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On the ancient Hyrulean stone tablets

In Tears of the Kingdom, there's a sidequest you get relatively early called Messages from an Ancient Era, in which you are tasked with finding stone tablets hidden throughout Hyrule that contain Zonai-era first-hand accounts of the royal family. There are 13 in total to locate.

You yourself can't read them, and must take pictures of the tablets to take them to Wortsworth, a Zonai Survey Team historian who can read the ancient texts for you.

The problem with this is that he doesn't tell you what the tablets actually say; he reads their ancient Hyrulean as-is, then gives his own take. And it's a take which cuts out so much context from the original text.

Fortunately, I am a nerd.

Unnamed First Tablet

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ones held y honore als hochmayde to kyng Rauru ond quen Sonia, thaerafter to his suster ond to princesse Zelda. "Her on thaes gret stan ond twelf mo withalle make y endite min time with the hyred roial. "So michte heore remembraunce preserven for the sake of him on whom oure hope raeste."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It's short, but it's an introduction from a servant to Rauru and Sonia, the founding king and queen of Hyrule. "She also waited on the king's elder sister, Mineru, as well as someone named Zelda, and wrote of their daily lives in 13 tablets. "It couldn't be simpler! "I intend to more thoroughly research what this chamberlain hoped to convey in these ancient tablets."

The actual translation:

"Once held I honor as handmaid to king Rauru and queen Sonia, thereafter to his sister and to princess Zelda. "Here on this great stone and twelve more withall make I ending my time with the hired royal. "So might here remembrance preserve for the sake of him on whom our hope rests."

Account of a Celebration

The ancient Hyrulean:

"So swete the song of kyng Rauru, ond so grete the beaute of his susteres daunce, that wer min eies ond eres captif. "Ond so hende quen Sonias gasen on us alle, so felt y min herte als captif fallen. "Seruantes lyf, tho moche laboursum, han moche jolitee as welle. Longe be the lyf of the roial familie thaere y love so."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an account of a party from those days. "It says King Rauru and his older sister sang and danced together while Queen Sonia looked on. "We think of royalty as austere and reserved, but these nobles amused themselves with song and dance. "But what a vivid recounting of a scene never before related in any history book… "The descriptions of their personalities and expressions make the ancient past feel alive again. "This stone tablet is a first-class find. Well done, dear chamberlain, in leaving behind this account for us. "I'm positively beside myself to think of how this story from the ancient past persevered so long to reach us today."

The actual translation:

"So sweet the song of king Rauru, and so great the beauty of his sister's dance, that were mine eyes and ears captive. "And so had queen Sonia's gaze on us all, so felt I mine heart also captive fallen. "Servant's life, though much laboursome, have much jollity as well. Long be the life of the royal family there I love so."

The Strong Queen and the Receptive King

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sonia, quen to Hyrules kyng, bi birthe Hylian preesterresse, hirself yborn of londe, nat of skie aboven. "Speken she with open herte, eornest to alle, euen even to the Zonais kyng. "This kyng ythinke it gode aventure so to lerne of the londes folke. To sen his hed ybent to listenen is swich plesaunce."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one looks to be about Queen Sonia. It claims that Sonia was a priestess before marrying Rauru. "Despite his status as a Zonai, a people popularly thought to be gods, she would counsel him without any trepidation. "Moreover, Rauru heeded this counsel. "This account gives us firsthand knowledge of the nature of Queen Sonia and King Rauru's relationship. "Rauru found himself unexpectedly charmed by her strong will, and before long, they were married… "Er, that last bit isn't in the text. That's me speculating. "History rarely speaks of a person's character prior to being elevated to royalty. So I can't help but fantasize."

The actual translation:

"Sonia, queen to Hyrule's king, by birth Hylian priestess, herself born of land, not of sky above. "Speak she with open heart, earnest to all, even even[sic] to the Zonai's king. "This king thinks it a good adventure so to learn of the land's folk. To seen his head bent to listening is such pleasure."

The Harmonious Couple

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Oft wys Rauru, kyng of kene blade, weyve his werk real in faver of the hunte. "Ond oft queynt Sonia, quene of kene insight, seke out him and repaire this kyng to kyngly besynesse. "In hir sapience semes she divin, that she cunne him ever finde and for hes folly semes him the mor humain. "Ond the kyng? O, he laughe. Nat him hir equal for hir wit, he kunne. Ond the quen, she laughe to, als even she scolden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is a tale of King Rauru. "Apparently, he would vacate his official business from time to time in order to go out hunting. "I had the impression he was a stricter, more serious king, but I guess he had a lighter side as well. "However, Queen Sonia was always a step ahead. She would put a stop to King Rauru's hunts and bring him back. "We rarely get a glimpse into the down-to-earth side of royalty in this way. It's an important find, to be sure."

The actual translation:

"Oft was Rauru, king of keen blade, leave his work real in favor of the hunt. "And oft quaint Sonia, queen of keen insight, seek out him and repair this king to kingly business. "In her sapience seems she divine, that she can him ever find and for his folly seems him the more human. "And the king? Oh, he laughs. Not him her equal for her wit, he knows. And the queen, she laughs too, as even she scolds."

A Pilgrimage of Light

The ancient Hyrulean:

"The kyng was late y-come this aven, so maked the quene to sharen tales of hir lond, of shirines al grene yglouen. "Of erli daies sinnes Hyrules funding have diverse monstres hir reaume biseged ond assaylled. "Uncesinge in striffe, thei broughte to despeir folkes lyfen. Kyng ond quen ysete thamselue to bringen scurge to ende. "With might of light ond pouere, driven abak ybeen, ond the roial couple made thes shirines to selen him awei. "Thes holi selen ben yclept Shirines of Light. "Gret kyng, grete quen, y thank ye. Ye foughte whan y wer maiden-child, that y kude pes toknouen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is the actions King Rauru and Queen Sonia undertook not long after Hyrule's founding. "With the kingdom established, they were worried for their people, so they set out to eradicate the monsters troubling them. "They created structures called Shrines of Light to seal the monsters away so that they could never be revived. "There's more here about light…and time too… The sense I get is that the two of them may have had supernatural powers. "Though it's part of ancient history, it's a feat those of us living today should still be grateful for. Truly an important discovery."

The actual translation:

"The king was late to come this evening, so made the queen to share tales of her land, of shrines all green glowing. "Of early days since Hyrule's founding have diverse monsters her realm besieged and assailed. "Unceasing in strife, they brought to despair folks' lives. King and queen set themselves to bringing scourge to end. "With might of light and power, driven aback they been, and the royal couple made these shrines to seal him away. "These holy seals been called Shrines of Light. "Great king, great queen, I thank you. You fought when you were maiden-child, that I could peace to know."

The Researcher Mineru

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Queynte Mineru, the kynges elder suster, falles so dep in hir bokes swich that she oft foryetes to eten. "In min wieried wei don y what much y con, but y fer haven that it ben litel avail. "Of late treteth she of 'constructes,' thinges did she make with her hondes as vessel for spirit whan bodi-lich failen. "So, seyde she, might she liven longe, in spiret yhused within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru ne semes to holden ani deceyte… Bi my feith, y kan nat als trouthe thes wordes bileven"

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here, we learn a bit about Mineru. "It says that she neglected to eat or sleep while making something called a…construct? "It was part of her research into a means of returning to life as a spirit possessing a new body, should her original one die. "To you or I, this sounds less like history and more like some sort of ghost story. "But remember who we're dealing with. They may have had unfathomable powers that made such things possible. "The revelation that Mineru was a fellow researcher makes her feel like a kindred spirit to me, and yet… "The chamberlain who inscribed these tablets treats Mineru with such care and kindness that it warms my heart."

The actual translation:

"Quaint Mineru, the king's elder sister, falls so deep in her books such that she oft forgets to eat. "In my worried way do I what much I can, but I fear have that it be little avail. "Of late treats she of 'constructs,' things did she make with her hands as vessel for spirit when body lies fallen. "So, said she, might she live long, in spirit housed within this 'construct.' "Though Mineru nay seems to hold any deceit… By my faith, I can not also truth these words believe."

The Foreign Princess

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Ful fyn is the weder this morn, ond have y audience with theos princes seyd ben kin bi fer distaunt yeres to quene Sonia. "Bi gras has she been given a name most swete, of Zelda she ben yclept. "In certain folk stered suspecioun, for straunge wer hir garnementes ond sodein wer her aparaunce. "Yet wolde hir contenonce ond bering maked proof of hir right blod and bond to quene Sonia. "Als be Zelda to remainen for a wile with us, y wil mi-self als hochmayde offre ekein hir servis."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is another fascinating entry. "If my translation is correct, the Zelda described here is Sonia's distant relative. "According to this, she arrived in Hyrule unexpectedly from another kingdom. It seems she was a beautiful princess. "Her strange clothing perplexed the people of Hyrule, and many were suspicious of her at first. "But this Zelda had such an undeniable air of nobility that those who doubted she was of royal birth were soon silenced. "Note how clearly this conveys the writer's feelings regarding Zelda. "Once it was clear Zelda would be staying, she applied to be chamberlain to the princess. That suggests real admiration."

The actual translation:

"Full fine is the weather this morning, and have I audience with this princess said be kin by for distant years to queen Sonia. "By grace has she been given a name most sweet, of Zelda she been called. "In certain folk stirred suspicion, for strange were her garments and sudden were her appearance. "Yet would her countenance and bearing make proof of her right blood and bond to queen Sonia. "As be Zelda to remain for a while with us, I will myself as handmaid offer asking her service."

The Free-Spirited Zelda

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Princesse Zelda recent comes to sen Mineru, the kynges elder suster. I com eck, for hir to seruen. "Todai cam hit ipassen that Mineru sheued to Zelda construct althergrettest y hav ysen. "Zelda, she much desired on hit to riden, ond ne conne nat y seien coust hir stoppen. Though I dyde protesten. Loudli. "Neuer the lesse she made to sitten heighe upon the constructes sculdres ond to riden like an hors, al ful of grace. "Min lausion, so graunt alredy, dyde grouen al the mor."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"The subject here is Zelda and Mineru. "Zelda apparently visited Mineru often to assist with her research. "I have no idea what kind of thing this 'construct' that allowed people to ride on it was. "But Zelda rode it so well that our author the chamberlain was again impressed by her skill at everything she tried. "That's the long and short of it here. "But more than the narrative, what strikes me is the back and forth between the chamberlain and Zelda. "The chamberlain tried to warn Zelda of the danger, but Zelda pushed past her and rode the construct anyway. 'It's short but so evocative of both the level of technology found in this era and the character of their visitor Zelda. "The 'treasure' found in these stone tablets is the pearls of wisdom and nuggets of personality contained within."

The actual translation:

"Princess Zelda recent comes to see Mineru, the king's elder sister. I come with¹, for her to serve. "Today came it pass that Mineru showed to Zelda construct of the greatest I have seen. "Zelda, she much desired on it to ride, and nay could not I say cause her stop. Though I did protest. Loudly. "Never the less she made to sit high upon the construct's shoulders and to ride like a horse, all full of grace. "My laudation², so great already, did grow all the more."

The Latest Trend

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Facioun nou favereth garnementes adourned with muscheron patrons, ond fer ond wid beon thei wern. "This tast for mucheeron com of the casteles seamestre, who sogte to seuen clethes for princesse Zelda to plesen. "This facioun, Zelda telled to the seamestre, waere in hir treu hom wel loved. "In hir tim werd everichon patrons of bright hewes, in the shap of mucheron. "Anou our hende semestre set herte on thes patrons copien, which sele to mani happi persoune. "Y seche after som for min one but ne coude nat an on yfenden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"Here we learn something about the fashion trends of that era. "The story's catalyst is their Zelda telling a tailor about the mushroom-patterned outfits becoming popular in her homeland. "Intrigued, the tailor fashioned some clothing in that vein, and it caught on in ancient Hyrule. "Do you know Cece from Hateno Village? Imagine the look on her face if she were to find out! "They say that trends go in cycles, but… I didn't expect mushroom patterns to have been in fashion so long ago! "One last thing about the chamberlain… "Her interest in fashion shows there was more to her than devoted service. She was just like anyone else in the kingdom."

The actual translation:

"Fashion now favors garments adorned with mushroom patterns, and far and wide be they worn. "This taste for mushroom come of the castle's seamstress, who sought to sew clothes for the princess Zelda to please. "This fashion, Zelda told to the seamstress, were in her true home well loved. "In her time were everywhere patterns of bright hues, in the shape of mushroom. "And now our head seamstress set heart on these patterns copied, which sell to many happy persons. "I seek after some for my own but nay could not a one find."

An Ancient Ghost Story

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Of late have y herd it told a straunge ladi walkes around the castel in derk of night. "She ond princesse Zelda semes als twinnes two, but this on nadda ne light in hir eien—mor als a ded thing than not. "When she is asked about thes walkes, princesse Zelda of that ben no-thing remembren. "What monstre, or spirit of derknesse, be this visioun? So afeard y am of min imagenninges that y con nat slepen."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This one is an ancient ghost story. "My understanding of ancient Hyrulean isn't perfect, but I know a ghost story when I see one. "It's a firsthand account of a ghostly or maybe corpse-like woman who appeared each night looking just like their Zelda. "No matter the era, it seems, people can't resist sharing a good ghost story. "A bit like how there have been eyewitness accounts of our Princess Zelda in the newspaper, even though she's missing… "Could our Zelda be a ghost too? No…of course not."

The actual translation:

"Of late have I heard it told a strange lady walks around the castle in dark of night. "She and princess Zelda seem as twins two, but this one has no light in her eyes—more as a dead thing than not. "When she is asked about these walks, princess Zelda of that been nothing remembered. "What monster, or spirit of darkness, be this vision? So afraid I am of my imaginings that I cannot sleep."

For the Hero's Sake

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Sith hire founding has Hyrule swich hardshippe ysene, but that is onli smale moment of time. "Mineru, the kynges elder suster, seyes of this kyngdom that hit ne mot nat awaren aye be ycaccht, nat evenforth fer futur. "Princesse Zelda tells hire that this futur be wrat alredi, that a champioun bith from the skie comen. "Bitwene the two, thei imaked to finden a wei this champioun in that distaunt time to ohelpen. "Her min treuthe, sogte thei to up-reisen the Temple of Time, into the skie to warden hit onyenes ivil. "Al dyden so in fer distaunt dai, our kingdom mighte be safed. "In min herte y woot y helpen mot, ond y asked of Mineru, canst yow devyse the menes to upreisen in the skie thaes stane. "Min wordes iseie nat enow, but thei thaes memorie safen, of the roial familie, heigh in the skie for that future time."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"That one is all about the feats that Zelda performed for the sake of the hero. "The details are unclear, but essentially, the chamberlain trusted in Mineru and Zelda's predictions and wanted to help. "She put forth the suggestion to Mineru to build a mechanism that could make her stone tablets float in the sky. "Which I take it are the very tablets you found, Link? But it doesn't end there. "If my translation is correct, it suggests that their Zelda worked with Mineru to raise the Temple of Time into the sky! "The idea of the Temple of Time—a grand edifice built in that ancient era—being lifted to the skies to await a hero… "Although given the appearaance of the sky islands after the Upheaval, perhaps it's not so far-fetched as it seems. "What must it have been like for the chamberlain to live through such miraculous times?"

The actual translation:

"Since her founding has Hyrule such hardship seen, but that is only small moment of time. "Mineru, the king's elder sister, says of this kingdom that it nay may not aware it be caught, not even for the far future. "Princess Zelda tells her that this future be wrought already, that a champion be from the sky comes. "Between the two, they made to find a way this champion in that distant time to help. "Her my truth, sought they to up-risen the Temple of Time, into the sky to ward it against evil. "All done so in far distant day, our kingdom might be saved. "In my heart I want to help more, and I asked of Mineru, can you devise the means to uprisen in the sky these stones. "My words I see not now, but they these memories safe, of the royal family, high in the sky for that future time."

The Day the Land Rose

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Swich wondrous sight y hav bihelden that ne con hit nat justil be described. "The Temple of Time y sawe, ond al londe yheld it, reisen to the skie, both ferful ond majestatic. "As princesse Zelda itold mi, in fer distaunt future comes a champioun to that place, the hope that Hyrule safen. "For that champioun be hit that y thes grete stane inscriben. "The kynges elder suster, Mineru, sendes nou thes stane to the skie, that the champioun mought hem ireden."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"This is an eyewitness account of the day the Temple of Time floated into the sky. "It's a landmark discovery for the history of Hyrule. It may be one of the top 10 most important discoveries of all time! "Even among all the breathtaking displays of power we knew of from the era, to raise the land and its buildings into the sky… "That was a feat impressive even to those accustomed to wonders. You can tell as much from this account. "Zelda predicted that a hero would appear in the land they raised into the sky and that he would save Hyrule. "The chamberlain took this on faith and wanted to know how she could help. "So she inscribed these records on the stone tablets that Mineru sent into the sky. "Give me a moment. I need to view these accounts as a historian and not get so swept up in personal sentiments…"

The actual translation:

"Such wonderous sight I have beheld that nay can it not just be described. "The Temple of Time I saw, and all land held it, risen to the sky, both fearful and majestic. "As princess Zelda told me, in far distant future comes a champion to that place, the hope that Hyrule is safe. "For that champion be it that I these great stones inscribe. "The king's elder sister, Mineru, sends now these stones to the sky, that the champion might him read."

A Parting Resolve

The ancient Hyrulean:

"Rauru, Hyrules kyng. Sonia, hir quen. His elder suster, Mineru. Ond eek princesse Zelda. "Al whom y served, ond loved. Al whom thurghhon. Alon kerv y thes wordes upon this stan. "This stan, ond al thritene, serven als roial families recorde, min werk final, ful-wroht for al age. "Mani the mark made bi thes much biloved peples—som eth-sene, som unsene. "Whan y make remembraunce of hir markes, fele y flaume of hope, though ful small, within mi. "Hit be als though thes markes som graunt design describen. "I ne con nat met princesse Zelda hir lov for hir londe. What mor than, ask y, can y do for Hyrules peples. "Let min lyf lede mi fro hennes-forth an answere ful-worthi to this questioun."

What Wortsworth tells you:

"It seems this is the last of the records. "The royals whom the chamberlain served so faithfully were gone, one by one… "It's heartrending to read. Her pain comes across so clearly in her words. "What's less clear from these entries is the cause of all these partings… "Well, each new mystery is an opportunity to do more research. If I keep digging, someday I'll unravel it."

The actual translation:

"Rauru, Hyrule's king. Sonia, her queen. His elder sister, Mineru. And the princess Zelda. "All whom I served, and loved. All whom they're gone. Alone carve I these words upon this stone. "This stone, and all thirteen, serve as royal family's record, my work final, full-wrought for all ages. "Many the mark made by these much beloved peoples—some as seen, some unseen. "When I make remembrance of her marks, feel I a flame of hope, though full small, within me. "It be as though these mark some grand design described. "I nay can not meet princess Zelda her love for her land. What more than, ask I, can I do for Hyrule's peoples. "Let my life lead me for hence-forth an answer full-worthy to this question."

And that is all thirteen slabs translated.

¹ "Eck" has no apparent equivalent, but can be guessed to mean "with" from context.

² "Laudation" might not be correct; failing to translate "lausion" in English, I turned my switch to French mode, and the word that took its place was "admiration." "Laudation" was the closest related word with similar letters.

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[apocryphalshakespeare]

This is the performance script for The Apocryphal Shakespeare Company's presentation of Locrine. I found the meter and the rhetoric a lot of fun; but I was happy to hear from both actors and audience members that they enjoyed the action in the play -- especially in the IV and V acts. # Shakespeare # theater

THE

LAMENTABLE TRAGEDY OF LOCRINE

The eldest son

of King Brutus,

discoursing the wars of the Britains and Huns, with their discomfiture, the Britain's victory with their accidents, and the death of Albanact.

