THE

TRAGEDY

OF

L 0 C R l N E,

ELDEST SON

OF

KING BRUTUS.

By Mr. W i l l i a m fSn a ke sp e a r.

L 0 N D O ^^^^2

Printed for J. To n s o n, and the reft of the Prop r i e t ors , and Ibid by the Booklciicrs of Loff'l'?t 2.k\ JVef^T/jhf^er,

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Dramatis Perfon^.

BRUTUS, King ef Britain, Locrinc, J Camber, > his Sons. Albanad:, J

Corineius, Urothers to ^vnt^.. Aliarachus, 3

Thrafimachus, Corineius his Son. Debon, an elder Officer, , Humber, King of the Scythians. Hubba, his Son.

Thrafller, a Scythian Commander, Strum bo, TromparrX ^

Oliver, ,..C™ , .

Guendeiine, Corineius %is * Daughter^ ' 'm/tfried

Locrine. .'T I *• { }

Eftrild, Hamheylmfe, * Ate, fbiGodd^s ije'^^jp^.'*.* 7 Gho/Is of Albana^, /r?7^ Corineii!$,

THE

TRAGEDY

O F

0 C R I N E.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Dumb Sbevj,

Enter Ate, mth Thunder and Lightmng, all in black.roith a burning Torch in one Hand, and a bloody Sro or d in the ether Hand\ and prefently let there come forth a Lion running after a Bear, then come forth an Archer, rvho muft kill the Lion in a dumb Show, and then depart* Remain Ate,

ATE.

In posnam feSlatur ^ Umbra,

Mighty Lion» Ruler of the Woods, Of wondrous Strength and great P'Toportlon, With hideous Noife, fearing the rrembling Trees,

With yelling Clamours fhaking all the Earth, Traverftthe Groves, and chac'd the wandring .Bea^s, Long did he range among the fhady Tree6\ And drave the filly Beafts before his Face ;

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When fuddenly from out a thorny Bulh

A dreadful Archer with his Bow ybent,

Wounded the Lion with a difmaV Shaft,

So he him ftiook, that it drew forth the Blood,

Andfill'd his furious Heart with fretting Irej

But all in vain he thrcaneth Teeth and Paws,

Andiparkleth Fire from forth his flaming Eyes,

For the fharp Shaft gave him a mortal Wound.

So valiant Brute, the Terror of the World,

Whofe only Looks did fcare his Enemies,

The Archer Death brought to his lateft .end. ,

O what may long abide above this Ground,

In State of Blifs and healthful Happinefs 1 [EJfi^.

S C E N E 11.

lEnter Brutus carrhd in n Chair, Locrine, Cambeit' Albanaa, Corincius, Guendeline, Aflaracus, Debon, ami Thrafimachus.

Bru, Moft loyal Lords, z€id faithful Followers, That have with me, unworthy General, Faffed the greedy Gulf of th'Oc#an, Leaving the Confines of fair Italy, Behold, your Brutus dravverh nigh his end, And I muft leave you, though againft my Will; My Sinews (lirunk, my numbered Senfesfail, A chilling cold pofiefTcth all my Bones, Black ugly Death with Vifage pale and wan, Prefentshimfelf before my dazled Eyes, And with his Dart prepared is to flrike: Thefe Arms, my Lords, thcfe never-daunted Arms, That oft havequeird the Courage of my Foes, And ekedifmay'd my Neighbour's Arrogance, Now yield to Death o'eriaid with crooked Age, Devoid of Streni^th and of their proper Force> Even as thelufty Cedar worn with Years, That far abroad her dainty Odour throws, 'Mongft all the Daughters of proud Lebanon, This Heart my Lords, this ne'er appalled Heart, That was a Terror to the bordering Lands, A doleful Scourge umo my neighbour Kings,

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Now by the Weapons of unpartial Deatli

Is clove afunder, and bereft ol: LiFei

As when the facred Oak with Thunder-bolts,

Sent from the fiery Circuit of the Heav'ns,

Sliding along the Air's celeftial Vaults,

Is rent and cloven to the very Roots.

In vain therefjre I ftrugglc with this Foe, i Then welcome Death, lince God will have it io, jlJfAY, Alas, my Lord, we forrow at your Cafe,

And grieve to fee your Perfon vexed thus 5

But whatfoe'er the Fates detcrmin'd have, ' It lieth not in us to difannul;

And he that would annihilate his Mind, ' Soaring with Icarus too near the Sun, I May catch a fall with young Bellerofhon, \ for when the fatal Sillers have decreed ' To feparate us from this earthly Mold, I No mortal Force can countermand their Minds. ' Then worthy Lord, fince there's no way but one,

Ceafe'your Laments, and leave your- grievous Mom. I Cor. Your Highnefs knows how many Vidories,

How many Trophies I eredted have

Triumphantly in every place we came. \ Hht Grecian Mona'-ch, warlike Vandrajfus,

"And all the Crew of the Molojftans ; I GoffariHi the arm-ftrong King of Gauls,

Have felt the Force of our vidorious Arms, , And to their Coft beh'rid our Chivalry : ! Where-e'er Aurora, Handmaid of the Sun,

Where-eVr the Sun, bright Guardian of the Day,

yhcre-e'er the joyful Day with cheerful Light, ? Whcre-e'er the L'ght illuminates the World,

I The Trojarts Glory flies with golden Wings, Wings that do foar beyond fell cnvioas flight, Thelame of ^r«r«; and his f )llowcrs Picrceththe Skies, and with the Skies the Throne Of mighty Jove, Commander of the World. Then, worthy Brutus, leave thef^ fad Laments, I Comfort yourfelf with this your great Renown, I And fear not Death, though' he fbems terrible.

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Br«. Nay, Corineius, you miftake my Mind, In conftruing wrong the Caufe of my Complaints; i fear'd nbtt'yi'eld myfelf to fatal Death, God knows it was the leaft of all my Thoughtsj A greater Care torments n^y very Bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of if. And in your Lordings both the Subftance lie.

Thra, Mod noble Lord, if aughc your Loyal Peers Accomplifh may, to eale your lingring Grief, I, in the naaie of all, prorell to you, That we would boldly entcrpri2.e the 6mc, Were it to enter lo black Tartansf, Where triple C^r^er«f with his venomous Throat, Scareth theGhofts with high rcfbunding Noifc : We'll either rent the Bowels of the Earth, Searching the Entrails of the brutifh Earth, Or with his Ixlorjs overdaring foon. Be bound in Chains of ever-during Steel.

Bru Then hearken to your Sovereign's lateft Word?^ In which I will unto you all unfold. Our Royal Mind and refblute Intent. When golden Heh, Daughter to great y^-u^, Cover'd my manly Cheeks with youthful Down, Th' unhappy Slaughter of my lucklefs Sire, Drove me and old Ajfctrachus mine Eame, As Ex les from the Bounds of Italy, So that perforce we wereconftrain'd to fly To Grecians Monarch, noble Pandrajfus, Tnere I alone did undertake your Caufe, There I reftor'd your antique Liberty, Though Grecia frown'd, and old MolcJJia ftorm'd. Though brave Antigonus, with martial Band, In pitched Field encountred me and mine. Though ?andrajfns and his Contributarics, With all the routs of their Confederates, Sought to deface our glorious Memory, And wipe the Name of Trojans from the Earthy Him did I captivate with this mine Arm, ■And by Compulfion forc'd him to agree To certain Articles, which there wc did propound.

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From GrecU through the boifterous HdUffont,

Wc came into the Fields of Leftrigon^

Whereat our Brother Corimius was i

Which when wc pafTed theCicilian Gulf,

And fo transhecting the Illician Sea,

Arrived on the Coad of Aquitctin 5

Where with an Army of his barbarous Gauh

Co farms and his Brother Gathelus

Encountring with our Hoft, fuftain'd the Foil,

And for your fakes niy Turnus there 1 loft,

Turnus that flew fix hundred Men at Arms,

All in an Hour, with his fbarp Battle Axe.

From thence upon the ftronds of Albion

To Corns Haven happily we came,

And queli'd the Giants, come of Anion's Race,

With Gogmagog^ Son to SAnjotheusy

The curfed Captain of that damned Crew, ■

And in that Iflc at length I placed you.

Now let me lee, if my laborious Toils,

If all my Care, if all my grievous Wounds,

If all my Diligence were well employed.

Cor. When firft I followed thee and thine, brave King, I hazarded my Life and dearcft Blood, To purchafe Favour at your Princely Hands, And for the fame in dangerous Attempts, In fundry Conflidls, and in divers Broils, 1 fliew'd the Courage of my manly Minds For this I combated with Gathelusy The Brother to Goffkriuso^ Gaul-, For this I fought with furious Gcgmagog^ A favage Captain of a favage Crew j And for iheie Deeds brave Cornix>all I receiv'd A grateful Gift giv'n by a gracious King 5 And for this Gift, this Life and deareft Blood WiW Cor in ejus fpend for Brutus' good.

Deb. And what my Friend, brave Prince, hath vow'd to you. The lame will Debori do unto his endi

Bru, Then, Loyal Peers, fince you are all agreed. And refolutc to follow Brums* Hofts,

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Favour my Sons, favour thofe Orphans, Lords,

And fhield them from the Dangers of their Foes.

Lccrine, the Column of my Family,

And only Pillar of my weakened Age;

Locrine, draw near, draw near unto thy Sire,

And talce thy lareft Bleflings at his hands:

And, for thou an the cldeft of my Sons,

Be thou a Captain to thy Brethren,

And imitate thy aged Father's fteps,

Which will condudt thee to true Honour's Gate :

For if thou follow facred Virtue's lore.

Thou (hale be crowned with a Laurel- Branch,

And wear a Wreath of fempiternal Fame,

Sorted amongft the glorious happy ones.

Loc, If Locrine do not follow your Advicp, And bear himfelf in all things like a Prince That fceks to amplify the great Renown, Left unto him for an Inheritance, By thofe that were his Anceflors, Let me be flung into the Ocean, And fwallow'd in the Bowels of the Earth. Or let the ruddy Lightning of great Jove^ Dcfcend upon this my devoted Head.

[Brutus taking Guendeline by the ^ Hand,

Bru. But for 1 fee you all to be in doubr, Who fliall be matched with our Royal Son, Locrine^ receive this Prefent at my hand j A Gift more rich than are the wealthy Mines Found in the Bowels of America, Thou fhall be fpoufed to fair Guendeline : Love her, and take her, for flie is thine own, If fo thy Uncle and herfelf do pleafe.

Cor. And herein how your Highnefs honours me, Ic cannot now be in my Speech expreft; For careful Parents glory not fo much At their own Jionour and Promotion, As for to fee the llTue of their Blood Seated in Honour and Profperiry.

Guen. And far be it from my pure maiden Thoughts To contradidt her aged Father's Will,

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Therefore fincc he to whom I mufl: obey. Hath giv'n me now unto your Royal felf, I v/ill not ftmd aloof from off the lure. Life crafty Dames that moft of all deny That, which they moft delire to pofleis.

[Brutus turning to Locrine.

[Locrine kntding. Then now my Son thy part is on the Stage, For thou muft bear the Peribn of a King.

\?Ht$ the Croxon on his Head. Locrine ftand up, and wear the regal Crown, And think upon the State of Majefty, That thou with Honour well may'ft wear the Crown, And if thou tenderefl thefe my larcfl: Words, As thou requir'ft my Soul to be at reft, As thou defireft thine own Security, Cherifli and love thy new betrothed Wife.

J.oc. No longer hi me well enjoy the Crown, Than I do peerlefs G«e«^e/i«e.

Bru Cumber,

Camb, My Lord.

Bru, The Glory of mine Age, Ard Darling of thy Mother Junoger, Take thou the South for thy Dominion : From thee there fliall proceed a Royal Race, That fliall maintain the Honour of this Land, And fway the regal Sceptre with their Hands.

[Turning to Albanaifl. And AlbanaB thy Father's only joy, Youngeft in Years, bur not the young'ft in min45 A perfedl Pattern of all Chivalry, Take thou North for thy Dominion, A Country full of Hills and ragged Rocks, Rcpleniflied with fierce untamed Beafts, As correfpondent to thy martial Thoughts. " Live long my Sons with endlefs Happinefs, Afid bear firm Concordance among your felves, Obey the Counfels of thefe Fathers grave. That you may better bear out Violence. But fuddenly, through Wcaknefs of my Age,

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And the defc6t of youthful Pui^Tance^

My Malady increaftth more and more,

And cruel Death hallenefh his quic^ncd pace,

To difpolTeis me of my earthly Shape >

Mine Eyes wax dim, o'ercaft with Clouds of AgCa

The pangs of Death com pais my crazed Bones.

Thus to you all my Bleflings I bequeath,

And with my BlelTmgs, this my fleeting Soul.

My Glafs is run, and all my Miferies

Do end with Life; Death clofeth up mine Eyes,

My Soul in hade flies to the llyjian Fields. [^He dies*

Loc. Accurfed Stars, damnM and accurfed Stars, T'abbrcviate my noble Father's Life, Hard-hearted Gods, and too too envious Fates, Thus to cut off my Father's fatal Thread, Brutus that was a Glory to us all, Brutus that was a Terror to his Foes, Alas too foon by Demogorgon's Knife, The martial Brutus '\s bereft of Life. No iad Complaints may move juft JE*/ir«i.

