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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

Iniurious fortune hast thou crost me thus Thus in the morning of my victories Thus in the prime of my felicitie To cut me off by such hard ouerthrow Hadst thou no time thy rancor to declare But in the spring of all my dignities Hadst thou no place to spit thy venome out But on the person of yoong Albanact I that ere while did scare mine enemies And droue them almost to a shamefull flight I that ere while full lion-like did fare Amongst the dangers of the thick throngd pikes Must now depart most lamentably slaine By Humbers trecheries and fortunes spights Curst be their charms damned be her cursed charms That doth delude the waiward harts of men Of men that trust vnto her fickle wheele Which neuer leaueth turning vpside downe O gods O heauens allot me but the place Where I may finde her hatefull mansion I le passe the Alpes to watry Merae Where fierie Phoebus in his charriot The wheels wherof are dect with Emeraldes Cast such a heate yea such a scorching heate And spoileth Flora of her checquered grasse I le ouerrun the mountaine Caucasus Where fell Chimaera in her triple shape Rolleth hot flames from out her monstrous panch Scaring the beasts with issue of her gorge I le passe the frozen Zone where ysie flakes Stopping the passage of the fleeting shippes Do lie like mountaines in the congeald sea Where if I finde that hatefull house of hers I le pull the fickle wheele from out her hands And tie her selfe in euerlasting bands But all in vaine I breath these threatnings The day is lost the Hunnes are conquerors Deoon is slaine my men are done to death The currents swift swimme violently with blood And last O that this last night so long last My selfe with woundes past all recouery Must leaue my crowne for Humber to possesse Strum. Lord haue mercy vpon vs masters I think this is a holie day euerie man lies sleeping in the fields but God knowes full sore against their wills Thra. Flie noble Albanact and saue thy selfe The Scithians follow with great celeritie And ther 's no way but fight or speedie death Flie noble Albanact and saue thy selfe Sound the alarme Alba. Nay let them flie that feare to die the death That tremble at the name of fatall mors Neuer shall proud Humber boast or brag himselfe That he hath put yoong Albanact to flight And least he should triumph at my decay This sword shall reaue his maister of his life That oft hath sau'd his maisters doubtfull life But oh my brethren if you care for me Reuenge my death vpon his traiterous head Et vos queis domus ect nigrantis regia ditis Qui regitis rigido stigios moder amine lucos Nox caeci regina poli furialis Erinnis Diique de aeque omnes Albanum tollite regem Tollite fluminis vndis rigidaque palude Nunc me fata vocant hoc condam pectore ferrum Thrust himselfe through Enter Trumpart O what hath he don his nose bleeds but oh I smel a foxe Looke where my maister lies master master Strum. Let me alone I tell thee for I am dead Trum. Yet one good good master Strum. I will not speake for I am dead I tel thee Trum. And is my master dead O sticks and stones brickbats and bones and is my master dead O you cockatrices and you bablatrices that in the woods dwell You briers and brambles you cookes shoppes and shambles come howle and yell With howling screeking with wailing and weeping come you to lament O Colliers of Croyden and rusticks of Royden and fishers of Kent For Strumbo the cobler the fine mery cobler of Cathnes towne At this same stoure at this very houre lies dead on the ground O maister theeues theeues theeues Strum. Where be they cox me tunny bobekin let me be rising be gone we shall be robde by and by Exeunt The 8. Act Enter Humber Hubba Segar Thrassier Estrild and the souldiers Hum. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars Thundring alarmes and Rhamnusias drum We are retyred with ioyfull victorie The slaughtered Troians squeltring in their blood Infect the aire with their carcasses And are a praie for euerie rauenous bird Estrild So perish they that are our enemies So perish they that loue not Humbers weale And mightie Ioue commander of the world Protect my loue from all false trecheries Hum. Thanks louely Estrild solace to my soule But valiant Hubba for thy chiualrie Declarde against the men of Albany Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay As a reward for thy forward minde Set it on his head Hub. This vnexpected honor noble sire VVill prick my courage vnto brauer deeds And cause