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A11262	The lamentable tragedie of Locrine, the eldest sonne of King Brutus discoursing the warres of the Britaines, and Hunnes, with their discomfiture: the Britaines victorie with their accidents, and the death of Albanact. No lesse pleasant then profitable. Newly set foorth, ouerseene and corrected, by VV.S.; Locrine	W. S., fl. 1595.; Peele, George, 1556-1596, attributed name.; Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592, attributed name.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593, attributed name.	1595 (1595)	STC 21528; ESTC S106301	33,390	79

length I placed you Now let me see if my laborious toiles If all my care if all my greeuous wounds If all my diligence were well imploid Corin. When first I followed thee thine braue king I hazarded my life and dearest blood To purchace fauour at your princely hands And for the same in daungerous attempts In sundry conflicts and in diuers broiles I shewd the courage of my manly mind For this I combated with Gathelus The brother to Goffarius of Gaule For this I fought with furious Gogmagog A sauage captaine of a sauage crew And for these deeds braue Cornwale I receiu'd A gratefull gift giuen by a gratious King And for this gift this life and dearest blood Will Corineus spend for Brutus good Deb. And what my frend braue prince hath voud to you The same wil Debon do vnto his end Bru. Then loyall peeres since you are all agreed And resolute to follow Brutus hoasts Fauour my sonnes fauour these Orphans Lords And shield them from the daungers of their foes Locrine the columne of my familie And onely piller of my weakned age Locrine draw neare draw neare vnto thy sire And take thy latest blessings at his hands And for thou art the eldest of my sonnes Be thou a captaine to thy bretheren And imitate thy aged fathers steps Which will conduct thee to true honors gate For if thou follow sacred vertues lore Thou shalt be crowned with a lawrell braunch And weare a wreath of sempiternall fame Sorted amongst the glorious happie ones Locrin. If Locrine do not follow your aduise And beare himselfe in all things like a prince That seekes to amplifie the great renowne Left vnto him for an inheritage By those that were his ancestors Let me be flung into the Ocean And swallowed in the bowels of the earth Or let the ruddie lightning of great Ioue Descend vpon this my deuolted head Brutus taking Guendoline by the hand But for I see you all to be in doubt who shall be matched with our royall sonne Locrine receiue this present at my hand A gift more rich then are the wealthie mines Found in the bowels of America Thou shalt be spoused to faire Guendoline Loue her and take her for she is thine owne If so thy vnckle and herselfe do please Corin. And herein how your highnes honors me It cannot be in my speech exprest For carefull parents glorie not so much At their honour and promotion As for to see the issue of their blood Seated in honor and prosperitie Guend. And far be it from my maydens thoughts To contradict her aged fathers will Therefore since he to whom I must obey Hath giuen me now vnto your royall selfe I will not stand aloofe from off the lure Like craftie dames that most of all deny That which they most desire to possesse Brutus turning to Locrine Locrine kneeling Then now my soone thy part is on the stage For thou must beare the person of a King Puts the Crowne on his head Locrine stand vp and weare the regall Crowne And thinke vpon the state of Maiestie That thou with honor well maist weare the crown And if thou tendrest these my latest words As thou requirst my soule to be at rest As thou desirest thine owne securitie Cherish and loue thy new betrothed wife Locrin. No longer let me wel enioy the crowne Then I do peerlesse Guendoline Brut. Camber Cam. My Lord Brut. The glorie of mine age And darling of thy mother Iunoger Take thou the South for thy dominion From thee there shall proseed a royall race That shall maintaine the honor of this land That sway the regall scepter with their hands Turning to Albanact And Albanact thy fathers onely ioy Yoongst in yeares but not the yoongst in mind A perfect patterne of all chiualrie Take thou the North for thy dominion A country full of hills and ragged rockes Replenished with fearce vntamed beasts As correspondent to thy martiall thoughts Liue long my sonnes with endlesse happinesse And beare firme concordance amongst your selues Obey the counsels of these fathers graue That you may better beare out violence But suddeinly through weaknesse of my age And the defect of youthfull puissance My maladie increaseth more and more And cruell death hastneth his quickned pace To dispossesse me of my earthly shape Mine eies wax dimme ouercast with clouds of age The pangs of death compasse my crazed bones Thus to you all my blessings I bequeath And with my blessings this my fleeting soule My glasse is runne and all my miseries Do end with life death closeth vp mine eies My soule is haste flies to the Elisian fields He dieth Loc. Accursed starres damd and accursed starres To abreuiate my noble fathers life Hard-harted gods and too enuious fates Thus to cut off my fathers fatall thred Brutus that was a glorie to vs all Brutus that was a terror to his foes Alasse too soone by Demagorgons knife The martiall Brutus is bereft of life No sad complaints may moue iust Lacus Corin. No dreadfull threats can feare iudge Rhodomanth Wert thou as strong as mightie Hercules That tamde the hugie monsters of the world Plaidst thou as sweet on the sweet sounding lute As did the spouse of faire Euridies That did enchant the waters with his noise And made stones birds and beasts to lead a dance Constraind the hillie trees to follow him Thou couldst not moue the iudge of Crebus Nor moue compassion in grimme Plutos heart For fatall Mors expecteth all the world And euerie man must tread the way of death Braue Tantalus the valiant Pelops sire Guest to the gods suffred vntimely death And old Fleithonus husband to the morne And eke grim Minos whom iust Iupiter Deignd to admit vnto his sacrifice The thundring trumpets of blood-thirstie Mars The fearfull rage of fell Tisiphone The boistrous waues