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UN!V. OF CALIF. LIBRARY. LOS ANGebffl
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PRINTED FOR THE MALONE SOCIETY BY
HORACE HART M.A., AT THE
OXFORD UNIVERSITY
PRESS
1908
REPRINTED LITHOGRAPHICALLY BY
VIVIAN RIDLER AT THE
UNIVERSITY PRESS, OXFORD
1965
THE TRAGEDY OF LOCRINE
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THE MALONE SOCIETY REPRINTS
1908
This reprint of the Tragedy of Locrine has been pre- pared by Ronald B. McKerrow and checked by the General Editor.
Nov. 1908. W. W. Greg.
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2*62. Locrine was entered on the Stationers' Register A as follows : / <? o £
xx° die Iulij [1594]
Entred for his Copie vnder thandes of the Wardens. The Thomas creede. lamentable Tragedie of Locrine, the eldest sonne of Kinge Brutus, discoursinge the warres of the Brittans &c . . . vjd
[Arber's Transcript, II. 656.]
A quarto printed by Creede himself appeared with the date ifyy. The allusion in 1. 2277 shows that it cannot have been published before the beginning of 3 8 Eliz. This fixes the date of issue between 1 7 Nov. 1 S9 S a*id 24 March following. Of the quarto there are no less than three copies in the British Museum (C. 34. b. 28, 239. e. 32, and 80. d. 1) besides others in the Bodleian Library and at Trinity College, Cambridge. All five have been collated for the purpose of the present reprint. No variants have been observed. All alike want the first leaf, which was presumably blank. The quarto is printed in roman type of a body closely resembling modern English (20 11. = 94 mm.).
The play was also included among the additional pieces added to the third folio of Shakespeare's works in 1664.. It was printed from the quarto with certain corrections. From the third folio was printed the fourth folio in 1685-. A list is given below of the chief readings in which the 1 664. folio differs from the quarto. The later folio has only been quoted where there is disagreement
between the earlier folio and the quarto. Neither folio possesses independent authority.
The authorship is doubtful. There clearly exists some intimate conn exion bet ween Locrine and Selimus^ several passages being, with slight variations, common to the two plays. Locrine also exhibits peculiarities of style belonging to, and lines and phrases occurring in the recognized works of, both Greene and Peele. Whoever may have been the author, the date of composition probably preceded that of publica- tion by almost a decade. The initials W. S. on the title-page of the quarto, which later led to its inclusion among Shakespeare's works, may have been intended to connect the play with his name, though whether more than the overseership was implied is doubtful.
VI
List of Irregular and Doubtful Readings of
the Quarto
together with the variants of the Folio of 1664 and the corresponding readings of that of 1685-.
Fi, 1664. (B.M., 80. 1. 3); F2, 1687 (B.M., 64.3. m. 2); F indicates a reading of Fi not materially altered in Fi.
Heading : om. lamentable and all after Brutus. F I Actus Primus. Scena Prima, [similarly in Latin throughout) P 13 fearing F ~l6 amid ji>j among F
21 ftrook, F
17 fcare F
34 Corineius y <£, F: Fi has this spelling generally in the first half of the play : Fi throughout.
38 of th' Ocean, F
49 arrogance, F
f? neare Ji^ ne're F
64 ftrangle j^ ftruggle F
75 mortalll <g^ mortal F
84 omitted in F
87 Ancora J£, F : r*W Aurora
88 Sun-bright j£, F: ? rfW
Sun, bright gardiant % F 90 word, ^1 world, F 99 Corinus JJ), Fi : Corineius Fi : r*<*^ Corineus 101 I fear'd not t'yield F
iox Cod <2i God F
thoughts, F 105 in your Lordings F
C w. Thraft- §^ 112 Scareth F
115 with his IxionsJ£,F: }om. his foone, ^2 ioon, F: }read fonne, 126 Grecians Jj)^ Grecians F: ? re *</ Grtecias
137 forcft j>>j forc'tF
138 propound, <£, Fz : pro-
pound. Fi
140 vnto j^ m*° ^
141 Whereat F Corineius Jj^, F
149 hundred F
1 5:1 ftrons Jj)j ftronds F
15-3 comne f^\ come F
178 thofe F
181 age. 6^; age : F
185- Brethren, F
195: inheritance F
200 deuolted ^ devolted F
201 Bru. But Fi : Brutus. But
F2
Vll
203 who Jj)j. Who F 211 cannot now be F
my <£, F : ? re*</ any 213 ?read At their own honour 2 id my may dens ^r my pure
Maiden F: ? read any
maydens 24.0 Junoger, Jj)^ Junoger, F:
read Innogen, 242 profeed <2)j. proceed F 24.7 Yoongft gj Youngeft F 2 ? 2 thoughts, <gj thoughts.
F 254 among F
2 5" 6 violence, jj>, F 260 hafteneth F 262 o're-caft F
272 ? read too too enuious 276 Demagorgons Jj^ Dema-
gorgon's F 278 Lacus. Ji>, F : read F*«v. 279-80 Rhodomanth, JjJ, F. 283 Euridies, j^j Eur i dice, F 285- made the ftones, birds,
beafts, F 287 Crebus,<£,F: read Erebus, 293 Fleithonus <*L, F : r**</
296 ikftfrx. j>>, F
297 Tifiphone. JjJj^ Tijiphoen. F 304. his coarfe, F
307 Exeunt. F
3 1 5: faith gj era. F
3 id Confutations £, *"
afward ^ arfward F 319 my moift dainty F 324-5- C«-/r/V, J^ C«/r/V, F 332 heard the voice F 33d ftarve F 343 worft £} f 3^2 apparell F 369 thou hadft been F
406 s.d. belongs to I. 408 : F
45 7 F/r/Vo, g, F : read Eftrild,
468 Pofthumius F
469 pitch'd F 482 Enthroniz'd F 486 bays, F
491 Afir.^Eftr.FwElfir.Fi
499 muficke jj>, F
502 £ J2^ the F
J06 comforted ^, F : ? rw</
conforted 5 1 3 on the waves F 5- 1 5- Borras J£j Boreas F 5-32 of Weft, Fi: of the Weft,
F2 548 Pentkiftlea <J^ Penthe-
ftlea F 563 the <^ thee F 567 Exeunt. F 5-^8 T&* 2. &***. <g^ Sr*»*
Tertia. F 571, 581 Trow. F 573 ennie Jj)j envy F 581 compare J2j, compare : F 587 7r»»2. ^ Trum. F\ :
Tro»?. F2 611 Cobler: jj^j. Cobler. F 6 1? Cat hues ^ Cathnes F 6\% don <£, F 63 1 capoutaile, ^ capontail,
F 632-3 bafti-nano J£j baftin-
ado F 645- Thra. How F 6 8 9 omitted in F 697 Troialus, J?j Troilus, F 711 &c. <j£j. wild-fire and
pitch. F
719 Ha? £j Ha,F
720 abominable F
721 your ftate. F
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773 774 778
779
780 792
800
807
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810
821
833 8yo
8T7 861
871
87T
883
887 888 85,5 901
9°3 926
redifie J£j reedifie, Fi :
re-edify, Fz your ftore F Hnmber g: Kumber F Cathuefia. Jj^ Catbnefta. F Caledon,^ Calcedon, Fi :
Chalcedon, Fz encreafe ji^ encreafe, F fheltiers ^ fhelters F Exit. gj. Exeunt. F: }Exit
Hubba. Enter Albanact, Clownes