me to attempt such hard exploits That all the world shall sound of Hubbaes name Hum. And now braue souldiers for this good successe Carouse whole cups of Amazonian wine Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrosia And cast away the clods of cursed care VVith goblets crownd with Semeleius gifts Now let vs martch to Abis siluer streames That clearly glide along the Champane fields And moist the grassie meades with humid drops Sound drummes trumpets sound vp cheerfully Sith we returne with ioy and victorie The 3. Act Scene 1. Enter Ate as before The dumb show A Crocadile sitting on a riuers banke and a little Snake stinging it Then let both of them fall into the water Ate Scelera in authorem cadunt High on a banke by Nilus boystrous streames Fearfully sat the Aegiptian Crocodile Dreadfully grinding in her sharpe long teethe The broken bowels of a silly fish His back was armde against the dint of speare VVith shields of brasse that shind like burnisht gold And as he stretched forth his cruell pawes A subtill Adder creeping closely neare Thrusting his forked sting into his clawes Priuily shead his poison through his bones VVhich made him swel that there his bowels burst That did so much in his owne greatnesse trust So Humber hauing conquered Albanact Doth yeeld his glorie vnto Locrines sword Marke what ensues and you may easily see That all our life is but a Tragedie The 2. Scene Enter Locrine Guendoline Corineus Assaracus Thrasimachus Camber Locrine And is this true is Albanactus slaine Hath cursed Humber with his stragling hoste With that his armie made of mungrell curres Brought our redoubted brother to his end O that I had the Thracian Orpheus harpe For to awake out of the infernall shade Those ougly diuels of black Erebus That might torment the damned traitors soule O that I had Amphions instrument To quicken with his vitall notes and tunes The flintie ioynts of euerie stonie rocke By which the Scithians might be punished For by the lightening of almightie Ioue The Hunne shall die had he ten thousand liues And would to God he had ten thousand liues That I might with the arme-strong Hercules Crop off so vile an Hidras hissing heads But say me cousen for I long to heare How Albanact came by vntimely death Thrasi. After the

hearts desire Thra. Hath Locrine then forsooke his Guendoline Is Corineus death so soone forgot If there be gods in heauen as sure there be If there be fiends in hell as needs there must They will reuenge this thy notorious wrong And powre their plagues vpon thy cursed head Loc. What prat'st thou pesant to thy soueraigne Or art thou strooken in some extasie Doest thou not tremble at our royall lookes Dost thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns Thou beardlesse boy wert not that Locrine scornes To vexe his mind with such a hartlesse childe With the sharpe point of this my battale-axe I would send thy soule to Puriflegiton Thra. Though I be yoong and of a tender age Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares My noble father with his conquering sword Slew the two giants kings of Aquitaine Thrasimachus is not so degenerate That he should feare and tremble at the lookes Or taunting words of a venerian squire Loc. Menacest thou thy roiall soueraigne Vnciuill not beseeming such as you Iniurious traitor for he is no lesse That at defiance standeth with his king Leaue these thy tauntes leaue these thy bragging words Vnlesse thou meane to leaue thy wretched life Thra. If princes staine their glorious dignitie With ougly spots of monstrous infamie They leese their former estimation And throw themselues into a hell of hate Loc. Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience As though thou didst our high displeasure scorne Proud boy that thou maist know thy prince is mou'd Yea greatly mou'd at this thy swelling pride We banish thee for euer from our court Thra. Then losell Locrine looke vnto thy selfe Thrasimachus will venge this iniurie Exit Lo. Farwel proud boy and learn to vse thy toong Assa. Alas my Lord you shuld haue cald to mind The latest words that Brutus spake to you How he desirde you by the obedience That children ought to beare vnto their sire To loue and fauour Ladie Guendoline Consider this that if the iniurie Do mooue her mind as certainly it will Warre and dissention followes speedely What though her power be not so great as yours Haue you not seene a mightie elephant Slaine by the biting of a silly mouse Euen so the chance of warre inconstant is Loc. Peace vncle peace and cease to talke hereof For