Cor. No dreadful Threats can fear Judge Khadamttnth, Wert thou as ftrong as mighty Hercules^ That tamed the huge Monfters of the World, Plaid'ft thou as fweer, on the fwect-foundingLute, As did the Spoufe of fair Eurydice, That did enchant the Waters with his Noife, And made the Stones, Birds, Beafts, to lead a Dance, Conflrain'd the hilly Trees to follow him, Thou could'ft not move the ]udge of EreBus, 'Kor move CompalTion in grim Fluto's Heart, For fatal Mors expcdte h all the World, And every Man muft tread the v/.ny of Death 5 Brave Tantalus, the valiapt Pelops' Sire, Guefb to tbe Gods, ilftt^r'd untimely Death, And oki Tithonus, Huiband :o the Morn, And eke grim Minos, wliom juft Jufiter Deign'd to admit unto his Sacrifice, The thundring Trumpets of Blood-thirfty Man, 'i'he fearful Rage of kll Tijifhoen, I'iie boi^ergu3 Waves of humid Oceaq*

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Are Inftruments and Tools of difmal Death. Then, noble Coufin, ccafe to mourn his chance, Whofe Age and Years were Signs that he fliould die. It reftcrh now that we inter his Bones, That was a Terror to his Enemies. Take up his Corfe, and Princes hold him dead, Who while he liv'd, upheld the Tro\m State. Sound Drums and Trumpets, march to Troinovant, There to provide our Chieftain's Funeral. [Exennt.

SCENE III,

Enter Strumbo a^ove in a Gown, with Ink and Paper In his Hand,

Strumb. Either the four Elements, the fevcn Planets and all the particular Stars of the Pole Antartick, areadvcifa- tive againft me, or elfe I was begotten and born in the Wain of the Moon, when every thing, as LaEiantins ia his fourth Book of Conftultationsdoth fa/jgoetharfward. Ay Mafters, ay, you may laugh, but I mufl: weep ^ you may joy, but I muft fbrrow; fliedding fait Tears troni the watry Fountains of my moll dainty fair Eyes, along my comely and fmooth Cheeks, in as great plenty as the Water ruuneth from theBuckir.g-tubs, or red Wine out of the Hogs-heads : for truft me, Gentlemen and my ve- ry good Friends, and fo forth: the little God, nay the de- fper ate God C«/>r/V, with one of hisvengible Birds bolts, hath Ihot me unto the Heel; fo not only, but alfo, oh, fine phrafe, I burn, I burn, and I burn a, in love, in love, and in love a, ah Strumbo, v/hat had thou feen, not Vina with the AfsTo/^ f Yea, with thefeEyes thou haft fecn her, and therefore pull them out, for they will work thy Bail. Ah, Strumbo, haft thou heard of the Voice of the Nightingale, but a Voice fweeter than hers, yea, with thefe Ears haft thou heard them, and therefore cut them off, for they have caus'd thy forrow. Nay, Strumbo, kill thy feif, drown thy felf, hang thy felf, flarve thy felf. Oh, but then I (hall leave my Sweet-heart. Oh my Heart! Now Pate fgr t)jy Matter, I will diteaa aliquant Lo 'e-

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p'O-le to Her. and then fhe hearing the grand verbofity of my Scripture, will love me prefcntly.

\Lh him write a little, and then read. My Pen is naught, Gentlemen, lend me a Knife,! think the more hafte the worft fpeed.

[Then write again, and after read.

So it is, MiftrefsDoror/7y,and the fole effence of my Soul, that ' he little fparklesof affedion kindled in me towards your fwe^: f 1 hath now encreas'd to a great Flame, and will e'er it be long confam*e my poor Heart, except you with the pleafant Water of your fecret Fountain, queach the furious Heat of the fame. Alas, I am a Gentleman of good Fame, and Name, majeflical, in Apparel comely, in Gait portly. Let not therefore your gentle Heart be fo hard, as to defpife a proper tall young Man of ahandfome Life, and by delpifing him, not only, but alfoto kill him. Thus expsding Time and Tide, 1 bid you fare //ell. Ycur Servant, Signior Strum bo.

Oh Wir, O Pate.O Memory, O Hand, O Ink, O Paper ! Well, now I will fend it away Trompart, TromfartA what Villain is this? Why Sirrah, come when your Mafter rails you. Tr em fart.

Trompart entring faith. Anon, Sir.

Strum. Thou knowefl:, my prerty Boy, what ^ good 'Mailer I hive been to thee ever Unce 1 took thee into zny Service.

Trcm. Ay, Sir.

Strum At\d how I havecherifhed thee always, as if thou hadfl: been the Fruits of my Loins, Fielhof my Flelh, and Bone of my Bone.

Trom. Ay, Sir.

5/r«w.Thcnfhewthyfelf herein a truHy Servant, and carry this Letter to Miflrefs Dorothy, and tell her— — [Speaking in his Ear. Exit Trompart.

Strum. Nay, Makers, you (hallfeea Marriage by and by. But here (he comes, Now mud I frame my amorous FaiTions.

Enter Dorothy and Trompart. ^ Dor, Signior Strombo, well met, 1 received your Letters hy your Man here, who told me a. pitiful Story of your

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anguifh* .and fo underftar.diog your PafTions were fo grear, I came hither fpcedily.

Strum, Oh, my fweet and Pigfney, the fecundity of my ingeny is not fo ^reat, that may declare unto you the forrowful Sobs and broken Sleeps that I fufFer'd for your fake J and therefore 1 defire you to receive me into your famiUarity.

Tor your Love doth lie, As near md as nigh:, Unto my Heart within,

mine Eye to my Nofe, My Leg unto my Hofe, And my Ilejh unto my Skin.

Df>r.Tru]y, Mr. Strumbo, you fpeak too learnedly for me to undcrftand the drift of your Mind, and therefare tel! your Tale in plain terms, and leave off your dark Riddles.

Strum, h\i^,yW^rc!s Dorothy, this is my luck, that when I moft would I cannot be underftood : fo that my great learning is an inconvenience unto m.e. But to fpeak in plain terms, 1 love you, Miftrefs Dorothy, if you like to accept me into your familiarity.

Dor. If this be all, I am. content.

[Turning to the VeofU ,

Strum, SayM thou fo, fweet Wench,lct me lick thy Toes. Farewel, Miftf efs. If any of you be in love, provide ye a Cap-Ca(efjllof new-coin'd word sand then fliallyou foon have the fuccado de labres, and-fomething elfe. [Exeunt,

SCENE IV.

Enter I .ocrine, Guendeline, Camber, Albanad, Corincias^ AlTarachus, Debon, and Thrafimachus.

Loc, Uncle and Princes of brave Brit any, Since that our noble Father is CRtombM, As bcft befeem'd fo brave a Prince as he ^ If fo yoii pleafe, this day my Love and Ij Within the Temple of Concord/a, Will folcmniie our Royal Marriage.

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T/^r^. Right noble Loird, your SubjeAs every one Muft needs obey your Highnefs at command, Eipecially in fuch a Caufe as this. That much concerns your Highnefs' great content*

L(?r. Then Frolick, Lordings, to fair Concord's Walls,' Where we wilJ pafs the Day in|Knighrly Sports* The Night in Dancing and in figur'd Masks, And offer to God Eifas all our Sports. [JixtHntl

A C T II. S C E N E I.

Enter Ate as before, after a little Lightning and Thundring^ let there come forth this Jhov^, Pcrfeus and Andromeda, hand in handy and Cepheus alfo with Swords andTar^ gets. Then let there come out of another Door Phincus, all black in Armour with ^Ethiopians after him, dri* mng in Perfeus, and having taken awa;^ Andromeda, let them depart, At^remainingyfays^

Regit omnia ntnnen,

WREl^ Ferfeus mzTYied hit Andromeda^ The only Daughter of King Cepheus. He thought he had eftablilh'd well his Crown, And that his Kingdom fhould for aye endure. But lo proud Fhineus, with a Band of Men, Contriv'd of Sun-burnt JEthlopians, By force of Arms the Bride he took from biml And turn'd their joy into a flood of tears. So fares it with young Locrine and his Love, He thinks this Marriage tendeth to his weal, But this foul day, this foul accurfed day. Is the beginning of his miferies. Behold where Humber and his Scythians Approacheth nigh with all his Warlike Train. 1 need not I, the feqael fhall declare, What tragick chances ftll out in uis War. f EavV.

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The T ragedy ef Locrinc i y SCENE IL

Humber, Hubba, Eftrild, Segar, and their Soldiers.

Humb. Ac length the Snail doth climb the bighcft tops, Afcending up the (lately Caftle- Walls; At length the Water with continual dropj. Doth penetrate the hardeft Marble- Stone At length we are arrived in Albion, Nor could the barbrrous Vacim Sovereign ^ Nor yet the Ruler of brave Bel^ia, Stay us from cutting over to thislfle; Whereas I hear a Troop of Phrygians, j Under the Condudl of Vofihumius* Son, Have pitch'd up Lordly Pavilions, And hope to profper in this lovely Ifle: But I will fruftrate all their foolifli Hope, And teach them that the Scythian Emperor Leads Fortune tied in a Chain of Gold, Conftraining her to yield unto his will, And grace him with their Regal Diadem : Which I will have, maugre their treble Hofls, And all the power their petty Kings can make.

Hub. If (he that rules fair Rhamnis* golden Gate^^ Grant us the Honour of the Victory, As hitherto (he always favocr'd us, Right noble Father, we will rule the Land, Enthronifed in Seats of Topaz.- ftoncs, That Locrine and his Brethren all may know,' None muft be King but Humber and his Son.

Hum. Courage my Son, Fortune fhall favour And yield to us the Coronet of Bays, That decketh none but noble Conquerors. But what {sLhhBfirild to thefe Regions? How liketh (he the temperature thereof? Are they not pleafant in her gracious Eyes?

JEj^.The Plains, my Lord, garni (li'd with F/cri»*s wcakb. And over-fpread with party-colour'd Fk)wers, Do yield fweet contentation to my mind j The airy Hills enclosed with fhady Groves, The Groves rcplcnilh'd with fweet chirping Birds,

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The Birds rofounding heav'nly Melody,

Are equal to the Groves of Thejjsly,

VJhtxtThcfbus with theft Icarrved Ladies nine,

Delight themrdves with Mufick*s Harmonj,

And from the moiflure of the Mountain-tops,

The fjlent Springs dance down with murmuring ftreamsj;

And water all the ground wirh cryftal Waves,

The gentle blafts of Eur us modeft Wind,

Moving the paltering Leaves of Sylvane's Woods,

Do equal it with Tempers Paradif^,

And thus conforted all to oneeffedl,

Do make me rh'nk thefe a'e the happy Ifles,

Mofb Fortunate if Hummer may them win.

Hui^. Madam, where Refolution leads the way. And Courage folio ws wi!:h embolden'd pace, Fortune can never ufe her Tyranny j For Valiantnefs is like unto a Rock That ftandeth on the Waves of Ocean, Which though the Billows beat on every fide, And Boreas fell with his tempeftuous Storms, Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamour, Yet it remaineth flill unmoveable.

HfirtJ, Kingly refoivM, thou glory of thy Sire, But, worthy 5f^^r, what uncouth novelties Bring'ft thou unto our Royal Mijcfty?

Seg. My Lord, the youngeft of all Brutus' Sons, Scout Albana5ij with millions of Men, Approachcth nigh, and mcaneth ere the Morn, To try your force by dint of fatal Sword.

HMm. Tut, let him come with millions of Hoftsj He fhill find entertainment good enough, Yea, fit for thofe that arc our Enemies : For we'll receive them at the Lances points, And malTacre their Bodies with our Blades: Yea, though they were in number infinite, More than the mighty Baiyloman Queen, Semiramis the Ruler of the Weft, Brought 'gainfl: the Emperor of the Scythians, Yer would wc not flart back one foot from them, That they might know we are invincible.

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Hub. Now by great yox'e, the fupreme King of Heaven, And the immortal Gods that live therein, When as the Morning fliews his chearful Face, And Lucifer mounted upon his Steed, Brings in the Chariot of the golden Sun., ril meet young JlbHnacl in th' open Field, And crack my Launce upon his Burganet, To try the Valour of his boyifh Strength: There will I fhew fuch ruthful ipedacles, And caufe fo great effufion of Blood, That all his Boys fliall wonder at my ftrength. As when the warlike Qaeen of Jwazons, PentheJiUit, armed with her Launce, Girt with a CorQet of bright fhining Steel, Coopt up the faint-heart Grm^«^ in the Camp.

Hum. Spoke like a warlike Knight, my noble Son, Nay, like a Prince that feeks his Father's Joy. Therefore to-morrow e'er fair Titan {hine, And bafhful Eos Meffenger of Light, Expels the liquid deep from out Mens Eyes, Thou flialt condud the right Wing of the Hoft, The lefc Wing fhall be under Segar's charge, The Rearward fliall be under me myfelf. And lovely EJiriU, fair and gracious. If Fortune favour me in mine attempts. Thou (halt be Queen of lovely Albion. Fortune fhall favour me in mine attemprs. And make thee Queen of lovely Albion. Come let us in and mufter up our Train, And furnifli up our lufty Soldiers, That they may be a Bulwark to our fiate, And bring our wifli'jd Joys to perfed end. [Exeuntn

SCENE III.

Enter Strumbo, Dorothy and Trompart, cobllng Shoes, and fmging,

Trom. We Coblers lead a merry life:

All. Dan t dan, dan, dan,

Sirumb. Void of all envy and flrlfe :

All.

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All. J>{in diddlt dan.