with him. F Alb. Thou F infolencie, f^\ infolency,
F : ? read infolence, The ftxt Act. m Scena
Sexta. F fquadrants <£, F As when . . . hundred F hundred F #*;»£. <2> : Humb. F enters . . . kills F be their J), Fi : by their
Fz : ? r**</ be her Fhcebus g^ Fktebus F ouerrun <2j. ouerturn F Cancufus, ^J. Caucafus, F breathe F threatnings, J£, F : r«W
threatenings, night <2, F: r**</ might fight, £,F: ?r<W flight, mors, ^ Mors, F Neu'r m Ne're F *<* ^j, «* F Trumpart. F but I F Cook (hops Ft : Cook-
fhops Fz fcreeking, £>, F ww. Exeunt. F
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927 T£* 8. Act. <gj_ &«*« Of- /*i/<z. F: r? *</ T#f 7. &£»*. 944 for this thy F
967 th' Egyptian F
968 her g, F: ? read his 997 lightning F
004. traiterous F 015- them <£, F : ? rw</ thence og5 by the wicked F 039 magnanimious Ji^ mag- nanimous F 05*4 Corrineus J2j Corineius F 057 faires J£j Fairies F 066 ceafe my F 088 Almanact. <£j Alb an act. F 095 Anb ^ And F ftrewM F
104 groves that now F
105 favour F
115 renowmed jj^renown'd F 1 17 Sifjphon. G^i Syftphus. F 130-1 accidents Makes J£,Fi:
accidents Make Fi 135: Tenidos. ^ Tenedos. F 1^6 dorth g, F (/'. *. troth) 1 8 7 bridewell, g^Bridrwell, F 1 89 your J2j. you F 114 haft undone F 222 hembde ^j hemm'd F 226 Adament, J£j Adamant,
F 141 your <2>, F : ? r**^ yon 248 Troinonanty Q^ Troimo-
vant, Fi : Troinovant, Fz 253-4 doubted knight, J), F:
rf<«^ doubled night, 2<S"3 unweildy F 267 loofe J2, Fi : lofe F2
prefle, F 290 that they ^ they that F 297 breathe F 310 Yea$:YouFi: YourF2
b
r 3 1 5" Accompaie Jj^ Accom- pany F
1325- Cerannia^ 6), F: read Ceraunia^
1327 he had F
1 3 28 Poliphlemus J^ Poliphemus
Fi : Polyphemus Fz
1 3 29 Anthropomphagie J2, Fi : Anthropophagie Ft. :
? r^;/ Anthropophagi
1332 Albanacts J^ Albanaci 's F : ? r«W Albanactus
1340 ylbany. J»)j Albany. F
1345" ile&: 1'le Fi : I'll F2
1353 T&*» Omphale F
1 3 (£8 wore F
1381 triumphanly, ^ : trium- phantly, F
138s" biood Jj/j blood F
1426" golden ^j golden Crown, F
1417 fceptler <gj. Scepter F
1432 manortiall jj)^ mavor-
tiall F
1433 Compaftj^j Compact F 145-9 bee J2j be. F
1462 Loc. If F
1455 moue Jj>: move F : ? r«W
mone (jr. *. moan) I468 being a conquerour, F 1473 mizt 6^. mixt F 1477 cought. Jj^ caught. F 1482 declard, J^ declar'd, F:
? r*W declare, 1 49 1 ^? /*/</. gj Sold. F 1498 depriv'ft F 15-03 fttiue Jj>j^ ftrive F 15-10 thee §li thee. F 1515: Better to liue,j»),F: ?read
Better fo Hue, or Better
to loue, 15-30 dead J2j dread F
5-39 quit F
5-64 fetled. F
576 bafilifkt was hatched J£:
Bafilisk hath hatched F 5-97 om. faying F 5-98 St. How F : S/r. How Fi 609 I bin J2j^ I had been F 6x9 He Jits down and pulls out F 64.6, 1647 which J£: Which F 648—9 voice Jlarts up, and puts
his meat F 66z rend F 669 He makes F 671 firikes F 674 Exeunt. F 691 fro JJ), Fi : from Fi 695- wiih j£: with F 702 where Jjjj Where F 706 garnifh Jj)j garnifht F
722 /<*//« Jj)j_ /a?//V/ F
723 £>&*# malorem Jj^ F^f«
malorum F 727 pillow-beres, F 737 ttyx, F 741 rend F 744 ftarved F 747 the accurfed gods, F 749 this deathfull like life F
761 withem feed Fi: with 5em
feed F2
762 leave the tumbling F 769 Exeunt. F
J J 5 Tincriis' exceftuat Jjjj Trinacriis exajluat Fi : Trinacris exaftuat Fz
784 mifvPd, j>)j mifus'd, F
796 by gj my F
797 to haplefs Albion^ F 826 Gnendolinas 6^ Guendo-
linaes Fi : Guendelines Fz 1837 ftrooken ^j ftrucken F
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1 868 187a 191 1 1917
1840 wert j£j were't F 1843 I'defend F 1856 mean'ft F 185^ ugly F 1863 j gj that F
vfe j2, F : ? r<?*</ rule
om. vnto F
owz. the F
learne jgj learnt F 194.8 Hands Jgj ftand F 1970, 2022 Habren Jj^ F (see
List of Characters) 1974. om. pettie F 1983 .Ltfr. 6£j iffcr. F 2021 a fide. ^: <7/?</e. F 1034. don <jj)j done F 104.8 vaftall gj veftal f 2061, 1076 alarum. F 20&2 ThrfimachuSj ^ Tbrafi- . + macus, Fl : Thrajlmachus^ ., _. Fi
207? StmotSj |£, F: read Stmois. 1078 Traynouant <j)j Troyno-
vant F 2079 Mounted with courfers F
withpearles, Jj)j with pearles F
1105 1107 2110 2116 2120 1131 214.1 1144 2157
2084. Guendoline F
2087 curtleaxe, J>)j curtle axe, F : Curtle- Axe, F2 haftenened^^ haftened F Forwell Jj)j Farewell F
r£™/?* F
fortnne, Jgj fortune, F ow. as F Kills F
in his foul F Natnres <3)j Natures F glaine, Ji^ glain, F : read glaiue,
2158 amlieft Jj)j am left F 2177 adamintiue j£j adaman- tive F: rfW adaman- tine corpes &l\ corps F gtacious Faries ^ gra- cious Fairies F what 6^ What F fartheft F 2238 thinft Gl^ think'ft F 2247 This prefent ftreame F 2262 vauts, Jj)j vaults, F 2272 fee ^ fet F 2280 wold ^1 Would F
2187
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2223
In the quarto the headlines on the versos of B2, C2, Di, Ei, Fi, Gi, Hi, Ii, and Ki have the misprint lamentable. The spelling of the proper names constantly varies in the folios as well as in the quarto. No attempt has been made to record such variations. Evident misprints of the folios have also been disregarded.
List of Characters
in order of appearance.
Ate, as Chorus. Brutus, King of Britain. Locrine
Hubba, his son.
Segar, a Scythian officer.
a Captain under Albanact.
Trussier, a Scythian officer.
Oliver, a rustic.
William, his son.
Margery, his daughter.
the Ghost of Albanact.
two Soldiers.
a Page.
Sabren (or Habren), daughter
of Locrine and Estrild. Madan, son of Locrine and
Guendoline. the Ghost of Corineus.
Camber ■ his sons. Albanact
^SSARACHUS I followersof Brutus. Corineus )
THRAsiMACHUS,son toCorineus. Guendoline, daughter to Co- rineus. Debon, friend to Corineus. Strumbo, a fantastical cobler. Trompart, his man. Dorothy, his love. Humber, King of Scythia. Estrild, his wife.
Scythian soldiers, Lords of Albany, Albanact's soldiers, Locrine's soldiers, Thrasimachus' soldiers.
In the dumb shows : I, a Lion, a Bear, an Archer ; II, Perseus, Andromeda, Cepheus, Phineus ; III, a Crocodile, a Snake j IV, Omphale, Hercules j V, Jason, Creon's daughter, Medea.
Trussier (or Thrassier) is mentioned as entering at II. 767 and 928, but has no part assigned to him. Assarachus and Corineus are perhaps intended to be Brutus' brothers, but the relationship is by no means clear; cf. 11. 123, 141, 1555", 1796, 1804. Possibly, the 'old Assarachus* whom Brutus calls his ceame' (1. 123) is another person.
