659Alb. Brave Cavaliers, Princes of Albany,

660Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire,

661Passing the frontiers of brave Grecia,

662Were bathed in our enemies lukewarme bloud,

663Now is the time to manifest your wills,

664Your haughty minds and resolutions,

665Now opportunity is offred

666To try your courage and your earnest zeal,

667Which you alwayes protest to Albanact,

668For at this time, yea at this present time,

669Stout fugitives come from the Scithians bounds

670Have pestred every place with mutinies:

671But trust me, Lordings, I will never cease

672To persecute the rascal runnagates,

673Till all the rivers stained with their bloud,

674Shall fully shew their fatal overthrow.

675Deb. So shall your Highnesse merit great renown,

676And imitate your aged father's steps.

677Alb. But tell me cousin, cam'st thou through the plains?

678And saw'st thou there the faint-heart fugitives

679Mustring their weather-beaten souldiers,

680What order keep they in their marshalling?

681Thra. After we past the groves of Caledone,

682We did behold the stragling Scithians Camp,

683 Repleat with men, stor'd with munition;

684There might we see the valiant minded Knights

685Fetching carriers along the spacious plains,

686Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blew,

687Mounted upon their coursers white as snow,

688Went to behold the pleasant flowring fields;

689Hector and Troilus, Priamus lovely sons,

690Chasing the Grecians over Simoeis,

691Were not to be compared to these two Knights.

692Alba. Well hast thou painted out in eloquence

693The portraiture of Humber and his son;

694As fortunate as was Policrates,

695Yet should they not escape our conquering swords,

696Or boast of ought but of our clemencie.

698Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, &c.

699Thra. What sirs, what mean you by these clamors made,

700Those outcries raised in our stately Court?

701Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.

702Thra. Villains I say, tell us the cause hereof?

703Strum. Wild-fire and pitch, wild-fire and pitch.

704Thra. Tell me you villains, why you make this noise,

705Or with my Lance, I will prick your bowels out.

706Al. Where are your houses, where's your dwelling place?

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