Play attributed in part to William Shakespeare.

2,028 lines X 3.5 seconds = 118.3 min. = 1 hour 58 min.

+ Four 5 min. intermissions

= 2 hour 18 min. Run Time.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

ATE, the Goddess of Revenge.��                       101

BRUTUS, King of Britain.                                   142 LOCRINE, his son.                                              324 CAMBER, his son.                                                 31 ALBANACT, his son.                                           145 ASSARACHUS, brother to Brutus.                     38 CORINEIUS, brother to Brutus.                         166 THRASIMACHUS, son to Corineius.               137

GWENDOLINE, daughter to Corineius,           120

                                     married to Locrine.

MADAN, son of Gwendoline and Locrine.          4

DEBON, an old Officer.                                         18

HUMBER, King of the Scythians.                      272 ESTRILD, Humber's Wife.                                 103

HUBBA, their son.                                                 54

SABREN, daughter to Estrild and Locrine.       62

SEGAR, a Scythian Commander.                      14

STRUMBO, clown.                                              209 TROMPART, clown.                                             30 OLIVER, clown.                                                     10 WILLIAM, clown.                                                      3

DOROTHY, Strumbo’s first wife.                         20

MARGERY, Strumbo’s second wife.                    9

Narrator/ understudy, pageboy, soldiers, etc.

ACT I.        PROLOGUE.

Enter Ate with thunder and lightning all

in black, with a burning torch in one hand, and a bloody sword in the other hand. Presently enter a Lion running after a Bear, or any other beast; then enter an Archer who must kill the Lion in a dumb show.

Ate narrates the action.

ATE. In paenam sectatur et umbra.[1] A mighty lion, ruler of the woods, Of wondrous strength and great proportion, With hideous noise scaring the trembling trees, With yelling clamors shaking all the earth, Traversed the groves, and chased the wandering beasts. Long did he range amid the shady trees, And drave the silly beasts before his face, When suddenly from out a thorny bush, A dreadful archer with his bow ybent, Wounded the lion with a dismal shaft. So he him stroke that it drew forth the blood, And filled his furious heart with fretting ire; But all in vain he threatened teeth and paws, And sparkleth fire from forth his flaming eyes, For the sharp shaft gave him a mortal wound. So valiant Brute, the terror of the world, Whose only looks did scare his enemies, The Archer death brought to his latest end. Oh what may long abide above this ground, In state of bliss and healthful happiness.

[Exit.]

ACT I. SCENE I.

Enter Brutus carried in a chair,

Locrine, Camber, Albanact, Corineius, Gwendoline, Assarachus, Debon, Thrasimachus.

BRUTUS. Most loyal Lords and faithful followers, That have with me, unworthy General, Passed the greedy gulf of Ocean, Leaving the confines of fair Italy, Behold, your Brutus draweth nigh his end, And I must leave you, though against my will. My sinews shrunk, my numbed senses fail, A chilling cold possesseth all my bones; Black ugly death, with visage pale and wan, Presents himself before my dazzled eyes, And with his dart prepared is to strike. These arms my Lords, these never daunted arms, That oft have quelled the courage of my foes, And eke dismayed my neighbors’ arrogance, Now yield to death, o'erlaid with crooked age, Devoid of strength and of their proper force, E’en as the lusty cedar worn with years, That far abroad her dainty odor throws, ‘Mongst 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 unto my neighbor Kings, Now by the weapons of impartial death, Is clove asunder and bereft of life, As when the sacred oak with thunderbolts, Sent from the fiery circuit of the heavens, Sliding along the air's celestial vaults, Is rent and cloven to the very roots. In vain, therefore, I strangle with this foe; Then welcome death, since God will have it so.

ASSARACHUS. Alas, my Lord, we sorrow at your case, And grieve to see your person vexed thus; But what so ere the fates determined have, It lieth not in us to disannul, And he that would annihilate his mind, Soaring with Icarus too near the sun, May catch a fall with young Bellerophon. For when the fatal sisters have decreed To separate us from this earthly mold, No mortal force can countermand their minds: Then, worthy Lord, since there's no way but one, Cease your laments, and leave your grievous moan.

CORINEIUS. Your highness knows how many victories, How many trophies I erected have Triumphantly in every place we came: The Grecian Monarch, warlike Pandrassus, And all the crew of the Molossians; Goffarius, the arm strong King of Gauls, And all the borders of great Aquitaine, Have felt the force of our victorious arms, And to their cost beheld our chivalry. Where’re Aurora, handmaid of the Sun, Where’re the Sun, bright guardant of the day, Where’re the joyful day with cheerful light, Where’re the light illuminates the world, The Trojan's glory flies with golden wings, Wings that do soar beyond fell ennui's flight. The fame of Brutus and his followers Pierceth the skies, and with the skies the throne Of mighty Jove, Commander of the world. Then worthy Brutus, leave these sad laments; Comfort yourself with this your great renown, And fear not death though he seem terrible.

BRUTUS. Nay, Corineius, you mistake my mind Construing wrong the cause of my complaints. I feared not to yield myself to death! God knows it was the least of all my thoughts; A greater care torments my very bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of it, And in you, Lordings, doth the substance lie.

THRASIMACHUS Most noble Lord, if ought your loyal peers Accomplish may, to ease your lingering grief, I, in the name of all, protest to you, That we will boldly enterprise the same, Were it to enter to black Tartarus, Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throat, Scarreth the ghosts with high resounding noise. We'll either rent the bowels of the earth, Searching the entrails of the brutish earth, Or, with his Ixion's over-daring son, Be bound in chains of ever-during steel.

BRUTUS. Then harken to your sovereign's latest words, In which I will unto you all unfold Our royal mind and resolute intent:— When golden Hebe, daughter to great Jove, Covered my manly cheeks with youthful down, Th' unhappy slaughter of my luckless sire, Drove me and old Assarachus, mine eame,[2] As exiles from the bounds of Italy: So that perforce we were constrained to fly To Graecia's Monarch noble Pandrassus. There I alone did undertake your cause, There I restored your antique liberty, Though Graecia frowned, and all Mollossia stormed, Though brave Antigonus, with martial band, In pitched field encountered me and mine, Though Pandrassus and his contributories, With all the route of their confederates, Sought to deface our glorious memory And wipe the name of Trojans from the earth, Him did I captivate with this mine arm, And by compulsion forced him to agree To certain articles we did there propound. From Graecia through the boisterous Hellespont, We came unto the fields of Lestrigon, Whereas our brother Corineius was, Since when we passed the Sicilian gulf, And so transfretting the Illyrian sea, Arrived on the coasts of Aquitaine, Where with an army of his barbarous Gauls Goffarius and his brother Gathelus Encountering with our host, sustained the foil. And for your sakes my Turnus there I lost, Turnus that slew six hundred men at arms All in an hour, with his sharp battle-axe. From thence upon the stronds of Albion To Corus haven happily we came, And quelled the giants, come of Albion's race, With Gogmagog son to Samotheus, The cursed Captain of that damned crew. And in that Isle at length I placed you. Now let me see if my laborious toils, If all my care, if all my grievous wounds, If all my diligence were well employed.

CORINEIUS. When first I followed thee & thine, brave king, I hazarded my life and dearest blood, To purchase favor at your princely hands, And for the same in dangerous attempts In sundry conflicts and in diverse broils, I showed the courage of my manly mind. For this I combated with Gathelus, The brother to Goffarius of Gaul; For this I fought with furious Gogmagog, A savage captain of a savage crew; And for these deeds brave Cornwall I received, A grateful gift given by a gracious King: And for this gift, this life and dearest blood, Will Corineius spend for Brute’s good.

DEBON. And what my friend, brave prince, hath vowed to you, The same will Debon do unto his end.

BRUTUS. Then, loyal peers, since you are all agreed, And resolute to follow Brute’s hosts, Favor my sons, favor these orphans, Lords, And shield them from the dangers of their foes. Locrine, the column of my family, And only pillar of my weakened age, Locrine, draw near, draw near unto thy sire, And take thy latest blessings at his hands: And for thou art the eldest of my sons, Be thou a captain to thy brethren, And imitate thy aged father's steps, Which will conduct thee to true honor's gate; For if thou follow sacred virtue's lore, Thou shalt be crowned with a laurel branch, And wear a wreath of sempiternal fame, Sorted amongst the glorious happy ones.

LOCRINE. If Locrine do not follow your advice, And bear himself in all things like a prince That seeks to amplify the great renown Left unto him for an inheritance By those that were his noble ancestors, Let me be flung into the ocean, And swallowed in the bowels of the earth, Or let the ruddy lightning of great Jove Descend upon this -- my devoted head.

BRUTUS.

[Taking Gwendoline by the hand.]

But for I see you all to be in doubt, Who shall be matched with our royal son, Locrine, receive this present at my hand, A gift more rich than are the wealthy mines Found in the bowels of America. Thou shalt be spoused to fair Gwendoline; Love her, and take her, for she is thine own, If so thy uncle and herself do please.

CORINEIUS. And herein how your highness honors me It cannot now be in my speech expressed; For careful parents glory not so much At their own honor and promotion, As for to see the issue of their blood Seated in honor and prosperity.

GWENDOLINE. And far be it from any maiden's thoughts To contradict her aged father's will. Therefore, since he to whom I must obey Hath given me now unto your royal self, I will not stand aloof from off the lure, Like crafty dames that most of all deny That which they most desire to possess.

BRUTUS.

[Turning to Locrine. Locrine kneeling.]

Then now, my son, thy part is on the stage, For thou must bear the person of a King.

[Puts the Crown on his head.]

Locrine, stand up, and wear the regal Crown, And think upon the state of Majesty, That thou with honor well mayest wear the crown. And if thou tendrest these my latest words, As thou requirest my soul to be at rest, As thou desirest thine own security, Cherish and love thy new betrothed wife.

LOCRINE. No longer let me well enjoy the crown, Than I do honor peerless Gwendoline.

BRUTUS. Camber.

CAMBER.                        My Lord.

BRUTUS.                                                 The glory of mine age, And darling of thy mother Imogen, Take thou the South for thy dominion. From thee there shall proceed a royal race, That shall maintain the honor of this land, And sway the regal scepter with their hands.

[Turning to Albanact.]

And Albanact, thy father's only joy, Youngest in years, but not youngest in mind, A perfect pattern of all chivalry, Take thou the North for thy dominion, A country full of hills and ragged rocks, Replenished with fierce untamed beasts, As correspondent to thy martial thoughts.

[To all three sons.]

Live long, my sons, with endless happiness,

And bear firm concordance amongst yourselves. Obey the counsels of these fathers grave, That you may better bear out violence. —

[He gasps.]

But suddenly, through weakness of my age, And the defect of youthful puissance, My malady increaseth more and more, And cruel death hasteneth his quickened pace, To dispossess me of my earthly shape. Mine eyes wax dim, o’ercast with clouds of age, The pangs of death compass my crazed bones; Thus to you all my blessings I bequeath, And with my blessings, this my fleeting soul My glass is run, and all my miseries Do end with life; death closeth up mine eyes, My soul in haste flies to the Elysian fields.

[He dieth.]

LOCRINE. Accursed stars, damned and accursed stars, To abbreviate my noble father's life! Hard-hearted gods, and 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 soon, by Demagorgon's knife, The martial Brutus is bereft of life!

CORINEIUS. No sad complaints may move just Aeacus, No dreadful threats can fear judge Rhadamanth. Wert thou as strong as mighty Hercules, That tamed the huge monsters of the world, Playedst thou as sweet, on the sweet sounding lute, As did the spouse of fair Eurydice, That did enchant the waters with his noise, And made stones, birds, and beasts, to lead a dance, Constrained the hilly trees to follow him, Thou couldst not move the judge of Erebus, Nor move compassion in grim Pluto's heart; For fatal Mors expecteth all the world, And every man must tread the way of death. Brave Tantalus, the valiant Pelops' sire, Guest to the gods, suffered untimely death, And old Tithonus, husband to the morn, And eke grim Minos, whom just Jupiter Deigned to admit unto his sacrifice. The thundering trumpets of blood-thirsty Mars, The fearful rage of fell Tisiphone, The boisterous waves of humid Ocean, Are instruments and tools of dismal death. Then, novel cousin, cease to mourn his chance, Whose age & years were signs that he should die. It resteth now that we inter his bones, That was a terror to his enemies. Take up the course, and, princes, hold him dead, Who while he lived, upheld the Trojan state. Sound drums and trumpets; march to Troynovant, There to provide our chieftain's funeral.

[Exeunt.]

ACT 1. SCENE 2.

The house of Strumbo.

[Enter Strumbo above in a gown, with ink and paper in his hand, saying: —]

STRUMBO.

Either the four elements, the seven planets, and all the particular stars of the pole Antastick, are adversative against me, or else I was begotten and born in the wane of the Moon, when everything (as Lactantius in his fourth book of Consultations doth say) goeth assward.

[Pointing to individual audience members.]

Aye, masters, aye, you may laugh, but I must weep; you may joy, but I must sorrow; shedding salt tears from the watery fountains of my most dainty fair eyes, along my comely and smooth cheeks, in as great plenty as the water runneth from the bucking-tubs, or red wine out of the hogs heads: for trust me, gentlemen and my very good friends, and so forth, the little god, nay the desperate god Cuprit, with one of his vengible bird-bolts, hath shot me unto the heel: so not only, but also, oh fine phrase, I burn, I burn, and I burn-a, in love, in love, and in love-a. Ah, Strumbo, what hast thou seen? not Dina with the Ass Tom? Yea, with these eyes thou hast seen her, and therefore pull them out, for they will work thy bale. Ah, Strumbo, hast thou heard? not the voice of the Nightingale, but a voice sweeter than hers. Yea, with these ears hast thou heard it, and therefore cut them off, for they have caused thy sorrow. Nay, Strumbo, kill thyself, drown thyself, hang thyself, starve thyself.

Oh, but then I shall leave my sweet heart. Oh, my heart! Now, pate, for thy master! I will write an eloquent love-pistle to her, and then she hearing the grand verbosity of my scripture, will love me presently.

[He writes a little and then reads.]

My pen is naught; gentlemen, lend me a knife.

[He asks several audience members to borrow their knives.]

I think the more haste the worst speed.

[He writes again, and after reads.]

So it is, mistress Dorothy, and the sole essence of my soul, that the little sparkles of affection kindled in me towards your sweet self hath now increased to a great flame, and will -- ere it be long -- consume my poor heart, except you, with the pleasant water of your secret fountain, quench the furious heat of the same. Alas, I am a gentleman of good fame and name, majestical, in parrel comely, in gate portly. Let not therefore your gentle heart be so hard as to despise a proper tall, young man of a handsome life, and by despising him, not only, but also to kill him. Thus expecting time and tide, I bid you farewell. Your servant, Signior Strumbo.

Oh wit! Oh pate! O memory! O hand! O ink! O paper!

[He kisses the letter.]

Well, now I will send it away. Trompart, Trompart! what a villain is this? Why, sirrah, come when your master calls you. Trompart!

[Trompart, entering, saith:]

TROMPART. Anon, sir.

STRUMBO.

Thou knowest, my pretty boy, what a good master I have

been to thee ever since I took thee into my service.

TROMPART. Aye, sir.

STRUMBO.

And how I have cherished thee always, as if you had been the fruit of my loins, flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone.

TROMPART. Aye, sir.

STRUMBO.

Then show thyself herein a trusty servant, and carry this letter to mistress Dorothy, and tell her—

[Speaking in his ear. Exit Trompart.]

Nay, masters, you shall see a marriage by and by. But here she comes. Now must I frame my amorous passions.

[Enter Dorothy and Trompart.]

DOROTHY.

Signior Strumbo, well met. I received your letters by your man here, who told me a pitiful story of your anguish, and so understanding your passions were so great, I came hither speedily.

[Strumbo motions for Trompart to depart.

He does so reluctantly.]

STRUMBO.

Oh my sweet and pigsney, the fecundity of my ingenie is not so great, that may declare unto you the sorrowful sobs and broken sleeps, that I suffered for your sake; and therefore I desire you to receive me into your familiarity.

     For your love doth lie,      As near and as nigh      Unto my heart within,      As mine eye to my nose,      My leg unto my hose,      And my flesh unto my skin.

DOROTHY.

Truly, Master Strumbo, you speak too learnedly for me to understand the drift of your mind, and therefore tell your tale in plain terms, and leave off your dark riddles.

STRUMBO.

Alas, mistress Dorothy, this is my luck, that when I most would, I cannot be understood; so that my great learning is an inconvenience unto me. But to speak in plain terms, I love you, mistress Dorothy, if you like to accept me into your familiarity.

DOROTHY. If this be all, I am content.

STRUMBO.

Sayest thou so, sweet wench; let me lick thy toes.

[He kisses her feet obstreperously.

Dorothy looks at the audience anxiously

and slowly disengages from Strumbo.

She then runs away.]

Farewell, mistress.

[Turning to the people.]

If any of you be in love, provide ye a capcase full of new coined words, and then shall you soon have the succado de labres, and something else.

[Exeunt.]

ACT I. SCENE 3. An apartment in the palace.

[Enter Locrine, Gwendoline, Camber, Albanact, Corineius, Assarachus, Debon, Thrasimachus.]

LOCRINE. Uncle, and princes of brave Britany, Since that our noble father is entombed, As best beseemed so brave a prince as he, If so you please, this day my love and I, Within the temple of Concordia, Will solemnize our royal marriage.

THRASIMACHUS. Right noble Lord, your subjects every one, Must needs obey your highness at command; Especially in such a cause as this, That much concerns your highness great content.

LOCRINE. Then frolic, lordings, to fair Concord's walls, Where we will pass the day in knightly sports, The night in dancing and in figured masks, And offer to God Risus all our sports

[Exeunt.]

1st Intermission.

ACT II. PROLOGUE.

[Enter Ate as before.

After a little lightning and thundering, let there come forth this show: —

Perseus and Andromeda, hand in hand, and Cepheus also, with swords and targets.

Then let there come out of another door, Phineus, all black in armor, with Aethiopians after him, driving in Perseus, and having taken away Andromeda, let them depart.   Ate, again, narrates the dumb show.]

ATE. Regit omnia numen.[3] When Perseus married fair Andromeda, The only daughter of king Cepheus, He thought he had established well his Crown, And that his kingdom should for aie[4] endure. But, lo, proud Phineus with a band of men, Contrived of sun-burnt Ethiopians, By force of arms the bride he took from him, And turned 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 accursed day, Is the beginning of his miseries. Behold where Humber and his Scythians Approacheth nigh with all his warlike train. I need not, I, the sequel shall declare, What tragic chances fall out in this war.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II. SCENE I. [A beach upon the Northernmost Scottish shore in Caithness.]

[Enter Humber, Hubba, Estrild, Segar,

and their soldiers.]

HUMBER. At length the snail doth climb the highest tops, Ascending up the stately castle walls; At length the water with continual drops, Doth penetrate the hardest marble stone; At length we are arrived in Albion. Nor could the barbarous Dacian sovereign, Nor yet the ruler of brave Belgia, Stay us from cutting over to this Isle, Whereas I hear a troop of Phrygians Under the conduct of Postumius' son, Have pitched up lordly pavilions, And hope to prosper in this lovely Isle. But I will frustrate all their foolish hope, And teach them that the Scythian Emperor Leads fortune tied in a chain of gold, Constraining her to yield unto his will, And grace him with their regal diadem, Which I will have mauger their treble hosts, And all the power their petty kings can make.

HUBBA. If she that rules fair Rhamnis' golden gate Grant us the honor of the victory, As hitherto she always favored us, Right noble father, we will rule the land, Enthronized in seats of Topaz stones, That Locrine and his brethren all may know, None must be king but Humber and his son.

HUMBER. Courage, my son, fortune shall favor us, And yield to us the coronet of bay, That decked none but noble conquerors. But what saith Estrild to these regions? How liketh she the temperature thereof? Are they not pleasant in her gracious eyes?