The name £Habren' which appears in place of Sabren in 11. 1970 and 202a is an alternative, and according to Harrison (Description of Britain, i. 13) the correct form. The spelling of several of the names varies.
Xll
THE
Lamentable Tragedie of
Locrhte,the eldeft fonne of King Brutus •, difcour-
fing the warres of the Britaines%imA Hunnes9
with their difcomfiturc:
The Bntaines vtftorie with their Accidents \andthe
death of Albanadh NolejJej>lcafa*t then
frofitdble*
Newly fetfoorth, oiierfeenc and correfted,
By w. s.
LONDON
Printed by Thomas Greedy A S 9 tt
.
A Z RECTO (BoDL.)
The lamentable T^agedie
of Z<wn**,theeldcft fbnne of King Brut**, difcour-
fmgchc vvarresof the Brit nines and Humes ^
with their difcmfitureytbeBritamesviff try
with thekaccidents,and the death
of x^flbanaft.
^~- The frit Atf. Scene I.
V . , \
fc
Enter *#iteji with thunder and lightning all in black,
with a burning torch in onehand , and a bloodie
! fwoord in the other hand , and prefentiy let there
come foorth a Lion running after aBeareorany
other beaft , then come foorth an Archer who
: muft kill the Lion in a dumbc (how,and then de- part. Remained/*?.
.... » . "
Atey.
Infsnmfeftakur & Vmhr/t.
K Mightie Lion rulerof the woods, ***Of wondrous ftrength and great proportion, With hideous noyfefcarring the trembling trees, With yelling clamors (baking all the earth, *
A 3 Trauerft
A l RECTO
J «
A-'
THE
Lamentable Tragedie of
Locrine, the eldeft forme of King Brutus, difcour-
fing the warres of the Britaines, and Murines,
with their difcornfiture :
The Britaines victorie with their Occidents, and the death of Albanact. No kjfe plea/ant then
profitable.
Newly fet foorth, ouerfeene and corrected,
By VV. S.
'■
LONDON
Printed by Thomas Creede.
The lamentable Tragedie
of Locrine, the eldeft fonne of King Brutus, difcour-
fing the warres of the Britaines and Humes,
with their difcomfiture, the Britaines victory
with their accidents, and the death
of Albanact.
■
The first Act. Scene i . ^ct r
sc. t
Enter Atey with thunder and lightning all in black, with a burning torch in one hand, and a bloodie fwoord in the other hand, and presently let there come foorth a Lion running after a Beare or any other beaft, then come foorth an Archer who muft kill the Lion in a dumbe fhow, and then de- part. Remaine Atey.
Atey.
In pxnam fectatur & V rubra. 10
A Mightie Lion ruler of the woods, -"■Or wondrous ftrength and great proportion, With hideous noyfe fcarring the trembling trees, With yelling clamors making all the earth,
A 3 Trauerft
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Trauerft the groues, and chaft the wandring beafts. Long did he raunge amid the fhadie trees, And draue the filly beafts before his face, When fuddeinly from out a thornie bum, A dreadfull Archer with his bow ybent,
20 Wounded the Lion with a difmall fhaft,
So he him ftroke that it drew forth the blood, And fild his furious heart with fretting yre, But all in vaine he threatneth teeth and pawes, And fparkleth fire from forth his flaming eies, For the fharpe fhaft gaue him a mortall wound, So valiant Brute the terror of the world, Whofe only lookes did fcarre his enemies, The Archer death brought to his lateft end. Oh what may long abide aboue this ground,
30 In ftate of blifle and healthfull happinefle.
Exit.
-Act 1 The firfi Act. Scene. 2.
a
Enter Brutus carried in a chaire, Locrine, Camber, Al- banact, Corineius, Guendelin, Affaracus, Debon, Thra- Jimachus.
Brutus. Moft loyall Lords and faithful followers That haue with me vnworthie Generall, Pafled the greedie gulfe of Ocean, Leauing the confines of faire Italie, 40 Behold your Brutus draweth nigh his end, And I muft leaue you though againft my will, My finewes fhrunke, my numbed fences faile, A chilling cold poflefleth all my bones,
Blacke
sc. tt
the eldest Jonne of King Brutus. Blacke vgly death with vifage pale and wanne, Preients himfelfe before my dazeled eies, And with his dart prepared is to ftrike, Thefe armes my Lords, thefe neuer daunted armes, That oft haue queld the courage of my foes, And eke difmayd my neighbours arrogancie, Now yeeld to death, orelaid with crooked age, 50 Deuoyd of ftrength and of their proper force, Euen as the luitie cedar worne with yeares, That farre abroad her daintie odore throwes, Mongft all the daughters of proud Lebanon, This heart my Lords, this neare appalled heart, That was a terror to the bordring lands, A dolefull fcourge vnto my neighbor Kings, -Ncfw by the weapons of vnpartiall death, FsTloue afunder and bereft of life, As when the facred oake with thunderbolts, 60
Sent from the fiery circuit of the heauens, Sliding along the aires celeftiall valts, Is rent and clouen to the verie rootes. In vaine therefore I ftrangle with this foe, Then welcome death, fince God will haue it fo.
AJfar. Alafle my Lord, we forrow at your cafe, And greeue to fee your perfon vexed thus, But what fo ere the fates determind haue, It lieth not in vs to difanull,
And he that would annihillate his minde, 70
Soaring with Icarus too neare the Sunne, May catch a fall with yoong Bellerophon, For when the fatall lifters haue decreed To feperate vs from this earthly mould,
No
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine No mortalll force can countermaund their minds : Then worthie Lord fince ther's no way but one, Ceafe your laments, and leaue your grieuous mone. Cor in. Your highnefle knows how many victories How many trophees I erected haue,
80 Tryumphantly in euery place we came The Grecian Monarke warlike PandraJJus^ And all the crew of the Molofsians, Goffarius the arme ftrong King of Gaules, And all the borders of great Aquitane^ Haue felt the force of our victorious armes, And to their coft beheld our chiualrie, Where ere Ancora handmayd of the Sunne, Where ere the Sun-bright gardiant of the day, Where ere the ioyfull day with chearfull light,
90 Where ere the light illuminates the word, The Troyans glorie flies with golden wings, Wings that do foare beyond fell enuious flight, The fame of Brutus and his followers Pearceth the skies, and with the skies the throne Of mightie Ioue Commaunder of the world, Then worthie Brutus^ leaue thefe fad laments, Comfort your felfe with this your great renowne, And feare not death though he feeme terrible. Brutus. Nay Corinus you miftake my mynd
100 In conftruing wrong the caufe of my complaints, I feard to yeeld my felfe to fatall death, Cod knowes it was the leaft of all my thought, A greater care torments my verie bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of it, And in you Lordings doth the fubftance lie.
Thraji-
the eldest fonne of King Brutus, Thrafi. Molt noble Lord, if ought your loyall Accomplifh may, to eafe your lingring grief, (peers I in the name of all proteft to you, ' That we will boldly enter prife the fame,
Were it to enter to black Tartarus, no
Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throte, Scarreth the ghoafts with high refounding noyfe, Wele either rent the bowels of the earth, Searching the entrailes of the brutifh earth, Or with his Ixions ouerdaring foone, Be bound in chaines of euerduring fteele.
