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The Tragedy of Locrine (Third Folio, 1664)
1756Scena Secunda.
1757Enter Locrine, Camber, Assaracus, Thrasimachas.
1759Now who is left to hapless Albion,
1760That as a pillar might uphold our state,
1761That might strike terrour to our daring foes?
1762Now who is left to hapless Britanie,
1763That might defend her from the barbarous hands
1765And seek to work her downfall and decay.
1766Cam. I Uncle, death is our common enemy,
1767And none but death can match our matchlesse power,
1768Witnesse the fall of Albioneus crew,
1769Witnesse the fall of Humber and his Hunnes,
1770And this foul death hath now increas'd our woe,
1771By taking Corineus from this life,
1772And in his room leaving us worlds of care.
1774Then I that am the issue of his loins,
1775Now foul befall that cursed Humber's throat,
1776That was the causer of his lingring wound.
1778But where's my Lady Mistris Guendoline?
1780Providing for my Father's funeral.
1781Loc. And let her there provide her mourning weeds,
1782 And mourn for ever her own widdow-hood:
1784To countercheck brave Locrine in his love.
1785Go, boy, to Deucolitum, down the Lee,
1786Unto the arch where lovely Estrild lies,
1787Bring her and Sabren straight unto the Court,
1788She shall be Queen in Guendolinaes room.
1789Let others waile for Corineus death,
1790I mean not so to macerate my mind,
1791For him that barr'd me from my hearts desire.
1794If there be gods in heaven, as sure there be,
1796They will revenge this thy notorious wrong,
1797Ande pour their plagues upon thy cursed head.
1800Do'st thou not tremble at our royal looks?
1801Do'st thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns?
1804With the sharp point of this my battel-axe,
1806Thra. Though I be young and of a tender age,
1807 Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares.
1808My noble father with his conquering sword,
1809Slew the two gyants Kings of Aquitain.
1811That he should fear and tremble at the looks
1812Or taunting words of a venerian squire.
1815Injurious traitor (for he is no lesse
1822And throw themselves into a hell of hate.
1825Proud boy, that thou mast know thy Prince is mov'd,
1826Yea, greatly mov'd at this thy swelling pride,
1827We banish thee for ever from our Court.
1833How he desir'd you, by the obedience
1834That children ought to bear their sire,
1835To love and favour Lady Guendoline:
1836Consider this, that if the injurie
1837Do move her mind, as certainly it will,
1839What though her power be not so great as yours,
1840Have you not seen a mighty Elephant
1847Enter the Page, with Estrild and Sabren.
1849Wherefore doth he send for me to the Court?
1850Is it to die? is it to end my life?
1851Say me, sweet boy? tell me and do not fain.
1854ger as you fear, but prepare your self, yonder's the
1855King.
1859Peace to the King of Britany, my Love,
1860Peace to all those that love and favour him.
1861Locrine taking her up.
1863Before her servant King of Albion?
1864Arise, fair Lady, leave this lowly chear,
1866That I may freely view that roseal face,
1868Now to the Court, where we will court it out,
1870Frollick, brave Peers, be joyfull with your King.Exeunt.