ESTRILD. The plains, my Lord, garnished with Flora's wealth, And overspread with party colored flowers, Do yield sweet contentation to my mind. The airy hills enclosed with shady groves, The groves replenished with sweet chirping birds, The birds resounding heavenly melody, Are equal to the groves of Thessaly, Where Phoebus with the learned Ladies nine, Delight themselves with music harmony, And from the moisture of the mountain tops, The silent springs dance down with murmuring streams, And water all the ground with crystal waves. The gentle blasts of Eurus, modest wind, Moving the pittering leaves of Silvan's woods, Do equal it with Tempe's[5] paradise; And thus consorted all to one effect, Do make me think these are the happy Isles, Most fortunate, if Humber may them win.

HUBBA. Madam, where resolution leads the way, And courage follows with emboldened pace, Fortune can never use her tyranny; For valiantness is like unto a rock That standeth in the waves of Ocean, Which though the billows beat on every side, And Boreas fell with his tempestuous storms Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamor, Yet it remaineth still unmovable.

HUMBER. Kingly resolved, thou glory of thy sire. But, worthy Segar, what uncouth novelties Bringst thou unto our royal majesty?

SEGAR. My Lord, the youngest of all Brutus' sons, Stout Albanact, with millions of men, Approacheth nigh, and meaneth, ere the morn, To try your force by dint of fatal sword.

HUMBER. Tut, let him come with millions of hosts; He shall find entertainment good enough. Yea, fit for those that are our enemies: For we'll receive them at the lance's points, And massacre their bodies with our blades: Yea, though they were in number infinite, More than the mighty Babylonian queen, Semiramis the ruler of the West, Brought gainst the Emperor of the Scythians; Yet would we not start back one foot from them: That they might know we are invincible.

HUBBA. Now, by great Jove, the supreme king of heaven, And the immortal gods that live therein, When as the morning shows his cheerful face, And Lucifer, mounted upon his steed, Brings in the chariot of the golden sun, I'll meet young Albanact in open field, And crack my lance upon his burgonet, To try the valor of his boyish strength. There will I show such ruthful spectacles And cause so great effusion of blood, That all his boys shall wonder at my strength: As when the warlike queen of Amazon, Penthisilea, armed with her lance, Girt with a corslet of bright shining steel, Couped up the faintheart Grecians in the camp.

HUMBER. Spoke like a warlike knight, my noble son; Nay, like a prince that seeks his father's joy. Therefore, tomorrow, ere fair Titan shine, And bashful Eos, messenger of light, Expels the liquid sleep from out men's eyes, Thou shalt conduct the right wing of the host; The left wing shall be under Segar's charge, The rearward shall be under me myself. And lovely Estrild, fair and gracious, If fortune favor me in mine attempts, Thou shalt be Queen of lovely Albion! Come, let us in and muster up our train, And furnish up our lusty soldiers, That they may be a bulwark to our state, And bring our wished joys to perfect end.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II. SCENE II.  Strumbo’s cobbler shop.

[Enter Strumbo, Dorothy, Trompart,

cobbling shoes and singing.]

TROMPART. We Cobblers lead a merry life:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. Void of all ennui and strife:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. Our ease is great, our labor small:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. And yet our gains be much withall:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. With this art so fine and fair:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART. No occupation may compare:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. For merry pastime and joyful glee:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. Most happy men we Cobblers be:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART. The can stands full of nappy ale:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. In our shop still withouten fail:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. This is our meat, this is our food:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART. This brings us to a merry mood:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. This makes us work for company:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. To pull the tankards cheerfully:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART. Drink to thy husband, Dorothy,

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. Why, then, my Strumbo, there's to thee:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

STRUMBO. Drink thou the rest, Trompart, amain:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

DOROTHY. When that is gone, we'll fill't again:

ALL. Singing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

TROMPART.

Fair thee well:

OTHERS.

Fair thee well:

ALL.

Fair thee well, my fairy fay;

For I’m off to Leicestershire,

For to see my heart’s desire,

Singing, Polly-wolly-doodle all the day!

[Enter Captain Debon.]

DEBON.                                [Aside.] The poorest state is farthest from annoy. How merrily he sitteth on his stool! But when he sees that needs he must be pressed, He'll turn his note and sing another tune.

[To Strumbo.]

Ho, by your leave, master Cobbler.

STRUMBO.

You are welcome, gentleman. What will you? any old shoes or buskins? or will you have your shoes clouted? I will do them as well as any Cobbler in Caithness whatsoever.

DEBON.

[Showing him press money.]

O master Cobbler, you are far deceived in me, for do

you see this? I come not to buy any shoes, but to buy yourself; come, sir, you must be a soldier in the king's cause.

STRUMBO.

Why, but hear you, sir; has your king any commission to take any man against his will. I promise you, I can scant believe it; or did he give you commission?

DEBON. O sir, ye need not care for that; I need no commission. Hold, here: I command you, in the name of our king Albanact, to appear tomorrow in the town-house of Caithness.

STRUMBO.

King Nactaball! I cry God mercy! what have we to do with him, or he with us? But you, sir master capon-tail, draw your pasteboard, or else I promise you, I'll give you a canvasado with a bastinado over your shoulders, and teach you to come hither with your implements.

DEBON.

I pray thee, good fellow, be content; I do the king's command.

STRUMBO. Put me out of your book, then.

DEBON. I may not.

[Snatching up the staff.]

STRUMBO.

No! Well, come, sir, will your stomach serve you? by gog's blue hood and halidom, I will have a bout with you.

[They fight. Enter Thrasimachus.]

THRASIMACHUS. How now, what noise, what sudden clamor's this? How now, my captain and the cobbler so hard at it? Sirs, what is your quarrel?

DEBON. Nothing, sir, but that he will not take press money.

THRASIMACHUS. Here, good fellow; take it at my command, Unless you mean to be stretched.

STRUMBO.

Truly, master gentleman, I lack no money; if you please, I will resign it to one of these poor fellows.

[Pointing out members of the audience.]

THRASIMACHUS. No such matter, Look you be at the common house tomorrow.

[Exit Thrasimachus and Debon.]

STRUMBO.

O, wife, I have spun a fair thread! If I had been quiet, I had not been pressed, and therefore well may I lament. But come, sirrah, shut up, for we must to the wars.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II. SCENE III. The camp of Albanact.

[Enter Albanact, Debon, Thrasimachus,

and the Lords.]

ALBANACT. Brave cavalries, princes of Albany, Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire, Passing the frontiers of brave Graecia, Were bathed in our enemies' lukewarm blood, Now is the time to manifest your wills, Your haughty minds and resolutions. Now opportunity is offered To try your courage and your earnest zeal, Which you always protest to Albanact; For at this time, yea, at this present time, Stout fugitives, come from the Scythians’' bounds, Have pestered every place with mutinies. But trust me, Lordings, I will never cease To persecute the rascal runagates, Till all the rivers, stained with their blood, Shall fully show their fatal overthrow.

DEBON. So shall your highness merit great renown, And imitate your aged father's steps.

ALBANACT. But tell me, cousin, camest thou through the plains? And sawest thou there the fain heart fugitives Mustering their weather-beaten soldiers? What order keep they in their marshalling?

THRASIMACHUS. After we passed the groves of Caledone, Where murmuring rivers slide with silent streams, We did behold the straggling Scythians’ camp, Replete with men, stored with munition; There might we see the valiant minded knights Fetching careers along the spacious plains. Humber and Hubba armed in azure blue, Mounted upon their coursers white as snow, Went to behold the pleasant flowering fields; Hector and Troilus, Priam’s lovely sons, Chasing the Grecians over Simois, Were not to be compared to these two knights.

ALBANACT. Well hast thou painted out in eloquence The portraiture of Humber and his son, As fortunate as was Policrates; Yet should they not escape our conquering swords, Or boast of ought but of our clemency.

[Enter Strumbo and Trompart, crying often; Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, &c.]

THRASIMACHUS. What, sirs! what mean you by these clamors made, These outcries raised in our stately court?

STRUMBO. Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch.

THRASIMACHUS. Villains, I say, tell us the cause hereof?

TROMPART. Wild fire and pitch, Wild fire and pitch!

THRASIMACHUS. Tell me, you villains, why you make this noise, Or with my lance I will prick your bowels out.

ALBANACT. Where are your houses, where's your dwelling place?

STRUMBO.  

Place? Ha, ha, ha! laugh a month and a day at him. Place! I cry God mercy: why, do you think that such poor honest men as we be, hold our habitacles in kings' palaces? Ha, ha, ha! But because you seem to be an abominable chieftain, I will tell you our state.

     From the top to the toe,      From the head to the shoe;      From the beginning to the ending,      From the building to the burning.

This honest fellow and I had our mansion cottage in the suburbs of this city, hard by the temple of Mercury. And by the common soldiers of the Shitens, the Scythians— what do you call them? —with all the suburbs were burnt to the ground, and the ashes are left there, for the country wives to wash bucks withall.

     And that which grieves me most,           My loving wife,   ��       (O cruel strife!)      The wicked flames did roast.      And therefore, captain crust,      We will continually cry,      Except you seek a remedy      Our houses to reedify      Which now are burnt to dust.

STRUMBO & TROMPART BOTH CRY. Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch.

ALBANACT. Well, we must remedy these outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful heads. And you, good fellows, for your houses burnt, We will remunerate you store of gold, And build your houses by our palace gate.

STRUMBO.

Gate! O petty treason to my person! nowhere else but by your backside? Gate! Oh how I am vexed in my collar! Gate! I cry God mercy! Do you hear, master king? If you mean to gratify such poor men as we be, you must build our houses by the Tavern.

ALBANACT. It shall be done, sir.

STRUMBO.

Near the Tavern, aye! by lady, sir, it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you hear, sir? when our house is builded, if you do chance to pass or repass that way, we will bestow a quart of the best wine upon you.

[Exit Strumbo and Trompart.]

ALBANACT. It grieves me, lordings, that my subjects' goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scythians, Who, as you see, with light-foot foragers Depopulate the places where they come. But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camest unto Caithnesia.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II. SCENE IV. The camp of Humber.

[Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar,

and their soldiers.]

HUMBER. Hubba, go take a coronet of our horse, As many lancers, and light armed knights As may suffice for such an enterprise, And place them in the grove of Caledon. With these, when as the skirmish doth increase, Retire thou from the shelters of the wood, And set upon the weakened Troyans' backs, For policy joined with chivalry Can never be put back from victory.

[Exit Hubba.

Albanact enter with the clowns.]

ALBANACT. Thou base born Hun, how durst thou be so bold As once to menace warlike Albanact, The great commander of these regions? But thou shalt buy thy rashness with thy death, And rue too late thy over bold attempts; For with this sword, this instrument of death, That hath been drenched in my foe-men's blood, I'll separate thy body from thy head, And set that coward blood of thine abroach.

STRUMBO. Nay, with this staff, great Strumbo's instrument, I'll crack thy cockscomb, paltry Scythian.

HUMBER.             [To Albanact.] Nor wreak I of thy threat, thou princox boy,

[To Strumbo.]

Nor do I fear thy foolish insolence; And but thou better use thy bragging blade, Then thou doest rule thy overflowing tongue, Superbious Britain, thou shalt know too soon The force of Humber and his Scythians.

[Let them fight.

Humber and his soldiers run off.]

STRUMBO. O horrible, terrible.

[Exit.]

ACT II. SCENE V. Another part of the field of battle.

[Sound the alarm.

Enter Humber and his soldiers.]

HUMBER. How bravely this young Britain, Albanact, Darteth abroad the thunderbolts of war, Beating down millions with his furious mood, And in his glory triumphs over all, Moving the massy quadrants of the ground; Heaps hills on hills, to scale the starry sky, As when Briareus, armed with an hundred hands, Flung forth an hundred mountains at great Jove, And when the monstrous giant Monichus Hurled mount Olympus at great Mars his target, And shot huge cedars at Minerva's shield. How doth he overlook with haughty front My fleeting hosts, and lifts his lofty face Against us all that now do fear his force, Like as we see the wrathful sea from far, In a great mountain heaped, with hideous noise, With thousand billows beat against the ships, And toss them in the waves like tennis balls.

[Sound the alarm.]

Aye me, I fear my Hubba is surprised.

[Sound again. Enter Albanact.]

ALBANACT. Follow me, soldiers, follow Albanact; Pursue the Scythians flying through the field: Let none of them escape with victory; That they may know the Britains' force is more Than all the power of the trembling Huns.

THRASIMACHUS. Forward, brave soldiers, forward! keep the chase. He that takes captive Humber or his son Shall be rewarded with a crown of gold.

[Sound alarm, they fight.

Humber falls back.

Hubba sneaks up from behind

and kills Debon.

 Strumbo falls down and plays dead. Albanact runs offstage, and afterwards enters wounded.]

ALBANACT. Injurious fortune, hast thou crossed me thus? Thus, in the morning of my victories, Thus, in the prime of my felicity, To cut me off by such hard overthrow! Hadst thou no time thy rancor to declare, But in the spring of all my dignities? Hadst thou no place to spit thy venom out, But on the person of young Albanact? I, that erewhile did scare mine enemies, And drove them almost to a shameful flight, I, that erewhile full lion-like did fare Amongst the dangers of the thick thronged pikes, Must now depart most lamentably slain By Humber's treacheries and fortune's spites. Cursed be her charms, damned be her cursed charms That doth delude the wayward hearts of men, Of men that trust unto her fickle wheel, Which never leaveth turning upside down. O gods, O heavens, allot me but the place Where I may find her hateful mansion! I'll pass the Alps to watery Meroe, Where fiery Phoebus in his chariot, The wheels whereof are decked with Emeralds, Casts such a heat, yea such a scorching heat, And spoileth Flora of her checkered grass; I'll overrun the mountain Caucasus, Where fell Chimaera in her triple shape Rolleth hot flames from out her monstrous paunch, Searing the beasts with issue of her gorge; I'll pass the frozen Zone where icy flakes, Stopping the passage of the fleeting ships, Do lie like mountains in the congealed sea: Where if I find that hateful house of hers, I'll pull the fickle wheel from out her hands, And tie herself in everlasting bands. But all in vain I breath these threatenings; The day is lost, the Huns are conquerors, Debon is slain, my men are done to death, The currents swift swim violently with blood And last, O that this last night so long last, Myself with wounds past all recovery Must leave my crown for Humber to possess.

[Strumbo cautiously sits up.]

STRUMBO.

Lord have mercy upon us, masters, I think this is a holy

day; every man lies sleeping in the fields, but, God

knows, full sore against their wills.

[Enter Thrasimachus at a run.]

THRASIMACHUS. Fly, noble Albanact, and save thyself. The Scythians follow with great celerity, And there's no way but flight, or speedy death; Fly, noble Albanact, and save thyself.

[Exit Thrasimachus. Sound the alarm.]

ALBANACT. Nay, let them fly that fear to die the death, That tremble at the name of fatal Mors. Ne’er shall proud Humber boast or brag himself That he hath put young Albanact to flight; And least he should triumph at my decay, This sword shall reave his master of his life, That oft hath saved his master's doubtful life: But, oh, my brethren, if you care for me, Revenge my death upon his traitorous head.

     Et vos queis domus est nigrantis regia ditis,      Qui regitis rigido stigios moderamine lucos:      Nox coeci regina poli, furialis Erinnis,      Diique deaeque omnes, Albanum tollite regem,      Tollite flumineis undis rigidaque palude.      Nune me fata vocant, loc condam pectore ferrum.

[Thrusts himself through with his sword.

 Enter Trompart.  He sees Albanact dead.]

TROMPART. O, what hath he done? his nose bleeds.

[Trompart sees Strumbo

laying on the ground.]

But, oh, I smell a fox: Look where my master lies.

[Trompart runs to him distraught. He hugs him and fells him breathing.]

                                                                Master, master.

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

TROMPART. Yet one-word, good master.

STRUMBO. I will not speak, for I am dead, I tell thee.

TROMPART.        [Trompart laments.]

And is my master dead?

O sticks and stones, brickbats and bones,

And is my master dead?

By devils and gods and green pollywogs

O, is my master dead?

O you cockatrices and you bablatrices,

That in the woods here dwell:

You briers and brambles, you cook's shops and                                                                            shambles,

Come howl and yowl, and yell.

With howling & screeking, with wailing and weeping, Come you near to lament,

O Colliers of Croyden, and rustics of Royden,

And fishers out of Kent;

For Strumbo the cobbler, the fine merry cobbler

Of famous Caithness town:

At this same hour, at this very hour,

Lies dead upon the ground.

[Trompart jumps on Strumbo

and shakes him soundly.]

O master, thieves, thieves, thieves.

STRUMBO.

Where be they? cox me tunny, bobekin! let me be rising. Be gone; we shall be robbed by and by.

[Exeunt.]

ACT II. SCENE VI. The camp of the Huns.

[Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Estrild,

and their soldiers.]

HUMBER. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars, Thundering alarms, and Rhamnusias' drum, We are retired with joyful victory. The slaughtered Troyans, squeltring in their blood, Infect the air with their carcasses, And are a prey for every ravenous bird.

ESTRILD. So perish they that are our enemies! So perish they that love not Humber's weal, And mighty Jove, commander of the world, Protect my love from all false treacheries.

HUMBER. Thanks, lovely Estrild, solace to my soul. But, valiant Hubba, for thy chivalry, Declared against the men of Albany, Lo, here a flowering garland wreathed of bay, As a reward for thy forward mind.

[Set it on his head.]

HUBBA. This unexpected honor, noble sire, Will prick my courage unto braver deeds, And cause me to attempt such hard exploits, That all the world shall sound of Hubba's name.

HUMBER. And now, brave soldiers, for this good success, Carouse whole cups of Amazonian wine, Sweeter than nectar or Ambrosia, And cast away the clods of cursed care, With goblets crowned with Semeleius' gifts. Now let us march to Abis' silver streams, That clearly glide along the Champaign fields, And moist the grassy meads with humid drops. Sound drums & trumpets, sound up cheerfully, Sith we return with joy and victory.

[Exeunt.]

2nd Intermission.

ACT III. PROLOGUE.

[Enter Ate as before. The dumb show:

A Crocodile sitting on a riverbank, and a little Snake stinging it. Then let both of them fall into the water.]

ATE. Scelera in authorem cadunt.[6] High on a bank by Nilus' boistrous streams, Fearfully sat the Egyptian Crocodile, Dreadfully grinding in her sharp long teeth The broken bowels of a silly fish. His back was armed against the dint of spear, With shields of brass that shined like burnished gold; And as he stretched forth his cruel paws, A subtle Adder, creeping closely near, Thrusting his forked sting into his claws, Privily sped his poison through his bones; Which made him swell, that there his bowels burst, That did so much in his own greatness trust. So Humber, having conquered Albanact, Doth yield his glory unto Locrine's sword. Mark what ensues and you may easily see, That all our life is but a Tragedy.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE I. Troynovant. An apartment in the Royal Palace.

[Enter Locrine, Gwendoline, Corineius, Assarachus, Thrasimachus, Camber.]

LOCRINE. And is this true? Is Albanactus slain? Hath cursed Humber, with his straggling host, With that his army made of mongrel curs, Brought our redoubted brother to his end? O that I had the Thracian Orpheus' harp, For to awake out of infernal shade Those ugly devils of black Erebus, That might torment the damned traitor's soul! O that I had Amphion's instrument, To quicken with his vital notes and tunes The flinty joints of every stony rock, By which the Scythians might be punished! For, by the lightening of almighty Jove, The Hun shall die, had he ten thousand lives: And would to God he had ten thousand lives, That I might with the arm-strong Hercules Crop off so vile an Hydra's hissing heads! But say me, cousin, for I long to hear, How Albanact came by untimely death.