Dor. Our eafe is greats our Uhour fmM :

All. Dftnt dan, dan, dan,

Strumh.Andyet eur gains be much withal:

All. Dan, diddle, dan.

Dor. With this art fo fine and fair :

All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.

Trom. No occupation may compare :

All. Dan, diddle, dan.

Strumb. For merry pajlime and joyful glee:

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor. Mofl happy Men voe Coblers be :

Dan, diddle, dan. Trom. The Can (lands full of nappy Jle,

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Stfumb. In our Shop ftill toithoutenfail 5

Dan, diddle, dan. Dor. This is our Meat, this is our Food:

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Trom . This brings us to a merry mood :

Dan, diddle, dan. Strumb. Xfe/j makes us work for Company^

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor. To pull the Tankards chearfully :

Dan, diddle, dan. Trom. Drink to thy Husband, Dorothy,

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor, Why^ then Strumbo there'' 5 to thee :

Dan, diddle, dan. Strumb. Drink thou the refi Treropart, amain

Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor. H^en that is gone, we'll filfl again :

Dan, diddle, dan.

Enter Captain. Cap. The pooreft ftate is fartheft frQm annoy How merrily he litceth on his Stool : But when he fees that needs he muft be preft, He'll turn his note and iing another tune. Ho> y^"^ l^ave raafter Coblcr.

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Strnmb, You are welcome. Gentleman, what will yon any old Shoes or Buskins, or will you have your Shoes clouted ? I will do rhem as well as any Qoh\ti \T{Cathnes whatfoever. [Captain JhemnghirnVrefs-money,

Capt. O Mafter Cobler, you are far deceived in me, for done you fee this? I come not to buy any Shoes, but to b iy yourfelf J come, Sir, you muft be a Soldier in the King's Caufe.

Strumb, Why, but hear you, Sir, has your King any Cotnmifljon to take any Man againft his will? I promife you, I can fcant believe it,or did hegive youCommilTion ?

Capt. O Sir, you need not care for that, 1 need no Commifliofi : hold here, I command you in the name of our King Albana^, to appear to-morrow in the Towa* Houfe of Cathnes.

Stmmb, YiAtigNaBaballylcvy GoA mercy, what have we to do with him, or he with us? but you. Sir Matter Capontialjdraw your Paftboard, or eifc I promifc you, Til give you aCanvafado with aBaftinado over yourShoulders, and teach you to come hither with your Implements.

Cap, 1 pray thee good fellow be content, I do th« King's command.

Strumb, Put me out of your Book then.

Capt. I may not. [Strumbo fnatching up a ftaf.

5^r«w^.None willjCome, Sir, will your Stomach ferve you, by Cog\ blue hood and halidom, I will have a bout with you. [^f^^^ ^oth.

Enter Thrafimachus.

Thra.Uavi now,what noife,whatfudden clamour's this? How now, my Captain and the Cobler fo hard at it? Sir5, what is your quarrel ?

Capt, Nothing, Sir, but that he will not take Prefer money.

Thra. Here, good Fellow, take it at my command, Unlefs you mean to be ftretch'd.

Strumb, Truly, Mafler Gentleman, I lack no Money, if you pleafe I will refign ic to one of thefe poor Fellows.

Thra, No fuch matter, Look you, be at the common Houfe to-morrow.

[^"Exit Thrafin^achus and the Captain, Strnmb.

20 The Tragedy of Locrine.

Strum. O Wife, I have fpun a fair thread, if I had been quiet, I had not been pred, and therefore well may I lament: Bjt come firrah, (hut op, for wc muft to [he Wars. {Extmt.

SCENE IV.

- "Ent^r Albana(5i:, Debon, Thrafimachus, I<;r<//.

Alba. Brave Cavah'ers, Princes of Albany, Whofe trenchant Blades with oar deceafed Sire, Faffing the Frontiers of brave GrecU, Were bathed in oar Enemies lukewarm Blood, Now is the time to manifeft your wills, Your haughty minds and refolutions. Now opportunity is offered To cry your courage and your earnefl zeal, Which you always proteft to Albana^i j For at this time, yea, at this prcfcnt time, Stout Fugitives come from the Scythians bounds Have peftred every place with mutinies: But truft me, Lordings, I will never ceafe To perfecute the rafcal Runnagares, 'Till all the Rivers ftained with their Blood, Shall fully fhew their fatul Overthrow.

Deb. So fliall your Highnefs merit great renown, And imitate your aged Father's fleps.

Alba. But tell me, Coufin,cam'A thou thro' the Plains ? And'faw'ft thou there the fainr-heart Fugitives Muftring their Weather-beaten Soldiers, What order keep they in their marflialling ?

Thra. After we pail the Groves of Caledone^ We did behold the {kv^^'wg Scythians Camp Replcat with Men, flor'd with Mjnition 5 There might we fee the valiant-minded Kn-ghts Fetching Careers along the fpacious Plains, Ilumbcr and Htibba arm'd in azare blue, Mounted upon their Courfcrs white as Snov/, Went to behoM the pleafant flowring Fields i HeSior and Troilus, Priawus* lovely Sons, Chaiing the Grecians over Simoeis,

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Were not to be compar'd to thefe two Knights.

Alba,, Well has thou painted out in Eloquence The Portraiture of Hnmber and his Son, As fortunate as was Polycrates. Yet (hould they not efcape our conquering Swords, Or boail of aught but of our Clemency.

Enter Strumbo Trompart, crying often. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild- fire and Pitch, c^-^:

Thi A. WhatSirsjwhat mean you by thefe clamours made, Thofe outcries raifed in our ftately Court?

Stnm. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitch.

Thra, Villains, I fay, tell us the caule hereof?

Strum, Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitch.

Thra. Tell me you Villains, why you make this noife. Or with my Lance, I will prick your Bowels out.

All. Where are yourHoufes, where*s your dwelling- place ?

Strum. Place, ha, ha, ha, laugh a month and a day at him i place ! I cry God mercy, why do you think thac fuch poor honefl Men as we be, hold our Habitaclcs in King*s Palaces : ha, ha, ha. But becaufe you fecm to be an abominable Chieftain, I will tell you our ftate,

Yrom the top to the toe, From the head to the Jljoe j Vrom the beginning to the ending, Fromr the building to the burning,

. This honeft Fellow and I had our manfion Cottage in the Suburbs of this City, hard by the Temple of Mer- cury. And by the common Soldiers of ih^ si?itt ens , the Scychians, whar do you call them ? with all the Suburbs, were burnt to the ground, and the afhcs are left there for the Country-wives to wafh Bucks withal. And that which grieves me moft, my loving Wife, O cruel flnfe I the wicked Flames did road.

And therefore Captain Cruft, We will continually cry. Except you feek a remedy. Our Houfes to re- edify y IVhich now are burnt to dujl.

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Both cry. Wild-fire and Pitch, Wild-fire and Pitchc

Alba, Well, we muft remedy thcfe outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful Heads, And you good Fellows for yourHoufes burnt, We will remunerate your llore of Gold, And build your Houfes by our Palace-Gate.

Strum. Gate ! O petty Treafon to my Peribn,no wher€ clfebut by yourbacklide: Gate! oh how 1 am vexed in my Collar : Gate ! I cry God mercy do you hear. Ma- tter King ? If you mean to gratify fach poor Men, as we be, you muft build our Houfci by the Tavern.

jilba. It fhall be done. Sir.

Strum, Near the Tavern, ay, by Lady, Sir, it was fpo- ken like a good Fellow, do you hear,Sir ? when our Houie is builded, if you do chance to pafs or repafs that way, we will bellow a Quart of the beft Wine upon you. [Exit,

Alba. It grieves me, Lording?, that my Subjcds goods Should thus be fpoiled by the Scythians, Who as you fee with light-foot Foragers, Depopulate the Places where they come : B\it, curbed Hum ber, thou fhalt rue the day Tahat e'er thou cam*ft unto Cathnefia. [Exeunt.

S C E N E V.

Enter Humbcr,Hubba,Segar,Thraflier, and their Soldiers •

Hum. Hubba, go take a Coronet of our Horfe, As many Lanciers, and light-armed Knights, As may fuffice for fuch an enterprife. And place them in the Grove of Challidon : With thefe, when as the Skirmifh doth encieafci Retire thou from the fhclters of the Wood, And fet upon the weakned Trojans backs. For Policy, joined with Chivalry, Can never be put back fro-n Vi<flory. [Exeunt, Enter Albanadi, Clowns with him.

Alba .Thou bafe-born Hunn^ how durft thou be fo bold, As once to menace warlike AlbanaBy The great Commander of thefe Regions ? Si^t thou (kalt buy thy raflinefs with thy Death,

And

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"And rue too late thy over-bold attempts,

For with this Sword, this InftrumcRt of Death,

That hath been drenched in my Foe-men Blood,

rU fcparate thy Body from thy Hea4

And fet that coward Blood of thine abroach.

^trum. Nay, with this Staff, great Stfumbo% Indrument; ril crick thy Cockfcomb, paltry Scjthim.

Hum, Nor wreak I ot thy threats thou princox Boy, Nor do I fear thy foolifh Infolency; And but thou better uie thy brap;ging Blade, Than thoudoft rule thy overflowing Tongue, Superbious hrlton, thou fhalt know too foon The force of Humber and his Scythians

[They fight, Wyxmhtx and his Soldiers run in.

Strum, O horrible, terrible.

SCENE VI,

Sound the Alarm, Enter Hum' >-r md his f^ffldiers.

Hum. How bravely this youag Button, AlbanaBi Darteth abroad the Thunderbolts of War, Beating down Millions with his fuJ*iou:; Mcod: And in his Glory triumphs over all, Moving the maffie Squadrants of the Ground; Heap Hills on Hills, to fcale th. ftarry Sky : As when Briareus arm'd with hundred Hands, Flung forth an hundred Mountains at great Jove, And when the monftrous Giant Monychus Hurl'd Mount Olympus at great Mats his Targe, And (hot huge Cedars at Minerva^ Shield. How doth he overlook with haughty Front My fleeting Hoft, and lifts his lofty Face Agaioft us all that now do fear his Force ; Like as wc fee the wrathful Sea from far, In a great Mountain heapt with hideous noife, With thoufand Billows beat a^ainft the Ships, And tofs them in the Waves like Tennis-Balls.

\_SoHnd the Alarm. Ah me, I fear my Httbh^i is furpris'd.

Sound

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Sound again, 'Enter Albanadt.

AlhA. Follow me, Soldiers, follow Aibma.^ \ Purfue the Scythians flying through the Field : Let none of them efcape with Vidrory: That they may know the Britons force is more Than all the Power of the trembling Hunns,

Thra, Forward brave Soldiers, forward, keep the chafe. He that takes Captive Humber or his Son, Shall be rewarded with a Crown of Gold.

Sound Alarm, then let them fight ^ ll\imh^Y give back, Hub- ba enters at their backs, and kills Debon, Strum bo/<!i//^ down, hVomdi^ runs in, and afterrcards enters wounded.

Alba. Injurious Fortune, haft thou croft .me thus? Thus in the Morning of my Victories, Thus in the Prime of my Felicity To cut me oif by fuch hard overthrow. Hadft thou no time thy rancour to declare. But in the Spring of all ray Dignities? Hadft thou no place t© fpit thy Venom out. But on the Perfon of young MbanaB F I that e'erwhile did fcare mine Enemies, And drove them almoft to a fhameful Flight : I that e'erwhile full Lion-like did fare Amongft the dangers of the thick-throng' d Pikes, Muft now depart moft lamentably fljin By Humberts Treacheries and Fortune's fpights: Curft be her Charms, damn'd be her curfed Charms, That doth delude the w-yward Hearts of Men, Of Men thattruft unto her fickle Wheel, Which never Icaveth turning upftde-down. O Gods, O Heav'ns, allot me but the place Where I may find her hateful Maniion, ril pafs the Alps to watry Meroe, Where fiery Phoebus in his Chariot, The Wheels whereof are deck'd with Emeralds, Cafts ftch a Heat, yea fuch a fcorching Hear, And fpoileth Tlora of her chequer'd Grafs i ril overturn the Mountain Caucafus, Where fell Chimdra ia her triple Shape,

Rolleth

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Rolleth hot Flames from out her monflrous Panch,, • Scaring the Beads with Iffue of her Gorge ; ril pals the frozen Zone where Tc/ Flakes Stopping the Fafiage of the fleeting Ships Do lie, like Mountains in the congealed Sea, Where if I find that hateful Houle of hers, I'll pull the fickle Wheel from out her Hands, And tye her felf in everlafling Bands. But all in vain I breathe thefe Threatnings, The Day is loft, the Hunm are Conquerors, Debon is flain,. my Men are done to De^th, The Currents fwift fwim violently with Blood, And laft, O that this laft Night fo long laft. My felf with Wounds paft all Recovery, Muft leave my Crown for Hmnber to pofTefs.

Strum. Lord have Mercy upe»n us ; Mafters, I think this is a Holy-day, every Man lies fleeping in the Fields, but God knows full fore againft their Wills.

Thra. Fly, noble AlbanaSi, and fave thy felf; The Scythians follow with great Celerity, And there's no way but Flight, or fpeedy Death, Fly noble Albanacl^ and fave thy felf \Sound the Alarm.

Alba, Nay, let them fly that fear to die the Death, That tremble at the Name of fatal Mors. Ne'er fliall proud Humber boaft or brag himfelf. That he hath put young AlbanaB to flight ; And left he fhould triumph at my decay. This Sword fliall reave his Mafter of his Life, That oft hath fav'd his Mailer's doubtful Life: But oh my Brethren, if you care for me. Re yenge my Death upon his IVuitorcus Head.

