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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

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. LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede 1595 The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine the eldest sonne of King Brutus discoursing the warres of the Britaines and Hunnes with their discomfiture the Britaines victory with their accidents and the death of Albanact The first Act Scene 1. Enter Atey with thunder and lightning all in black with a burning torch in one hand and a bloodie swoord in the other hand and presently let there come foorth a Lion running after a Beare or any other beast then come foorth an Archer who must kill the Lion in a dumbe show and then depart Remaine Atey Atey In paenam sectatur Vmbra A Mightie Lion ruler of the woods Of wondrous strength and great proportion With hideous noyse scarring the trembling trees With yelling clamors shaking all the earth Trauerst the groues and chast the wandring beasts Long did he raunge amid the shadie trees And draue the silly beasts before his face When suddeinly from out a thornie bush A dreadfull Archer with his bow ybent Wounded the Lion with a dismall shaft So he him stroke that it drew forth the blood And fild his furious heart with fretting yre But all in vaine he threatneth teeth and pawes And sparkleth fire from forth his flaming eies For the sharpe shaft gaue him a mortall wound So valiant Brute the terror of the world Whose only lookes did scarre his enemies The Archer death brought to his latest end Oh what may long abide aboue this ground In state of blisse and healthfull happinesse Exit The first Act. Scene 2. Enter Brutus carried in a chaire Locrine Camber Albanact Corineius Guendelin Assaracus Debon Thrasimachus Brutus Most loyall Lords and faithful followers That haue with me vnworthie Generall Passed the greedie gulfe of Ocean Leauing the confines of faire Italie Behold your Brutus draweth nigh his end And I must leaue you though against my will My sinewes shrunke my numbed sences faile A chilling cold possesseth all my bones Blacke vgly death with visage pale and wanne Presents himselfe before my dazeled eies And with his dart prepared is to strike These armes my Lords these neuer daunted armes That oft haue queld the courage of my foes And eke dismayd my neighbours arrogancie Now yeeld to death orelaid with crooked age Deuoyd of strength and of their proper force Euen as the lustie cedar worne with yeares That farre abroad her daintie odore throwes Mongst all the daughters of proud Lebanon This heart my Lords this neare appalled heart That was a terror to the bordring lands A dolefull scourge vnto my neighbor Kings Now by the weapons of vnpartiall death Is cloue asunder and bereft of life As when the sacred oake with thunderbolts Sent from the fiery circuit of the heauens Sliding along the aires celestiall valts Is rent and clouen to the verie rootes In vaine therefore I strangle with this foe Then welcome death since God will haue it so Assar. Alasse my Lord we sorrow at your case And greeue to see your person vexed thus But what so ere the fates determind haue It lieth not in vs to disanull And he that would annihillate his minde Soaring with Icarus too neare the Sunne May catch a fall with yoong Bellerophon For when the fatall sisters haue decreed To seperate vs from this earthly mould No mortall force can countermaund their minds Then worthie Lord since ther 's no way but one Cease your laments and leaue your grieuous mone Corin. Your highnesse knows how many victories How many trophees I erected haue Tryumphantly in euery place we came The Grecian Monarke warlike Pandrassus And all the crew of the Molossians Goffarius the arme strong King of Gaules And all the borders of great Aquitane Haue felt the force of our victorious armes And to their cost beheld our chiualrie Where ere Ancora handmayd of the Sunne Where ere the Sun-bright gardiant of the day Where ere the ioyfull day with chearfull light Where ere the light illuminates the word The Troyans glorie flies with golden wings Wings that do soare beyond fell enuious flight The fame of Brutus and his followers Pearceth the skies and with the skies the throne Of mightie Ioue Commaunder of the world Then worthie Brutus leaue these sad laments Comfort your selfe with this your great renowne And feare not death though he seeme terrible Brutus Nay Corinus you mistake my mynd In construing wrong the cause of my complaints