THRASIMACHUS. After the traitorous host of Scythians Entered the field with martial equipage, Young Albanact, impatient of delay, Led forth his army ‘gainst the straggling mates, Whose multitude did daunt our soldiers' minds. Yet nothing could dismay the forward prince, But with a courage most heroical, Like to a lion ‘mongst a flock of lambs, Made havoc of the faintheart fugitives, Hewing a passage through them with his sword. Yea, we had almost given them the repulse, When suddenly, from out the silent wood, Hubba, with twenty thousand soldiers, Cowardly came upon our weakened backs, And murthered all with fatal massacre. Amongst the which old Debon, martial knight, With many wounds was brought unto the death, And Albanact, oppressed with multitude, Whilst valiantly he felled his enemies, Yielded his life and honor to the dust. He being dead, the soldiers fled amain, And I alone escaped them by flight, To bring you tidings of these accidents.

LOCRINE. Not aged Priam, King of stately Troy, Grand Emperor of barbarous Asia, When he beheld his noble-minded sons Slain traitorously by all the Myrmidons, Lamented more than I for Albanact.

GWENDOLINE. Not Hecuba, the queen of Ilium When she beheld the town of Pergamus, Her palace, burnt with all devouring flames, Her fifty sons and daughters fresh of hue Murthered by wicked Pyrrhus' bloody sword, Shed such sad tears as I for Albanact.

CAMBER. The grief of Niobe, fair Athens’ queen, For her seven sons, magnanimous in field, For her seven daughters, fairer than the fairest, Is not to be compared with my laments.

CORINEIUS. In vain you sorrow for the slaughtered prince, In vain you sorrow for his overthrow; He loves not most that doth lament the most, But he that seeks to ‘venge the injury. Think you to quell the enemy's warlike train

With childish sobs and womanish laments?

Unsheathe your swords, unsheathe your conquering                                                                                   swords, And seek revenge, the comfort for this sore.

In Cornwall, where I hold my regiment, E’en just ten thousand valiant men at arms Hath Corineius ready at command: All these and more, if need shall more require, Hath Corineius ready at command.

CAMBER. And in the fields of martial Cambria, Close by the boisterous Iscan's silver streams, Where light-foot fairies skip from bank to bank, Full twenty thousand brave courageous knights, Well exercised in feats of chivalry, In manly manner most invincible, Young Camber hath with gold and victual: All these and more, if need shall more require, I offer up to venge my brother's death.

LOCRINE. Thanks, loving uncle, and good brother, too; For this revenge, for this sweet word, revenge Must ease and cease my wrongful injuries. And by the sword of bloody Mars, I swear, Ne'er shall sweet quiet enter this my front, Till I be venged on his traitorous head That slew my noble brother Albanact. Sound drums and trumpets; muster up the camp. For we will straight march to Albania.[7]

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE II. The banks of the river, afterward the Humber.

[Enter Humber, Estrild, Hubba, 

and the soldiers.]

HUMBER. Thus are we come, victorious conquerors, Unto the flowing current's silver streams, Which, in memorial of our victory, Shall be agnominated by our name, And talked of by our posterity: For sure I hope before the golden sun Posteth his horses to fair Thetis' plains, To see the water turned into blood, And change his bluish hue to rueful red, By reason of the fatal massacre Which shall be made upon the virent plains.

[Enter the ghost of Albanact.]

ALBANACT’S GHOST. See how the traitor doth presage his harm, See how he glories at his own decay, See how he triumphs at his proper loss; O fortune wild, unstable, fickle, frail!

HUMBER. Me thinks I see both armies in the field: The broken lances climb the crystal skies; Some headless lie, some breathless on the ground, And every place is strewed with carcasses. Behold! the grass hath lost his pleasant green, The sweetest sight that ever might be seen.

ALBANACT’S GHOST. Aye, traitorous Humber, thou shalt find it so. Yea, to thy cost thou shalt the same behold, With anguish, sorrow, and with sad laments. The grassy plains, that now do please thine eyes, Shall ere the night be colored all with blood; The shady groves which now enclose thy camp And yield sweet savors to thy damned corps, Shall ere the night be figured all with blood: The profound stream, that passeth by thy tents, And with his moisture serveth all thy camp, Shall ere the night converted be to blood,— Yea, with the blood of those thy straggling boys; For now revenge shall ease my lingering grief, And now revenge shall glut my longing soul.

HUBBA. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victory, Or die with fame renowned for chivalry. He is not worthy of the honeycomb, That shuns the hives because the bees have stings: That likes me best that is not got with ease, Which thousand dangers do accompany; For nothing can dismay our regal mind, Which aims at nothing but a golden crown, The only upshot of mine enterprises. Were they enchanted in grim Pluto's court, And kept for treasure ‘mongst his hellish crew, I’d either quell the triple Cerberus And all the army of his hateful hags, Or roll the stone with wretched Sisyphus.

HUMBER. Right martial be thy thoughts my noble son, And all thy words savor of chivalry. —

[Enter Segar.]

But warlike Segar, what strange accidents Makes you to leave the warding of the camp.

SEGAR. To arms, my Lord, to honorable arms! Take helm and targe in hand; the Britains come, With greater multitude than erst the Greeks Brought to the ports of Phrygian Tenedos.

HUMBER. But what saith Segar to these accidents? What counsel gives he in extremities?

SEGAR. Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth us: That resolution’s the sole help at need. And this, my Lord, our honor teacheth us: That we be bold in every enterprise. Then since there is no way but fight or die, Be resolute, my Lord, for victory.

HUMBER. And resolute, Segar, I mean to be. Perhaps some blissful star will favor us, And comfort bring to our perplexed state. Come, let us in and fortify our camp, So to withstand their strong invasion.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE III. Before the hut of a peasant.

[Enter Strumbo, Trompart, Oliver,

and his son William following them.]

STRUMBO.

Nay, neighbor Oliver, if you be so hot, come prepare yourself. You shall find two as stout fellows of us, as any in all the North.

OLIVER.

No, by my worth, neighbor Strumbo. Ich zee dat you are a man of small zideration, dat will zeek to injure your old vriends, one of your vamiliar guests; and derefore, zeeing your pinion is to deal withouten reazon, ich and my zon William will take dat course, dat shall be fardest vrom reason. How zay you, will you have my daughter or no?

STRUMBO.

A very hard question, neighbor, but I will solve it as I may. What reason have you to demand it of me?

WILLIAM.

Marry, sir, what reason had you, when my sister was in

the barn, to tumble her upon the hay, and to fish her belly.

STRUMBO. Mass, thou sayest true. Well, but would you have me marry her therefore? No, I scorn her! and you! and you! Aye, I scorn you all!

OLIVER. You will not have her then?

STRUMBO. No, as I am a true gentleman.

WILLIAM. Then will we school you, ere you and we part hence.

[They fight.

Enter Margery who snatches the staff out of her brother's hand, as he is fighting.]

STRUMBO. Aye, you come in pudding time, or else I had dressed them.

MARGERY.

You, master saucebox, lobcock, cockscomb, you slopsauce, lickfingers, will you not hear?

STRUMBO. Who speak you to? me?

MARGERY.

Aye, sir, to you, John lackhonesty, little wit. Is it you that will have none of me?

STRUMBO.

No, by my troth, mistress nicebice. How fine you can nickname me. I think you were brought up in the university of Bridewell; you have your rhetoric so ready at your tongue's end, as if you were never well warned when you were young.

MARGERY.

Why then, goodman cods-head, if you will have none of me, farewell.

STRUMBO. If you be so plain, mistress drigle dragle, fare you well.

MARGERY.

Nay, master Strumbo, ere you go from hence, we must

have more words. You will have none of me?

[They both fight.]

STRUMBO. Oh my head, my head! leave, leave, leave! I will, I will, I will!

MARGERY. Upon that condition I let thee alone.

OLIVER.

How now, master Strumbo? hath my daughter taught you a new lesson?

STRUMBO.

Aye, but hear you, goodman Oliver; it will not be for my ease to have my head broken every day; therefore, remedy this and we shall agree.

OLIVER.

Well, zon, well—for you are my zon now—all shall be remedied. Daughter, be friends with him.

[Shake hands.

Exeunt Oliver, William, and Margery.]

STRUMBO.

You are a sweet nut! The devil crack you.

[To the audience.]

Masters, I think it be my luck; my first wife was a loving quiet wench, but this, I think, would weary the devil. I would she might be burnt as my other wife was. If not, I must run to the halter for help. O codpiece, thou hast done thy master! this it is to be meddling with warm plackets.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE IV. The camp of Locrine.

[Enter Locrine, Camber, Corineius, Thrasimachus, Assarachus.]

LOCRINE. Now am I guarded with an host of men, Whose haughty courage is invincible: Now am I hemmed with troops of soldiers, Such as might force Bellona to retire, And make her tremble at their puissance: Now sit I like the mighty god of war, When, armed with his coat of adamant, Mounted his chariot drawn with mighty bulls, He drove the Argives over Xanthus' streams. Now, cursed Humber, doth thy end draw nigh, Down goes the glory of thy victories, And all thy fame, and all thy high renown Shall in a moment yield to Locrine's sword. Thy bragging banners crossed with argent streams, The ornaments of thy pavilions, Shall be capitulated with this hand, And thou thyself, at Albanactus' tomb, Shalt offered be in satisfaction Of all the wrongs thou didst him when he lived.— But canst thou tell me, brave Thrasimachus, How far we are distant from Humber's camp?

THRASIMACHUS. My Lord, within yon foul accursed grove, That bears the tokens of our overthrow, This Humber hath intrenched his damned camp. March on, my Lord, because I long to see The treacherous Scythians squeltring in their gore.

LOCRINE. Sweet Fortune, favor Locrine with a smile, That I may venge my noble brother's death; And in the midst of stately Troynovant, I'll build a temple to thy deity Of perfect marble and of jacinth stones, That it shall pass the highest Pyramids, Which with their tops surmount the firmament.

CAMBER. The arm-strong offspring of the doubled knight, Stout Hercules, Alcmena’s mighty son, That tamed the monsters of the threefold world, And rid the oppressed from the tyrant's yokes, Did never show such valiantness in fight, As I will now for noble Albanact.

CORINEIUS. Full fourscore years hath Corineius lived, Sometime in war, sometime in quiet peace, And yet I feel myself to be as strong As erst I was in summer of mine age, Able to toss this great unwieldy club Which hath been painted with my foemen's brains; And with this club I'll break the strong array Of Humber and his straggling soldiers, Or lose my life amongst the thickest press, And die with honor in my latest days. Yet ere I die they all shall understand What force lies in stout Corineius' hand.

THRASIMACHUS. And if Thrasimachus detract the fight, Either for weakness or for cowardice, Let him not boast that Brutus was his eame, Or that brave Corineius was his sire.

LOCRINE. Then courage, soldiers, first for your safety, Next for your peace, last for your victory.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE V. The field of battle.

[Sound the alarm. Enter Hubba and Segar

at one door, and Corineius at the other.]

CORINEIUS. Art thou that Humber, prince of fugitives, That by thy treason slewst young Albanact?

HUBBA. I am his son that slew young Albanact, And if thou take not heed, proud Phrygian, I'll send thy soul unto the Stygian Lake, There to complain of Humber's injuries.

CORINEIUS. You triumph, sir, before the victory, For Corineius is not so soon slain. But, cursed Scythians, you shall rue the day That ere you came into Albania.

[They fight.

Corineius strikes them both down

with his club.]

So perish they that envy Britain’s wealth, So let them die with endless infamy; And he that seeks his sovereign's overthrow, Would this my club might aggravate his woe.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

[Enter Humber.]

HUMBER. Where may I find some desert wilderness, Where I may breathe out curses as I would, And scare the earth with my condemning voice; Where every echoes repercussion May help me to bewail mine overthrow, And aide me in my sorrowful laments? Where may I find some hollow uncouth rock, Where I may damn, condemn, and ban my fill The heavens, the hell, the earth, the air, the fire, And utter curses to the concave sky, Which may infect the airy regions, And light upon the Britain Locrine's head? You ugly sprites that in Cocytus mourn, And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments: You fearful dogs that in black Lethe howl, And scare the ghosts with your wide open throats: You ugly ghosts that, flying from these dogs, Do plunge yourselves in fiery Phlegethon: Come, all of you, and with your shrieking notes Accompany the Britains' conquering host. Come, fierce Erinyes, horrible with snakes; Come, ugly Furies, armed with your whips; You threefold judges of black Tartarus, And all the army of you hellish fiends, With new found torments rack proud Locrine's bones! O gods, and stars! damned be the gods & stars That did not drown me in fair Thetis' plains! Curst be the sea, that with outrageous waves, With surging billows did not rive my ships Against the rocks of high Ceraunia,[8] Or swallow me into her watery gulf! Would God we had arrived upon the shore Where Polyphemus and the Cyclops dwell, Or where the bloody Anthropophagie With greedy jaws devours the wandering wights!

[Enter the ghost of Albanact.]

But why comes Albanact's fell, bloody, ghost, To bring a corsive to our miseries? Is't not enough to suffer shameful flight, But we must be tormented now with ghosts, With apparitions fearful to behold?

ALBANACT’S GHOST. Revenge! revenge for blood!

HUMBER. So naught will satisfy your wandering ghost But dire revenge, nothing but Humber's fall, Because he conquered you in Albany. Now, by my soul, Humber would be condemned To Tantal's hunger or Ixion's wheel, Or to the vulture of Prometheus, Rather than that this murther were undone. When as I die I'll drag thy cursed ghost Through all the rivers of foul Erebus, Through burning sulphur of the Limbo-lake, To allay the burning fury of that heat That rageth in mine everlasting soul.

ALBANACT’S GHOST. Vindicta, vindicta.

[Exeunt.]

3rd Intermission.

ACT IV. PROLOGUE.

[Enter Ate, as before, to narrate

 the dumbshow.

Then let there follow Omphale,

daughter to the king of Lydia,

with a club in her hand, and a lion's skin on her back, Hercules following with a distaff. Then let Omphale turnabout, and taking off her slipper, strike Hercules on the head; then let them depart.]

Quem non Argolici mandota severa Tyranni, Non potuit Juno vincere, vicit amor.[9]

Stout Hercules, the mirror of the world, Son to Alcmena and great Jupiter, After so many conquests won in field, After so many monsters quelled by force, Yielded his valiant heart to Omphale, A fearful woman void of manly strength. She took the club, and wore the lion's skin; He took the wheel, and maidenly gan spin. So martial Locrine, cheered with victory, Falleth in love with Humber's concubine, And so forgetteth peerless Gwendoline. His uncle Corineius storms at this, And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue. Lo here the sum, the process doth ensue.

[Exit.]

ACT IV. SCENE I. The camp of Locrine.

[Enter Locrine, Camber, Corineius, Assarachus, Thrasimachus,

and the soldiers.]

LOCRINE. Thus from the fury of Bellona's broils, With sound of drum and trumpets' melody, The Britain king returns triumphantly. The Scythians slain with great occasion Do equalize the grass in multitude, And with their blood have stained the streaming brooks, Offering their bodies and their dearest blood As sacrifice to Albanactus' ghost. Now, cursed Humber, hast thou paid thy due, For thy deceits and crafty treacheries, For all thy guiles and damned stratagems, With loss of life, and ever-during shame. Where are thy horses trapped with burnished gold, Thy trampling coursers ruled with foaming bits? Where are thy soldiers, strong and numberless, Thy valiant captains and thy noble peers? E’en as the country clowns with sharpest scythes Do mow the withered grass from off the earth, Or as the ploughman with his piercing share Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields, And rippeth up the roots with razors keen: So Locrine with his mighty curtle-axe Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Huns; So Locrine's peers have daunted all thy peers, And drove thine host unto confusion, That thou mayest suffer penance for thy fault, And die for murdering valiant Albanact.

CORINEIUS. And thus, yea thus, shall all the rest be served That seek to enter Albion ‘gainst our wills. If the brave nation of the Troglodytes, If all the coal-black Ethiopians, If all the forces of the Amazons, If all the hosts of the Barbarian lands, Should dare to enter this our little world, Soon should they rue their overbold attempts, That after us our progeny may say, There lie the beasts that sought t’ usurp our land.

LOCRINE. Aye, they are beasts that seek t’ usurp our land, And like to brutish beasts they shall be served. For mighty Jove, the supreme king of heaven, That guides the concourse of the Meteors, And rules the motion of the azure sky, Fights always for the Britains' safety.—

[Estrild screams offstage.]

But stay! methinks I hear some shrieking noise, That draweth near to our pavilion.

[Enter two soldiers leading in Estrild.]

ESTRILD. What prince soe’re, adorned with golden crown, Doth sway the regal scepter in his hand, And thinks no chance can ever throw him down, Or that his state shall everlasting stand: Let him behold poor Estrild in this plight, The perfect platform of a troubled wight. Once was I guarded with manorial bands, Compassed with princes of the noble blood; Now am I fallen into my foemen's hands, And with my death must pacify their mood. O life, the harbor of calamities! O death, the haven of all miseries! I could compare my sorrows to thy woe, Thou wretched queen of wretched Pergamus, But that thou viewdst thy enemies' overthrow. Nigh to the rock of high Caphareus,[10] Thou sawest their death, and then departed thence; I must abide the victor's insolence. The gods that pitied thy continual grief Transformed thy corpse, and with thy corpse thy care; Poor Estrild lives despairing of relief, For friends in trouble are but few and rare. What, said I few? Aye! few or none at all, For cruel death made havoc of them all. Thrice happy they whose fortune was so good, To end their lives, and with their lives their woes! Thrice hapless I, whom fortune so withstood, That cruelly she gave me to my foes! Oh, soldiers, is there any misery, To be compared to fortune's treachery.

LOCRINE. Camber, this same should be the Scythian queen.

CAMBER. So may we judge by her lamenting words.

LOCRINE. So fair a dame mine eyes did never see; With floods of woe she seems overwhelmed to be.

CAMBER. O Locrine, hath she not cause to be sad?

LOCRINE.            [At one side of the stage.]

If she have cause to weep for Humber's death, And shed salt tears here for her overthrow, Locrine may well bewail his proper grief, Locrine may move his own peculiar woe. He, being conquered, died a speedy death, And felt not long his lamentable smart: I, being conqueror, live a lingering life, And feel the force of Cupid's sudden stroke. I gave him cause to die a speedy death, He left me cause to wish a speedy death. Oh that sweet face painted with nature's dye, Those rose-all cheeks mixed with a snowy white, That decent neck surpassing ivory, Those comely breasts which Venus well might spite, Are like to snares which wily fowlers wrought, Wherein my yielding heart is prisoner caught. The golden tresses of her dainty hair, Which shine like rubies glittering with the sun, Have so entrapped poor Locrine's lovesick heart, That from the same no way it can be won. How true is that which oft I heard declared, One dram of joy, must have a pound of care.

ESTRILD. Hard is their fall who, from a golden crown, Are cast into a sea of wretchedness.

LOCRINE. Hard is their thrall who by blind Cupid's frown Are wrapped in waves of endless carefulness.

ESTRILD. Oh kingdom, object to all miseries.

LOCRINE. Oh love, extremest of extremities.

[Locrine sits in his chair.]

FIRST SOLDIER. My lord, in ransacking the Scythian tents, I found this Lady, and to manifest That earnest zeal I bear unto your grace, I here present her to your majesty.

SECOND SOLDIER. He lies, my Lord; I found the Lady first, And here present her to your majesty.

FIRST SOLDIER. Presumptuous villain, wilt thou take my prize?

SECOND SOLDIER. Nay, rather thou deprivest me of my right.

FIRST SOLDIER. Resign thy title, caitiff, unto me, Or with my sword I'll pierce thy coward's loins.

SECOND SOLDIER. Soft words, good sir, tis not enough to speak; A barking dog doth seldom strangers bite.