Et n)Gs qneis domus eft nigraniis regla diiisy rcgitis rigido ftygios modcraminc lucosy JSqx c^eci regind poliy fur talis Erin?iysy Diique den-que omries, Alha7i'um totlite rcgeiTty ^rollitje^u?m}ieis undts rigidaque -palude ; hunc me fata <vocunty hoc coiidam fc Store ferrnm:

[Stabs hinifdf.

E liter ;Tr pm part . O what hath he done? his Noie bleeds; but I fmell a Fox.

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26 The Tragedy of Locrinc.

Look where my Mailer lies ; Mailer, Mafler.

Strum. Let me alone, I tell thee, for I am dead.

^rom. Yet one good, good, Mafter.

Strum. I will not fpeak, for I am dead, I tell thee.

Trom. And is my Mafter dead? I^inging- O Sticks and Stones, Brickbats and Bene

And is my Mafter dead? O you Cockatrices, and you BahlatriceSy

That in the Woods d^ell: ^You Briers and Brambles, you Cook-Jhops and Shambles^

Come hoix'l and yelL With hoixling and fcreeking, ucith nvailing and wepingy

Come you to lament, O Colliers i?/Croyden, and Rufticks 0/ Royden,

And Fiftpers of Kent. For Strumbo the CobUr, the fine merry Cohler

CyCathnes T(n.vn : At thii fame ftoure, and this uery hour

hies dead on the Ground, 0 Mailer, Thieves, Thieves, Thieves.

Strum, Where be they ? cox me tanny, bobekin, let me be rifing, be gone, we ihall be robb'd by and by.

5 C E N E VIII. .

£^?//rHuihfeer, Hubba, Segar, Thraflier^ Eflrild, /7W/^< Soldiers,

Hum. Thus from the dreadful Shocks of furious Mars, Thundring Alarums, and Rhamnifia\ Drum, We are retir'd with joyful Victory, The flaughter'd Trojans fqueltring in their Blood, Infed the Air with their Carcaffes, And are a Prey for every rav'nous Bird.

Eft. So periih they that are our Enemies : So peri{h they that love not Humbers Weal. And mighty Jonje, Commander of the World, Prote(St my Love from all falfe Treacheries.

Hum. Thanks, lovely Eftrild, folace to my Soul. But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry jJeclaiM agalnfl the Men of Albany,

here a flowring Garland wreath'd of Bay,

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As a reward for this thy forward mind .[vW/ it on his Head*

Hub. This unexpected Honour, noble Sir, Will prick my Cour?„ge unto braver Deeds, And caufe me to attempt fuch hard Exploits, That all the World fhall found of Hubbah Name.

Hum. And now, brave Soldiers, for this good Succefe Carouze whole Cups of Ajnazonian Wine, Sweeter than. AV^^r or Ambrofia. And call away the Clods of curfcd care. With Goblets crowned with Semelelus Gifts, Now let us march to Abis Silver Strems, That clearly glide along the Champane Fields, And moill the graflie Meads with humid drops. Sound Drums and Trumpets, found up chearfully, Sith we return vvith Joy and Victory, \Exeutt^

A C T SCENE I.

Dumb^Shonx, Enter Ate as before. A CrocGiHIe fitting m a Rlver'^s Bank^ and a little Snake fiinging it. fb^ both of thetnfall into the Water.

Ate. C^Celera in author em cadufit.

High on a Bank by ^7//// bold' reus Stream!^, Fearfully fa: th' ^g-^'/*//^// -Crocodile, Dreadfuily grinding in her fharp long Teeth The' broken Bowels of a filly Fidi ; His Biick was arm'd againft the dint of Spear, With Shields of Brafs that fhinM like burnifht Gold, And as he llretched forth his cruel Paws, A fubtle Adder creeping clofely near, Thruiling his forked Sting into his Claws, Privily Ihed his Poifon through his Bcnes, Which made him fwell that there his Bowels baru.. That did fo much in his own greatneis truft. So Hiimber having conquered AlbanaB^ Doth yield his Glory unto Locrine\ Sword. Mark what enfues, and you may ean ly fee. That all our Life is but a Tragedy. [^:^7V.

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28 The Tragedy of Locnnc.^ SCENE II.

Enter Locrlne, Guendeline, Corineius, AflarachuSj^ Thrafimachus, and Camber.

Loc, And is this true, is AlbanaSius flain ? Hath curfed Hnviber with his llragling Hoft, With that his Army made of mungrei Curs, Brought our redoubted Brother to his end ? O that I hdidah^ nracian Orpheus H2LY^y For to awake out of th' infernal Shade Thofe ugly Devils of black i'r^^z^j, That might torment the damned Traitor's Soul; O that I had Amphion\ Inflrument To quicken with his vital Notes and Tunes The flinty Joints of ^very ftony Rock, By which the Scythians might be puniflied ; For, by the lightning of almighty Jonje^ The Hiinn fhall die, had he ten thouland Lives : And would to God he had ten thoufand Lives, That I might with the aint-ftrong Hercules Crop ofF fo vile an Hydra^^ hiffing Heads. But lay me, Coufin, for I long to hear. How AlhanaB came by untimely Death.

T^hra, After the traitoious Hoil of Scythia/is Kntred the Field with Martial Equipage, Young Alhanatfy impatient of delay. Led forth his x^rmy 'gainit the llragling Mates, Whofe multitude did daunt our Soldiers Minds, Yec nothing could difmay the forward Prince ; But with a Courage moil heroical, Like to a Lion 'mongll a flock of Lambs, Made Imvock of the faint-heart Fugitives, Hewing a palTage tlirough them with his Sword ; Yea, we had almofl giv'n them the Repulfe, When Icddenly from cut the filent Wood Htihba vvith twenty thoufand Soldiers, Cuwardly came upon our weakned Backs, And miuthered all with fatal Maflacrc \ Amongil- the which old Dcbon, martial Knight, With riia{iy wounds was brought unto the Death : And Albana^ oppreft with muUitude,

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Whilfl valiantly he felFd his Enemies, Yielded his life and honour to the Daft, He being dead, the Soldiers fled amain, And I alone efcaped them by flight, To bring you tydings of thoie Accidents.

hoc. Not aged Pria?n^ King of fiately "Tr^jy, Grand Emperor of barb'rous JJta, When he beheld his noble-minded Son Slain traitoroufly by all the Mirmidons^ \ Lamented more tlian I for AlhanaB.

Guen. Not Hecuba the Queen of Iliumf When (he beheld the Town of Fergamusy Her Palace burnt, with all-devouring flames^ Her fifty Sons and Daughters freih of hue, Murther'd by v^icked P jrrhus \Aoo^'j Sword, Shed fuch fad Tears as I for AlbanaSI.

Ca7?i. The grief of N'^obe, fair Athens Queen For her feven Sons magnanimous in FieM, For her feven Daughters fairer than the fairell. Is not to be compared with my laments.

Cor. In vain you for row for the flaogluer^i Prince^ In vain you forrow for his overthrow ; He loves not moft that doth lament the mofl:. But he that feeks to venge the Injury. Think you to quell the Enemies warlike Train, With childiih Sobs and womanifli Laments? Unfheathyour Swards,unfneath your conquVing Swords^ And feek revenge, the comfort for this iore : lnCor?i^vall, where I hold my Regiment, Even juil ten thoufand valiant Men at Arms Hath Corineius ready at command : All thefe and more, if need ftiall more require^. Hath C&rineius ready at command.

Cam, And in the Fields of martial Cambria^ Clofe by the boift'rous I/can's Silver Streams, Where light-foot Fairies skip from Bank to Bank<,. Full twenty thoufand brave couragious Knights,, Well exercis'd in feats of Chivalry, In manly manner mofl invincible. Young Camber hath with Gold and Vi£lual. All thefe. ajid more, if need fliall more require,

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I offer up to venge my Brother's Death.

hoc. Thanks, loving Uncle, and good Brother to^^-. For this Revenge, for this fweet word Revenge Mufl eafe and ceafe my wrongful Injuries ; And by the Sword of bloody Mars I fwear. Ne'er ihall fweet quiet enter this my Front, 'Till I be venged on his traitorous Head, That flew my noble Brother Alhana^. Sound Drums and Trumpets, mufter up the Camp, For we will Itraight march to Albania.

S C E N E HI.

^7?/^rHiwnber,Eflrild,IfubbajThraffier, ard the Soldiers^ Hum. Thas are we come, victorious Conqueror, .

Unto the flowing Current's filver Streams,

Which in memorial of our Vi(^ory,

Shal] be agnominated by our Name,^

And ta ked of by our Pofterity :

For fure I hope before the Golden Sun

Poilcth his Horfes to fair 7betis' Plains,

To vee the Waters turned into Blood,

And change his blueifh Hue to rueful red,'

Viy reajicn of the fatal Maffacre,

Which ihall be made upon the virent Plains.

Enter the Ghojl of Albanad. GhJI, See how the Traitor doth prefage his harm>-

See how he glories at his own decay.

See how he triumphs at his proper Lofs,

0 Fortune vile, unliable, fickle, frail !

Hum. Methinks I fee both Armies in the Field, The broken Lances climb the Cryllal Skies, Some headlefs lie, ibme breathlefs on the Ground, And every place is ftrew'd with CarcafTes, Behold the Grafs hath loft his pleafant green,

1 he fweeteft Sight that ever might be feen.

Ghcj^, Ay Traitorous Humhrry thou fhalt find It f<?, Yea, to thy cell thou fr.alt the fame behold, With Anguilh, Sorrow, aiid with fad Laments: The grafl:ePIair,.s that now do pleafe thine Eyes, Sh^i ere the Night be colour'd all with Blood;.

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The (hady Groves that now inclofe thy Camp^ And yield fweetlavour to thy damned Corps, Shall ere the Hight be figured all with Blood; The profound Stream diat paffed by thy Tents,- And with his Aloiaure ierveth all thy Camp, Shall ere the Night converted, be to blood. Yea, with the Blood of thofe thy llragling Boys: For now Revenge lhall eafe my lingring Grief; And now Revenge fhall glut my Icnging Soul.

Huh. Aet come what will, 1 mean to bear it out. And either Ii\^ with glorious Victory, Or die with Famerenown'd for Chivalry r He is not worthy of the Honey-comb, That fliuns the Hives becaufe the Bees have ftings ; That likes me befl that rs not got with eaie, Which thousand Dangers do accompany y For nothing can difmay our regal Mind ; Which aims at nothing but a Golden Ciovvii, The only uplhot of mine enterprifes. Were they inchanted in grim Plutos Court, And kept for treafure 'mongft hk hellifh Crew, I would either quell the tripple Cerb^'tu And all the Army of his hateful Hags, Or roll the Stone with wretched Syjiphus,

Hum. Right martial be thy .Thoughts, my noble Sea- And all thy words favour of Chivalry.

Enter Segar. But, warlike Segar ^ what ilrange Accidents Make you to leave the warding of the Camp ^

Segar. To Arms, my Lord, to honourable Arms r Take helm and targe in Hand, the Britons come With greater Multitude than erft the Greeks Brought to the. Ports of Phrygidlan ^enedos.

Hum. But what faith Segar to thefe Accidents ?' What Couniel giv-es he in Extremities ?

Segar. Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth-us, That Refolution's a fole help at need, And this, my Lord, our Honour teacheth us^- That we be bold in every enterprife ; Then fmce there is noway but fight or die,., Be refulutc, my Lord, for Vidory.

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Hum. And-refolute, Segar, I mean to be. Perhaps fome blifsful Star will favour us, AtA comfort bring to our perplexed State : Come let us in and fortiiie our Camp, So to withfland their Urong Invafion. [Exeunt,

S C E N E IV.

£«/^r-Strumbo, Trompart, Oliver >&/V Son William

fo-llo'wtng them.

Strum. Nay, Neighbour Oliver y if you be fo whot, come prepare your felf, you fhall find two as ftout Fel- lows of us, as any in all the North.

Olinj. No by my droth Neighbour Strumho^ Ich zee dat you are a Man of fmall zideration, dat will zeek to injure your old vreends, one of your vamiliar guefls, and derefore zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten reazon, Ich and my zonne William will take dat courfe, dat ihall be fardcft vrom rcafon j how zay you, will yoa iiave my Daughter or no ?

Strum. A very hard queftion, Neighbour, but I will folveitas 1 mav \ what reafon have you to demand it of i;;e ?

IVill. Marry Sir, what reafon had you when my Sifler was in the barn to trumble her upon the Hay, and to filh her Belly ? '

Stru?n. Mafs thou fay 'It true ; well, but would you have me marry her therefore ? No, 1 fcorn her, and you, and you : Ay, I fcorn you all.

Oli<v. You will not have her then ?

Strum. No, as I am a true Gentleman.

Will Then will we fchool you, ere you and we part hence.

Enter Margery, and patches the Staff out of her Brother'' s Hand as he is fighting. Strum. Ay you come in Pudding-time, or elfe I had dreft them.

Mar, You Matter Saucebox, Lobcocks, Cockfcomb, you Slopfauce, Lickfingers, will you not hear?

Sttu7n. Who fpeak you to, me ?

Mar, Ay, Sir, to you, John Lack^honefty, little Wit, is it you that will have none of me?

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Strum. No by my troth, Miftrefs Nicebice, how fine you can Nick-name me; I think you were brought up in the Univerfity of Bridenvelly you have your Rhetorick fo ready at your Tongue's end, as if you were never well warn'd when you were young.