he that seekes by whispering this or that To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life Let him perswade himselfe to die the death Enter the Page with Estrild and Sabren Estr. O say me Page tell me where is the king Wherefore doth he send for me to the court Is it to die is it to end my life Say me sweete boy tell me and do not faine Page No trust me madame if you will credit the litle honestie that is yet left me there is no such danger as you feare but prepare your selfe yonder 's the king Estr. Then Estrild lift thy dazled spirits vp And blesse that blessed time that day that houre That warlike Locrine first did fauour thee Peace to the king of Brittany my loue Peace to all those that loue and fauour him Locrine taking her vp Doth Estrild fall with such submission Before her seruant king of Albion Arise faire Ladie leaue this lowly cheare Lift vp those lookes that cherish Locrines heart That I may freely view that roseall face Which so intangled hath my louesick brest Now to the court where we will court it out And passe the night and day in Venus sports Frollick braue peeres be ioyfull with your king Exeunt The 3. Scene Enter Guendoline Thrasimachus Madan and the souldiers Guen. You gentle winds that with your modest blasts Passe through the circuit of the heauenly vault Enter the clouds vnto the throne of Ioue And beare my praiers to his all hearing eares For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline And learne to loue proud Humbers concubine You happie sprites that in the concaue skie With pleasant ioy enioy your sweetest loue Shead foorth those teares with me which then you shed Whē first you wood your ladies to your wils Those teares are fittest for my wofull case Since Locrine shunnes my nothing pleasant face Blush heauens blush sunne and hide thy shining beams Shadow thy radiāt locks in gloomy clouds Denie thy cheerfull light vnto the world VVhere nothing raigns but falshood and deceit VVhat said I falshood I that filthie crime For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline Behold the heauens do waile for Guendoline The shining sunne doth blush for Guendoline The liquid aire doth weep for Guendoline The verie ground doth grone for Guendoline I they are milder then the Brittaine king For he reiecteth lucklesse Guendoline Thra. Sister complaints are bootlesse in this cause This open wrong must haue an open plague This plague must be repaid with grieuous warre This warre must finish with Locrinus death His death will soone extinguish our complaints Guen. O no his death wil more augment my woes He was my husband braue Thrasimachus More deare to me then the apple of mine eie Nor can I finde in heart to worke his scathe Thra. Madame if not your proper iniuries Nor my exile can moue you to reuenge Thinke on our father Corineus words His words to vs stands alwaies for a lawe Should Locrine liue that caus'd my fathers death Should Locrine liue that now diuorceth you The heauens the earth the aire the fire reclaimes And then why should all we denie the same Guen. Then henceforth farwel womanish complaints All childish pitie henceforth then farwel But cursed Locrine looke vnto thy selfe For Nemesis the mistresse of reuenge Sits arm'd at all points on our dismall blades And cursed Estrild that inflamed his heart Shall if I liue die a reproachfull death Madan Mother though nature makes me to lament My lucklesse fathers froward lecherie Yet for he wrongs my Ladie mother thus I if I could my selfe would worke his death Thra. See madame see the desire of reuenge Is in the children of a tender age Forward braue souldiers into Mertia Where we shall braue the coward to his face Exeunt The 4. Scene Enter Locrine Estrild Habren Assarachus and the souldiers Loc. Tell me Assarachus are the Cornish chuffes In such great number come to Mertia And haue they pitched there their pettie hoste So close vnto our royall mansion Assa. They are my Lord and meane incontinent To bid defiance to your maiestie Loc. It makes me laugh to thinke that Guendoline Should haue the hart to come in armes gainst me Estr. Alas my Lord the horse wil runne amaine When as the spurre doth gall him to the bone Iealousie Locrine hath a wicked sting Lac. Saist thou so Estrild beauties paragon Well we will trie her chollor to the proofe And make her know Locrine can brooke no braues March on Assarachus thou must lead the way And bring vs to their proud pauillion Exeunt The 5. Scene Enter the ghost of Corineus with thunder lightening Ghost Behold the circuit of the azure sky Throwes forth sad throbs and