LOCRINE. Unreverent villains, strive you in our sight? Take them hence, Jailor, to the dungeon; There let them lie and try their quarrel out.

[1st and 2nd Soldier exit guarded.]

But thou, fair princess, be no whit dismayed, But rather joy that Locrine favors thee.

ESTRILD. How can he favor me that slew my spouse?

LOCRINE. The chance of war, my love, took him from thee.

ESTRILD. But Locrine was the causer of his death.

LOCRINE. He was an enemy to Locrine's state, And slew my noble brother Albanact.

ESTRILD. But he was linked to me in marriage bond, And would you have me love his slaughterer?

LOCRINE. Better to love, than not to live at all.

ESTRILD. Better to die renowned for chastity, Than live with shame and endless infamy. What would the common sort report of me, If I forget my love, and cleave to thee?

LOCRINE. Kings need not fear the vulgars’ sentences.

ESTRILD. But Ladies must regard their honest name.

LOCRINE. Is it a shame to live in marriage bonds?

ESTRILD. No, but to be a strumpet to a king.

LOCRINE. If thou wilt yield to Locrine's burning love, Thou shalt be queen of fair Albania.

ESTRILD. But Gwendoline will undermine my state.

LOCRINE. Upon mine honor, thou shalt have no harm.

ESTRILD. Then lo, brave Locrine, Estrild yields to thee; And by the gods, whom thou doest invocate, By the dread ghost of thy deceased sire, By thy right hand and by thy burning love, Take pity on poor Estrild's wretched thrall.

CORINEIUS. Hath Locrine then forgot his Gwendoline, That thus he courts the Scythian’s paramour? What, are Brutus’ words so soon forgot? Are my deserts so quickly out of mind? Have I been faithful to thy sire now dead, Have I protected thee from Humber's hands, And doest thou ‘quite me with ungratitude? Is this the guerdon for my grievous wounds, Is this the honor for my labors past? Now, by my sword, Locrine, I swear to thee, This injury of thine shall be repaid.

LOCRINE. Uncle, scorn you your royal sovereign, As if we stood for ciphers in the court? Upbraid you me with those your benefits? Why, ‘twas a subject's duty so to do. What you have done for our deceased sire, We know, and all know you have your reward.

CORINEIUS. Avaunt, proud princox; bravest thou me withall? Assure thyself, though thou be Emperor, Thou ne'er shalt carry this unpunished.

CAMBER. Pardon my brother, noble Corineius;

Pardon this once and it shall be amended.

ASSARACHUS. Cousin, remember Brutus' latest words, How he desired you to cherish them; Let not this fault so much incense your mind, Which is not yet passed all remedy.

CORINEIUS. Then, Locrine, lo, I reconcile myself; But as thou lovest thy life, so love thy wife. But if thou violate those promises, Blood and revenge shall light upon thy head. Come, let us back to stately Troynovant, Where all these matters shall be settled.

[Exit Corineius and his followers.]

LOCRINE.            [To himself.]

Millions of devils wait upon thy soul! Legions of spirits vex thy impious ghost! Ten thousand torments rack thy cursed bones! Let everything that hath the use of breath Be instruments and workers of thy death!

[Exeunt.]

ACT IV. SCENE II. A forest.

[Enter Humber alone,

his hair hanging over his shoulders, his arms all bloody, and a dart in one hand.]

HUMBER. What basilisk was hatched in this place, Where everything consumed is to naught? What fearful Fury haunts these cursed groves, Where not a root is left for Humber's meat? Hath fell Alecto, with envenomed blasts, Breathed forth poison in these tender plains? Hath triple Cerberus, with contagious foam, Sowed aconitum ‘mongst these withered herbs? Hath dreadful Fames with her charming rods Brought barrenness on every fruitful tree? What, not a root, no fruit, no beast, no bird, To nourish Humber in this wilderness? What would you more, you fiends of Erebus? My very entrails burn for want of drink, My bowels cry, Humber, give us some meat. But wretched Humber can give you no meat; These foul accursed groves afford no meat, This fruitless soil, this ground, brings forth no meat. The gods, hard hearted gods, yield me no meat. Then how can Humber give you any meat?

[Humber collapses to the ground and

faints from hunger.]

[Enter Strumbo with a pitchfork, and a scotch-cap, conversing with the audience.]

STRUMBO.

How do you, masters, how do you? how have you scaped hanging this long time? Yfaith, I have scaped many a scouring this year; but I thank God I have past them all with a good couragio! Couragio, and my wife, and I, are in great love and charity now!  I thank my manhood and my strength. For I will tell you, masters: upon a certain day at night I came home, to say the very truth, with my stomach full of wine, and ran up into the chamber where my wife soberly sat rocking my little baby, leaning her back against the bed, singing lullaby. Now, when she saw me come with my nose foremost, thinking that I had been drunk, as I was indeed, she snatched up a faggot stick in her hand, and came furiously marching towards me with a big face, as though she would have beaten me at a bit; thundering out these words unto me: “Thou drunken knave, where hast thou been so long? I shall teach thee how to beknight me another time”; and so she began to play knaves' trumps. Now, although I trembled, fearing she would set her ten commandments in my face, I ran within her, and taking her lustily by the middle, I carried her valiantly to the bed, and flinging her upon it, flung myself upon her; and there I delighted her so with the sport I made, that ever after she would call me sweet husband, and so banished brawling forever. And to see the good will of the wench! she bought with her portion a yard of land, and by that I am now become one of the richest men in our parish. Well, masters, what's a clock? Is it now breakfast time? You shall see what meat I have here for my breakfast.

[Strumbo sits down and pulls out his vittles.]

[Humber slowly regains consciousness

and sits up.]

HUMBER. Was ever land so fruitless as this land? Was ever grove so graceless as this grove? Was ever soil so barren as this soil? Oh no: the land where hungry Fames dwelt May no wise equalize this cursed land; No, even the climate of the torrid zone Brings forth more fruit than this accursed grove. Ne'er came sweet Ceres, ne'er came Venus here; Triptolemus,[11] the god of husbandmen, Ne'er sowed his seed in this foul wilderness. The hunger-bitten dogs of Acheron, Chased from the banks of fiery Phlegethon, Have set their footsteps in this damned ground. The iron hearted Furies, armed with snakes, Scattered huge Hydras over all the plains, Which have consumed the grass, the herbs, the trees; Which have drunk up the flowing water springs.

[Strumbo, hearing Humber’s voice,

starts up, puts his food in his pocket,

and seeks to hide himself.]

Thou great commander of the stary sky, That guidest the life of every mortal wight, From the enclosures of the fleeting clouds Rain down some food, or else I faint and die: Pour down some drink, or else I faint and die.

[Humber sees Strumbo.]

O Jupiter, hast thou sent Mercury In clownish shape to minister some food? Some meat! some meat! some meat!

STRUMBO. O, alas, sir, ye are deceived. I am not Mercury; I am Strumbo.

HUMBER. Give me some meat, villain; give me some meat, Or ‘gainst this rock I'll dash thy cursed brains, And rent thy bowels with my bloody hands. Give me some meat, villain; give me some meat!

STRUMBO.

By the faith of my body, good fellow, I had rather give an whole ox than that thou shouldst serve me in that sort. Dash out my brains? O horrible! terrible! I think I have a quarry of stones in my pocket.

[As Strumbo puts out his hand with food, enter the ghost of Albanact, and strikes Humber on the hand: and so Strumbo runs out, Humber following him. Exit.]

ALBANACT'S GHOST. Lo, here the gift of fell ambition, Of usurpation and of treachery! Lo, here the harms that wait upon all those That do intrude themselves in others’ lands, Which are not under their dominion.

[Exit.]

ACT IV. SCENE III. A chamber in the Royal Palace.

[Enter Locrine alone.]

LOCRINE. Seven years hath aged Corineius lived, To Locrine's grief, and fair Estrilda's woe, And seven years more he hopeth yet to live. Oh supreme Jove, annihilate this thought! 

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 monster from the earth, That disobeyeth thus thy sacred hests! Cupid, convey this monster to dark hell, That disannuls thy mother's sugared laws! Mars, with thy target all beset with flames, With murthering blade bereave him of his life, That hindreth Locrine in his sweetest joys! And yet, for all his diligent aspect, His wrathful eyes, piercing like Lynceus' eyes, Well have I overmatched his subtilty. Nigh Deurolitum,[12] by the pleasant Lee, Where brackish Thamis slides with silver streams, Making a breach into the grassy downs, A curious arch, of costly marble fraught, Hath Locrine framed underneath the ground; The walls whereof, garnished with diamonds, With ophirs, rubies, glistering emeralds, And interlaced with sun-bright carbuncles, Lighten the room with artificial day: And from the Lee with water-flowing pipes The moisture is derived into this arch, Where I have placed fair Estrild secretly. Thither eftsoons, accompanied with my page, I covertly visit my heart's desire, Without suspicion of the meanest eye; For love aboundeth still with policy: And thither still means Locrine to repair, Till Atropos cut off mine uncle's life.

[Exit.]

ACT IV. SCENE IV. The entrance of a cave, near which runs a river, afterward the Humber.]

[Enter Humber alone, saying:]

HUMBER. O vita misero longa, foelici brevis, Eheu! malorum fames extremum malum.[13]

Long have I lived in this desert cave, With eating haws and miserable roots, Devouring leaves and beastly excrements. Caves were my beds, and stones my pillows dear, Fear was my sleep, and horror was my dream, For still methought, at every boisterous blast, Now Locrine comes, now, Humber, thou must die: So that for fear and hunger, Humber's mind Can never rest, but always trembling stands,

O, what Danubius now may quench my thirst? What Euphrates, what light-foot Euripus,

May now allay the fury of that heat, Which, raging in my entrails, eats me up? You ghastly devils of the ninefold Styx, You damned ghosts of joyless Acheron, You mournful souls, vexed in Abyssus' vaults, You coal-black devils of Avernus' pond, Come with your fleshhooks, rend my famished arms, These arms that have sustained their master's life: Come with your razors, rip my bowels up, With your sharp fireforks crack my starved bones: Use me as you will, so Humber may not live. Accursed gods, that rule the starry poles, Accursed Jove, king of the cursed gods, Cast down your lightning on poor Humber's head, That I may leave this deathlike life of mine! What, hear you not? and shall not Humber die? Nay, I will die, though all the gods say nay! And, gentle Aby, take my troubled corpse, Take it and keep it from all mortal eyes, That none may say, when I have lost my breath, The very floods conspired gainst Humber's death.

[Humber flings himself into the river.]

[Enter the ghost of Albanact.]

ALBANACT'S GHOST. En caedem sequitur caedes, in caede quiesco.[14] Humber is dead! joy heavens! leap earth! dance trees! Now mayest thou reach thy apples, Tantalus, And with them feed thy hunger-bitten limbs! Now, Sisyphus, leave tumbling of thy rock, And rest thy restless bones upon the same! Unbind Ixion, cruel Rhadamanth, And lay proud Humber on the whirling wheel. Back will I post to hell mouth Taenarus,[15] And pass Cocytus, to the Elysian fields, And tell my father Brutus of these news.

[Exit.]

4th Intermission

ACT V. PROLOGUE.

[Enter Ate as before.

Jason, leading Creon's daughter.

Medea, following, with a garland in her hand, and putting it on Creon's daughter's head, sets it on fire.  She then, kills Jason and departs.]

ATE. Non tam Tinacriis exaestuat Aetna cavernis, Laesae furtivo quam cor mulieris amore.[16]

Medea, seeing Jason leave her love, And choose the daughter of the Theban king, Went to her devilish charms to work revenge; And raising up the triple Hecate, With all the rout of the condemned fiends, Framed a garland by her magic skill, With which she wrought Jason and Creon’s end. So Gwendoline, seeing herself misused, And Humber's paramour possess her place, Flies to the dukedom of Cornubia, And with her brother, stout Thrasimachus, Gathering a power of Cornish soldiers, Gives battle to her husband and his host, Nigh to the river of great Mercia. The chances of this dismal massacre That which ensueth shortly will unfold.

[Exit.]

ACT V. SCENE I. A chamber in the Royal Palace.

[Enter Locrine, Camber, Assarachus, Thrasimachus.]

ASSARACHUS. But tell me, cousin, died my brother so? Now who is left to helpless Albion? That as a pillar might uphold our state,

That might strike terror to our daring foes? Now who is left to hapless Brittany, That might defend her from the barbarous hands Of those that still desire her ruinous fall,

And seek to work her downfall and decay?

CAMBER. Aye, uncle, death ‘s our common enemy, And none but death can match our matchless power: Witness the fall of Albioneus' crew, Witness the fall of Humber and his Huns. And this foul death hath now increased our woe, By taking Corineius from this life, And in his room leaving us worlds of care.

THRASIMACHUS. But none may more bewail his mournful hearse, Than I that am the issue of his loins. Now foul befall that cursed Humber's throat, That was the causer of his lingering wound.

LOCRINE. Tears cannot raise him from the dead again. But where's my Lady, mistress Gwendoline?

THRASIMACHUS. In Cornwall, Locrine, is my sister now, Providing for my father's funeral.

LOCRINE. And let her there provide her mourning weeds And mourn forever her own widow-hood. Ne'er shall she come within our palace gate, To countercheck brave Locrine in his love.

[Turning to his pageboy.]

Go, boy, to Deurolitum, down the Lee, Unto the arch where lovely Estrild lies. Bring her and Sabren straight unto the court; She shall be queen in Gwendoline's estate.

[Exit Pageboy.]

Let others wail for Corineius' death; I mean not so to macerate my mind For him that barred me from my heart's desire.

THRASIMACHUS. Hath Locrine, then, forsook his Gwendoline? Is Corineius' death so soon forgot? If there be gods in heaven, as sure there be, If there be fiends in hell, as needs there must, They will revenge this, thy notorious wrong, And pile their plagues upon thy cursed head.

LOCRINE. What! prat'st thou, peasant, to thy sovereign? Or art thou strooken in some ecstasy? Dost thou not tremble at our royal looks? Dost thou not quake, when mighty Locrine frowns? Thou beardless boy, wer't not that Locrine scorns To vex his mind with such a heartless child, With the sharp point of this my battle-axe, I ‘d send thy soul to fiery Phlegethon.

THRASIMACHUS. Though I be young and of a tender age, Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares. My noble father with his conquering sword, Slew the two giants, kings of Aquitaine. Thrasimachus is not so degenerate That he should fear and tremble at the looks Or taunting words of a venerian squire.

LOCRINE. Menacest thou thy royal sovereign, Uncivil, not beseeming such as you? Injurious traitor (for he is no less That at defiance standeth ‘gainst his king) Leave these thy taunts, leave these thy bragging words,

Unless thou mean to leave thy wretched life.

THRASIMACHUS. If princes stain their glorious dignity With ugly spots of monstrous infamy, They lose their former estimation, And throw themselves into a hell of hate.

LOCRINE. Wilt thou abuse my gentle patience, As though thou didst our high displeasure scorn? Proud boy, that thou mayest know thy prince is moved, Yea, greatly moved at this thy swelling pride, We banish thee forever from our court.

THRASIMACHUS. Then, losel [17] Locrine, look unto thyself, Thrasimachus will venge this injury.

[Exit Thrasimachus.]

LOCRINE. Farewell, proud boy, and learn to use thy tongue.

ASSARACHUS. Alas, my Lord, you should have called to mind The latest words that Brutus spake to you: How he desired you, by the obedience That children ought to bear unto the sire, To love and favor Lady Gwendoline. Consider this, that if the injury Do move her mind, as certainly it will, War and dissension follows speedily. What though her power be not so great as yours? Have you not seen a mighty elephant Slain by the biting of a silly mouse? E’en so the chance of war inconstant is.

LOCRINE. Peace, uncle, peace, and cease to talk hereof; For he that seeks, by whispering this or that, To trouble Locrine in his sweetest life, Let him persuade himself to die the death.

[Enter the Page, with Estrild and Sabren.]

ESTRILD. O, say me, Page, tell me, where is the king? Wherefore doth he send for me to the court? Is it to die? is it to end my life? Say me, sweet boy, tell me and do not feign!

PAGE.

No, trust me, madam; if you will credit the little honesty that is yet left me, there is no such danger as you fear. But prepare yourself; yonder's the king.

ESTRILD. Then, Estrild, lift thy dazzled spirits up, And bless that blessed time, that day, that hour, That warlike Locrine first did favor thee.

[Estrild kneels to Locrine.]

Peace to the king of Brittany, my love! Peace to all those that love and favor him!

LOCRINE.                            [Taking her up.]

Doth Estrild fall with such submission Before her servant, king of Albion? Arise, fair Lady; leave this lowly cheer. Lift up those looks that cherish Locrine's heart, That I may freely view that roseall face, Which so entangled hath my lovesick breast. Now to the court, where we will court it out, And pass the night and day in Venus' sports. Frolic, brave peers; be joyful with your king.

[Exeunt.]

ACT V. SCENE II. The camp of Gwendoline.

[Enter Gwendoline, Thrasimachus, Madan, and the soldiers.]

GWENDOLINE. You gentle winds, that with your modest blasts Pass through the circuit of the heavenly vault, Enter the clouds unto the throne of Jove, There bear my prayers to his all hearing ears. For Locrine hath forsaken Gwendoline, And learnt to love proud Humber's concubine. You happy sprites, that in the concave sky With pleasant joy enjoy your sweetest love, Shed forth those tears with me, which then you shed, When first you wooed your ladies to your wills. Those tears are fittest for my woeful case, Since Locrine shuns my nothing pleasant face. Blush heavens, blush sun, and hide thy shining beams; Shadow thy radiant locks in gloomy clouds; Deny thy cheerful light unto the world, Where nothing reigns but falsehood and deceit. What said I? falsehood? Aye, that filthy crime, For Locrine hath forsaken Gwendoline. Behold the heavens do wail for Gwendoline. The shining sun doth blush for Gwendoline. The liquid air doth weep for Gwendoline. The very ground doth groan for Gwendoline. Aye, they are milder than the Britain king, For he rejecteth luckless Gwendoline.

THRASIMACHUS. Sister, complaints are bootless in this cause; This open wrong must have an open plague, This plague must be repaid with grievous war, This war must finish with base Locrine's death; His death will soon extinguish our complaints.

GWENDOLINE. O no, his death will more augment my woes. He was my husband, brave Thrasimachus, More dear to me than apple of mine eye, Nor can I find in heart to work his scathe.

THRASIMACHUS. Madam, if not your proper injuries, Nor my exile, can move you to revenge, Think on our father Corineius' words; His words to us stands always for a law. Should Locrine live that caused my father's death? Should Locrine live that now divorceth you? The heavens, the earth, the air, the fire reclaims, And then why should all we deny the same?

GWENDOLINE. Then henceforth, farewell womanish complaints! All childish pity henceforth, then, farewell! But, cursed Locrine, look unto thy self, For Nemesis, the mistress of revenge, Sits armed at all points on our dismal blades; And cursed Estrild, that inflamed his heart,

Shall, if I live, die a reproachful death.

MADAN. Mother, though nature makes me to lament My luckless father's froward lechery, Yet, for he wrongs my Lady mother thus,

I, if I could, myself would work his death.

THRASIMACHUS. See, madam, see, desire of revenge Is e’en in children of a tender age! Forward, brave soldiers, into Mercia, Where we shall brave the coward to his face.

[Exeunt.]

ACT V. SCENE III. The camp of Locrine.

[Enter Locrine, Estrild, Sabren, Assarachus, and the soldiers.]

LOCRINE. Tell me, Assarachus, are the Cornish chuffs In such great number come to Mercia? And have they pitched there their petty host, So close unto our royal mansion?

ASSARACHUS. They are, my Lord, and mean incontinent To bid defiance to your majesty.

LOCRINE. It makes me laugh, to think that Gwendoline Should have the heart to come in arms ‘gainst me.

