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  • Title: The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)

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    Authors: Anonymous, William Shakespeare
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    The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)

    Scena Octava.
    910Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Thrassier, Estrild,
    and the Souldiers.
    Hum. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars's
    Thundring alarmes, and Rhamnusia's Drum
    We are retired with joyfull victory,
    915The slaughter'd Trojans squeltring in their blood,
    Infect the aire with their carcasses,
    And are a prey for every ravenous bird.
    Estrild. So perish they that are our enemies.
    So perish they that love not Humber's weale.
    920And mighty Jove, Commander of the world,
    Protect my love from all false treacheries.
    Hum. Thanks lovely Estrild, solace to my soule.
    But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry
    Declar'd against the men of Albany,
    925Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay,
    As a reward for this thy forward minde.
    Set it on his head.
    Hub. This unexpected honour, noble Sire,
    Will prick my courage unto braver deeds,
    930And cause me to attempt such hard exploits,
    That all the world shall sound of Hubba's name.
    Hum. And now, brave Soldiers, for this good success,
    Carouse whole cups of Amazonian Wine,
    Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrosia,
    935And cast away the Clods of cursed care,
    With goblets crown'd with Semeleius gifts,
    Now let us march to Abis silver streames,
    That clearly glide along the Champane fields,
    And moist the grassy meads with humid drops.
    940Sound Drums and Trumpets, sound up cheerfully,
    Sith we return with joy and victory.