Mar. Why then Goodman cods-head, if you will have none of me, farewel.

Strum. If you befo plain, Miftrefs Driggle-draggle, fere you well.

Mar. N7Ly,MQ&erSfrumho,erz you go from hence we mufti have more words, you will have none of me r [T/:>ey fght.

Strum. Oh my Head, my Head, leave, leave, leave, I will, I will, I will.

Mar. Upon that condition I let thee alone.

Oli'v. How now Mafter Strumboy hath my Daugh- ter taught you a new LeiTon ?

Strum. Ay but hear you, Goodman Oliver, it wilt not be for my eaie to have my Head broken every Day therefore remedy this and we fhall agree.

OIi^. Well Zon, well,, for ybu are my Zon now,, all fhall be remedied, Daugliterbe Friends with him.

[^Shah H^inds,.

Strum. You are a fweetNut, the Devil crack you. Matters, I think it be my luck, my fir ft Wife was a loving quiet Wench, but this 1 think would weary the Devil. I would flue might be burnt as my other Wife was ; if not, I mufli run to the Halter for help. O Cod- piece, thou haft imdone Jthy Mailer, this it is, to be medling with warm Plackets. . [^Exeunt.

S GENE V.

Enter Locrlne, Camber, Corineias, Thrarima$hus,./ZAJ^' Aftarachus.

Loc. Now am .1 guarded with an hoft of Men<,,^ Whofe haughty Courage is invincible : Now am I hem'd with Troops of SoldierS;,, Such as might force Bellona to retire. And make her tremble at their Puillance. Now i3t I like the mighty God of War,, When armed with his" Coat of Adamant, ^'lounted his Chariot drawn with mighty Bulla>

Es He

S^. "Phe Tragedy ^/ Locrinc

He drove the Jrgircs over Xantbus Stream*: Now, curfed Humher, doth, thy end draw nigh, . Dx)wn goes the Glory his Vidlories ; And all his Fame, and all his high |lenow«. Shall in a moment yield to L^rr/«^'s Sword ; Thy. br agging Banners croA with argent Streams, . The Ornaments of thy Pavilions, . S^hall. all be captivated witk this Hand,. And thou thy lelf, at Jlhanaaui Tomb S^ak oifer-d be,. in Satisfaftion, Q^: all the wrongs thou didll him when heliv*d. But- canil .thou tell me>. brave Thrajimachus^ How far we are diftant from Uutnhtrs Camp.

nra. My Lord, v/ichia yon- foul accuri'ed Geo ve, . Thstk bears the Tokens of our overthrow. This Humber hath intrenched his damned Camp. - Mkrch on, my Lord, becaufc I long to fee The treacherous Sc)thians fqueltring in their gore,-

Lqc. Sweet Fortune, owv Locrine with a fmile, . That I may venge my .roble Brother's Death, , _ And in the rnidil of flately Trojno'v^nt^f JMl; build a- Temple to thy Deity (Df perfect Marble, _ and of Jaanih Stones^ That it fball pafs the higheil Pyramids^ Which with, thtir top furmount the frnament.

Cam. The arm-ftrong Off-fpring of the doiibteci. S'tGut lii^'cuks, Akm€nd% mighty Son, [JCnighty.

tajr/d tie Monilers of the three-fold World, And rid. the oppreiTed from. theTyfams Yokes,., Did never fliew fuch-A-aliantnefs in Fight, As I w ill now for noble Alhanafi,

Cor. Full foiirlcoje Years hath Csr/w^ij/i liy'd, , Sometimes in War, fcraecimes in quiet Peace, . And yet I feel my felf to be as llrong. As erjft^ I was in Summer of mine Age, . Able to tofs this great unwieldly Club,.. Which hath been painted with my foe- mens Brains : And with this Club Fll break the llrong. array Oi. Humber and his flragling. Soldiers,. 0?.. lofe .my Life amongft the thickeil prefs^ <^od die .with Honour in . roy lateit D^ys : :.

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Yet ere I die they all fl^.all underftand. What force lies in (lout Corineius Hand.

7hra. And \i Thrajimachus detradl the Fight, Either for weaknefs or for cowardife, Let him not boaft that Brutus was his Eame, Or that bravx Corineius wsls his Sire.

Loc. Then courage. Soldiers, firft for your Safety, Next for your Peace, laft for your Vidory. [Exeunt,

Sound the Alarm. Enter Hubba and Segar at one Door^ and Corineius at the other.

Cor, Art. thou that Humher^ Prince of. Fugitives, That by thy Treafon fl^w'ft y oxxng Jlbanaa?

Hub, I am his Son that flew young Alhana^f^ And jf thou take not^ heed, proud P/>r)^/^;/, ril fend thy Soul unto the 5'/>;f /^/z Lakej - There to complain of Humbers Injuries.

Cor. You triumph, Sir, before the Vidory^, For Corineius is not fo foon flain. But, curfed Scythians, ycu fliall rue the Day^ - That e'er you came into Albania, So perifh they that envy ,5r/toVs wealth, . So let them die with endlefs infamy. And he that feeks his Sovereign's overthrow, Woulcii.his my Club might aggravate his Woe.

[Strikes them both dm^n ^ith his. Cluh. Enter H umber.

Hunt. Where may I find fome defart Wildernefs, W here m ay breathe out xi^rfes as I would , And fcare the Earth- with my condemning Vokc, Where every Echo's reperculEon Xiay help; me to bewail my Overthrow,., - And aid me in my forrowful laments r ^ Wj-ere may I find Tome hollow uncoHth Rock, Where I may damn, condemn, and ban my fill, . The Heav'ns, the Hell, the. Earth, the Air, theFire> And utter curfes to the concave Sky, Which may infedl the airy Regions, , And light upon tlie Briton Locrine's Head ? You ugly Spirits that in Cocjtus mourn, And gnalk your Teeih with dolorous laments, YouJeaifal dogs tiuit m hl^ck- Lethe howl.

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3 6 The Tragedy of Locrine.'

And fcare the Ghofls with your wide open throats.

You ugly Ghoib that flying from thefe dogs,

Do plunge yourfelves in Purifiegiton.

Come ail of you,^ and with your fhrieking notes

Accompany the ^Britons Conquering Hoft.

Come fierce Erinnysy horrible with Snakes,

Come ugly Furies, armed with your Whips,

!You threefold Judges of b^ack Tartarus,

And all the Army of your helliOi Fiends,

With new-found torments rack proud Locrine^i Bones*

O Gods and Stars, damn'd be the Gods and Stars,

That did not drown me in fair Thetii^ Plains.

Curfl be the Sea that with outragious Waves,

With furging Billows did not rive my Ships

Againft the Rocks of high Ceraunia,

Or fwallowed me into her watry Gulf.

Would God we had arrivM upon the Shore

Where Polyphemus and the Cyclops dwell.

Or v/here the bloody Anthropophagi

With greedy Jaws devour the wandring Wights;

Enter the Ghojl of Albanadt. But why comes AlhanaBus' bloody Ghoft To bring a cor'iive to our miferics ! 3s't not enough to fufFer fhameful flight. But we muft be tormented now with Ghofls ? With xApparitions fearful to behold ?

Ghoft, Revenge, revenge for Blood.

lium» So, nought will iatisfie your wandring Ghoft,: But dire revenge, nothing but Humber\ fall, Becaufe he conquered you in Albany. Now by my Soul, Humber would be condemn'd To TantaPs Hunger, or Ixions Wheel,. Or to the Vulture Prometheus, Rather than that this Murther were undone^ When as I die Pll drag thy curfed Ghoft Through all the Rivers of foul Erebm, Through burning Sulphur of the Limbo-lake,. To allay the burning fury of that heat. That rageth in mine everlafting SouL

AC T.

The Tragedy of Locrinc. 37

ACT IV. SCENE I.

2nter hXA as before, T'/^^/f Omphale Daughter to the King of Lydia, halving a Club in her Hand, and a Lion's skinr on her Back, Hercules folUnving ^ith a Dijiaff, Then Omphale turns, and taking off her Pantofle, jlrikes Her- cules on the Headythcn they depai t. Ate remaining^ fays ^

OUem non ArgoUci mandata fe^vera Tyrannic Non potuit Juno sincere, ^vicit amor.

Stout Hercules, the mirror of the World,

Son to Alcmena and great Jupiter,

After fo many Conqueits won in Field, V

After fo many Monlters quel I'd by force.

Yielded his valiant Heart to Omphale,

A fearful Woman void of manly flrength r

She took the Club, and wore the Lion's Skin^

He took the Wheel, and maidenly 'gan fpin.

So Martial Locrine cheer'd with Vidory,

Fal'eth in love with Humbert Concubine,

And fo forgetteth peerlefs Guendeline^

His Uncle Qorineius ftorms at- this.

And forceth Locrine for his Grace to fue,

I-o here the Sum, the Procefs doth enfue. [£;wV^

S C E N E II.

Unter Locrine, Camber, Corineius, Affarachus, Thrali* machus, and the Soldiers.

Loc. Thus from the fury of Bellona^ broils^^ With found of Drum and Trumpets melody. The Britain King returns triumphantly,. The Scythians llain with great occifion. Do equalize the Grafs in multitude. And with their Blood have ftain'd the ft reaming Brooke Offering their Bodies and their deareft Blood As facrifice to Albana8us Ghoft. Now curfed Humber haft thou paid thy duCy For thy Deceits and crafty Treacheries, For all thy Guiles, and damned Stratagems, With lofs of Life and ev^rduring fhame.

S'S The Tragedy ^ Locrinc-

Where are thy Horfes trapM with burnifh'd Gold, Thy trampling Ccurfers ruPd with foaming bits ? Where are thy Solcl-.:iS ftrong and numberlefs? Thy^ valiant Captains, and thy .le Peers ; Ev'n as the Country Giowns with Ih'arpell Scythes, Do mow the witherM Grafs from off the Earthy Of as the Plough-man with his piercing Share Renteth the Bowels of the fertile Fields, Andrippeth up the Roots with Razors keen; So Locrintj with his mighty curtle Axe, Hath cropped off the Heads of iall t\iy Hunvf^- So Locrine*s Peers have daunted aif thy Peers, And drove thy Hoft unto Confufion, That thou may'il fuffer Penance for thy fault. And die for murdering valiant Albanati.

Coru And thus, .yea thus, . fliall all the rail: be ferv'd. That feek to enter Albion' our wills. If the brave Nation of the TroghdiieSf If all the coal-black 7, .

If all the Forces of the Ama^ns\, If all the Hoft of the Barbarian Lands, Should dare to enter this our little World, Soon fliould they rue their crer-bold attempts, - That after us our Progeny may iay, Tiiere lies the Beaft that fought to ufarp our L'ind.-

hoc. Ayt they are Beafts that ieck to ulurp our Landi And like to brutlfh Beafts the}' ftiall be ferv'd. For mighty y^^, the fupreme King of Heav'i^i^ Tliat guides the concourfe of the Meteorsi And rules ihe motion of the azure Sky^ Fjghts always for the Britains fafety. But ftay, methinks, I hear fome Ihriekirtg nolle. That draweth near to our Pavillion .

Enter Soldiers leading /z/.Kftrild.;

Bfi, What Prince foe'er adoirtd with golden Grown^. i>Oth fway^the Regal. Sceptre in his Kand ! And thinks no chance can ever- throw him^down. Or that his ftr-«te ll.'all everlafting ftand, Let him behold poor Efirild in this plight, . The perfedl Platform of a troubled Wight. ©nca^a&.I guarded with mavoitial bands,

^'he Tragedy of Locrinc;

G6mpa6l with'^Princes of the noble Blood. Now am I fallen inta my Foe-mens hands. And with my death muft pacify their mood, 0 Life, the Jiai hour of calamities,

0 Death, the haven of all miferies,

1 could compare my forrows to thy woe, Thou wretched Queeaof wretched P^r^^//r«/, But that thou view'dft thy Enemies overthrow. Nigh to the RocK of high Caphareus.

Thou faw*ft their death, and then departed'^ thence, I jwuft abide thevidor's infolence* The Gods that pitied thy continual grief. Transformed thy . Goicps, . and with thy Corps thy care, Pbor EJlrild lives defpairing of relief. For Friends in trouble are but few and rare. . What, faid I, few? Ay, few or none at all, Ecr crvial Death made havock of them all. TJirice happy they, whefe fortune w^as fo good. To end their lives, and with their lives their woes ^ ^ Tiirice haplefs -I, whom Fortune fo withflood, That cruelly fheg^ve mei^ta my Foes,

0 Sold iers, is there any mifery

To be compared to Fortune's treachery r

Lac, C^/zi^r,this fame iKould be the 4S(y/>^/^?j Quecjji.

Ca?n^ So- may we judge by her lamenting words.

Loc. So fair a Dame mine Eyes did never fee. With Eoods of woes fhe feems o'erwhelm'd to be.

£.a?jii O Locrinc i .hath flie not a.caufc. fer to be lad ?

[Locrine at one end of the Stage^'

Loc. If ihfe have caufe to weep for Humbert death,.. A^fid fhed fait tears for her Overthrow : Locrine may^well bewail his proper grief, . Lhcrine . may move his, own peculiar woe. He being conquered, -died a fpeedy death. And felt not long. his lamentable (mart 5

1 being a Conqueror^ li^e a lingring Life, And feel the force of Cupid's fudden itroke*. Iigave him caufe to die.a.fp^edy death, Ke • left me caufe to wilh -aiipeedy . death. .