Bru. The harken to your foueraigns lateft words, In which I will vnto you all vnfold, Our royall mind and refolute intent, Z** When golden Hebe daughter to great hue, no
"'Coliered my manly cheeks with youthful downe, Th'vnhappie (laughter of my lucklefle fire, Droue me and old AJfarachus mine eame, As exiles from the bounds of Italy, So that perforce we were conftraind to flie To Grecians Monarke noble Pandrajfus, There I alone did vndertake your caufe, There I reftord your antique libertie, Though Grecia fround, and all Mollofsia ftormd, Though braue Antigonus with martiall band, 130
In pitched field encountred me and mine, Though Pandrajfus and his contributories, With all the rout of their confederates, Sought to deface our glorious memorie, And wipe the name of Troians from the earth, Him did I captiuate with this mine arme,
B And
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine And by compulfion forcft him to agree To certain artickles which there we did propound, From Grcecia through the boifterous Hellefponty
i4o We came vnto the fields of Lestrigon, Whereas our brother Corineius was, Which when we pafled the Cicillian gulfe, And fo transfretting the Illician fea, Arriued on the coafts of Aquitane, Where with an armie of his barbarous Gaules Goffarius and his brother Gathelus Encountring with our hoaft, fuftaind the foile, And for your fakes my Turnus there I loft, Turnus that flew fix hundreth men at armes
1 jo All in an houre, with his fharpe battle-axe, From thence vpon the ftrons of Albion To Corns hauen happily we came, And queld the giants, comne of Albions race, With Gogmagog forme to Samotheus, The curled Captaine of that damned crew, And in that He at length I placed you. Now let me fee if my laborious toiles, If all my care, if all my greeuous wounds, If all my diligence were well imploid.
160 Corin. When fir ft I followed thee & thine (braue I hazarded my life and deareft blood, (king)
To purchace fauour at your princely hands, And for the fame in daungerous attempts In fundry conflicts and in diuers broiles, I fhewd the courage of my manly mind, For this I combated with Gathelus^ The brother to Goffarius of Gaule,
For
'-
the eldefljonne to King Brutus. For this I fought with furious Gogmagog, A fauage captaine of a fauage crew, And for thefe deeds braue Cornwale I receiu'd, i7o
A gratefull gift giuen by a gratious King, And for this gift, this life and deareft blood, Will Corineus fpend for Brutus good.
Deb. And what my frend braue prince hath voud The fame wil Debon do vnto his end. (to you,
. Bru. Then loyall peeres fmce you are all agreed, And refolute to follow Brutus hoafts, Fauour my fonnes, fauour thefe Orphans Lords, And fhield them from the daungers of their foes, Locrine the columne of my familie, 180
And onely piller of my weakned age. ■Latrine draw neare, draw neare vnto thy fire, And take thy lateft blefsings at his hands, And for thou art the eldeft of my fonnes, Be thou a captaine to thy bretheren, And imitate thy aged fathers fteps, Which will conduct thee to true honors gate, For if thou follow facred vertues lore, Thou fhalt be crowned with a lawrell braunch, And weare a wreath of fempiternall fame, i9o
Sorted amongft the glorious happie ones.
Locrin. If Locrine do not follow your aduife, And beare himfelfe in all things like a prince That feekes to amplifie the great renowne Left vnto him for an inheritage By thofe that were his anceftors, Let me be flung into the Ocean, And fwallowed in the bowels of the earth.
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine^ Or let the ruddie lightning of great hue, zoo Defcend vpon this my deuolted head.
Brutus taking Guendoline by the hand. But for I fee you all to be in doubt, who fhall be matched with our royall fonne, Locrine receiue this prefent at my hand, A gift: more rich then are the wealthie mines Found in the bowels of America^ Thou fhalt be fpoufed to faire Guendoline, Loue her, and take her, for fhe is thine owne, If fo thy vnckle and her felfe do pleafe. no Corin. And herein how your highnes honors me It cannot be in my fpeech expreft, For carefull parents glorie not fo much At their honour and promotion, As for to fee the iflue of their blood Seated in honor and profperitie.
Guend. And far be it from my may dens thoughts To contradict her aged fathers will, Therefore fince he to whom I muft obey Hath giuen me now vnto your royall felfe, noI will not ftand aloofe from off the lure, Like craftie dames that moft of all deny That, which they moft defire to poflefle. Brutus turning to Locrine.
Locrine kneeling. Then now my fonne thy part is on the ftage, For thou muft beare the perfon of a King.
Puts the Crowne on his head. Locrine ftand vp, and weare the regal I Crowne, And thinke vpon the ftate of Maieftie,
That
the eldest Jonne of King Brutus. That thou with honor well maift weare the crown, 130 And if thou tendreft thefe my lateft words, As thou requirft my foule to be at reft, As thou deSreft thine owne fecuritie, Cherifh and loue thy new betrothed wife.
Locrin. No longer let me wel enioy the crowne, Then I do peerlefle Guendoline.
Brut. Camber. . Cam. My Lord.
Brut. The glorie of mine age, And darling of thy mother lunoger, z4o
Take thou the South for thy dominion, From thee there (hall profeed a royall race, That fhall maintaine the honor of this land, That fway the regall fcepter with their hands.
Turning to Albanact. And Albanact thy fathers onely ioy, Yoongft in yeares, but not the yoongft in mind, A perfect patterne of all chiualrie, Take thou the North for thy dominion, A country full of hills and ragged rockes, ijo
Replenifhed with fearce vn tamed beafts, As correfpondent to thy martiall thoughts, Liue long my fbnnes with endlefle happinefle, And beare firme concordance amongft your felues, Obey the counfels of thefe fathers graue, That you may better beare out violence, But fuddeinly through weaknefle of my age, And the defect of youthfull puiflance, My maladie increafeth more and more, And cruell death haltneth his quickned pace, 160
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine To difpofleffe me of my earthly fhape, Mine eies wax dimme, ouercaft with clouds of age, The pangs of death compafle my crazed bones, Thus to you all my blefsings I bequeath, And with my blefsings, this my fleeting foule. My glaffe is runne, and all my miferies Do end with life : death clofeth vp mine eies, My foule in hafte flies to the Elifian fields.
He dieth.
170 Loc. Accurfed ftarres, damd and accurfed ftarres, To abreuiate my noble fathers life, Hard-harted gods, and too enuious fates, Thus to cut off my fathers fatall thred, Brutus that was a glorie to vs all, Brutus that was a terror to his foes, Alafle too foone by Demagorgons knife, The martiall Brutus is bereft of life. No fad complaints may moue iuft Lacus.
Corin. No dreadfull threats can feare iudge Rho-
180 Wert thou as ftrong as mightie Hercules, (domanth. That tamde the hugie monfters of the world, Plaid ft thou as fweet, on the fweet founding lute, As did the fpoufe of faire Euridies, That did enchant the waters with his noife, And made ftones, birds, and beafts, to lead a dance, Conftraind the hillie trees to follow him, Thou couldft not moue the iudge of Crebus, Nor moue compafsion in grimme Plutos heart, For fatall Mors expecteth all the world,
i9o And euerie man muft tread the way of death, Braue Tantalus the valiant Pelops fire,
Gueft
the eldest fonne of King Brutus. Gueft to the gods, fuffred vntimely death, And old Fleithonus husband to the morne, And eke grim Minos whom iuft lupiter Deignd to admit vnto his facrifice, The thundring trumpets of blood-thirftie Mars. The fearfull rage of fell Tijiphone. The boiftrous waues of humid Ocean, Are inftruments and tooles of difmall death. Then noble coufin ceafe to mourne his chaunce, 300 Whofe age & yeares were iignes that he fhuld die. It refteth now that we interre his bones, That was a terror to his enemies. Take vp the coarfe, and princes hold him dead, Who while he liu'd, vpheld the Troy an ftate. •*" Sound drums and trumpets, march to Troinouant, There to prouide our chieftaines funerall.
