912Hum. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars's

913Thundring alarmes, and Rhamnusia's Drum

914We are retired with joyfull victory,

915The slaughter'd Trojans squeltring in their blood,

916Infect the aire with their carcasses,

917And are a prey for every ravenous bird.

918Estrild. So perish they that are our enemies.

919So perish they that love not Humber's weale.

920And mighty Jove, Commander of the world,

921Protect my love from all false treacheries.

922Hum. Thanks lovely Estrild, solace to my soule.

923But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry

924Declar'd against the men of Albany,

925Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay,

926As a reward for this thy forward minde.

928Hub. This unexpected honour, noble Sire,

929Will prick my courage unto braver deeds,

930And cause me to attempt such hard exploits,

931That all the world shall sound of Hubba's name.

932Hum. And now, brave Soldiers, for this good success,

933Carouse whole cups of Amazonian Wine,

934Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrosia,

935And cast away the Clods of cursed care,

936With goblets crown'd with Semeleius gifts,

937 Now let us march to Abis silver streames,

938That clearly glide along the Champane fields,

939And moist the grassy meads with humid drops.

940Sound Drums and Trumpets, sound up cheerfully,

941Sith we return with joy and victory.