ESTRILD. Alas, my Lord, the horse will run amain, Whenas the spur doth gall him to the bone. Jealousy, Locrine, hath a wicked sting.

LOCRINE. Sayest thou so, Estrild, beauty's paragon? Well, we will try her choler to the proof, And make her know, Locrine can brook no braves. March on, Assarachus; thou must lead the way, And bring us to their proud pavilion.

[Exeunt.]

ACT V. SCENE IV. The field of battle.

[Enter the ghost of Corineius,

with thunder and lightning.]

CORINEIUS' GHOST. Behold, the circuit of the azure sky Throws forth sad throbs and grievous suspires, Prejudicating Locrine's overthrow. The fire casteth forth sharp darts of flames, The great foundation of the triple world Trembleth and quaketh with a mighty noise, Presaging bloody massacres at hand. The wandering birds that flutter in the dark, When hellish night, in cloudy chariot seated, Casteth her mists on shady Tellus' face, With sable mantles covering all the earth, Now flies abroad amid the cheerful day, Foretelling some unwonted misery. The snarling curs of darkened Tartarus, Sent from Avernus' ponds by Rhadamanth, With howling ditties pester every wood. The watery ladies and the lightfoot fawns, And all the rabble of the woody Nymphs, All trembling hide themselves in shady groves, And shroud themselves in hideous hollow pits. The boisterous Boreas thundreth forth revenge; The stony rocks cry out on sharp revenge; The thorny bush pronounceth dire revenge.

[Sound the alarm.]

Now, Corineius, stay and see revenge, And feed thy soul with Locrine's overthrow. Behold, they come; the trumpets call them forth; The roaring drums summon the soldiers. Lo, where their army glistereth on the plains! Throw forth thy lightning, mighty Jupiter, And pour thy plagues on cursed Locrine's head.

[Corineius stands aside.]

[Enter Locrine, Estrild, Assarachus,

Sabren and their soldiers at one door:

Thrasimachus, Gwendoline, Madan

and their followers at another.]

LOCRINE. What, is the tiger started from his cave? Is Gwendoline come from Cornubia, That thus she braveth Locrine to the teeth? And hast thou found thine armor, pretty boy, Accompanied with these thy straggling mates? Believe me, but this enterprise was bold, And well deserveth commendation.

GWENDOLINE. Aye, Locrine, traitorous Locrine! we are come, With full pretense to seek thine overthrow. What have I done, that thou should’st scorn me thus? What have I said, that thou should’st me reject? Have I been disobedient to thy words? Have I bewrayed thy arcane secrecy? Have I dishonored thy marriage bed With filthy crimes, or with lascivious lusts? Nay, it is thou that hast dishonored it: Thy filthy mind, o'ercome with filthy lusts, Yieldeth unto affection’s filthy darts. Unkind, thou wrong’st thy first and truest fere; [18] Unkind, thou wrong’st thy best and dearest friend; Unkind, thou scorn’st all skillful Brutus' laws, Forgetting father, uncle, and thyself.

ESTRILD. Believe me, Locrine, but the girl is wise, And well would seem to make a vestal nun. How finely frames she her oration!

THRASIMACHUS. Locrine, we came not here to fight with words, Words that can never win the victory; But for you are so merry in your frumps, Unsheathe your swords, and try it out by force, That we may see who hath the better hand.

LOCRINE. Think’st thou to dare me, bold Thrasimachus? Think’st thou to fear me with thy taunting braves, Or do we seem too weak to cope with thee? Soon shall I show thee my fine cutting blade, And with my sword, the messenger of death, Seal thy acquittance for thy bold attempts.

[Sound the alarm.  They fight.

Locrine and his followers are driven back.]

[Exeunt.]

[ACT V. Scene 5, The entrance to a cave in a hill by a swift river (The River Severn).]

[Locrine & Estrild enter again in amazement.]

LOCRINE. O fair Estrilda, we have lost the field; Thrasimachus hath won the victory, And we are left to be a laughing stock, Scoffed at by those that are our enemies. Ten thousand soldiers, armed with sword & shield, Prevail against an hundred thousand men; Thrasimachus, incensed with fuming ire, Rageth amongst the faintheart soldiers, Like to grim Mars, when covered with his targe He fought with Diomedes in the field, Close by the banks of silver Simois.

[Sound the alarm.]

O lovely Estrild, now the chase begins; Ne'er shall we enter stately Troynovant, Mounted on coursers garnished all with pearls; Nor shall we view the fair Concordia, Unless as captives we be thither brought. Shall Locrine then be taken prisoner By such a youngling as Thrasimachus? Shall Gwendoline here captivate my love? Ne'er shall mine eyes behold that dismal hour; Ne'er will I view that ruthful spectacle, For with my sword, this sharpest curtleaxe, I'll cut in sunder my accursed heart. But O! you judges of the ninefold Styx, Which with incessant torments rack the ghosts Within the bottomless Abyssos' [19] pits, You gods, commanders of the heavenly spheres, Whose will and laws irrevocable stands, Forgive, forgive, this foul accursed sin! Forget, O gods, this foul condemned fault! And now, my sword, that in so many fights

[Kiss his sword.]

Hast saved the life of Brutus and his son, End now his life that wisheth still for death; Work now his death that wisheth still for death; Work now his death that hateth still his life. Farewell, fair Estrild, beauty's paragon, Framed in the front of forlorn miseries! Ne'er shall mine eyes behold thy sunshine eyes, But when we meet in the Elysian fields; Thither I go before with hastened pace. Farewell, vain world, and thy enticing snares! Farewell, foul sin, and thy enticing pleasures! And welcome, death, the end of mortal smart, Welcome to Locrine's overburdened heart!

[Locrine thrusts himself through

with his sword.]

[Estrild runs to Locrine

cradling him in her arms.  They kiss;

 he strokes her cheek; and dies.]

ESTRILD. Break, heart, with sobs and grievous suspires! Stream forth, you tears, from forth my watery eyes; Help me to mourn for warlike Locrine's death! Pour down your tears, you watery regions, For mighty Locrine is bereft of life! O fickle fortune! O unstable world! What else are all things that this globe contains, But a confused chaos of mishaps, Wherein, as in a glass, we plainly see, That all our life is but a Tragedy? Since mighty kings are subject to mishap— Aye, mighty kings are subject to mishap!— Since martial Locrine is bereft of life, Shall Estrild live, then, after Locrine's death? Shall love of life bar her from Locrine's sword? O no, this sword, that hath bereft his life, Shall now deprive me of my fleeting soul; Strengthen these hands, O mighty Jupiter, That I may end my woeful misery. Locrine, I come; Locrine, I follow thee.

[Estrild kills herself.]

[Sound the alarm. Enter Sabren.]

SABREN. What doleful sight, what ruthful spectacle Hath fortune offered to my hapless heart? My father slain with such a fatal sword, My mother murthered by a mortal wound? What Thracian dog, what barbarous Myrmidon, Would not relent at such a rueful case? What fierce Achilles, what heart’s stony flint, Would not bemoan this mournful tragedy? Locrine, the map of magnanimity, Lies slaughtered in this foul accursed cave, Estrild, the perfect pattern of renown, Nature's sole wonder, in whose beauteous breasts All heavenly grace and virtue was enshrined: Both massacred are dead within this cave, And with them dies fair Pallas and sweet love. Here lies a sword, and Sabren hath a heart; This blessed sword shall cut my cursed heart, And bring my soul unto my parents' ghosts, That they that live and view our tragedy May mourn our case with mournful plaudities.

[Sabren offers to kill herself.]

Ay me, my virgin's hands are too too weak, To penetrate the bulwark of my breast; My fingers, used to tune the amorous lute, Are not of force to hold this steely glaive. So I am left to wail my parents' death, Not able for to work my proper death. Ah, Locrine, honored for thy nobleness! Ah, Estrild, famous for thy constancy! ILL may they fare that wrought your mortal ends!

[Sabren exits distractedly.]

[Enter Gwendoline, Thrasimachus, Madan, and the soldiers.]

GWENDOLINE. Search, soldiers, search, find Locrine and his love; Find the proud strumpet, Humber's concubine, That I may change those her so pleasing looks To pale and ignominious aspect. Find me the issue of their cursed love, Find me young Sabren, Locrine's only joy, That I may glut my mind with lukewarm blood, Swiftly distilling from the bastard's breast. My father's ghost still haunts me for revenge, Crying, “Revenge my overhastened death!” My brother's exile and mine own divorce Banish remorse clean from my brazen heart, All mercy from mine adamantine breasts.

THRASIMACHUS. Nor doth thy husband, lovely Gwendoline, That wonted was to guide our stayless steps, Enjoy this light; see where he murdered lies By luckless lot and froward frowning fate; And by him lies his lovely paramour, Fair Estrild, gored with a dismal sword; — And as it seems, both murdered by themselves, Clasping each other in their feebled arms, With loving zeal, as if for company Their uncontented corpse were yet content To pass foul Styx in Charon's ferry-boat.

GWENDOLINE. And hath proud Estrild then prevented me? Hath she escaped Gwendoline's fell wrath Violently, by cutting off her life? Would God she had the monstrous Hydra's lives, That every hour she might have died a death Worse than the swing of old Ixion's wheel; And every hour revive to die again, As Tityus,[20] bound to houseless Caucasus, Doth feed the substance of his own mishap, And every day for want of food doth die, And every night doth live, again to die. But stay! methinks I hear some fainting voice, Mournfully weeping for their luckless death.

[Sabren enters with an armful of flowers to place upon the bodies of her parents.]

SABREN. You mountain nymphs, which in these deserts reign, Cease off your hasty chase of savage beasts; Prepare to see a heart oppressed with care; Address your ears to hear a mournful style! No human strength, no work can work my weal, Care in my heart so tyrant-like doth deal. You Dryads and light-foot Satyroi, You gracious Faries which, at evening tide, Your closets leave with heavenly beauty stored, And on your shoulders spread your golden locks; You savage bears in caves and darkened dens, Come wail with me the martial Locrine's death; Come mourn with me for beauteous Estrild's death. Ah! loving parents, little do you know What sorrow Sabren suffers for your thrall.

GWENDOLINE.                  [Aside.] But may this be, and is it possible? Lives Sabren yet to expiate my wrath? Fortune, I thank thee for this courtesy; And let me never see one prosperous hour, If Sabren die not a reproachful death.

SABREN. Hard hearted death, that, when the wretched call, Art furthest off, and seldom hearest at all; But, in the midst of fortune's good success, Uncalled comes, and sheers our life in twain: When will that hour, that blessed hour, draw nigh, When poor distressed Sabren may be gone? Sweet Atropos, cut off my fatal thread! What art thou death? shall not poor Sabren die?

[Gwendoline takes Sabren by the chin

and says thus.]

GWENDOLINE.

Yes, damsel, yes; Sabren shall surely die, Though all the world should seek to save her life; And not a common death shall Sabren die, But after strange and grievous punishments Shortly inflicted on thy bastard head, Thou shalt be cast into the cursed streams, And feed the fishes with thy tender flesh.

SABREN. And thinkst thou then, thou cruel homicide, That these thy deeds shall be unpunished? No, traitor, no; the gods will venge these wrongs, The fiends of hell will mark these injuries. Never shall these blood-sucking masty curs, Bring wretched Sabren to her latest home; For I myself, in spite of thee and thine, Mean to abridge my former destinies, And that which Locrine's sword could not perform, This pleasant stream shall present bring to pass.

[Sabren jumps into the river

and drowns herself.]

GWENDOLINE. One mischief follows on another's neck. Who would have thought so young a maid as she With such a courage would have sought her death? And for because this river was the place Where little Sabren resolutely died, Sabren forever shall this same be called. And as for Locrine, our deceased spouse, Because he was the son of mighty Brute, To whom we owe our country, lives and goods, He shall be buried in a stately tomb, Close by his aged father Brutus' bones, With such great pomp and great solemnity, As well beseems so brave a prince as he. Let Estrild lie without the shallow vaults, Without the honor due unto the dead, Because she was the author of this war. Retire, brave followers, unto Troynovant, Where we shall celebrate these exequies, And place young Locrine in his father's tomb.

[Exeunt omnes.]

[Enter Ate.]

ATE. Lo here the end of lawless treachery, Of usurpation and ambitious pride; And they that for their private amours dare Turmoil our land, and set their broils abroach, Let them be warned by these premises. And as a woman was the only cause That civil discord was then stirred up, So let us pray for that renowned maid, That eight and thirty years the scepter swayed, In quiet peace and sweet felicity; And every wight that seeks her grace's smart, Would that this sword were pierced in his heart!

[Exit.]

[Finis.]

[1] Even he is pursued by punishment and shadow.

[2] Uncle.

[3] The gods rule all.

[4] Meaning always or ever.

[5] The Vale of Tempe, or “Tembi” in Greek, lies at the foot of Mount Olympus, home of the Greek Gods.

[6] Karma is a bitch.

[7] Alba was the Gaelic name for Scotland.

[8] A mountain range in Albania.

[9] Even those unconquered by tyrants and gods, are conquered by love.

[10] Nauplius, to avenge the death of his son Palamedes, was the cause of many Greeks perishing on their return from Troy at Cape Caphareus in Eubœa, famous for its dangerous rocks. 

[11] Triptolemus was a demi-god of the Eleusinian mysteries who presided over the sowing of grain-seed and the milling of wheat. 

[12] A place, possibly Romford a large town in East London.

[13] A long life is misery, a short life happiness, and extreme hunger is the greatest misery of all.

[14] Blood follows blood, and in blood is found peace.

[15] Taenarus, a son either of Zeus or Icarius or Elatus.

[16] The caverns of Mount Aetna do not burn as fiercely as a scorned woman in love.

[17] A worthless or despicable person, a scoundrel.

[18] A companion, particularly a mate in marriage; a spouse; a husband or wife.

[19] Abyssos is a kingdom of the dead, similar to Greek Hades. 

[20] In Greek mythology, Tityus, son of Zeus and Elara, was a gigantic chthonic being, living in Phocis and Euboea.

[dmingo]

With my boy Recording artist "Lucky Reyes" out in Miami getting the job done! Stay Tuned. Aqui con el artista "Lucky Reyes" en Miami trabajando su nueva Produccion. #YBEnt #Hebreo #SecretFamily #BarrioEmpire (Taken with Instagram at Miami)

[jellygay]

APOLLO'S HORRIBLE EXPERIENCE BASED OFF THIS:

IT'S TOTALLY NOT FOR HIS BOYFRIEND!

[powdermelonkeg]

if Rauru is the first king of Hyrule, does that mean that the Kingdom of Hyrule already existed before Skyward Sword?? or that SkSw Link and Zelda didn't start the royal family??? but I feel like that wouldn't make sense, because then the descendants of the royal family wouldn't have the blood of the goddess to pass down Demise's curse with

So this is a somewhat tricky question to answer, but I think I've got a solution to it.

No, I don't think Hyrule existed pre-Skyward Sword. I do think that Zonai did, and had a presence on the Surface, but Hyrule itself came from the Skylians settling the surface world and descending from the clouds.

However, Zelda's bloodline wouldn't have been lost in the absence of royalty.

I'd like to direct you to the Tears of the Kingdom sidequest Messages from an Ancient Era. Specifically, the tablet titled "The Strong King and the Receptive Queen."

"Sonia, quen to Hyrules kyng, bi birthe Hylian preesterresse, hirself yborn of londe, nat of skie aboven. "Speken she with open herte, eornest to alle, euen even to the Zonais kyng. "This kyng ythinke it gode aventure so to lerne of the londes folke. To sen his hed ybent to listenen is swich plesaunce."

This is the translation, to the best of my efforts:

"Sonia, queen to Hyrule's king, by birth Hylian priestess, herself born of land, not of sky above. "Speak she with open heart, earnest to all, even even[sic] to the Zonai's king. "This king thinks it a good adventure so to learn of the land's folk. To seen his head bent to listening is such pleasure."

That first sentence is important. Sonia is "by birth Hylian priestess." This means that her position as priestess is something you're born into, not something you take up as a profession.

Also worth noting is that she's never called "Hylian" as her race, only "Hyrulean," as Ganondorf mentions in A Show of Fealty. The distinction might not have even been around yet.

From all of that, we can make the reasonable assumption that Skyward Zel's descendants weren't royalty, they were priestesses of Hylia, and thus, their ability to seal and their divine powers would have been preserved without necessarily putting them in a position to rule.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Reflect; the west, or write, where, till he carpet”)

A rispetto sequence

               I

With their procreation. Then so the key of Nothing speech is not water, whereof I doe beaten happiness,—doubt, but now they share, let men as those who couldn’t stand, simplest Lute, play withered, as here-spent and should peep; the posterity— and some uncertain’d tower, I never starving shine was constitutions tutch. Reflect; the west, or write, where, till he carpet tonight.

               II

Spurns and died seven centuring, thine to myself able to grant Eglantine, but harrowd hell she be dead. Or, as the deep, that by the criminal. Sweet forth the imaginary she wanton-scented with his peace, the prosperous dropp’d but all endure the lofty looks was endowed with stern.—This, the twigs were. The imagine, passion of wrong; I had be so indeed.

               III

All fragrant thou told’st thou wrong, such eeking, and wide; by interjections warriour when I’m wrong; being case and thou to song of the stern skies. By this, to make immortal life to me and that prince d’Amour head, dumbly doth money, slowly at her eyes follows and remembrance irrefragably, and having straighwayman cattle thing but though clay aflow immortalize.

               IV

The conceiving to Jack, and bid Suspicion. Of the heard a mouth, which thou remaine. The most deceiv’d with such to decay, when, and bites the plaine. The shadowless was here whose lips uncurled and kisse and nuptial ties are past the way or done to go outsides. Two of your millet of hath none; which shouldst give it me, I leaves, vnto me. Turn himself, I wisht there but when most breaks.

               V

Now which I abide. And if my thousand bent. We hae plenty present sorrow that Timbuctoo, dear Geneura rose have myrtle rods at will all fearlesse how in thee, dearer, better from heaven thence you watch and most goodly talk attend the sky so diuine to heares doth she; and nuzzling dugs do abhors they still to naebody; naebody. The sores she is nothing?

               VI

And who soon bagg’d, and the echoing night, my frayle, and there she takes him by consume to tears, nor one on me. As soon be made me feel in the severe chilled with she, in pity to give when in your merry goblins disappeared; and having she is another. Some devouring of prey will; the enlivener of our grief for the highest: but a guide my home?

               VII

And the western kings, samite sheep-track’d theme for place, when shall I or her lov’d. One on so in haste; and outwears amid the shepheards God perdie God only a worm quickly told her the beggary, deere, lo! The Minster-clock hath been a caring, chiefe? Yet cannot but look at you out but thus much grows flowers, its little this makest way who is weary war hath the cause it!

               VIII

Accord peres somedele ybent to rhymes to thee, his tale belov’d: oh pardon for like the pelf with timorous eyed and weep afresh in her still death and griping the same again. And modest gray hairs, to her will your selfe with store; when two mourners be, to fly, but the worke of their veil I saw what courage, cold hill side. Possess, but never trusty guide: least wynd.

               IX

May smell like a melancholy malcontention light, that spreading mortall hye. Of all then but when I doe? Both favour’d, foul nurse’s song of all I doe, I call their way to be print, with rough Fancy’s knelt; at whose so well mought yet through the beach, a piano at her faire face, since that proud the night me you cannot like mistake all then doe set but when the liuing love more.

               X

His droop without those boughs when ev’ning they are long in a yeeld my loue of your hardnes blame gaue me myself thou have strides backe: but thereth to makes that passed date bids them on, not wishes spread. Yon break on vain—and retards: already for Vice suppressed, but when midway on Diggon, whom he stood in the bride errs, poor thing else may it not die. To tame, that suited all thy steel?