The first Act. Scene 3 . ^tct 1
Enter Strumbo aboue in a gowne, with inke and pa- sc' '" per in his hand, faying; 310
Strum. Either the foure elements, the feuen pla- nets and all the particuler ftarres of the pole Anta- ftick, are aduerfatiue againft me, or elfe I was begot- ten and borne in the wane of the Moone, when euerie thing as faith Lactantius in his fourth booke of Conftultations dooth fay, goeth afward. I mai- fters I, you may laugh, but I muft weepe; you may ioy, but I muft forrow; (heading fait teares from the watrie fountaines of my mofte daintie faire eies, along my comely and fmooth cheeks, in as 320
great
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine great plentie as the water runneth from the buc- kingtubbes, or red wine out of the hogs heads : for truft me gentlemen and my verie good friends, and fo foorth : the little god, nay the defperate god Cu- frity with one of his vengible birdbolts, hath fhot me vnto the heeie : fo not onlie, but alfo, oh fine phrafe, I burne, I burne, and I burne a, in loue, in loue, and in loue a, ah Stmmbo what haft thou feen, not Dina with the Afle Tom > Yea with thefe eies
330 thou haft feene her, and therefore pull them out : for they will worke thy bale. Ah Strumbo haft thou heard, not the voice of the Nightingale, but a voice fweeter then hers, yea with thefe eares haft thou heard them, and therefore cut them off, for they haue caufde thy forrow. Nay Strumbo kill thy felfe, drowne thy felfe, hang thy felfe, fterue thy felfe. Oh but then I fhall leaue my fweet heart. Oh my heart, Now pate for thy maifter, I will dite an aliquant loue-piftle to her, and then fhe hearing the grand
340 verbofitie of my fcripture, will loue me prefently.
Let him write a litie and then read. My penne is naught, gentlemen lend me a knife, I thinke the more hafte the worft fpeed.
Then write againe, and after read. So it is miftrefle Dorothie, and the fole eflence of my foule, that the little fparkles of affection kindled in me towards your fweet felfe, hath now increafed to a great flame, and will ere it be long confume my poore heart, except you with the pleafant water of
350 your fecret fountaine, quench the furious heate of the fame. Alafle I am a gentleman of good fame, and
name,
the eldest fonne of King Brutus. name, maiefticall, in parrell comely, in gate portlie. Let not therefore your gentle heart be fo hard as to defpife a proper tall yoong man of a handfome life, '' and by defpifing him, not onlie, but alfo to kill him. Thus expecting time and tide, I bid you farewell. Your feruant, Signior Strumbo.
Oh wit, Oh pate, O memorie, O hand, O incke, O paper. Well now I will fend it away. Trompart, Trompart, what a villaine is this > Why firra, come $60 when your maifter calls you. Trompart.
Trompart entring faith ; Anon fir.
Strumbo. Thou knoweft my prettie boy what a good maifter I haue bene to thee euer iince I tooke •-*■* thee into my feruice. * ~Trom. I fir.
Strum. And how I haue cherifhed thee alwaies, as if you had bene the fruit of my loines, flefh of my flefh, and bone of my bone ? 370
Trom. I iir.
Strum. Then fhew thy felfe herein a truftie fer- uant, and carrie this letter to miftrefle Dorothie, and tell her. . (Speaking in his eare.
Exit Trompart. Strum. Nay maifters you fhall fee a marriage by and by. But here fhe comes. Now muft I frame my amorous pafsions.
Enter Dorotbie and Trompart. Doro. Signior Strumbo, well met, I receiued your 380 letters by your man here, who told mee a pittifull ftorie of your anguifh, and fo vnderftanding your
C pafsions
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine pafsions were fo great, I came hither fpeedily.
Strum. Oh my fweet and pigfney, the fecunditie of my ingenie is not fo great, that may declare vnto you the forrowful fobs and broken fleeps, that I fuf- fred for your fake; and therefoie I defire you to re- ceiue me into your familiaritie.
For your loue doth lie^ 390 As neare and as nigh :
Vnto my heart within^ As mine eye to my nofey My legge vnto my hofe^ And my flesh vnto my skin.
Dor. Truly M. Strumbo, you fpeake too learned- ly for mee to vnderftand the drift of your mind, and therfore tell your tale in plaine termes, and leaue off your darke ridles.
Strum. Alafle miftrefle Dorothie this is my lucke, 400 that when I moft would, I cannot be vnderftood : fo that my great learning is an inconuenience vnto me. But to fpeake in plaine termes, I loue you mi- ftrefle Dorothie, if you like to accept me into your fa- miliaritie.
Dor. If this be all I am content.
Turning to the people.
Strum. Saift thou fo fweet wench, let me lick thy
toes. Farwell miftrefle. If any of you be in loue,pro-
uide ye a capcafe full of new coined wordes, and
410 then mall you foone haue the fuccado de labres^ and
fomething eife. (Exeunt.
The
the eldeft Jonne to King Brutus.
The first Act. Scene 4. -rf«z
Enter Locrine, Guendoline, Camber, Albanact, Corineus,'1 ' AJJaracus, Debon, Thrajimachus.
Locrine. Vncle and princes of braue Britany,
Since that our noble father is intombd,
As beft befeemd fo braue a prince as he,
If fo you pleafe, this day my loue and I,
Within the temple of Concordia,
Will folemnize our roiall marriage. 4*°
Thra. Right noble Lord, your fubiects euery one,
Mult needs obey your highnefle at commaund,
Efpecially in fuch a caufe as this, ^L- That much concerns your highnefle great content. , * ~Locr. Then frolick lordings to fair Concords wals,
Where we will pafle the day in knightly fports,
The night in dauncing and in figured maskes,
And offer to God Rifus all our fports.
Exeunt.
The 2. Act. Scene 1. ■*« **
sc. %
Enter Atey as before, after a litle lightning and thun- 43 dring, let there come forth this mow. Perfeus and Andromeda, hand in hand, and Cepheus aifo with fwords and targets. Then let there come out of an other doore, Phineus, all blacke in armour, with Aethiopians after him, driuing in Perfeus, and ha- uing taken away Andromeda, let them depart. Ate remaining, faying; Ate. Regit omnia numen.
C 2 When
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine, 440 When Perfeus married faire Andromeda, The onlie daughter of king Cepheus, He thought he had eftablifht well his Crowne, And that his kingdome mould for aie endure. But loe proud Phineus with a band of men, Contriu'd of fun-burnt Aethiopians : By force of armes the bride he tooke from him, And turnd their ioy into a floud of teares. So fares it with yoong Locrine and his loue, He thinkes this marriage tendeth to his weale, 4fo But this foule day, this foule accurfed day, Is the beginning of his miferies. Behold where Humber and his Scithians Approcheth nigh with all his warlike traine, I need not I, the fequel fhall declare, What tragicke chances fall out in this warre.
jict 11 The 2. Scene.
"' " Enter Humber, Hubba, Efirilo, Sega r, and their foul-
diers. Hum. At length the fnaile doth clime the higheft 4<*o Afcending vp the ftately caftle walls, (toPs>
At length the water with continuall drops, Doth penetrate the hardeft marble flone, At length we are arriued in Albion, Nor could the barbarous Dacian foueraigne, Nor yet the ruler of braue Belgia Staie vs from cutting ouer to this He, Whereas I heare a troope of Phrtgtans Vnder the conduct of Postumius lonne, Haue pitched vp lordly pauillions,
And
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the eldest Jonne of King Brutus. And hope to profper in this louely He : 470
But I will fruftrate all their foolifh hope, And teach them that the Scithian Emperour Leades fortune tied in a chaine of gold, Conftraining her to yeeld vnto his will, And grace him with their regall diademe: Which I will haue maugre their treble hoafts, And all the power their pettie kings can make.
Hubba. If fhe that rules faire Rhamnis golden gate Graunt vs the honour of the victorie, As hitherto fhe alwaies fauourd vs, 480
Right noble father, we will rule the land, Enthronized in feates of Topace ftones, That Locrine and his brethren all may know,
^ -None muft be king but Number and his fonne.
f-' ~*Hum. Courage my fonne, fortune mail fauour vs, And yeeld to vs the coronet of bay, That decketh none but noble conquerours : But what faith Estrild to thefe regions > How liketh fhe the temperature thereof, Are they not pleafant in her gratious eies ? 49°
Astr. The plaines my Lord garnifht with Floras And ouerfpred with party colored flowers, (weith Do yeeld fweet contentation to my mind, The aierie hills enclofd with fhadie groues, The groues replenifht with fweet chirping birds, The birds refounding heauenly melodie, Are equall to the groues of Tbejfalyy Where Pbabus with the learned Ladies nine, Delight themfelues with muficke harmonie, And from the moifture of the mountaine tops, * 00
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine The filent fprings daunce downe with murmuring And water al y ground with criftal waues, (ftreams, The gentle blalls of Eurus modeft winde, Mouing the pittering leaues of Siluanes woods, Do equall it with Tempes paradice, And thus comforted all to one effect, Do make me thinke thefe are the happie lies, Mod fortunate, if Number may them winne.
