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The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
963Scena Secunda.
964Enter Locrine, Guendoline, Corineus, Assaracus,
965Thrasimachus, Camber.
968With that his army made of mungrel currs,
969Brought our redoubted brother to his end?
970O that I had the Thracian Orpheus harp,
971For to awake out of the infernal shade
972Those ugly Devils of black Erebus,
973That might torment the damned traitor's soul:
974O that I had Amphion's instrument,
975To quicken with his vital notes and tunes
977By which the Scythians might be punished;
978For, by the lightning of almighty Jove,
980And would to God he had ten thousand lives,
981That I might with the arm-strong Hercules
984How Albanact came by untimely death?
986Entred the field with martial equipage,
987Young Albanact impatient of delay,
990 Yet nothing could dismay the forward Prince;
991But with a courage most heroical,
993Made havock of the faint-heart fugitives,
998Cowardly came upon our weakned backs,
999And murthered all with fatal massacre;
1000Amongst the which old Debon, martial Knight,
1001With many wounds was brought unto the death:
1003Whilst valiantly he feld his enemies,
1004Yielded his life and honour to the dust,
1007To bring you tidings of these accidents.
1009Grand Emperour of barbarous Asia,
1010When he beheld his noble minded sonnes
1011Slain troiterously by all the Mirmidons,
1012Lamented more then I for Albanact.
1013Guen. Not Hecuba the Queen of Ilium,
1014When she beheld the town of Pergamus,
1015 Her pallace burnt, with all-devouring flames,
1017Murthred by the wicked Pyrrhus bloudy sword,
1019Cam. The grief of Niobe fair Athens Queen,
1022Is not to be compar'd with my laments.
1024In vain you sorrow for his overthrow;
1026But he that seeks to venge the injury.
1027Think you to quell the enemies warlike train,
1031In Cornwall where I hold my regiment,
1033Hath Corineius ready at command:
1035Hath Corineius ready at command.
1038Where lightfoot Fairies skip from bank to bank,
1039Full twenty thousand brave couragious Knights
1040 Well exercis'd in feats of Chivalrie,
1041In manly manner most invincible,
1042Young Camber hath with gold and victual;
1044I offer up to venge my brothers death.
1045Loc. Thanks loving Uncle, and good Brother too,
1046For this revenge; for this sweet word Revenge
1050'Till I be venged on his traiterous head
1052Sound drums and trumpets, muster up the camp,