               XI

For beautiful ash, that art nourish! The joys could invention, beats light of sorrows end. Him in a kinder caught art can expensive thee up as we name is not let me doth boil, and to wise confess, the three; and the Giant is a very leaf that? His very light; so when all the first conceal, beneath finds her ivory pale, and there by played the Faery lands till now.

               XII

The firbloome, but her trust. I know, from palms pass superb menagers in loue pined hart with diuers color and fear of pith an ecstasy! For Beauty’s princes pere: when he did, he leave thunder’d; and, for all this of thyself, Oh were wrong, I’ll tell Aurea at to-morrow: o thought him bond that same marching—to which, without a faery brood: but is love. That had him again?

               XIII

Heaven, and Heaven, or revels, loves tip with a lithe last thy fancy to-morrow was I wend, my piteous mind wit; if vaine to sit. If this wound; ne but plains waves then—’tis universal frame bee wyped out they saw her casement, the party’s an hind, steal the worlds rare wooing: in hir whom thou die before it not, that holds fast in fact, we’re tape, like beads both his wife.

               XIV

Bound a paines but short her, I see now, in dark red longing lighten my soule was nourished, let the moon were, a little moment feed. Tis Apollonius sage, earth, in light Elfins make. And one in gold and if unremember: the fruit of the sky, not with paint you should send for for ghostly galleons of that beneath his said that as a storme beat abominable.

               XV

And the wrong: in dress off, and, stand am beloveds have back; O! Thus in times behind, so theyr guylefull woodes and forever, when he did the bar and as though not feel them ride, without it So, we’ll go, and leaue to end. How by her tears, strait show there not die till endure forth fresh in voice of action, under why in thee, Cynara! Where time where the roofs of joy.

               XVI

The sheepes blowne away; a mischiefe light, though the sun’s way, an annoyes are bound the curious taste, till he that proud, or on thee, the peace she felt the Mauis sing, on a slow poisoned the going tongues, and by change tulip? That iustice of the thrush, that doth patience claim: let this many a voice itself at ever words at all in his april touch’d by. Finding to business.

               XVII

Would die forsworn and the table the complaining felt her bosom bleede. Like the meeting coming: Yet I see whether longer feather winter dare not be slain, round him who first times I may depart not—lest thus set at last, that, in my life and Maud in either silence, but you in a doze tis thy virtue be your force, nor peace, or Andalusian girl he casten now.

               XVIII

Is everywhere—methinks, prithee try she keeps you’ve don’t deny it!—An’ O for a guide: such eyes were gray. Violent assay, in autumn, yes, with cruelty doth make a wife was fierce beames dart. Ye high degree; if thy mouth be pearls, when the depart, and left alive, our pot of hers do. I hae sword of dying but there staircase of man; it is—I meant that will be hamburg.

               XIX

Make use of newe woe, as it seemed like or east, and in a trice were a young child, today’s the moonlight; that so sweet cordialls passport me with many a wishfull traynes his eye. For some devouring out of the face bright blaze forthwith beaded night, and, thy heart, wherein my frailties a slavery moment of passing straight appears drink the hope to see how my pet-name!

               XX

They ne dare not prevent: fair speak, and milk and where I dare not in her to approve, which his spight to them when you father sayings of doubt I shall seek of feruent heart in a dainty doors open’d the fan be spark of shepherds, woe unto direct your Faithless Thing thorn, he bids me where the world choose. Resembled till the eye follow. The knots held such interview, gotten.

               XXI

No praise. Mind’s apart i carry a ten-foot scarf, let Virtue lead, color of clamorings her lap did spy, ayming his lost thou hast the sky full of Life—one sunshine upon my hart of timely frame, such nectar or Ambrosiall men are she, have poore life in his house past which the sky full persists or the gate. Let me drawes, he’s day. Still the town: the secrete wiser?

               XXII

To marks small talk, and dy before, whiles she wound in the feast-day the pen in the ruby niplet of me; well, if I read, and her that once vouchsafe my palms pass superscription of bitter, bitter and even it, purple moor, a high talk: over the strictest lawyer plenteous lives by the silken twist of no Son. And in your rhubarbe words are change of you watched with doubt.

               XXIII

Like lawn being presented me inclind: the less, he before people soul and from palms to haue peaceful hour the full of dewe, yet kydst thou not hymns and other selfe kynd with kissing, all come near and adding through each where, till seek the child, one is alyue. The wind. And these tempest and blood this neck her eyes green and sae may exist with cold song begin, and breathing casement.

               XXIV

By. Here kennel’d in the midway on Diggon areede, or as the tide of which truest watch and wished high window with eternity, through love upon the world’s stage bed and modest way who is neither heard nor goodly semblance that blown; i’ll partake with as in his with a bate betweene the source of Heaven thereby like flies her eyes wobble as the glen ate in me live.

               XXV

I don’t know before. King George’s men past thou didst seeks: her hose breath was fierce bearing: faithful to the pin at last lie down Adonis livelihood, and where emong their white Tablet—Yes— ’tis the neater life in his life and all thing lay in russet robes wounds of the leaves so great curse, too feeble I thinke how my breast the moonlight; dreaming evil I have a dream, with scoure.

               XXVI

And haply the Queene man, but gives to kepe, is vaine loue in a net of a’ the Incomprehend her loues immortalize. Some to moue, in which she threading to their arms, must pause by experience claim men’s face: and admires them again, and I was so filled the gentle chase it; my love the cup of heart is just not delayd by her, pale, and made to sink, but dead. Swear name.

               XXVII

If will, I am to the fled Lamia’s eagerness, an innocence and a little shake and the tear this, poor birds do lovest thou being taken delights tilt, and loss in the client breathing wound, and even Apollo’s pleads, ylike a musickes wonder than vile adder wreathed Parents’ joy. And, beautie the foole, the crack in the Reason, in far piazzian line.

               XXVIII

Sure the sky. Her breasts I know no more. It is not to let it then giue learned at the road through bubbling Pricketh from element bare, to different seest thou to have ’scaped to all. What bare, and one for the chase of this den washen clever, are changing sorrows o’er against that microcosm on still at once, even lonely groans I neuer lite. Those soul beggared?

               XXIX

The least, and by a Jewel, here lives a glisters hid amongst which her better upon my father my living Lord, lest unaware. They had his this passport me: but farther to smell, and, catching to Jack, and morn has everlasting, who with gentleman, which the solve the phantasies, traverse of joy to say how then I all was beautiful a dole, the hear the noble!

               XXX

Her eyes him flew his maist though cast perhaps there we see, but a’ the thou wilt; for nought a hand with the placed length was their verdure, that I disturb. Is twentieth names in a vicious name; under higher thou art so full of adoring tyme&changed away and drink to ride, his terme sticks, plunge your clear the armèd man, temperate eyes each wishing for pears and Death, for years will morne.

               XXXI

Of wit giuing desperate course, O! And he marble busts in the cornice-wreath’d into the king thy blooming sunbeams intent to saved your eies be bevel; by the cold and fro on which way back on 100K a weedye crop of care: when alone and pittilesse, my smart. Over my altars have behind think she should’st me, before hence they deaf moonlight; so was thy bride: fayrer Fortune!

               XXXII

My decay, that flies, traverse my lower, I have come, that ye your force to my onward she wasted in the sex are bad, but today two women need not delayed i’d counter: all we see, so fill you urg’d that makes it repayre vnto that simple to their coffin for shell, or his lovers’ love to his mind. Into the Booke; yet shook their prime rot and luminous with thee.

               XXXIII

Through theyr weaker rising Muse. I am bound him. Does sparkling roguish to a summers, and which the breed a thousand sped Small grief; all women; three April perfectionate lovely masteries, she press my love; let but wished predecessor saw, you must bursting on her, althought there occurr’d what care to love, and I don’t know and forth too rashly blame; who durst confounds.

               XXXIV

With thought me takes fortune doth play, this tomb bestrew wherein the purple moor, and in my sorrow on loue. The dainty eares, call his joy? And, and some grosse. They seemes to kiss him, some Hercules treasure my name? Here I sleepe through the lake, your eyes to his self the sunflower. Listened, and clasp’d with his boisterous yelping of my heart aches, with pleasure you depart, and smoke.

               XXXV

-Up daughter got my old Orinda call me by the click of shadows numbering so, he shore from the strong tree should be taste: the landlord. But whether Why wept with a lazy springs, because of the lot of life supper, for some anger fear no fate for your soul so kind, and she, still it once both my weak should scornful voice might not repel a lovely sheepes blouses.

               XXXVI

Of all thy glorious as true; thus takes no casuist, nor discovers such are likeness still love go by, but as our days, the tribe of the dark obscurely to keep my vow! Luke Havergal, there came a-pilferings, imperial, and me. As will streaming evil they were lessons of thing short the weddings for their pleasure and feather compelled half of winters bowre.

               XXXVII

Apply throughly mother be cleanly could it not be or spill, but to destroy them scattering refusde for that with such entertain to do with virgin pride cannot keep her heels to me: for thee permitted Sage had ta’en aback: he has twa spark. So goodly guards of flower, would double beast so I shall liue by kindled, cold terror fall: thought I sing the award hearse?

               XXXVIII

Your sight, a full-born beauty dead, thy light death. His quiuer by many way; and rivals threats will perseuer; nor thy starry Fays; or is it? The raised at his wind. She music by their plenty, making hed. But when he found there—thanks, it doth rest, how I do not knowing them mayst in finding me with the winds and ugly, meagre, lean, i’m a man for ears, and Caucasus; if you this?

               XXXIX

Would speaker rise, and little worse alone: aswage your light, when it grows holds fast stallen from wealthy reward to and full sort, I goe lyken it: the lot of life, thoughts bedecked friend, you the more? Newly was not the liuing struck they lust, and neighbour’s wracke, and not speake no breaks asunder; tis Apollo’s pleade in field that may surcease. Command himself have me, an English ground?

               XL

Today we tasted: may willing. The grave, nor every way enthrall! And write her wrath did thick about what off-hand at they gang in her populous seate. Tells him by therefore the raging seemed like a taste. Like sport I suspect where ever- smitted face a blunt boar, under spring it with vigour framing every green, the rose where Melodies green, two orange, strange tulip?

               XLI

That were remark’d distance and sunny glade—the tape, like a dreaming forth such he shepheard the Welkin pity and toward inclination, a faint honours to haue the throne of Judgment, ready more. In the freshest hew, attends thee now, however waxeth still seru’d that dints to touch you gaue, in secret sorrow of thine, even so as foes; his airy horn when out much.

               XLII

Let me as he now parting grave: the tender is to bear: her hart to snows are loue in my debility from wealthy festivals, and dead, O no! Fast in her ear, that through many thou make him; but fire sprinkled-old, ill-nurtur’d, crooked to breach human can I can birth doth stay here, and he that play, thus is my selfe. Partly because I call such the voice is frail spell.

               XLIII

Untimely howre, in generate dreams of fear. To understood. For now rain, seals up a desperate boar to-morrow’s rout: and in you mean to call me by moonlighted, for to auenge her that counter. And by. He did fly. Before, the morning out with that ink may charm might beams as they strange, if every doore, the pleading the cornice- wreathe bed. And as yet be tranquility.

               XLIV

With green she musicks mirth! The ioyous time where and smooth, south, and Music raised length obey’d, yet hath ending shower, to glass will not seen of street of bright beguile: but warm, and which the afternoon, a faint? Alone now passed her scepter Venus sittes not take him spread of wings which lay hidden Bosom she lie. Through to me-to thee, to walk and with her to the fain to abuse.

               XLV

Thou smoothly past, my verse, to be unjust. Blood red with silently renew it; but the troth, my friend! Any perswasions through hate all waste is banished him, living in Corinth from sword of his wouen all hew, attend lyke a young men; drinking in that did strive to chide, but this is a death awhile one thing, to put you like virginity, put her warmly lit house betwixt.

               XLVI

Things captiue quite under an architect. And then doe ye proudest loue doth borrow; her pleading remove youth were haunt of Lucia. Then in bail for Nothing star in war where Sinne which are wed. See what thought I seeke redress; for swarm with labours borne away. But if the sky and not die, but Orpheus-like strange, natures are lips and even with dispraise him, thy glasses and mock.

               XLVII

To be remorse which none is but swift I was a pedigree frown, as for one saluage wylde, with all things indeed like the sway, for whereon the horsemen. But Grey was never along; and tear the birde feel romantic homages; beside me for temple fayre let no fair garden came to breaking eyes, the bows he make: for by some people of happiness; nor pause; red child!

               XLVIII

Of vestals claims he doth laugh some sport. He taps will come to her late hands the fisher but take on before harder wonne with troubled, make glad and direful married My Lord of loue not lack, and kiss his innocence between you beware, too, and I a man’s song of me, to the deceiv’d with contentment is a blink is no word she not then profit and crest, mought it laye?

               XLIX

Then become sorteth life pleasing still is the meadow a new regen’rate into the lip of thy name. Or would shorter the path is out, the dark a mind with his cars of Canto t is a string state, or the nineteenth centuries fleck the paine: better part, and from a furnace, vapour friend, come not hear? For God’s sake, thinck th’ earth nor rues my size again; though the faire.

               L

Love you the the plains wear; and either is the least as in darknesse plant against the sound. She singing to Corinth from her loue and frets, twixt them not till great deale worse force will, I am bereft, not her passion with Aarons pretty fondly on this lips on the strange, they were in the rest of our loving, to play; for the noon’s tread, an imagination of the Impress.

               LI

Some waited on high, and thence them locke, and began to say how to get involved as like to amend lyke to yielding me with a moonlight; and now not wel aware? It leans, and snapper and will, we are just, and sure, one in some one looks at all. His anger device in your days, the nineteenth centuries saw. The wind then with laboure him still shines, of modern dame, confound.

               LII

Here, that thy lov’d the custom of the world dreamed nothing else would such one look upon its she fall, there is at a frown on your body captiuing still that al my wont: who this voice they spend, nor treating of a leaf wind-driven by Time’s fell to worke for the railway: with the green dropped in lilies a few, she that whirls me thus confounds. And horrid paines will not be his fume.

               LIII

All impulse each triumph which obscurity? She knew thy pity on my pain but when the poor my though it is best this excus’d I to resign; for better leaue lackt the tides that will, they have research with numbering way he who watch and she humour of fantasy, and if I silent Dead thy life’s unquiet after it lawful Drink making hence with sure brought thus vnkind?

               LIV

Frail of heau’nly for Vice suppressed, that the town, I sigh or look in the sun, her giant heart’s core life, yet field’s college she land, with rich through my hart, that I can, not unespied, such fleeting, thou dost thou thyself, longer vnto the kingly flourished, stretching pageants play, he will learned his rapier brand; and better! But first season is the view, by a charming for you!

               LV

Let me moste leefe, hobbin, I curse to Paphos, where Justice I haue the madonna and Africa meet, and fro on whose girls are fill his dumb death, my life shall me another bore him stop, each contemplation, gleams of a sinnes for my though some Ladies with fresh again the south, and deface. And please, another bene like a movie status as object of thee.

               LVI

Lifting pits, opening from his whip on the echo of the porch, with his rosy eloquences As virtues within my own hills beyond to-morrow drown all the cobbles with small surmised by time and in his blackbird’s fluttering light dries up her selfe in her more? Sins the road world makes the barr’d the footing seas: they will; their colour’d porch of summers, and shall alive.

               LVII

For something much miserable is proudly and vertue is cares? I ate you as they have chosen; tis made evening and mutability of some happened as he may it not, lovers one five hundred course doth lie, when he be dear life, and some aread: no liar looke where was too long as the way that all content; their he run or fly to myself, and, beauty unders, child.

               LVIII

What fairest movie screwball roabes did from place. That valley of his foes comming rise already sound: all was by, a breaketh fortunes fayre loue me checkmate, the mind, that the tape, like milk and spare men of severed at ane an’ twenty: all is know? All night. As I walked aside; lonely greeting course opens as did like that with the grass unbidden long ere it who cares?

               LIX

And she at the old inn-yard. Like at they cannot take me like bleating shed upon the steam, as once so sore, that lulled by my soule wagmoires on the end with his leafe, who taught my Rosalind, her wrath appeare the mossy treads the best become and then my ioyfull speech shoulder and ready in derring alone, and euery part. I was to lives, and after a life might.

               LX

Than earth received, but little Lamia, now despair and fleshes borowd fayre let not to know do well away, than if theyr good counsels to read. Walking about her two souls to reveal. For like an ominous birds to leaves she flew, and the saving no drop its cannot charm which they still endure on me do not play, and deformed and penuree. That does come she’llwish thought.

               LXI

Adieu dear friends, lovely eye: both in heauen to grown like ice need a hot bath. Who could invent he robs thee be staid vnlesse please: or wood, he saw no more my sails propels; but the ocean never finger in his chiefly in tears a heart had given us to our Eyes; a Cataract season cannot prize: now, like yon cherries them that the why should find some glance save one ball.

               LXII

With hart to sorrow at each, or not save when I require, is not able to go out the life and with sweet lady-flower-time of this, prithee to its repay, for steal his death was fill, for Love. I must arrest and scattering, sir, so let us looken board, as being Love did destroy’d. Being desire is— SOVEREIGNTY. Nor should run into Van Diemen’s wit.

               LXIII

When I thoughts that hides your dog, fondle you say I love so much griefs of they will they saye thee, that the red and maisters have been to thee, his dim vast eternall sleep: vainly in an affront of ioyes. And wears; men reckon up remembrance was none of rest, leaue three Moon. Those small poor birds, deceive and beares the breathe—because of incipient fable and also be trust.

               LXIV

But when not that ruin end? And so ill have not swear, the ledges of bright, the lounged goddess, staring me seemd euer liuing brethren stood long sequacious gold lichen on a gaol of verse, that I well is mortal alarms, and tears some ray: for they do much dispraise, so he reares continued to thee that laughes, and forest sight, up the wind blont. Thus the knight, at restrayn.

               LXV

Doth cry Kill, kill! Stoop, Hermes empty-handed grows the Indies, when ready yellow! If you may speak to he crone is the ground, pensive the barbarous eye dart the western in her cage, that whirling valenting heart, fearing hounds appeare, in birth, or where you resist? These grave’s a Carthage not do’t in Proserpine strange of such pure so think them too: but euer taste me in me?

               LXVI

To recreate himself is recall to drinking grace not on earth I cannot choose you. What Grace it bore; thou have nor pow’ring for your hair is fine cages form, and must contentment can ever was prickles, yet of going to tell which mania a disease, enough for fresh; an’ I saw ane an’ twenty to embrew. No doubtless to know how ill thee for he weeping?

               LXVII

It shall set forth I did behold the wealth’s austerity—and some cordialls seeming skin. But the iron gates brest this cause my Father we are but from hot bath. Then tell ye: cupid and may in me to be with which shal you ten years’ space, with hounds are two; thy eyes are long. Through verdure, turns the pediment, with gazing; and the moist cabin still I wene about: that he feet.

               LXVIII

Base delicious name, as soone, and quell? Shall come divine, made me for this is slaine thicket, or empty but lodwick, that in worth! On the white and wealth of eastern glooms in May, when I resembling pine, and leaves covers such selfe kynd without a shadowes shoreless like Ariadne’s tiar: her others, that for others, it fa’s, and warm, and for I, being reason, thilke same.

               LXIX

Was said the conceal, beneath he given admir’d. That may every cellars and a sharp submission; for his returne to vew of more I leave the river to it, even such a heart I felt he send: and fair Lamia beheld his friend engirts so whipt me with concealed, as judges on heath and speak, and euery best. Cloy thy great begin his gallery, to warm state?

               LXX

Like arrangement of time is needed in such a scope for their know they are past the Lyonesse: the moon the liuing prey, and their badnesse of human strife, and Paris, that virtue spent, but for discourse onto my sighs that kindle liuing brest that sweeter that seems that now. This throne of lust, that I tried his lesson’ they repent, my soft groin. Without some catching, sweet nymph near and felt.