Hubba. Madam, where refolution leads the way, j io And courage followes with imboldened pace, Fortune can neuer vie her tyrannie, For valiantnefle is like vnto a rocke That ftandeth in the waues of Ocean, Which though the billowes beat on euery fide, And Borras fell with his tempeftuous ftormes, Bloweth vpon it with a hideous clamour, Yet it remaineth ftill vnmooueable.
Hum. Kingly refolu'd thou glorie of thy fire, But worth ie Segar what vncoth nouelties jzoBringft thou vnto our royall maieftie?
Seg. My Lord, the yoongeft of all Brutus fonnes, Stout Albanact, with millions of men, Approcheth nigh, and meaneth ere the morne, To trie your force by dint of fa tall fword.
Hum. Tut let him come with millions of hoftes, He fhall find entertainment good inough, Yea fit for thofe that are our enemies : For weell receiue them at the launces points, And maflaker their bodies with our blades : n° Yea though they were in number infinit, More then the mightie Babilonian queene,
Semiramts
the eldest fonne of King Brutus. Semiramts the ruler of the Weft, Brought gainft the Emperour of the Scithians, Yet would we not ftart back one foote from them : That they might know we are inuincible.
Hub. Now by great hue the fupreme king of hea- And the immortall gods that liue therein, (uen, When as the morning fhewes his chearfull face, And Lucifer mounted vpon his fteed, Brings in the chariot of the golden funne, y4o
He meet yoong Albanact in the open field, And crack my launce vpon his burganet, To trie the valour of his boyifh ftrength : There will I mew fuch ruthfull fpectacles And caufe fo great efrufion of blood, Z** That all his boyes fhall wonder at my ftrength : -As~when the warlike queene of Amazon, Penthi/ilea armed with her launce, Girt with a corflet of bright mining fteele, Coupt vp the fainthart Grecians in the campe. yyo
Hum. Spoke like a warlike knight my noble fon, Nay like a prince that feekes his fathers ioy, Therefore to morrow ere faire Titan mine, And bafhfull Eos meflenger of light : Expells the liquid lleep from out mens eyes, Thou malt conduct the right wing of the hofte, The left wing fhall be vnder Segars charge, The reareward fhall be vnder me my felfe, And louely Eflrild faire and gratious, If fortune fauour me in mine attempts, ^Q
Thou (halt be queene of louely Albion, Fortune fhall fauour me in mine attempts,
And
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine And make the Queene of louely Albion. Gome let vs in and mufter vp our traine, And furnifh vp our luftie fouldiers, That they may be a bullwarke to our ftate, And bring our wifhed ioyes to perfect end.
The 2. Scene.
sc. m Enter Strumbo, Dorothie, Trompart cobling fhooes
j 70 and finging.
Trum. We Coblers lead a merie life, AIL Dan, dan, dan, dan : Strum. Void of all ennie and of ftrife : All. Dan diddle dan. Dor. Our eafe is great, our labour fmall : All. Dan, dan, dan, dan. Strum. And yet our gaines be much withall : All. Dan diddle dan. Dor. With this art fo fine and faire : 580 All. Dan, dan, dan, dan.
Trum. No occupation may compare
All. Dan diddle dan:
Strum. For merie paftime and ioyfull glee :
Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor. Molt happie men we Coblers bee :
Dan diddle dan. Trnm. The can Hands full of nappie ale,
Dan: dan: dan: dan: Strum. In our fhop ftill withouten faile : j 90 Dan diddle dan.
Dor. This is our meate, this is our foode : Dan: dan: dan: dan:
Trum.
the eldest forme of King Brutus. Trum. This brings vs to a mery mood: 0 Dan didle dan. Strum. This makes vs worke for companie:
Dan, dan, dan, dan : Dor. To pull the tankards cheerfully :
Dan didle dan. Trum. Drinke to thy husband Dorothie,
Dan, dan, dan, dan : 600
Dor. Why then my Strumbo ther's to thee :
Dan didle dan: Strum. Drinke thou the reft Trumpart amaine :
Dan, dan, dan, dan. Dor. When that is gone weell filt againe, u Dan didle dan.
Cap. The pooreft ftate is fartheft from annoy, "How merily he litteth on his ftoole : But when he fees that needs he muft be preft, Heele turne his note and fing another tune, 610
Ho, by your leaue maifter Cobler :
Stru. You are welcom gentleman, what wil you any olde fhooes or buskins, or will you haue your fhooes clouted, I will do them as well as any Cobler in Cathues whatfoeuer ?
Captaine fhewing him prefle mony. O maifter Cobler you are farre deceiued in mee, for don you fee this ? I come not to buy any fhooes, but to buy your felfej come fir you muft be a fouldi- er in the kings caufe. 610
Strum. Why but heare you fir, has your king a- ny commifsion to take any man againft his will. I promife you I can fcant beleeue it, or did hee giue
D you
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine you commifsion >
Cap. O fir, ye necde not care for that5 1 neede no commifsion : hold here, I command you in the name of our king Albanact^ to appeare to morrow in the towne-houfe of Cathnes.
Strum. King Nactabell, I crie God mercy, what 630 haue we to doo with him, or he with vs > but you fir mafter capoutaile, draw your paftebourd, or elfe I promife you, He giue you a canuafado with a bafti- nano ouer your moulders, and teach you to come hither with your implements.
Cap. I pray thee good fellow be content, I do the kings commaund.
Strum. Put me out of your booke then.
Cap. I may not.
Strumbo fnatching vp a ftaffe. 640 No will, come fir will your ftomacke ferue you, by gogs blew hood and halidom, I will haue about with you.
Fight both. Enter Thrafimachus. How now, what noyfe, what fodain clamors this ? How now, my captain and the cobler fo hard at it ? Sirs what is your quarrell >
Cap. Nothing fir, but that he will not take prefle
(mony. 6$o Thra. Here good fellow take it at my command, Vnlefle you meane to be ftretcht.
Strum. Truly mafter gentleman, I lacke no mony, if you pleafe I will refigne it to one of thefe poore
fellowes.
the eldest fonne of King Brutus. fellowes.
Thrafi. No fuch matter, Looke you be at the common houfe to morrow.
Exit Thrafimachus and the captaine.
Strum. O wife I haue fpunne a faire thredde, if I had bene quiet, I had not bene preft, and therefore well may I wayment ; But come firrha fhut vp, for 660 we muft to the warres.
Exeunt. The 4. Scene. ■*« 1*
SC. ITJ
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Enter Albanact, Deb on, Thrafimachus, and the Lords.
Alba. Braue cauileres, princes of Albany, • Whofe trenchant blades with our deceafed lire, Pafsing the frontiers of braue Grcecia, Were bathed in our enemies lukewarme blood, Now is the time to manifeft your wills, 670
Your hautie mindes and refolutions, Now opportunitie is ofrred To trie your courage and your earneft zeale, Which you alwaies proteft to Albanact, For at this time, yea at this prefent time, Stout fugitiues come from the Scithians bounds Haue peftred euerie place with mutinies : But truft me Lordings I will neuer ceafe To perfecute the rafcall runnagates, Till all the riuers ftained with their blood, 680
Shall fully mew their fatall ouerthrow.
D 2 Debon.
The lamentable T rage die of Locrine
Deb. So fhal your highnes merit great renowne, And imitate your aged fathers fteppes. (plaines ?
Alba. But tell me coufin, camft thou through the And fawft thou there the faint heart fugitiues Muftring their weather-beaten fouldiers, What order keep they in their marfhalling?