I feard to yeeld my selfe to fatall death Cod knowes it was the least of all my thought A greater care torments my verie bones And makes me tremble at the thought of it And in you Lordings doth the substance lie Thrasi. Most noble Lord if ought your loyall peers Accomplish may to ease your lingring grief I in the name of all protest to you That we will boldly enterprise the same Were it to enter to black Tartarus Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throte Scarreth the ghoasts with high resounding noyse We le either rent the bowels of the earth Searching the entrailes of the brutish earth Or with his Ixions ouerdaring soone Be bound in chaines of euer during steele Bru. Thē harken to your soueraigns latest words In which I will vnto you all vnfold Our royall mind and resolute intent When golden Hebe daughter to great Ioue Couered my manly cheeks with youthful downe Th' vnhappie slaughter of my lucklesse sire Droue me and old Assarachus mine eame As exiles from the bounds of Italy So that perforce we were constraind to flie To Graecians Monarke noble Pandrassus There I alone did vndertake your cause There I restord your antique libertie Though Grecia fround and all Mollossia stormd Though braue Antigonus with martiall band In pitched field encountred me and mine Though Pandrassus and his contributories With all the rout of their confederates Sought to deface our glorious memorie And wipe the name of Troians from the earth Him did I captiuate with this mine arme And by compulsion forcst him to agree To certain artickles which there we did propound From Graecia through the boisterous Hellespont We came vnto the fields of Lestrigon Whereas our brother Corineius was Which when we passed the Cicillian gulfe And so transfretting the Illician sea Arriued on the coasts of Aquitane Where with an armie of his barbarous Gaules Goffarius and his brother Gathelus Encountring with our hoast sustaind the foile And for your sakes my Turnus there I lost Turnus that slew six hundreth men at armes All in an houre with his sharpe battle-axe From thence vpon the strons of Albion To Corus hauen happily we came And queld the giants comne of Albions race With Gogmagog sonne to Samotheus The cursed Captaine of that damned crew And in that I le at

marry her therefore No I scorne her and you and you I I scorne you all Oliu. You will not haue her then Strum. No as I am a true gentleman VVil. Then wil we schoole you ere you and we part hence Enter Margerie and snatch the staffe out of her brothers hand as he is fighting Strum. I you come in pudding time or else I had drest them Mar. You master sausebox lobcock cockscomb you slopsauce lickfingers will you not heare Strum. Who speake you too me Mar. I sir to you Iohn lack honestie little wit is it you that will haue none of me Strum. No by my troth mistresse nicebice how fine you cā nickname me I think you were broght vp in the vniuersitie of bridewell you haue your rhetorick so ready at your toongs end as if you were neuer well warned when your were yoong Mar. Why then goodman cods-head if you wil haue none of me farewell Strum. If you be so plaine mistresse drigle dragle fare you well Mar. Nay master Strumbo ere you go from hence we must haue more words you will haue none of me They both fight Strum. Oh my head my head leaue leaue leaue I will I will I will Mar. Vpon that condition I let thee alone Oliu. How now master Strumbo hath my daughter taught you a new lesson Strum. I but heare you goodman Oliuer it will not bee for my ease to haue my head broken euerie day therefore remedie this and we shall agree Oli. Well zonne well for you are my zonne now all shall be remedied daughter be friends with him Shake hands Strum. You are a sweet nut the diuel crack you Maisters I thinke it be my lucke my first wife was a louing quiet wench but this I thinke would weary the diuell I would she might be burnt as my other wife was If not I must runne to the halter for help O codpeece thou hast done thy maister this it is to be medling with warme plackets Exeunt The 5. Scene Enter Locrine Camber Corineus Thrasimachus Assarachus Loc. Now am I garded with an hoste of men VVhose hautie courage is inuincible Now am I hembde with troupes of souldiers Such as might force Bellona to retire And make her tremble at their puissance Now sit I like the mightie god of warre VVhen armed with his coat of Adament Mounted his charriot drawne with mighty bulls He droue the Argiues ouer Xanthus streames Now cursed Humber doth thy end