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

satisfie your wandring ghost But dire reuenge nothing but Humbers fall Because he conquerd you in Vlbany Now by my soule Humber would be condemn'd To Tantals hunger or Ixions wheele Or to the vultur of Prometheus Rather then that this murther were vndone When as I die I le dragge thy cursed ghoast Through all the riuers of foule Erebus Through burning sulphur of the Limbo-lake To allaie the burning furie of that heate That rageth in mine euerlasting soule Exeunt Alba ghost Vindicta vindicta The 4. Act Scene 1. Enter Ate as before Then let their follow Omphale daughter to the king of Lydia hauing a club in her hand and a lions skinne on her back Hercules following with a distaffe Then let Omphale turn about and taking off her pantofle strike Hercules on the head then let them depart Ate remaining saying Quem non Argolici mandata seuera Tyranni Non potuit Iuno vincere vicit amor Stout Hercules the mirrour of the world Sonne to Alcmena and great Iupiter After so many conquests wonne in field After so many monsters queld by force Yeelded his valiant heart to Omphale A fearfull woman voyd of manly strength She tooke the club and ware the lions skinne He tooke the wheele and maidenly gan spinne So martiall Locrine cheerd with victorie Falleth in loue with Humbers concubine And so forgetteth peerlesse Guendoline His vncle Corineus stormes at this And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue Loe here the summe the processe doth ensue Exit The 2. Scene Enter Locrine Camber Corineus Assaracus Thrasimachus and the souldiers Loc. Thus from the fury of Bellonas broiles With sound of drumme and trumpets melodie The Brittaine king returnes triumphantly The Scithians slaine with great occision Do aequalize the grasse in multitude And with their blood haue staind the streaming brookes Offering their bodies and their dearest blood As sacrifice to Albanactus ghoast Now cursed Humber hast thou payd thy due For thy deceits and craftie trecheries For all thy guises and damned stratagems With losse of life and euer during shame Where are thy horses trapt with burnisht gold Thy trampling coursers rulde with foming bits Where are thy souldiers strong and numberlesse Thy valiant captains and thy noble peeres Euen as the countrie clownes with sharpest sithes Do mowe the withered grasse from off the earth Or as the ploughman with his piercing share Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields And rippeth vp the rootes with razours keene So Locrine with his mightie curtleaxe Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Hunnes So Locrines peeres haue daunted all thy peeres And droue thine hoast vnto confusion That thou maist suffer penance for thy fault And die for murdring valiant Albanact Cori. And thus yea thus shall all the rest be seru'd That seeke to enter Albion gainst our willes If the braue nation of the Troglodites If all the coleblacke Aethiopians If all the forces of the Amazons If all the hostes of the Barbarian lands Should dare to enter this our little world Soone should they rue their ouerbold attempts That after vs our progenie may say There lie the beasts that sought to vsurp our land Loc. I they are beasts that seeke to vsurp our land And like to brutish beasts they shall be seru'd For mightie loue the supreame king of heauen That guides the concourse of the Metiors And rules the motion of the azure skie Fights alwaies for the Brittaines safetie But staie mee thinkes I heare some shriking noise That draweth neare to our pauillion Enter the souldiers leading in Estrild Estrild What prince so ere adornd with golden Doth sway the regall scepter in his hand And thinks no chance can euer throw him downe Or that his state shall euerlasting stand Let him behold poore Estrild in this plight The perfect platforme of a troubled wight Once was I guarded with manortiall bands Compast with princes of the noble blood Now am I fallen into my foemens hands And with my death must pacifie their mood O life the harbour of calamities O death the hauen of all miseries I could compare my sorrowes to thy woe Thou wretched queen of wretched Pergamus But that thou viewdst thy enemies ouerthrow Nigh to the rocke of high Caphareus Thou sawst their death and then departedst thence I must abide the victors insolence The gods that pittied thy continuall griefe Transformd thy corps and with thy corps thy care Poore Estrild liues dispairing of reliefe For friends in trouble are but fewe and rare What said