Thra. After we paft the groues of Caledone, Where murmuring riuers Aide with filent ftreames 69o We did behold the ftragling Scithians campe, Repleat with men, ftorde with munition ; There might we fee the valiant minded knights Fetching carriers along the fpatious plaines, Humber and Hubba arm'd in azure blew, Mounted vpon their courfers white as fnow, Went to behold the pleafant flowring fields ; Hector and Troialus^ Priamus louely fonnes, Chafing the Grecians ouer Simoeis^ Were not to be compared to thefe two knights. 700 Jlba. Well haft thou painted out in eloquence The portraiture of Humber and his fonne ; As fortunate as was Volt crates^ Yet mould they not efcape our conquering fwords, Or boaft of ought but of our clemencie.
Enter Strumbo and Trompart, crying often ; Wilde fire and pitch, wilde fire and pitch, &c.
Thra. What firs what mean you by thefe clamors Thofe outcries raifed in our {lately court > (made,
Strum. Wilde fire and pitch, wilde fire and pitch. 7 10 Thra. Villaines I fay, tell vs the caufe hereof?
Strum. Wilde fire and pitch, &c. (noife,
Thra. Tell me you villaines, why you make this
Or
the eldeft fonne to King Brutus. Or with my launce I will prick your bowels out. s.Al. Where are your houfes, wher's your dwelling
(place ? Strum. Place, Ha, ha, ha, laugh, a moneth and a day at him ; place, I cry God mercy, why doo you think that fuch poore honeft me as we be, hold our habitacles in kings pallaces : Ha? ha, ha. But becaufe you feeme to be an abhominable chieftaine, I wil tel 7*o you our ftate.
From the top to the toe, From the head to the fhoe ; From the beginning to the ending, From the building to the burning.
^-This honeft fellow and I had our manfion cot- tage in the fuburbes of this citie,hard by the temple of Mercury. And by the common fouldiers of the Shitens, the Scithians ; what do you call them ? with all the fiiburbes were burnt to the ground, and the 730 afhes are left there, for the countrie wiues to wafh buckes withall. And that which greeues me moft, my louing wife, O cruell ftrife 5 the wicked flames did roaft.
And therefore captaine cruft,
We will continuallie crie,
Except you feeke a remedie
Our houfes to redifie
Which now are burnt to dull.
Both cry ; Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch. 740
D 3 Ma.
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Alba. Well we muft remedie thefe outrages, And throw reuenge vpon their hatefull heads, And you good fellowes for your houfes burnt, We will remunerate you ftore of gold, And build your houfes by our pallace gate.
Strumbo. Gate, O pettie treafon to my perfon, no where elfe but by your backiide ; gate, oh how I am vexed in my coller; gate, I crie God mercie, doo you hear mailer king? If you mean to gratifie fuch poore 7 jo men as we bee, you muft build our houfes by the Tauerne.
Alba. It mail be done fir.
Strum. Neare the Tauerne, I by ladie fir it was fpoken like a good fellow. Do you heare fir, when our houfe is builded, if you do chance to pafle or re- pafle that way, we will beftowe a quart of the beft wine vpon you ?
Exit. Alb. It greeues me lordings that my fubiects goods 760 Should thus be fpoiled by the Scithians, Who as you fee with lightfoote forragers Depopulate the places where they come, But curfed Hnmber thou fhalt rue the day That ere thou camft vnto Cathuejia.
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fC- V Enter Humber^ Hubba^ Segary Trufsier, and
their fouldiers. Hum. Hubba, go take a coronet of our horfe 770 As many launciers, and light armed knights As may fuffice for fuch an enterprife,
And
the eldefl fonne of King Brutus. And place them in the groue of Caledon, With thefe, when as the skirmifh doth encreafe Retire thou from the fheltiers of the wood, And fet vpon the weakened Troians backs, For pollicie ioyned with chiualrie Can neuer be put back from victorie.
Exit. Albanact enter and fay, clownes with him.
Thou bafe borne Hunne, how durft thou be fo bold 780 As once to menace warlike Albanact ? The great commander of thefe regions, But thou (halt buy thy rafhnefle with thy death, And rue too late thy ouer bold attempts, Zr For with this fword this inftrument of death, * That hath bene drenched in my foe-mens blood, He feparate thy bodie from thy head, And fet that coward blood of thine abroach.
Strum. Nay with this ftaffe great Strumbos inftru- Ile crack thy cockscome paltry Scithian. (ment, 790
Hum. Nor wreake I of thy threats thou princox Nor do I feare thy foolifh infolencie, (boy,
And but thou better vfe thy bragging blade, Then thou doeft rule thy ouerflowing toong, Superbious Brittaine, thou malt know too fbone The force of Humber and his Scithians.
Let them fight. Humber and his fouldiers runne in.
Strum. O horrible, terrible. 799
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine
^ct ii The fixt Act.
sc-vt Sound the alarme.
Enter Humber and his fouldiers. Hum. How brauely this yoong Brittain Albanact Darteth abroad the thunderbolts of warre, Beating downe millions with his furious moode ; And in his glorie triumphs ouer all, Mouing the mafsie f "quadrants of the ground ; Heape hills on hills, to fcale the flame skie, When Briareus armed with an hundreth hands 810 Floong forth an hundreth mountains at great Iouey And when the monftrous giant Monichus Hurld mount Olimpus at great Mars his targe, And (hot huge casdars at Mineruas fhield ; How doth he ouerlooke with hautie front My fleeting hoftes, and lifts his loftie face Againft vs all that now do feare his force, Like as we fee the wrathfull fea from farre In a great mountaine heapt with hideous noife With thoufand billowes beat againft the mips, 810 And tofle them in the waues like tennis balls.
Sound the alarme. Humb. Ay me, I feare my Hubba is furprifde.
Sound againe ; Enter Albanact. Alba. Follow me fouldiers, follow Albanact ; Purfue the Scithians flying through the field : Let none of them efcape with victorie : That they may know the Brittains force is more Then al the power of the trembling Hunnes. (chafe, Thra. Forward braue fouldiers, forward keep the
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the eldest fonne to King Brutus. He that takes captiue Humber or his fonne, 830
Shall be rewarded with a crowne of gold.
Sound alarme, then let them fight, Humber giue backe, Hubba enter at their backs, and kill Debon, let Strumbo fall downe, Albanact run in, and afterwards enter wounded.
Alba. Iniurious fortune halt thou croft me thus? Thus in the morning of my victories, .Thus in the prime of my felicitie To cut me off by fuch hard ouerthrow ; Hadft thou no time thy rancor to declare, 840
But in the fpring of all my dignities? Hadft thou no place to fpit thy venome out But on the perfon of yoong Albanact} Tthat ere while did fcare mine enemies, And droue them almoft to a fhamefull flight, I that ere while full lion-like did fare Amongft the dangers of the thick throngd pikes, Muft now depart mod lamentably flaine By Humbers trecheries and fortunes fpights : Curft be their charms, damned be her curfed charms 850 That doth delude the waiward harts of men, Of men that truft vnto her fickle wheele, Which neuer leaueth turning vpfide downe. O gods, O heauens, allot me but the place Where I may finde her hatefull man Hon, He pafle the Alpes to watry Meroe^ Where fierie Fhaobus in his charriot The wheels wherof are dect with Emeraldes, Caft fuch a heate, yea fuch a fcorching heate, And fpoileth Flora of her checquered gralfe, 860
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine He ouerrun the mountaine Cancufus^ Where fell Chimcera in her triple fhape Rolleth hot flames from out her monftrous panch, Scaring the beafts with iflue of her gorge, He palfe the frozen Zone where yfie flakes Stopping the paflage of the fleeting fhippes Do lie, like mountaines in the congeald fea, Where if I finde that hatefull houfe of hers, He pull the fickle wheele from out her hands,
870 And tie her felfe in euerlafting bands : But all in vaine I breath thefe threatnings, The day is loft, the Hunnes are conquerors, Debon is flaine, my men are done to death, The currents fwift, fwimme violently with blood, And laft, O that this laft night fo long laft, My felfe with woundes paft all recouery, Muft leaue my crowne for Humber to poflefle.
