

759With these, when as the skirmish doth encrease,

760Retire thou from the shelters of the wood,

761And set upon the weakned Trojans backs,

762For policy joyned with Chivalry,

765Alb. Thou base born Hunne, how durst thou be so bold,

766As once to menace warlike Albanact?

767The great Commander of these Regions,

768But thou shalt buy thy rashnesse with thy death,

769And rue too late thy over-bold attempts,

770For with this Sword, this Instrument of death,

771That hath been drenched in my Foe-mens blood,

772I'le separate thy body from thy head,

773And set that Coward blood of thine abroach.

775I'le crack thy Cockscombe, paltry Scythian.

776Hum. Nor wreak I of thy threats, thou princox boy,

777Nor doe I fear thy foolish insolency,

778And but thou better use thy bragging blade,

779Then thou dost rule thy overflowing tongue,

780 Superbious Britain, thou shalt know too soon

781The force of Humber and his Scythians.

784Strum. O horrible, terrible.

787Hum. How bravely this young Britain, Albanact,

788Darteth abroad the thunderbolts of warre,

789Beating down millions with his furious mood;

790And in his glory triumphs over all,

791Moving the massie squadrants of the ground;

792Heap hills on hills, to scale the starry skie:

793As when Briareus armed with an hundred hands,

794Flung forth an hundred mountains at great Jove,

795And when the monstrous gyant Monichus

796Hurl'd mount Olimpus at great Mars his targe,

797And shot huge Cedars at Minerva's shield.

798How doth he overlook with haughty front

799My fleeting hoasts, and lifts his lofty face

800Against us all that now do fear his force,

801Like as we see the wrathfull Sea from farre,

802In a great mountain heapt with hideous noyse,

803With thousand billowes beat against the Ships,

804And tosse them in the Waves like Tennis Balls.

806Humb. Ay me, I fear my Hubba is surpris'd.

808Alba. Follow me, Souldiers, follow Albanact;

809Pursue the Scythians flying through the field:

810Let none of them escape with victory:

811That they may know the Britains force is more

812Than all the power of the trembling Hunnes.

813 Forward, brave soldiers, forward, keep the chase,

814He that takes captive Humber or his Son,

815Shall be rewarded with a Crown of gold.

819Alba. Injurious fortune, hast thou crost me thus?

820Thus in the morning of my victories,