O. tha^fweet Face painted-with. Nature's dye, TJioffi rofeal Cheeks mixt with afnowy white,^

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40 7he Tragedy of Locrinc^

That decent Neck furpalTing Ivory,

Thofe comely Breads which Venus well might fpite.

Are like to fnares which wily fowlers wrought.

Wherein my yielding Heart is prifoner caught.

The golden treffes of her dainty Hair,

Which fhine like Rubies glittering with the Sua,,

Have fo entrap'd poor Locrim\ love-fick Hearty.

That from tlie fame no way it can be won.

How true is that which oft I heard declared.

One dram of Joy muil have a pound of Care?

Efts Hard is their fall, who from a Golden Crown Are caft^into a Sea of wretchednefs.

hoc. Hard is their thrall, who by CupijTs frown Are wrapt in Waves of endlefs carefulnefs..

Eft. O Kingdom, Obje<a to all miferies.

Loc, O Love, the extream'fl of all extremities.

[Qoes into his Chair^

Sold, My Lord, in ranfacking the Scythian Tents, I found tliis Lady, and to manifeft That earneil Zeal I bear unto your Grace^ I here prefent her to your Majefty.

Another Sold, He lyes, my Lord,I found the Lady firft^ And here prefent her to your Majefty.

1 Sold, Prefumptuous Villain, wilt thou take my prize

2 Sold. N^y rather thou depriv'ft me of my right.

1 Sold. Rcfign thy Title, Caitive unto me.

Or with my Sword Til pierce thy Coward's Loins.

2 6"^?/^. Soft words, good Sir, 'tis not enough to fpeak : A barking Dog doth feldom Strangers bite.

Loc, Unrevercnt Villains, ftrive you in our lights Take them hence. Jailor, to the Dungeon, There let them lie and tiy their quarrel out ; But thou, fair Princefs, be no whit difmayM,. But rather joy that Locrine' favours thee.

Eft. How can he favour me that flew my Spoufe ?

Loc. The chance of War5my Love,took him from thec»

Eft, But Locrine was the caufer of his death.

hoc. He was an Enemy to Locrine^s State, And flew my noble Brother AlhanaB,

Eft, But he was link'^d to me in Marriage-bond, And would you have me love his flaughteier?

icv. Better to live, than not to live at alL Eft^~

The Tragedy of Locriiic. 4 1

Eft. Better to die renownM for chaftit^. Than live with fhame and endlefs infamy. What would the common fort report of me. If I forget my love, and cleave to thee?

Loc, Kings need not fear the vulgar fentences.

Eft. But Ladiea mull regard their honeft Name*

hoc. Is it a (hame to live in Marriage-bonds

Eft, No, but to be a Strumpet to a King.

hoc. If thou wilt yield to Locrines burning Love, Thou (halt be Queen of fair Alhania,

Eft. But Guendeline will undermine my State.

Loc, Upon mine Honour, thou {halt have no harm.

Eft. Then lo, brave Locriney Eftrild yields to thee. And by the Gods, whom thou doH invocate. By the dread Gholl of thy deceafed Sire, By thy right-hand, and by thy burning Love, Take pity on ^oov EftriWs wretched thrall.

Cori. Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendeline^ That thus he courts the Scythians Paramour ? What, are the words. of Brute {q foon forgot? Are my deferts fo quickly put of mind.^ Have I been faithf-^I to .thy Sire now dead? Have I prote6:ed thee frOHi Humber''^ hand, \ And do'ft thou quit me v/ith Ungratitude ? Is this the Guerdon for my grievous wounds? J Is this the Honour for my labours paft ? 1 Now by my Sword, Locrine, I fwear to thee. This Injury of thine fhall be repaid.

Loc. Uncle, fcorn you your Royal Sovereign, As if we flood for Cyphers in the Court ? Upbraid you me with thofe your benefits ? Why, it was a Subjeft's dutyfo to do. What you have done for our deceafed Sire We know, and all know, you have your reward.

Cori. Avant, proud Princox, brav'ft thou me withal ? AfTure thy felf though thou be Emperor, Thou ne'er fhalt carry this unpunifhed.

Cam. Pardon my 13 rot her, noble Corineius» Pardon this once, and it fhall be amended.

JJ/a. Coufm, remember Brutus lateil words. How he defired you to cherifii them :

Let

42 The Tragedy ^/Locrine.

l et not this fault fo much incenfe your Mind, Which is not yet pafTed all remedy.

CorL Then Locri??e, lo I reconcile my felf," But as thou lov'lt tky Life, fo love thy Wi/e^ But if thou violate thofe promifes,- Blood and revenge fhall light upon thy Head=, Come, let us back to flately TrosnQvant^ Where all thefe matters fliall be fettled.

Loc. Millions of Devils wait upon thy Soul, [Tq himfil/.- Legions of Spirits vex thy impious Ghoft: Ten thoufand Torments rack thy curfed bones. Let every thirg that hath the -ife of Breath, Be inflruments aiKi workers of thy death. [Exeunt,

SCENE HI.

f ;z/^r Humber alone, his Hair hapglng over his ShouUerj^ his Arms all bloody, and a Dart' in one Hand,

Hum, What BafilifiC hath hatched in- this place, Where every thing confumed is to nought? What fearful Fury haunts thefe curfed Groves^ Where not a root is left for Humhers Meat ? Hath fell Jlecloyh'\i\i envenom'd blafls. Breathed forth poifon in thefe tender Plains? Hath tripple Cerberus with contagious foam, Sow'd Jconitum''mor\g^ thefe withered Herbs ^ Hath dreadful Fames with her charming rods Brought barremefs on every fruitful Tree ? What not a Root, no Fruit, no Bead, no Bird, . To nourifh Humher in this Wildei nefs ? What would you more, you Fiends of Erebus? My very Intrails burn for want of drink. My Bowels cry, Humher give us fome meat. But wretched Humher can give you no meat, Thefe foul accurfed Groves afford no meat : This fruitlefs foil, this ground brings forth no meat,- The Gods, hard-hearted Gods, yield me no meat. Then how can Htunher give you any meat ?

Enter Strumbo n^sith a Pitch-f§rk and a Scotch Cap.

Strum. How do you, Mailers, how do you ? how have you 'fcaped hanging this long time? i' faith I have 'leaped.^ Hiauy a fcouring this Year, but I thank God 1 have part,

them

Tloe Tragedy of Locrinc- 4 ?

them all with a good couragio, couragio, and myWif^ awd'l are in great love and charity now, I thank my man- hood and my llrength; forlwill tell you, Mailers, upon a certain Day at Nigtu [ came home, to fay the very truth, with mv'Stor^rach full of VVinc,and ran up into the Cham- ber, where my Wife foberly fate rocking my little Baby, leaning her back againflthe Bed, fmging lullaby. Now when Ihe faw mc come with my Nofe foremoft, thinking that I had been drunk, as I was indeed,fnatch*d up a Fag- got-flick in her hand, andcamefurioufly marching towards me, with a big Face, as though (he would have eaten me at a bit; thundering out thefe words unto me, Thott drunken Knave, where hail thou been fo long? I (hall teach thee how to benight me another time ; andfo fhe began to play Knaves 1 rumps. Now, although I trem-* bled, fearing flie vvould fet her fcn Commandments ia my Face, ran within her, and taking her luftily by the middle, I carried her valiantly to the Bed, and flinging her upon it, fifing my felf upon her, and there I delighted her fo with the fport I made, that ever after (hie would call mc fweet Hufband, and fo banifn'd brawling for e- vcr; and to fee the good Will of the Wench, fhe bought with her Portion a Y ard of Land, and by that I am now: become one of the richefl Men in our Parifh. Well/ Mailers,., what's a Clock ? It is.now. Break^afl time, you fhall fee what meat J have here for my Breakfafl.

[He Jits JoiAjn and pulls out his Visuals. Hum. Was ever Land lb fruitlefs as this Land? Was ever Grove fo grai:elcfs as this Grove ? Was ever Soil fo barren as this Soil ? Oh no: The Land where \ixxngTy Fames dwelt^. May noways eq^ualize this curled Land; No, even the Climate of the Torrid Zone Brings forth more fruit than this accurfed Grove,- Ne'er came fweet.C^/, ne'er came ^7/^7 here; I'yiptolemus the God of HuilDandmen, NcVt fow'd his Seed in this foul Wildernefs. The hunger-bitten Dogs of Acheron^ Chac'd from the x\\\\Q^-\o\APurlphlegito7i^- Iikve fct their Footllcps in this damned Ground. Ths J row . hearted Furies aiTn'd with Snakes,

Scattered.

44 T^f^^ Tragedy of Locrine.^

Scatter'd huge Hydras over all the Plains,

Which h^ve contam'd the Grafs, the Herbs, the Trees ;

Which have drunk up the flowing Water-Springs.

[Strumbo hearing his Voice Jlarti up, and puts his Meat in his Pocket, fceklng to hide himfelf.

Hum. Thou great Commander of the flarry Sky, That guid'ft the Life of every mortal Wight, From the inclofures of the fleeting Clouds Rain down fome Food, or elfe I faint and die ; Pour down fome Drink, or elfe I faint and die. O Jupiter, halt thou fent Mercury In clownifli Shape to miniiter fome Food ? Some Meat, feme Meat, fome Meat.

Stru7n. O aias, Sir, ye are deceiv'd, I am not Mercury, I am Strumbo.

Hum. Give me fome Mc* t, Villain, give me fome Meat, Or 'gainfl this Rock Til dafh thy curled Brains, And rend thy Bowels with my bloody Hands; Give me fome Meat, Villain, give me Ibme Meat.

Strum. By the Faith of my Body, good Fellow, I had rather give a whole Ox, than that thou fhouldft ferve me in that fort. Dafh out my Brains ! O hor- rible, terrible, 1 think I have a quarry of Stones in my Pocket.

He makes as though he ^culd gii'e him fome, and as he putteth out his Hand, enters the Ghoft of Albanaft, and fir ikes him on the Hand, and fo Strumbo runs out \ H umber fillo-zving him, [Exeufit* Ghoft. Lo here the Gift of fell Ambition, Of XJfurpation and of Freachery, Lo here the harms that wait upon all thcfe That do intrude themfelves in others Lands, Which are not under tneir Dominion. [E^cit^

SCENE IV.

Enter Locrine alone, Loc, Seven Years hath aged Corineius liv'd To Locrine % Grief, and fair Eftrilda s Woe, And feven Years more he hopeth yet to live : Oh fupreme Jove^ annihilate this thought.

Should'

The Tragedy of Locrine. 4 j

Should he enjoy the Air's Fruition? Should he enjoy the Benefit of Life ? Should he contemplate the radiant Sun, That makes my Life equal to dreadful Death ? Venus convey this Monftet from the Earth, That difobeyeth thus thy facred Hefts;- \ Cupid convey this Monfter to dark Hell, That difannuls thy Mother's fugar'd Laws. Mars with thy Target all befet with Flames, With murthering Blade bereave him of his Life, J I That hindreth Locrine in his fweeteft Joys. And yet for all his diligent afped, His wrathful Eyes piercing like Linces Ey«s, Well have I over-match'd his Subtilty, Nigh DeucoHtum by the pleafant Lee^ Where brackifh namis Aides with filver Streams, Making a Breach into the graffy Downs, A curious Arch of coftly Marble fraught. Hath Locrine framed underneath the Ground, \ The Walls whereof, garniiht with Diamonds, With Ophirs, Rubies, gliftering Emeralds, And interlaced with Sun-bright Carbuncles, . Lightens the room with artificial Day, And from the Lee with water-flowing Pipes The moiiturc is derived into this Arch, | Where 1 have plac'd fair Efirild fecretly. Thither eftfoons accompanied with my Page, I covertly vifit my Heart's defire. Without fufpicion of the meaneft Eye, For Love aboundeth flill with Policy. And thither Hill means Locrine to repair, \ 'Till Atrofos cut off mine Uncle's Life.

SCENE V.

Enter Humber alone, fay^^i 5 O 'vita mifero longa, f^elici bre^is ! Eheu malorum fames extr^mum malum. Long have I lived in this defart Cave, ^ With eating Haws andmiferable Roots, Devouring Leaves andbeaftly E.\cremcnts.

Caves

-46 The Tragedy of Loctmt.

Caves were my Beds, and Stones my Pillovvbere^ Fear was my Sleep, and Horror was my Dream \ For ftill methought at every boiflerous Blaft, Now hocrine comes, r\o\w Hut?iber thou muft diei So that for Fear and Hunger, Humberi Mind <Can never reft, but always trembling flands. ^rO what DanubiurnovJ may quench mvThirft ? What Euphr^teSi wJiat light-foot Euripus May no^y allay the Fury of that Heat, Which raging in my Entrails eats me up ? You ghaftly Devils of the ninefold Stjxy You damned Ghofts of joylefs JcheroTj, You mournful Soul?, vext in y^^y/T^/j Vaults, You cole-black Devils of Avemus Pond, Come with your Fle(h-hooks, rend m.yfamifht Arms, Thefe Arms that have fuflain'd their Alafter's Life ; Corrife with your Razors rip my Bowels up, With your fliarp Fire-forks crack my Uarved Bones* Ufe me as you will, fo Humher may not live^ Accurfed Gods that rule the iiarry Poles, , Accurfed Jo<ve, King of th' accurfed Gods, Cart down your Lightning on poor Humberts H^ad, That 1 may leave this Death-like Life of mine. What hear you not, and ihall not Hur^iber die ? Nay I will die, though all the Gods fay nay. And gentle Ahy take my troubled Corps, T-ake it and keep it from all mortal Eyes, That none may fay, when I have loft my Breath, The very Floods confpir'd 'gainft Humbert Death.