of humid Ocean Are instruments and tooles of dismall death Then noble cousin cease to mourne his chaunce Whose age yeares were signes that he shuld die It resteth now that we interre his bones That was a terror to his enemies Take vp the coarse and princes hold him dead Who while he liu'd vpheld the Troyan state Sound drums and trumpets march to Troinouant There to prouide our chieftaines funerall The first Act. Scene 3. Enter Strumbo aboue in a gowne with inke and paper in his hand saying Strum. Either the foure elements the seuen planets and all the particuler starres of the pole Antartic are aduersatiue against me or else I was begotten and borne in the wane of the Moone when euerie thing is saith Lactantius in his fourth booke of consultations dooth say goeth asward I maisters I you may laugh but I must weepe you may ioy but I must sorrow sheading salt teares from the watrie fountaines of my moste daintie faire eies along my comely and smooth cheeks in as great plentie as the water runneth from the buckingtubbes or red wine out of the hogs heads for trust me gentlemen and my verie good

for to worke my proper death Ah Locrine honord for thy noblenesse Ah Estrild famous for thy constancie Il may they fare that wrought your mortall ends Enter Guendoline Thrasimachus Madan and the souldiers Guen. Search souldiers search find Locrin and his loue Find the proud strumpet Humbers concubine That I may change those her so pleasing lookes To pale and ignominious aspect Find me the issue of their cursed loue Find me yoong Sabren Locrines only ioy That I may glut my mind with lukewarme blood Swiftly distilling from the bastards brest My fathers ghoast stil haunts me for reuenge Crying reuenge my ouerhastened death My brothers exile and mine owne diuorce Banish remorse cleane from my brazen heart All mercie from mine adamintine brests Thra. Nor doth thy husband louely Guendoline That wonted was to guide our stailesse steps Enioy this light see where he murdred lies By lucklesse lot and froward frowning fate And by him lies his louely paramour Faire Estrild goared with a dismall sword And as it seemes both murdred by themselues Clasping each other in their feebled armes VVith louing zeale as if for companie Their vncontented corpes were yet content To passe soule Stix in Charons ferry-boat Guen. And hath proud Estrild then preuented me Hath she escaped Guendolines wrath Violently by cutting off her life VVould God she had the monstrous Hidras liues That euery houre she might haue died a death VVorse then the swing of old Ixions wheele And euery houre reuiue to die againe As Titius bound to housles Caucason Doth feed the substance of his owne mishap And euery day for want of foode doth die And euery night doth liue againe to die But staie mee thinks I heare some fainting voice Mournfully weeping for their lucklesse death Sa. You mountain nimphs which in these desarts raign Cease off your hastie chase of sauadge beasts Prepare to see a heart opprest with care Addresse your eares to heare a mournfull stile No humane strength no work can work my weale Care in my hart so tyrant like doth deale You Driades and lightfoote Satiri You gracious Faries which at euening tide Your closets leaue with heauenly beautie storde And on your shoulders spread your golden locks You sauadge beares in caues and darkened dennes Come waile with me the martiall Locrines death Come mourn with me for beauteous Estrilds death Ah louing parents little do you know what sorrow Sabren suffers for your thrall Guen. But may this be and is it possible Liues Sabren yet to expiat my wrath Fortune I thanke thee for this curtesie And let me neuer see one prosperous houre If Sabren die not a reproachfull death Sab. Hard harted death that when the wretched call Art furthest off and sildom heerst at all But in the midst of fortunes good successe Vncalled comes and sheeres our life in twaine VVhen wil that houre that blessed houre draw nie VVhen poore distressed Sabren may be gone Sweet Atropos cut off my fatall thred VVhat art thou death shall not poore Sabren die Guendoline taking her by the chin shall say thus Guen. Yes damsell yes Sabren shall surely die Though all the world should seeke to saue her life And not a common death shall Sabren die But after strange and greeuous punishments Shortly inflicted vpon thy bastards head Thou shalt be cast into the cursed streames And feede the fishes with thy tender flesh Sab. And thinkst thou then thou cruell homicid That these thy deeds shall be vnpunished No traitor no the gods will venge these wrongs The fiends of hell will marke these iniuries Neuer shall these blood-sucking mastie curres Bring wretched Sabren to her latest home For I my selfe inspire of thee and thine Meane to abridge my former destenies And that which Locrines sword could not perform This pleasant streame shall present bring to passe She drowneth her selfe Guen. One mischiefe followes anothers necke VVho would haue thought so yoong a mayd as she VVith such a courage wold haue sought her death And for because this Riuer was the place VVhere little Sabren resolutely died Sabren for euer shall this same be call'd And as for Locrine our deceased spouse Because he was the sonne of mightie Brute To whom we owe our country liues and goods He shall be buried in a stately tombe Close by his aged father Brutus bones VVith such great pomp and great solemnitie As well beseemes so braue a prince as he Let Estrild lie without the shallow vauts VVithout the honour due vnto the dead Because she was the author of this warre Retire braue followers vnto Troynouant VVhere we will celebrate these exequies And place yoong Locrine in his fathers tombe Exeunt omnes Ate Lo here the end of lawlesse trecherie Of vsurpation and ambitious pride And they that for their priuate amours dare Turmoile our land and see their brolles abroach Let them be warned by these premisses And as a woman was the onely cause That ciuill discord was then stirred vp So let vs pray for that renowned mayd That eight and thirtie yeares the scepter swayd In quiet peace and sweet felicitie And euery wight that seekes her graces smart wold that this sword wer pierced in his hart Exit FINIS