draw nie Downe goes the glorie of his victories And all his fame and all his high renowne Shall in a moment yeeld to Locrines sword Thy bragging banners crost with argent streames The ornaments of thy pauillions Shall all be captiuated with this hand And thou thy selfe at Albanactus tombe Shalt offred be in satisfaction Of all the wrongs thou didst him when he liu'd But canst thou tell me braue Thrasimachus How farre we are distant from Humbers campe Thra. My Lord within your foule accursed groue That beares the tokens of our ouerthrow This Humber hath intrencht his damned campe March on my Lord because I long to see The trecherous Scithians squeltring in their gore Locri. Sweet fortune fauour Locrine with a smile That I may venge my noble brothers death And in the midst of stately Troinonant I le build a temple to thy deitie Of perfect marble and of Iacinthe stones That it shall passe the high Pyramides VVhich with their top surmount the firmament Cam. The armestrong ofspring of the doubted knight Stout Hercules Alcmenas mightie sonne That tamde the monsters of the threefold world And rid the oppressed from the tyrants yokes Did neuer shew such valiantnesse in fight As I will now for noble Albanact Cori. Full foure score yeares hath Corineus liu'd Sometime in warre sometime in quiet peace And yet I feele my selfe to be as strong As erst I was in sommer of mine age Able to tosse this great vnwildie club VVhich hath bin painted with my foemens brains And with this club I le breake the strong arraie Of Humber and his stragling souldiers Or loose my life amongst the thickest prease And die with honour in my latest daies Yet ere I die they all shall vnderstand VVhat force lies in stout Corineus hand Thra. And if Thrasimachus detract the fight Either for weaknesse or for cowardise Let him not boast that Brutus was his eame Or that braue Corineus was his sire Loc. Then courage souldiers first for your safetie Next for your peace last for your victory Exeunt Sound the alarme Enter Hubba and Segar at one doore and Corineus at the other Cori. Art thou that Humber prince of fugitiues That by thy treason slewst yoong Albanact Hub. I am his sonne that slew yoong Albanact And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian I le send thy soule vnto the Stigian lake There to complaine of Humbers iniuries Cori. You triumph sir before the victorie For Corineus is not so soone slaine But cursed Scithians you shall rue the day That ere you came into Albania So perish that they enuie Brittaines wealth So let them die with endlesse infamie And he that seekes his soueraignes ouerthrow Would this my club might aggrauate his woe Strikes them both downe with his club Enter Humber Where may I finde some desart wildernesse Where I may breath out curses as I would And scare the earth with my condemning voice Where euerie ecchoes repercussion May helpe me to bewaile mine ouerthrow And aide me in my sorrowfull laments Where may I finde some hollow vncoth rocke Where I may damne condemne and ban my fill The heauens the hell the earth the aire the fire And vtter curses to the concaue skie Which may infect the aiery regions And light vpon the Brittain Locrines head You vgly sprites that in Cocitus mourne And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments Yea fearfull dogs that in black Lathe howle And scare the ghoasts with your wide open throats You vgly ghoasts that flying from these dogs Do plunge your selues in Puryflegiton Come all of you and with your shriking notes Accompanie the Brittaines conquering hoast Come fierce Erinnis horrible with snakes Come vgly Furies armed with your whippes You threefold iudges of black Tartarus And all the armie of you hellish fiends With new found tormēts rack proud Locrines bones O gods and starres damned be the gods starres That did not drowne me in faire Thetis plaines Curst be the sea that with outragious waues With surging billowes did not riue my shippes Against the rocks of high Cerannia Or swallowed me into her watrie gulfe Would God we had arriu'd vpon the shore Where Poliphlemus and the Cyclops dwell Or where the bloodie Anthropomphagie With greedie iawes deuours the wandring wights Enter the ghoast of Albanact But why comes Albanacts bloodie ghoast To bring a corsiue to our miseries I st not inough to suffer shamefull flight But we must be tormented now with ghoasts With apparitions fearfull to behold Ghoast Reuenge reuenge for blood Hum. So nought wil

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