I fewe I fewe or none at all For cruell death made hauock of them all Thrice happie they whose fortune was so good To end their liues and with their liues their woes Thrice haplesse I whome fortune so withstood That cruelly she gaue me to my foes Oh souldiers is there any miserie To be comparde to fortunes trecherie Loc. Camber this same shuld be the Scithiā queen Cam. So may we iudge by her lamenting words Loc. So faire a dame mine eies did neuer see With floods of woes she seems orewhelmed to bee Cam. O Locrine hath she not a cause for to be sad Locrine at one side of the stage If she haue cause to weepe for Humbers death And shead sault teares for her ouerthrow Locrine may well bewaile his proper griefe Locrine may moue his owne peculiar woe He being conquerd died a speedie death And felt not long his lamentable smart I being conqueror liue a lingring life And feele the force of Cupids suddaine stroke I gaue him cause to die a speedie death He left me cause to wish a speedie death Oh that sweete face painted with natures dye Those roseall checks mizt with a snowy white That decent necke surpassing yuorie Those comely brests which Venus well might spite Are like to snares which wylie fowlers wrought Wherein my yeelding heart is prisoner cought The golden tresses of her daintie haire Which shine like rubies glittering with the sunne Haue so entrapt poore Locrines louesick heart That from the same no way it can be wonne How true is that which oft I heard declard One dramme of ioy must haue a pound of care Estr. Hard is their fall who from a golden crown Are cast into a sea of wretchednesse Loc. Hard is their thrall who by Cupids frowne Are wrapt in waues of endlesse carefulnesse Estr. Oh kingdome obiect to all miseries Loc. Oh loue the extreemst of all extremities Let him go into his chaire A sold. My Lord in ransacking the Scithian tents I found this Ladie and to manifest That earnest zeale I beare vnto your grace I here present her to your maiestie Another sold. He lies my Lord I found the Ladie first And here present her to your maiestie 1. Sold. Presumptuous villaine wilt thou take my prize 2. Sol. Nay rather thou depriuest me of my right 1. Sol. Resigne thy title catiue vnto me Or with my sword I le pearce thy cowards loines 2. Sol. Soft words good sir t is not inogh to speak A barking dog doth

meate some meate some meate Strum. O alasse sir ye are deceiued I am not Mercury I am Strumbo Hum. Giue me som meat vilain giue me some meat Or gainst this rock I le dash thy cursed braines And rent thy bowels with my bloodie hands Giue me some meat villaine giue me some meat Strum. By the faith of my bodie good fellow I had rather giue an whole oxe then that thou shuldst serue me in that sort Dash out my braines O horrible terrible I thinke I haue a quarry of stones in my pocket Let him make as though hee would giue him some and as he putteth out his hand enter the ghoast of Albanact and strike him on the hand and so Strumbo runnes out Humber following him Exit Alba. ghost Loe here the gift of fell ambition Of vsurpation and of trecherie Loe here the harmes that wait vpon all those That do intrude themselues in others lands Which are not vnder their dominion Exit The 4. Scene Enter Locrine alone Loc. Seuen yeares hath aged Corineus liu'd To Locrines griefe and faire Estrildas woe And seuen yeares more he hopeth yet to liue Oh supreme Ioue annihilate this thought Should he enioy the aires fruition Should he enioy the benefit of life Should he contemplate the radiant sonne That makes my life equall to dreadfull death Venus conuay this monster fro the earth That disobeieth thus thy sacred hests Cupid conuay this monster to darke hell That disanulls thy mothers sugred lawes Mars with thy target all beset wiih flames With murthering blade bereaue him of his life That hindreth Locrine in his sweetest ioyes And yet for all his diligent aspect His wrathfull eies piercing like Linces eies VVell haue I ouermatcht his subtiltie Nigh Deucolitum by the pleasant Lee where brackish Thamis slides with siluer streames Making a breach into the grassie downes A curious arch of costly marble fraught Hath Locrine framed vnderneath the ground The walls whereof garnish with diamonds VVith ophirs rubies glistering emeralds And interlast with sun-bright carbuncles Lighten the roome with artificiall day And from the Lee with water-flowing pipes The moisture is deriu'd into this arch VVhere I haue placed faire Estrild secretly Thither eftsoones accompanied with my page I couertly visit my harts desire