\Tlings himjelf into the Riv&r,

Enter the Ghojl of Albana6l. En cadem fequituvy ceedcs in ca de quiefco. Humher is dead, joy Heav'ns, leap Earth, dance Trees ; Now may' It thou reach thy Apples, T^antalusy And with 'em feed thy hunger-bitten Limbs, Now Syfiphus leave tumbling of thy Rock, And reit thy rcftlefs Bones upon the fame. Unbind Ixion, cruel Rhadamanth, And lay proud Humher on the whirling Whetl. Back will I poft to Hell-Meuth Icvnc.rusy

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And pafs Cocytus, to the Elyfian Fields,

And tell my Father Brutus this News. \^Exit,

ACT V. SCENE I.

.Enter Ate as hffore. Jafon leading CreonV Daughter, Medea folltm/jing, a Garland in her Handy and put ^ ting it jon CreonV Daughter s Head, fetteth it m fire^ . and then killing Jafon and her, departs.

Ate. T O N tarn Trlnacrlls ex^Jluat jEtna ca'uernls,

J[^^( Lo'/^ furtlvo qtiam cor mullerls amore^ Medea feeing Jajon leave her Love, J^nd chufe the Daughter of the Tnehan King, Went to her devilifh Charms to work Reveng€4» And raifing up the triple Hecate, With all the rout of the condemned Fiends, Framed a Garland by her magick Skill, With which die Wrought Jafon and Creon$ IH. :S© Guendellne feeing her felf mifusM, And HumhePs Paramour polTefs her place, Flies to the Dukedom of Cor nubia. And with her Brother, flout ThrafimachuSf •Gathering a Power of Cornijh Soldiers, Gives Battle to her Hulband and his Hofl:^ Nigh to the River of great Mercia : The Chances of this difmal MafTacre, That which enfueth fhortly will unfold. [Exit.

SCENE

Enter Locrine, Camber, Aflarachus, /zWThrafimachus.

Jffa, But tell me, Coufm, dy'd my Brother fo ? Now who is left to haplefs Albion, That as a Pillar might uphold our State, That might ftrike Terror to our daring Foes ? Now who is left to haplefs Britans, -That might defend her from the barbVous Hands Of thofe that ftilldcfire her ruinous fall. And feek to work her downfal and decay ?

Cam.

48 The Tragedy ^Loerinc'

Cam, Ay Uncle, Death's our common Enemy, And none but Death can match our matchlefs Power ; Witnefs the Fall of Alhioneius Crew ; Witnefs ^^¥2^^i'HumberzxA')x\^iitmnSy And this foul Death hath now increased our Woe, By taking Ckr'ineius fi'om this Life, And in his room leaving us Worlds of Care.

nra. But none may more bewail his mournful Hearfe* Than I that am the IfTue of his Loins. Now foul befal that curfed Humber% Throat, That was the caufer of his lingring Wound.

Lqc. Tears cannot raife him from the D«ad again^ Butwhere's my Lady, Millrefs Gue7ideline?

nra. In Corti'vjally Lccrine, is my Siller now, Providing for my Father's Funeral.

Loc. And let her there provide her mourning Weeds> And Aourn for ever her own Widow-hood, Ne'er lhall Ihe come within our Palace-Gate, To counter-check brave Locrine in his Love. Go, Boy, to Deucolitum, d©wn the Lee» Unto the Arch where lovely EJlrild lies. Bring her and Sabre?! ftraight unto the Court, She (hall be Queen in Guendeline^ room. Let others wail for Corir,eius Death, I mean not fo to macerate my Mind, For him that barr'd me from my Heart's Dcfire.

^hra. Hath Locrine then forfook his Guendeline ? Is Corineius Death fo foon forgot ? If there be Gods in Heav'n, as fure there be. If there be Fiends in Hell, as needs there muf^. They will revenge this thy notorious wrorg, And pour their Plagues upon thy curfed Liead,

Loc. What, prat'il: thou, Pealant, to thy Sovereign ? Or art thou ftrucken in fome Extafy ? Doft thou not tremble at our Royal Looks ? Doll thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns ? Thou beardlefs Boy, were't not that Locrine fcorns To vex his mind with fuch a Heartlefs Child, With the fharp Point of this my Battle-axe, I'd fend thy Soul to Puriphlegiton.

2 7hra,

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Thru. Though I be yaung and of a tender Age^ Yet will I cope with Lecrine when he dares. My noble Father, wirh his conqu'ring Sword* Slew the two Giants, Kings of Acj^uitum, Thrafimachus is not fo degenerate. That he fliould fear and tremble at the Looks, Or taunting Words of a Venerean Squire.

Loc, Menacefl: thou thy Royal Sovereign? Uncivil, not beleeming fuch as you. Injurious Traitor (for he is no lefs That at defiance ftandcth with his King) Leave thefe thy Taunts, leave thefethy bragging Words, Uolefs thou raean'ft to leave thy wretched Life.

Thra, If Princes ftain their glorious Dignity With ugly fjpots of monftrous Infamy, They Icefe their former Eftimarion, And throw themfelves into a Hell of hare,

Loc, Wilt thou abufe my gentle Patience, As though thou didft our high difpleafure fcorn ? Proud Boy, that thou may*fl know thy Prince is mov'd, Yepu greatly mov'd at this thy fwelling Pride, wAjianifti thee for ever from our Q)urt.

•''t. Then, lofel Locriney look unto thyfelf, i:h^fi'f>*achm will revenge this Injury. [Exit,

Lo1hF&rzvjt\y proud Boy, and learn to ufc thy Tongue.

JJfa, Alas, my Lord, yoi; fliouid have called to nx r.d. The latefl: Words that Brutus (pake to yoi^. How he defir'd you, by the Obedience Thar Children ought to bear their Sire, To love and favour Lady Guendeltne : Confider this, that if the Injury Do move her mind, as certa nly it will, War and DifTenfi^n follow fpecdily. V/hat though her Power be not lo g eat as yo^rs. Have you not fcen a mighty Elephant Slain by the biting of a iilly Moufe ? Even fo the chance of War inconftant is.

Loc. Peace, Uncle, Peace, and ceaie to talk thereof$ For he that fecks, by whifpering this or that, To trouble Locrine, in his fweeteft Life, Let him pcrfuade himfdf to die the death,

C Enter

50 The Tragedy ^'Locriner

^nur the Page, whh Eftrild and Sabren. ' Efl, Ofay me, Page, tell me, where ij the King » Wherefore doth he fend me to the Court ? Is it rodie? is it to end my Life? Say me, fweet Boy, tell me and do not feign.

Page, No,truft me, Madam, if you will credit the Httle Honelty that is y^ left me, there is no fuch Danger as you fear; but prepare your felf, yonder'sthe King.

£/?. Then BJlrild, life thy dazled Spirits up, [Kneelinj^. And blefs that bieflfed time, that Day, that Hour, That warlike Locrine firft did favour thee. Peace to the King of BritAny, my Love, Peace to all thofe that love and favour him.

Lae, Doch EJirild fall with fach Sub niifio}!

[Taking hsr uf .

Before her Servant King of Albion ?

Ariie, fair Lady, leave this lovely Che?.r,

Lift up thple Looks that cherifli Locrine's Heart,

That I may freely view that rofeal Face,

Which fo entangled hath my love-fick Brcaft.

Now to the Court, where we will court it out.

And pafs the Night and Day in Venus' Sports.

Frolick, brave Peers, be joyful with your King [^F-^m.

SCENE III. . f

"Enter Guendeline, Thrafimachus, Madan, aniJi Soldiers, Guen. You gentle Winds, that with your modeft Blafts Pafs through the Circuit of the Heav'nly Vault, En'cr the Clouds unto the Throne of Jove, And bear my Pray'rs to his all-hearing Ears, For Locrine hath for fa ken Guendeline y And learn to love proud Humberts Concubine. You happy Sprites that in the concave Sky, With pleafanr Joy, enjoy your fwceteft Love, Shed forth thofe Tears with me, which then you ihcd, When firft you woo'd your Ladies to their Wills: Thofe Tears are fitted for my woful Cafe, Since Locrine (liuns my nothing-pleafant Face, Blufhlicav'n, bluHi Sun, and hide thy (bin ing Beams, Shadow thy radiant Locks in gloomy Clouds, Ueny thy chcarful Light unto the World,

Whcpc

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Where nothing reigns but Falfhood and Deceit, What, faid I, Fallhood ? Ay, that filthy Crime, For LocYim htrh torfaken Guenhlim. B-hold the Heav'ns da wail for GueMhe ; The fliining Sun doth blufh for Guendeline : The liquid Air doth weep tor Guendeline: The very Ground doth groan for GnendeUne: Ay, they are milder than the Britain K.ing, For he lejedteth lucklefs Guendeline.

Thrd. Sifter, complaints arc bootlefs in this cafe. This open Wrong muft have an open Plague: This Plague muft be repaid with grievous War, This War muft finifli with Locrinus' Death, His Death will foon extmguifti our Complaints.

Guen. O no, his Death will more augment ray wocsf He was my Husband, brave Thrajjmnchusy More dear to me than th'apple of mine Eye, Nor can I find in Heart to work his Scathe.

Thru. Madam, if not your proper lajuriesy Nor my Exile, can move you to revenge: Think on our Father CortnAus' Words, His Words to us ftand always for a Law. Should Locrine live, that caus'd my Father's Dea&h? Should Locrine live, that now divorceth you? The Heav'ns, the Earth, the Air, the Fire reclaims j And then why fhould all we deny the fame?

Guen. Then henceforth farewel womanifhComplaintf, All childifh Piry henceforth then farewel: But curfed Locrine, look unto thy felf, For Neme/is, the Miftrefs of Revenge, Sits arm'd at all Points on our difmal Blades, And curfed Eflrild, that inflam'd his Heart, Shall, if 1 li^re, die a reproachful Death.

Mad, Mother, tho* Nature makes me to lament My lucklcfs Father's frovvard Letchery ; Yet for he wrongs my Lady Mother, thus, I, if I could, my felf would work his Death.

. Thro,, See, Madam, fee, the defire of Revenge Is in the Children of a tender Age. Forward, brave Soldiers, into Mercian Where we (hall brave the Coward to his Face. [Exeunt.

Ci SCENE

5 i The Tmgedy of Locrine.

SCENE IV.

Enter Locrine, Eflrild, Sihv^vi.h^^diXZchus./in^theSoUieru

)LocjVt]\ me, u^jpirachusyzrc the Cornijh ChufSs In fuch great number come to Mercia, And have they pitched there their Hoft, So clojfe unto our Royal Manfion ?

j^Jpt' They are, my Lord, and mean incontinent To bid defiance to your Majefty.

Loc. It makfs me laugh, to think that Guendelim Shou-ld have the Heart to come in Arms againft me.

Eft. Alas, my Lord, the Horfe will run amain When as the Spur doth gall him to the Bonej Jealoufy, Locrine^ hath a wicked fting.

Loe. Say^ft thou lb, Efirild, Beauty's Paragon ? Well, wc wiil try her Chokr to the Proof, And make her know, Locrine can brook no braves. March on, Jffaro^hus^ thou mud lead the way. And bring us to their proud Pavilion. [Exeunt >

c; r T? r>T T7

Enter the Ghoft of Cor ineius, rvhh Tkunder and UgJytnhi*,

Ghofl, Behold, the Circuit of the azure Sky Thrown forth fad Tniobs 2nd grievous Sufpirs, Prejadicating lo^crm's Overthrow: The Fire cafteth forth fhorp davts of Flames, The great Foundaiio.n of the triple World Trembleth and quakerh with a mighty noifc, Prefaging bloody M:?ii'^cres at hand. The wandring Birds rhat flutter in the dark, When hellini Ni<^ht in cloudy Chariot feated, Cafterh her Mi(h on (l^ady TelJui Face, ^ With fable Mantles covering all the Earth, ^ Now fly abroad amid the cheerful Day, Foretelling feme unwonted Miicry. The fnarling Curs of darkned Tartarus, Sent from Avernus Ponds by Rhadamanth^ With howling Ditncs peftei ev'ry Wood ; The watry Ladies, and the light- toot FawiH,

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And all the rabble of the woody Nymphs, All trembling hide themfelvcs in (hady Groves, And fhroud themfelvcs in hideous hollow Pits. The boiilerous Horeas thundrt;th forth Revenge: The ftony Rocks cry out on fliarp Revenge: The thorny Bufli pronounceth dire Revenge.

{Sound the Alarum*

Nay Corineius ftay and (ce Revenge,

And feed thy Soul With Locrint's Overthrow :

Behold they come, the Trumpets call them forth.

The roaring Drums fummon the Soldiers.

Lo ! where their Army gliftereth on the Plains.

Throw forth thy Ligh ning, mighty Jupiter,

Andpour thy Plagues on c\iv£tdiLocrine'' sYi^'dd^ [Stands afde.

Enter Locrine,Eftrild, AfTarachus.Sabren and their Soldiers'

at one Door; Thrafimachus, Guendeline, Madan, an4

their Followers at antfther.

