1256Cori. Art thou that Humber, Prince of Fugitives,

1257That by thy treason slew'st young Albanact?

1258Hub. I am his Son that slew young Albanact,

1259And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian,

1260I'le send thy soule unto the Stigian lake,

1261There to complain of Humber's injuries.

1262Cori. You triumph, sir, before the victory,

1263For Corineius is not so soon slain.

1264But, cursed Scythians, you shall rue the day,

1265That e're you came into Albania.

1266So perish they that envy Britains wealth,

1267So let them die with endlesse infamy,

1268And he that seeks his Soveraigns overthrow,

1269Would this my Club might aggravate his woe.