1056Hum. Thus are we come victorious Conquerors

1057Unto the flowing currents silver streams,

1058Which, in memorial of our victory,

1059Shall be agnominated by our name,

1060And talked of by our posterity:

1061For sure I hope before the golden Sun

1062Posteth his horses to fair Thetis plains,

1063To see the waters turned into bloud,

1064And change his blewish hue to ruefull red,

1065By reason of the fatal massacre,

1066Which shall be made upon the virent plains.

1068See how the Traitor doth presage his harm,

1069See how he glories at his own decay,

1070See how he triumphs at his proper loss.

1071O fortune vild, unstable, fickle, frail!

1072Hum. Me thinks I see both armies in the field,

1073The broken lances climb the crystal skies,

1074Some headless lie, some breathless on the ground,

1075And every place is strew'd with carcasses,

1076Behold the grass hath lost his pleasant green,

1077The sweetest sight that ever might be seen.

1078Ghost. I, traiterous Humber, thou shalt find it so,

1079Yea to thy cost thou shalt the same behold,

1080With anguish, sorrow, and with sad laments;

1081 The grassie plains, that now do please thine eyes,

1082Shall e're the night be coloured all with bloud;

1083The shadie groves that now inclose thy camp,

1084And yield sweet savour to thy damned corps,

1085Shall ere the night be figured all with bloud;

1086The profound stream that passeth by thy tents,

1087And with his moisture serveth all thy camp,

1088Shall ere the night converted be to bloud,

1089Yea with the bloud of those thy stragling boyes:

1090For now revenge shall ease my lingring grief,

1091And now revenge shall glut my longing soul.

1092Hub. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,

1093And either live with glorious victorie,

1094Or die with fame renown'd for chivalrie:

1095He is not worthy of the honey-comb,

1096That shuns the hives because the bees have stings;

1097That likes me best that is not got with ease,

1098Which thousand dangers do accompany;

1099For nothing can dismay our Regal mind;

1100Which aims at nothing but a golden Crown,

1101The only upshot of mine enterprises.

1102Were they inchanted in grim Pluto's Court,

1103And kept for treasure 'mongst his hellish crew,

1104I would either quell the triple Cerberus

1105And all the armie of his hatefull hags,

1106 Or roll the stone with wretched Sysiphus.

1107Hum. Right martial be thy thoughts, my noble son,

1108And all thy words savour of Chivalrie,

1109But, warlike Segar, what strange accidents

1110Makes you to leave the warding of the Camp?

1111Segar. To armes, my Lord, to honourable armes;

1112Take helm and targe in hand, the Britains come

1113With greater multitude then erst the Greeks

1114Brought to the ports of Phrygian Tenedos.

1115Hum. But what saith Segar to these accidents?

1116What counsel gives he in extremities?

1117Seg. Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth us,

1118That Resolution is a sole help at need.

1119And this, my Lord, our honour teacheth us,

1120That we be bold in every enterprise;

1121Then since there is no way but fight or die,

1122Be resolute, my Lord, for victory.

1123Hum. And resolute, Segar, I mean to be,

1124Perhaps some blisfull star will favour us,

1125And comfort bring to our perplexed state:

1126Come let us in and fortifie our camp,