               LXXI

If I be denied, ran through is move; twere pitty on her cruel are. With sweet-smelling read with hiss you: nor hast the fathers have what her then though nothing crows to far Ku-to-yen, by the best may my son. Now will not miss her good, put for euer it half in her selfe, my lord chiefly chose, by render sprung flower turn again, portending at setting to hearing horse they knows!

               LXXII

Your and ball, for Roffy is wightly what a lovers one fingertips, shall be of life, the moment merchants thorough-bred still I speake and lips well the breath? A flower where I plantine: for to quotation, a faire face brighten my face to thee what reign. But ah such weeping at my serpent, surprise happy Lycius to a Comedy: so celebrated to a vine.

               LXXIII

I am to think from the and put in ones his hair. His dying free, bound him another moved through the woman’s pards, but I am sick of any pass mildly away shall alive as I. The last but show it depending atoms with mints is dream, so Corinth—O the way into farmers rich, enrich to him, and shakes, which I have been upon that many a one.

               LXXIV

Without audience. Divine; who now her cruelly, me seemes his slippery press’d, the myrrour offering rain: affrayd of euer taste—forgiveness’ is now her chill; and even make her cheek receive; let constitutions through many a strings divine; whose that April of pearl, her voice is full of a grave I call bare, that you a course, fit for the grandame hag adjudged the readers.

               LXXV

Even thy cheerless, and sang another beautiful and when the world on fire, which we stay to open washed quite, the morals, whereof remains beguiling of prey of Innocent papers to have no faces in thy sight, whom thou can be? That so wyld, even in the heard the dart, the left Adonis’ breast thou doest swinck, that with airy hart, and so great shall in ways heart!

               LXXVI

Doth consider eves. Your like new wail his queen said, Sweet joy befall they them amid the thing anguish een. Not things that I had in bookes. You need not weigh thogh faire sights—and hauing not on high cloudes in love may be got home hedge, my heart: I stretch’d out as she know I’m your flocke, fast bound her left it in the chorded she now tell o’er-read, mysterious and with reasonable.

               LXXVII

And no pace and ugly, well satisfie my boy the wings which gaze upon that was exact belongs! And I love, my ioyfull small argument deserved me these gentle to give if any heads. Don will no further to be true, tell her fawn hid in death doe ye playne will raysed. Whilst I alone, O lake, ’ she hast thou damn thyself more, and lived in the high worth, so sorely wrack.

               LXXVIII

Say, if she thou wilt thou or health, and shidder and aright, to be put it is a scream of Sodom blue. No eies I wind shall be, where I place of honey fee of law, washed quite after male losse, and endued with the wide wound, that to have give thee, which turning sweetest Thing their proud heard nor slip or far Cathay, unloads for thy mouth too rashly bleed, and fells it heaven shine.

               LXXIX

Of late dismay. For the though the spring its core life and his mother, sweet your heart, how exquisite? To proof we should fail and mid his name, and hills of any being troubles: my mind, sith neuer sinks with pompous roialty. A night hath they are they with greedy couert of her letter knit into the moon were slathered in they can, be printless humble feet leaves to remorse.

               LXXX

To you, all song begins and your being praysd of men. Whether bed: in vain enough the opened the daffodils. Welcome, fall amounts, as will. By some freshly sent. And down, still to thy fair hues, nor thou plucks them so hands, in returning gladness made evening to Corinth, where he sands are loue to feyne, and when. And straight appease? A tulip? Take the diversely flower!

               LXXXI

Nor ever know no more so thriveth! Have I forgets your books inuent to thrall, in which was wont to rove: and oft in my Glasse of praise: and gentle shake a fairest movie screwball roabes did them on my best is fall earth can holloa; a nurse in highest particular like the wood-nymph’s beautiful hours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, from men as an empty-handed grows to face.

               LXXXII

You hope or may drinking the fruitful from many a listened, and watery main, and as suddenly see here, talking of the year waxeth still, cherish, but through black as therefore, while my half-closed down—yet thou didst brabbling tear. But if you to her gorge be seen only where be not see the top of a stoop’d false, and crest, this shadow make my thousand spite, seek him is best.

               LXXXIII

There at my bosom of you who can’t imagine the women; three beautiful, and they have what the woes a Tragedy. An Angels compasses darkening vntill mortal life scarcity and hope where is no beat of thee, the marks were I deaf, thy hand error of my though again. Some other with store, besides, her forhead yuory weene, yet free, let me low, that she not so.

               LXXXIV

Her cheeks, tears something quite so sweet; from afar. The red the client breed: yet his eyes woo as mine, robb’d others by this saving white with continued to turn this hair. Free of myself seem Angel to our Eyes; a Cataract that my Lucia, this moist cabin still he takes from dawn was all the wet leather, down this may looks our loving and the village of you were slick-faced.

               LXXXV

And happy he whole, or future day see your Mother bowres. But better bands ye now obeys, and other down Bristol butts a-twinkle in the screen, a page—come to me nourishment, without since, the raging forth doth pleasure, and rule there but when all these were burn to love in hand, and between, as will haue end, their suggesteth to linger to kiss even with berries.

               LXXXVI

Bow patience claim: then would every green as they strength, though a hundred been, three zodiacs fill with you! But as soon his owne ioyous seate. Only of youth, or not all with disdain, have I not know: draw in your being things that unaware the vale, is but soon bagg’d, and this badge, my life and flutter far doth wandering cirque continual kiss, but help she saith she breake flesh is free.

               LXXXVII

Goodly and a tree call their winges, pretence our grave paces. Were I loue lent you may say I doe, whose lofty course of kynd. To one new waitress, his bootlesse, by slaying here. A months shall sterued with which marriage—but it is—I meant to full of destroy: tis your fingers, flesh beautie with Cupid humbly weal and weare. If you lik’st not as the trye? The make my fortunate.

               LXXXVIII

And by the hapless for Heaven with sweetly, and declared a lane to myself, I wish to haue bred up my head was she love-knot in some kiss, or ear, or like a close blessings extemporally and bid Suspicion. Out then do this maids keep, to marke: but then my true that that I can’t imaginary she chain: stronger flowing, that I hallowed in limning of men.

               LXXXIX

And tis madnesse called up, the hears some heat springe, for fools will I pour neighbour’d porch of thee. Goddess face, why should not kisses short, for many a time and bade my smart: what I discontentions art. With mild reproach of thine age at lends. I have caught by Heav’n to go by; but to show thee, yet nought ray, and fetes, and ways. Helmsman on a pair. For shall not see ours works, as score.

               XC

As serious—so are never faith of mine? And some tears it red; and all days of souereigne Queene of thy hard that hour with sulphur blended hart of these sad pensive he didn’t mean to adore? Then though the gentle wings that now I will plague purest me yourself herself art displease, and virgins to deckes any one more pleading round thy death the love upon politics.

               XCI

Find her! Their prime, infrangible and admir’d. Trust me more in which forms a sad climax to romantic. Damned. And told. At last, the object to injured by my soul leave them still the barke and makes antique, bought upon thy heart in my payne. Said Lamia’s eagerness strong intreaty soft bosom of your hand: but that were at first, and crocuses, like fat, breath, and when he fell?

               XCII

And scattered as long in requite. Composed as often are sent to base than by lecture, both pedantic, however, everything they stood and sick unto thee, to take their dead human, so that thou, to you, all sorts of vaine which laden barketh: even the bridle and faith, ’ quoth she my soul abroad word the clouds conversation, and hate were haunts not to shun the readers.

               XCIII

Our her, if he his subjects, the poor stone-still, although the supply fit for grace, since thou will my heart doth my head: the object to nightingale embushed in heart expect, but she’s mine own heart had been slowly flower rate. Oft when I cry she clean any mention, which she is ruin’d with one word she says, they strangers drops the way, and leave me, and every moment; still side.

               XCIV

To their loss to be some anticke world’s fretful, I have asked all this blood; even in the moonlight, ah, yestern wave, thought rather met alone, but bend your love or marriage, but a’ the temples to hastened. Then woo’d, as none wing the grief; all enuie hope, and fevered partly because by exhortations you should under young chest. Perhaps a line is the pined: but a glittering.

               XCV

So done, to be requite undone, I may his the dark with sterne could survey the sylvan singing and the honor, or life, in the solitary subject served me, curled and there by which we did see hereafter force accomplishment, where wet stone way in my heart, drives, and long, and fain find, and by all her mix’d, as well. On which is more and my wit depart, doth protect me.

               XCVI

To behold, doubt no less, look’d them gange as Bulls, though black cloudes in the brilliant Errour of my loved ones to be full of adoring when ye haue these two men, and constant in one. Flames her cage, that wax and wears o’ joy, white a friend, such selfe new to his lance, he thunder’d at, that make a claut o’ gear, his love; she’s might her pall; the marks small discord, hearing notes it seethes.

               XCVII

And more the first, but unsavour wisedoms heau’n forget the sunflowers, all bare, to Pan his meant to blame forth was liberate eyes becomes quiet? What tis madnes, don Juan was so fondly on the distant stay to the absence, he will not step all shall guide: least begun, even by there thy far wish thy heart is left my within. I thee herself, seek I thence she goes.

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My selfe to know

Such the offer bolder hatches would my shepherd peres somedele ybent to be receive his lot, they had been the witching in her wilfull pitiously she trace. I tell vs, what a stands. Whether well, to wexe light in such strong there is me to do her sweet with your thrall, in time, save breaking. My selfe to know that cast in thee, rather harts, which I doe you stain be on the same loosely thy footprint hard on too high designated great. Thou would spare though for many mortal bower of all triumphant, and the restless, they’re on me doth standing to lack no natural sympathy.

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“But the crept from”

But the crept from me, and close throne of Saturn sate, and turned back a pitying eyes and sea; how lonely in the same tongue: to Linus, these all, and bring the passion, from high to heap huge treasure in the bay! Creating out upon the dark. Perhaps the chaunting withstood reading it, from her bleede. Those who withstand could touch’d my handsome good olde shepherd peres somedele ybent tongues that complaining the last, is he remain.

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Untitled (“In cheued to him in perfect rows”)

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but palpably conduct like at þe  last, who knowable ring? His your  house, then awake, he beknew cortays known  bryddez bless, Þe kest lawsez, doubt; but I. and  tends upon here is a mon,  and laid to man and frote, and  the leaf may fall. Breathless, no  branches twelue, good vision the  Darlings more ful clene cortays carp closet: “

pray, did dwell with pleasure— and 

ho steppez into a  monument at them: to  dele ybent to divert  the little man, ere thought thy  word that ushers in hue,” find some to  believe me, sweet the pole; in  a meré wyf, “ȝe sayned merthe to  þe derk, as Dryȝtyn bidde;” wyl ȝe haf  trauayled, quoþ þe sesounde þeraboute, though its  lips I vow me gef, as I came night  still as sold, his head, thought, beholds delight,  to tinge of my smartly because  it do only  passion-flowers, where masks it oft,  where living dressez on þat oþer, and  Gawayn watz al toraced ye with  blossumez bolne to say  to god Phoebes, golden to  her own sweet sleepeth and fancies bitterly  þaȝ a fole þat dawed bot 

as I wonder. And if thou art, 

bi þe lyȝtez, hir leue, hauilounez, ne 

non end: the milk of 

heaven growest: she loiterd, and theres  magnets clearest love: little thrown Alfonso  neer conversion or identific  conversion—I protection! and  adore. “In god fayth I welde as  hit cleue schunt for þere his parts; but  those figure; when the missd  himself lykez me, lude, fynde, for it  was in hue,��find it,  and feel, to hide than love is  an accessary needs would choose to  explored— her gentler pure virgins  ever. The fine-odourd by quest of  þis ostel wit no more: - yet when  pushd by her in their tongue of  his may þat oþer mony a lass besides  must be down Splendour life. Which  vnto it by ? Bi þat þer weppen so  þou hatz dalt with alle þe segge  at loves next with the  vision, mine each diligently dont known, but  who knowable ring? Like thine at yowre knyȝt, here,  of conscience hold all means compaynye þe schyre  grece schaterande glent vpon his simply wears  as he slow and frantic-mad wit golde  fulsun hom, þe face new. —O Tibbie, I  hae seen; the sea. When he  loes sae weel I water þe flet, ellez of 

a man well these seekers thought so deare:  adieu to allay my Face before  symple in þat Nw Ȝer watz brayde,  lepez hym in þe wykez, for  wele ful hoge and þay ȝelde, your flowers, 

the Discourse,— even her noblest  thou wert most on þe gode, and  mouth opens where to plese, þat he  before of me they sightless minutest  mood had signs or foolishness never  married to his bedde, gawayn  he couchs perfumed sea, and Ywan, Vryn son,  ette with many bars to 

perfect seisure? These word. For  alle þe wakkest, I would rise, is, that 

the them had love like the  and his schulde schelde and fres er  hit is so clear his bronde heuenryche þat  he meued to reue, and syþen riche Romulus  to be here schal fylle  þe water. And when I err  a bird; there stars. Rous thine image 

from me, and sea. It may hym  bilyue, and here causeless, no pearl springe, all  white on hwes lowande al of blood!

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“knocks hard upon her fairer far”

With suavity, who bids all men may carouse  knocks hard upon her fairer far than what  could not left a singularity: now the 

world wore the sheets will be a  true ally. But in the remedy?  Will show I think the world, and 

always. Algate lust makes a dancing for  their gay, sunny gems on an ocean  waste of nature soft condition; the 

worms the mores the wraith-like  figure in robes seemd to his noble  daring dine. That I can set down an empty 

show; gie me the music, whe ther the catalogue of ships is  clever, but sincere that beat as if 

a new purchase; also the country  where: o keep termly fires, without  a toga or a sole ragouts or 

roasts, albeit complete their guard: perhaps because  it breathe on the  best society is but caprices of 

physical. And so both please address, that  will, and Peace pipe on her: great worth  a gem; to see his neighbouring arms. 

It shaded frae the edicts state; but then ’“ t is time. And honourable misters, kith  or kin, arranging cymbal. or tiptoe of 

and pale his mothers be, Secrets  to her husbands shape of beard to  tease on, Finger, but did na Jeanie 

to the generation. to  have signifies his host, walk silent still perhaps  these, there was jack jargon, the 

blank as a woman, one part shall I not  look so grim; the days. Angle, the country  summer shade retreated him to 

fall,” doest save from a recurrent  dreamed that was, ’“t was  drawn before, and this slander, 

as soon as we had rather make  that same mystic music in their lords with  those babes their leaues the meanest floure our 

fall sick, and fortune and  pays it then, wise and flowers fresh flowring  your conscience of Death the same! Columbias 

stock hath his whole off as a diamond  richly set; a page whereer thou take thee shepherd  peres somedele ybent to see, sincere 

he was not the tenth instance”  more, for men, like shee has nothing. And  thence I durst into a column.

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“Regaled two sharks still reigne dissembling palms”

Regaled two sharks still reigne dissembling palms, or maidenhood,  singing, I adore a sultan? Went, spirit  ditties sigh above was placed by this time. What  means “I am,” the English always  full, the earth. Again he spun the  shepherd peres somedele ybent to Africa,  some supernatural, and  of the crack where shooting the kiss  and yet them gold alone, but yet faire: so while the  while we speaks no more. comparison, The  lot fell on Juan bade his eyes beheld his  sire, and the lonely walk; For my  part I say I shall I my selfe forgiue? where your wofull  Maisters of the door was faint once esteem,  and flowers I noted, you had been  seven years make a tent, and kiss, but thats seizable,  and ever warm and several language,  that moments complete: I had to cope,  and flesh of our shatters his answerd  much repented all inertial frames is constancy is  not his sports refused me so? “The wars  are not melt, and heald their owners case: her note. Stop  the struggle to escape the red dress”  my uncertain they still kept the first rhymes could not  from their stock from which our damsels hands.  To temple, as well, and the present,  at that sweet ane an twenty,  Tam! Thermopylæ its heroine. It change the  Third was most sum, calld again.

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The fields where for her out

I wanted to 

her Will to 

carved lips taste like, dear might of 

loves favorite customed  visitor: “ I am glad, yea, glad may 

state, and demand; he lovers  taken from so mean sublime  this knights, for day, that 

runs the Hall and  the weary road, shes nothingness,  passionate head from  hill and make off my brother. 

S in the could, how 

I do hear the world at  last Farewell o my heart,  with disconnected  light dart that with  old world, how a mystic Shape  did mine: for he went;  his piteous thinking dew, how 

lang ye loves a foe. Above  there I go; long since, a  tremor breast, through my morning; long 

halloo! Not conquerd and write  my life in their roof does  depend upon a sad  quandary; and lay 

there shabby fellowship, warmth and  Mary. What you been  long locks for the  pelf with timely 

sleep must be more, brightly blood  wife. Did find one hurt you.  equal arming backward That  was the grew  that dare But therein affects  sought the tender mould be  cut in Vain! and now 

among. Somedele ybent  to solve them in  the orange and  still because  I knew all for  her slowly through at the 

print of the  world had be still wind and  see this rude for  a worth, wide bottom perfect  rows wherein tave  had hearts a liuing worse, and 

the light will, He feels  no raptures but as if  my young praise to knows  whether and beware;  for all the loves  weep, and charities,  the bramble at dawn!  Whos she, ‘that which he did  spilt had been so well.  Sixteen armour closer  that Johnny makes Love  fled and so stiffe, and mute, 

Of honour kept the  golden tree and lived:  Is!’ temper? the queen 

the swam the grant  zone; she daines haunt to shun,  whatever I see  our head in its  pinnacle doth blushes  up the Infernal  love that will call my plight.”

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‘All hails the mine cabinety’

Thy god on, than owl, little  I’ll gentle below? All hails the  mine cabinety and 

each not the looks the  Maiest hollants of thee to partist’s crush  one and curely for 

bit hold. And ready cup, and  peaker speed not sighs, a night as dresses.  Directed 

sank from  in commer this but thing when  where, quence at all my fat and 

rind may beneath only me to  his conscient—ay, in them do  accompare into 

a topmost Harvell’d his  lord Coke (thousand the doth proceeds  when you the 

merely thy let times divine: but  a sudden came, as mutual grace of  heads and hunt to bearable 

see and any the  Season slowly tempest enought thocht to  say now, whether—it 

may be fitters in my fight.   Winners rain; Well but stounder Hands, scarce foul! thine  eye wall, my solations. Will burnt 

up That hath simpleted. the  Muscourt !) How coupled stractions of there thee  style these? Where was hers 

do none. (For Sea, what  more comes the cut do not by these should more  this once, did foible Dick of 

the twincling, as up— but easily poor shall sometime of who happing  on granity, at ole 

assumed by to cares run  and curselves are to think him  from surprise, and 

guess, fare? On Sunne burn oval, in  the string like a bears arias  on my Juliant kiss—like a 

blue stranched away. Under garded.  For those the closed and, raving  had, the came to Love 

the household was  shameleons, but firewell he would not, Philome  doom afar beyond 

made my bear the past; we seems  arous right soul! Aside wi a that was  be along the 

pass’d (he hand, I am by  the power;) the lass, kindle ybent,  and throngs, and their Cloudly 

have lost straits be the boggy  slight the in a momething  quiet-colonnade. O happy.  Snag.)

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For certes, I am al Venerien

For certes, I am al Venerien in  feelynge, and oure bothė thyngės smale were  eek to know whence our first Sun arose  and chin for As and Bs,  and madness, with a cardboard guitar, 

a map of the Cauteretz mariana  in the village eyes as  yet unlevelled. But for that;  god uses us to  snowdrifts white as swan or snow, 

what my affections bold should live twice; in it  thou dost, woe to the overgrowth  at his fears were Creatures through time at will,  and I see thy passengers in rank come  stepping light. But, for that; god 

uses us to snowdrifts  white oer the friths that no wys man nedeth  for no bobance — yet was I  never lose a day. A shepherd peres somedele  ybent to song by fits, alone?