Loc. Whar, is the Tiger darted from his Cave? Is Guendeline come from CornuSia, That thus (he braveth Locrine to the Teeth ? And haft thou found thine Armour, pretty Boyr Accompanied with thefe thy ftragghng Mates? Believe me but this Enterpnze was bold. And well deferveth Commendation.

Guen. Ay, Locrine , Trrn'rous Locrine, wearecomCr With full pretence to feelc thine Overthrow. What have 1 done that thou fhouldfl fcorn me thus? What have I faid that thou fhouldfl: me reje<^ ? Have I been difobedient to thy Words ? Have I bewrayM thy arcane Secrecy ? Have I d:fhonoured thy Marriagc^Bed With filthy Crimes, or with lafcivious Lufls? Nay, it is thou that haft di (honoured it, Thy filthy Mind o'ercome with filthy Luf^a^ Yieldeth unto Affection's filthy Darts» Unkind, thou wrong'ft thy firft and trueft fear, Unkind, thou wrong'Il ihy beft and dearcfi Friend j Unkind, thou fcorn'ft all skilful ^r«r/<j* Laws, Forgetting Father^ Uncle, and thy fclf.

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54 T^^e Tragedj^ ofLocnn^.

£/?. Believe me, Locrine, but the Girl js wife. And well would Teem to roaks a Vcftal Nun,

How finely frames (he her Oration!

Thra,. Locrine, we came not here to fight wichWords,

Words that can never win the Viflory,

But for you are fo merry in your Frumps,

Unfheath your Swords, and try it out by force,

That we may fee who hith the better hand.

Loc. Think' it rh)u to dare me, bold thrafmachta?

Think'ft thou to fear mc; with thy taaniing braves,

Or do we fcem too w_Mk ro cope wirh thee ?

Soon lhall I Ihew thee my fine curtrng Blade,

And with my Sv/ord, the Mefifenger of Death,

Seal thee an Acquittance for thy bold attempts. [^Ar?«ny.

Somd the Alarum. Enter Locrine, Aflarachus. and aSd- dier at one Door Guendcline^ThrafimachuS:^/ another : Locrine and his Fdhwers driven baek.

T/;^« Locrine and £(lrild emsr again in amaze. Loc. Ofm Eftrilda, we have loft the Field,

Thrajimachus hach won the Vi(ftory,

And we are left to be a laughin^y-ftcck,

Scoft at by thofe that are our Enemies.

Ten thovfard So'diers arm'd with Sword and Shield,

Prevail againft an hundred thoufand Men.

Thr/r/imachus incenrt with fuming Ire,

Ragcth amongft the faint-heart Soldiers

Like ro grim Mars^ when cove.'d with hfs Target

He fought with Diomedes in the Field,

Clofe by the Banks of liiver Simois. [Sound the Jlaru?n.

O lovely Ejhild now the Chafe begins,

Ne'er (hall we fee the ftately Troynovant

Mounted with Courfers garnillu all with Pearls,

Ne'er fliall we view the fair Concordia^

tkilefs as Captives we be thirher brought.

Shall Locrine then be taken Prifoner,

Byfucha youngling as Thra/imachus?

Shall Guendeline capiivate my Love?

Ne'er i*nall mine Eyes behold that difmal hour,

Ne'er will I view that ruthful Spedacle,

for with my Sword, or this fliarp Curtle- Axe,

I'll cat iniuuder my accu*fed Heart*

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Bat O you Judges of the ninefold Styx^

Which wich inceffant Tormicnts rack tjic Gkofts

Within the bottomblefs Aby^us Pits,

YoaGods Commanders of the Heavenly Spheres,

Whoie Will and Laws irrevocable (land,

Forgive, forgive this foul accurfed Sin;

Forger, O vjods, this foul condemned Fault ^

And now my Sword,that in fo many Fig ht5[i:///^j hisSmrd.

Haft fav*d the Life of Brutus and his Son,

End now his Life that wifheth ftill for Death,

Work now his Death that wifheth ftill for Death,

Work now his Death that hateth ftill his Life.

Farcwel, fair EJiriUy Beauty's Paragon,

Framed in the front of forlorn Miferies,

Ke*er fliall mine Eyes behold thy Sun-fhine Eyes^

But when we meet in the Elyfian Fields,

Thither I go before with haften*d pace.

Farewel, vain World, and thy inticing Snares,

Farewcl, foul Sin, and thy inticing Pleafures,

And welcome Death, the end of mortal Smart,

Welcome to Lt^crinis over-burthen'd Heart.

[Thrufis himfelf through with his Swori, Bre^k Heart with Sobs and grievous Sufpirs, Stream forth your Tears from forth my watry Eyes, Help me to mourn for warlike Locrine's Death, Pour down yoar Tears you watry Regions, ■For migthy Locrim is bereft of Life. O fickle Fortune, O unftable World, Whatelfe are all things, that this Globe contain*. But a confufed Chaos of mifhaps ? Wherein as in a Glafs we plainly fee. That all our Life is but a Tragedy, 'Since mighty Kings are fjbjecfl ro mifliap, Ay, mighty Kings are fubjea: to mifhap-j •Smce martial L<7rr/«e is bereft of Life. Shall Ejlrild live then after Locrine's Dearh"? Shall love of Life bar her from Lojrwe's Sword f O no, this Sword thac hath bereft his Life, Shall now deprive me of my fleeting Soul: Strengthen thefe Hands O nughty Ju pit ^, That 1 may end my woful Mifery,

Locrnt

5 6 The T "^cigedy of Locriiic.

Locrine I come, Lgcrine, I follow thee. herfelf* Sound the Alarum. Enter S^bren.

Sa^. What doleful Sight, what ruthful Spcdacle Hath Fortune offer'd to my haplefs Heart ? My Father flain with fuch a faral Sword, My Mother murther'd by a mortal Wound ? "What Thracian Dog, what barbarous Mirmtdork, Would not relent at fuch a ruthful cafe ? "What fierce Achilles, what hard ftony Flint, Would not bemoan this mournful Tragedy ? Locrine, the Map of Magnanimity, Lies flaughtcr'd in this foul accurfed Cave; EftrtUy the perfedl Pattern of Retjown, Nature's fole Wonder, in whofe beauteous Breafts All heav'nly Grace and Virtue was inflirin'd. Both malTacred are dead within tnis Cavej And with them dies fair PalUs and fweet Love* Here lies a Sword, and Sabren harh a Heart, This bleflrd Sword fliall cut my curfed Heart, And bring my Soul unto my Parents Ghofts, That they that live and view our Tragedy, May mourn our cafe with mournful Plaudites.

[Offtrs to kill herfdf. Ay mc, my Virgin's Hands are too too weak, To penetrate the bulwark of my Brcaft ; My Fingers, us'd to rune the amorous Lute, Are not of force to hold this fteely Gkfve, So I am left to wail my Parents Death, Not able for to work my proper Death. Ah Locrine, honoured for thy Noblenels, Ah EjirilJ, famous for thy Conftancy, 111 may they fare that wi ought your mortal Ends. Enter Guendel'ne, Thrafimachu^, Mzd^n^anti the SoUiers.

Guen. S;arch,Soldier«,fearch, find Locrifje and his Lcve> Find the proud Strumpet, Humberts Concubine, That 1 may change thofe her fo pleafing Looks To pale and ignominious Afpedt. Find mc the IHuc of their curfed Love, Find me young Sa^ren, Locrine's only |oy. That I may glut my Mind with luke'wajBB Blood,. ,

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Swiftly diftilling from the Baftard^s Breaft:. My Farmer's Ghoft ftill haunts me for Revenge, Crying, Revenge my over-haftenM Death. My Brother's Exile, and mine own Divorce, Banilli remorie clean from my brazen Heart, All Mercy from mine adamantine Breads.

Thra.. Nor doth thy Husband lovely Gue^delini^ That wonted was to guide our ftarlcfs Sreps, Enjoy this Light j fee where he mjrtic.'*d lies. By lutkicfs Lot and froward frowning Fate : And by him lies his lovely Paramour, Fair Eftrild, goa ed with a dilmal Sword, And as it feems, both murder'd by themfelveij Clafping.each other in their fe.blcd Arras, With loving Zeal, as if for Compiny Their uncontented Co'^ps were yet content To pafs foul Styx in Ch^ircns Ferry-boat.

Gfien. And harh proud EfiriU then prevented m€, Hath fhe elcaped GHzndeUnes Wrath, By violently cutting off her Life ? Would God fhe ha;1 the monilrous HyJr 4*5 Li ve^

every Kour miglit tiave died ideith, Worfe than thefwin j; of old Ixion's Wheel, And every hour revive to die again, As Tittus bound to houflels Caucafon^ Doth feed the Subftance of his own mifhap. And every day for want of Food doth die, And every night doth live again to die. But ftay, methinks, I hear fome fainting Voice, Mournfully weeping for their luc kiefs Death.

Sa6. You Movinrain-Nymphs which in thefe Defarts Ceafe off your hafty chafe of Savage Beads, [reign. Prepare to fee a Heart oppreft with Care, Addrefs your Ears to hear a mournful Stile, No human Stre-ngth, no Work can work mj Weal, Ore in my Heart fo Tyrant-like doth deal. You Dri fide f and light- foot You gracious Fairies, which at Even-tide Your Clofets leave with heav'nly Beauty ftor'd, And on your Shoulders fpread your golden Locks, You Savage Bears in Caves and darkea'd Dens,

Come

5 i The Tragedy of Locrinc.

Come wail with me the martial Locrine's Death, Come mourn with me, for beauteous EJirild's Death. Ah loving Parents, little do you know What Sorrow Sabren fuflers for your thrall.

Guen. But may this be, and is it poffible, Lives Sabren yet to expiate my Wrath ? Fortune, I thank thee for this courr^fie. And let me never fee one profperous hour, li Sabren die not a reproachful Death.

Sab, Hard-hearted Death, that when the Wretched caS, Art fartheft off, and feldom hear*rt at all, But in the midft of Fortune's good Succefs, Uncalled comes, and (heens our Life in twain : When will that hour, that blefled hour draw nigh, When poor diftrefled Sabren may be gone? Sweet Jtrofos cut off my fa^al Thread 5 What art thou Death, fhall not poor Sabren die?

[Guendeline taking her by the Chin.fays^

Gnen. Yes, Damfel, yes, Sabren (hall furely die, Tho' all the World Should feek to fave her Life, And not a common Death fhall Sabren die, But after ftrange and grievous Punifhments, Shortly inflided on thy Baftard's Head, Thou flialt be caft into the curfed Streams, And feed the Fiflies with thy tender Flc(h.

Sab. Andthink'ft thou then, thou cruel Homicide, That thefe thy Deeds fhall be unpunifhed ? No, Traitor, no, the Gods will venge thefe Wrongs, The Fiends of Hell will mark thefe Injuries. Never (hall thefe blood fucking mafty Curs Bring wretched Sabren to her lateft home, For I myfelf, in fpite of thee and thine. Mean to abridge my former Deftinies, And that which Locrine's Sword could not perform. This prefcnt Stream (hall prefent bring to pafs.

[She drowns her/elf.

Guen. One Mifchief follows on another's Neck. Who would have thought (b young a Maid as (he, With fuch a Courage would have fought her death ? And for bccaufc this River was the Place Where little Sabren refoktely died,

Sahfen

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S4^nn for ever fliall this fame be cali'd. And as for Locrine, our decealed Spoufe, .Becaufe he was the Son of mighty Brute^ To whom we owe oar Country, Lives and Goodsj He fhall be buried in a ftacely Tomb, Ciofe by his aged Father Brutus' Bones, With fuch great Pomp and great Solemnity, As well befe«ms fo brave a PrinCc as he. Let Eflrild be without the fhallow Vauki, Without the Honour due unro the Dead, Becaufe flie was the Author of this Vfar. Re ire brave Ft rowers unco Troynovant, Where we will celebrate thcfe Exequies, And place young Locrine in his Father's Tomh. \Exeun4^

Jte. Lo here the end of lawlels Treachery, Of Ufurpation amd ambitious Pride. And they that for their private Amours dare Turmoil our Land, and fet their Broils abroach, Let them be warmed by thefe Fremiffes, And as a Woman was the on^y caufe That civil Difcord was then ftirrcd up. So let us pray for that renowned Maid, That eight and thirty Years the Scepter fway^ In quiet Peace and fweet Felicity, And every Wight that fecks her Grace's Smart, 'Would that this Sword were pierced in his Heart. [E^i/.

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ADVERTISEMENT.

JTonfon, and the other Proprietors of the Copies of . Shake/pear's Plays, defigning to finifh their Edi- tion now publ fhing, with all fpeed, give notice, That with the laft Play they will deliver Gratis general Titlce to each Volume of the whole Work, fo that each Play may be bound in its proper Place : and alfo do give fur- ther notice, That any Play of Shake/pear's that cow is, or hereafter fliall be out of Print, will be re-printed without delay; £q that all Gentlemen who have bought thefe Plays fhall not be difappointed, but may depend OH having their Setts com pleated.

N. B. Whereas ene R. Walker has propofed to pirate all Shakespear'j ?laysy but through Ignorance of -what Tlays are Shakespear';, did in fever al Advenifemtnts fropofe to print Oedipus King of Thebes, as one of Shakespear'^ Flays and has jinee printed Tate'j Kinq LtAKinJiead of ShakespearV, and in that and Hamlet has omitted almofl one half of the genuine Editions printed by J.Tonion and Proprietors: The JVorld roilt therefore judge horo likely they are to have a compleat ColkcUo'i qf Shakespear'/ Plays from the faid R. Walker.

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