VVithout suspition of the meanest eie For loue aboundeth still with pollicie And thither still meanes Locrine to repaire Till Atropos cut off mine vncles life Exit The 5. Scene Enter Humber alone saying Hum. O vita miserolonga faelici breuis Eheu malorem fames extremum malum Long haue I liued in this desart caue VVith eating hawes and miserable rootes Deuouring leaues and beastly excrements Caues were my beds and stones my pillow beares Feare was my sleep and horror was my dreame For still me thought at euery boisterous blast Now Locrine comes now Humber thou must die So that for feare and hunger Humbers minde Can neuer rest but alwaies trembling stands O what Danubius now may quench my thirst VVhat Euphrates what lightfoot Euripus May now allaie the furie of that heat VVhich raging in my entralls eates me vp You gastly diuels of the ninefold Stickes You damned ghoasts of ioylesse Acheron You mournfull soules vext in Abissus vaults You coleblack diuels of Auernas pond Come with your fleshhooks rent my famisht arms These armes that haue sustaind their maisters life Come with your raisours rippe my bowels vp VVith your sharp fireforks crack my sterued bones Vse me as you will so Humber may not liue Accursed gods that rule the starry poles Accursed Ioue king of the cursed gods Cast downe your lightning on poore Humbers head That I may leaue this deathlike life of mine VVhat heare you not and shall not Humber die Nay I will die though all the gods say nay And gentle Aby take my troubled corps Take it and keep it from all mortall eies That none may say when I haue lost my breath The very flouds conspirde gainst Humbers death Fling himselfe into the riuer Enter the ghoast of Albanact Encaedem sequitur caedes in caede quiesco Humber is dead ioy heauens leap earth dance trees Now maist thou reach thy apples Tantalus And with them feed thy hunger-bitten limmes Now Sisiphus leaue rumbling of thy rock And rest thy restlesse bones vpon the same Vnbind Ixion cruell Rhadamanth And laie proud Humber on the whirling wheele Backe will I post to hell mouth Taenarus And passe Cocitas to the Elysian fields And tell my father Brutus of these newes Exit The 5. Act Scene 1. Enter Ate as before Iason leading Creons daughter Medea following hath a garland in her hand and putting it on Creons daughters head setteth it on fire and then killing Iason and her departeth Ate Non tam Tincriis excestnat Aetna cauernis Laesae furtino quam cor mulieris amore Medea seeing Iason leaue her loue And choose the daughter of the Thebane king Went to her diuellish charmes to worke reuenge And raising vp the triple Hecate With all the rout of the condemned fiends Framed a garland by her magick skill With which she wrought Iason and Creons ill So Guendoline seeing her selfe misvs'd And Humbers paramour possesse her place Flies to the dukedome of Cornubia And with her brother stout Thrasimachus Gathering a power of Cornish souldiers Giues battaile to her husband and his hoste Nigh to the riuer of great Mertia The chances of this dismall massacre That which insueth shortly will vnfold Exit The 2. Scene Enter Locrine Camber Assarachus Thrasimachus Assa. But tell me cousin died by brother so Now who is left to helplesse Albion That as a piller might vphold our state That might strike terror to our daring foes Now who is left to haplesse Brittanie That might defend her from the barbarous hands Of those that still desire her ruinous fall And seeke to worke her downfall and decaie Cam. I vncle death is our common enemie And none but death can match our matchles power Witnesse the fall of Albioneus crewe Witnesse the fall of Humber and his Hunnes And this foule death hath now increast our woe By taking Corineus from this life And in his roome leauing vs worlds of care Thra. But none may more bewaile his mournful hearse Then I that am the issue of his loines Now foule befall that cursed Humbers throat That was the causer of his lingring wound Lo. Teares cannot raise him from the dead again But wher 's my Ladie mistresse Guendoline Thra. In Cornwall Locrine is my sister now Prouiding for my fathers funerall Lo. And let her ther prouide her mourning weeds And mourne for euer her owne widdow-hood Ner shall she come within our pallace gate To countercheck braue Locrine in his loue Go boy to Deucolitum downe the Lee Vnto the arch where louely Estrild lies Bring her and Sabren strait vnto the court She shall be queene in Guendolinas roome Let others waile for Corineus death I meane not so to macerate my minde For him that bard me from my