Strum. Lord haue mercy vpon vs, mafters I think this is a holie day, euerie man lies fleeping in the
880 fields, but God knowes full fore againft their wills. Thra. Flie noble Albanact and faue thy felfe, The Scithians follow with great celeritie, And ther's no way but fight, or fpeedie death, Flie noble Albanact and faue thy felfe.
Sound the alarme. Alba. Nay let them flie that feare to die the death That tremble at the name of fatall mors, Neu'r fhall proud Humber boaft or brag himfelfe That he hath put yoong Albanact to flight,
890 And leaft he mould triumph at my decay, This fword fhall reaue his maifter of his life,
That
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the eldest Jonne to King Brutus. That oft hath fau'd his maifters doubtfull life : But oh my brethren if you care for me, Reuenge my death vpon his traiterous head.
Et vos quels domus ect nigrantis regia ditis. Qui regitis rigidofligios moderamine lucos : Nox ceeci regina poll furialis Erinnis Diique deceque omnes Albanum tolltte regem Tollite flumineis vndis rigidaque palude Nunc me fata vocant, hoc condam pectore ferrum. 900
Thruft himfelfe through.
Enter Trompart. O what hath he don, his nofe bleeds? but oh I fmel a Looke where my maifter lies, matter, mailer, (foxe, - Strum. Let me alone I tell thee, for I am dead Trum. Yet one, good, good, mafter. Strum. I will not fpeake, for I am dead I tel thee. Trum. And is my mafter dead ? O flicks and ftones, brickbats and bones,
and is my mafter dead ? 910
O you cockatrices and you bablatrices,
that in the woods dwell : You briers and brambles, you cookes fhoppes and come howle and yell. (lhambles,
With howling & fcreeking, with wailing and wee- come you to lament. (Pmg> O Colliers of Croyden, and rufticks of Royden,
and fifhers 01 Kent. For Strumbo the cobler, the fine mery cobler
of Cathnes towne : 910
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine At this fame ftoure, at this very houre
lies dead on the ground. O maifter, theeues, theeues, theeues.
Strum. Where be they ? cox me tunny, bobekin let me be rifing, be gone, we fhall be robde by and by. [Exeunt.
.An ii The 8. Act.
sc. vii Enter Humber, Hubba, Segary Thrafsiery Estrild^
and the fouldiers.
930 Hum. Thus from the dreadful fhocks of furious Thundring alarmes, and Rhamnujias drum (Mars We are retyred with ioyfull victorie, The flaughtered Troians fqueltring in their blood, Infect the aire with their carcafles, And are a praie for euerie rauenous bird.
Estrild. So perilh they that are our enemies. So perifh they that loue not Humbers weale. And mightie loue commander of the world, Protect my loue from all falfe trecheries.
94o Hum. Thanks louely Estrild^ folace to my foule. But valiant Hubba for thy chiualrie Declarde againft the men of Albany^ Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay, As a reward for thy forward minde.
Set it on his head. Hub. This vnexpected honor noble fire, Will prick my courage vnto brauer deeds, And caufe me to attempt fuch hard exploits, That all the world fhall found of Hubbaes name.
Hum.
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the eldefl Jonne to King Brutus. Hum. And now braue fouldiers for this good fuc- 950 Garoufe whole cups of Amazonian wine, (cefle,
Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrofia, And caft away the clods of curfed care, With goblets crownd with Semeleius gifts, Now let vs martch to Abis filuer ftreames That clearly glide along the Champane fields, And moift the grafsie meades with humid drops. Sound drummes & trumpets, found vp cheerfully, Sith we returne with ioy and victorie. 919
The 3. Act Scene 1. jict 111
Enter Ate as before. The dumb fhow. A Crocadile sc- * fitting on a riuers banke, and a little Snake flin- ging it. Then let both of them fall into the wa- ter. Ate. Scelero in authorem cadunt. High on a banke by Nilus boyftrous ftreames, Fearfully fat the Aegiptian Crocodile, Dreadfully grinding in her fharpe long teethe, The broken bowels of a filly fifh, His back was armde againft the dint of fpeare, 970 With ftiields of brafle that fhind like burnifht gold And as he ftretched forth his cruell pawes, A fubtill Adder creeping clofely neare Thrufting his forked fting into his clawes, Priuily fhead his poifon through his bones Which made him fwel that there his bowels burft, That did fo much in his owne greatnefle truft. So Humber hauing conquered Albanact, Doth yeeld his glorie vnto Locrines fword.
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine 980 Marke what enfues and you may eafily fee, That all our life is but a Tragedie.
yia in The 2. Scene.
sc- " Enter Locrine, Guendoline,Corineus, Affaracus,
Thrafimachus, Camber.
Locrine. And is this true, is Albanactus flaine ? Hath curfed Humber with his ftragling hofte With that his armie made of mungrell curres, Brought our redoubted brother to his end. O that I had the Thracian Orpheus harpe 990 For to awake out of the infernall (hade Thofe ougly diuels of black Erebus, That might torment the damned traitors foule : O that I had Amphions inftrument To quicken with his vitall notes and tunes The flintie ioynts of euerie ftonie rocke, By which the Scithians might be punifhed, For by the lightening of almightie Ioue The Hunne mail die, had he ten thoufand liues : And would to God he had ten thoufand liues, 1000 That I might with the arme-ftrong Hercules Crop off fo vile an Hidras hifsing heads, But fay me coufen, for I long to heare How Albanact came by vntimely death ?
Thrafi. After the traitrous hoaft of Scithians, Entred the field with martiall equipage Yoong Albanact impatient of delaie Ledde forth his armie gainft the ftragling mates, Whofe multitude did daunt our fouldiers mindes,
Yet
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the eldefl fonne to King Brutus. Yet nothing could difmay the forward prince, But with a courage molt heroicall ioio
Like to a lion mongft a flock of lambes Made hauocke of the faintheart fugitiues, Hewing a paflage through them with his fword, Yea we had almoft giuen them the repulfe When fuddeinly from out the filent wood Hubba with twentie thoufand fouldiers .Cowardly came vpon our weakened backes, And murthered all with fatall maflacre, Amongft the which old Debon martiall knight, With many wounds was brought vnto the death. 1020 And Albanact oppreft with multitude Whilft valiantly he feld his enemies Yeelded his life and honour to the duft, -He being dead, the fouldiers fled amaine, And I alone efcaped them by flight, To bring you tidings of thefe accidents.
Locr. Not aged Priam King of ftately Troy, Graund Emperour of barbarous AJia, When he beheld his noble minded fonnes Slaine traiteroufly by all the Mermidons, 1030
Lamented more then I for Albanact.
Guen. Not Hecuba the queene of Ilium When me beheld the towne of Pergamus, Her pallace burnt, with all deuourmg flames, Her fif tie fonnes and daughters frefh of hue, Murthred by wicked Pirrhus bloodie fword, Shed fuch fad teares as 1 for Albanact.
Cam. The griefe of Niobe faire Athens queene, For her feuen fonnes magnanimious in field,
For
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine
1040 For her feuen daughters fairer then the faireft, Is not to be comparde with my laments.
Cor. In vain you forow for the flaughtred prince, In vain you forrow for his ouerthrow, He loues not moft that doth lament the molt, But he that feekes to venge the iniurie. Thinke you to quell the enemies warlike traine, With childifh fobs and womannifh laments ? Vnfheath your fwords, vnfheath your conquering And feek reuenge, the comfort for this lore,(fword,
10 jo In Cornwall where I hold my regiment
Euen iuft tenne thoufand valiant men at armes Hath Corineus readie at commaund : All thefe and more, if need mail more require, Hath Corrineus readie at commaund.
Cam. And in the fields of martial! Cambria^ Clofe by the boyftrous Ifcans iiluer ftreames, Where lightfoote faires fkip from banke to banke, Full twentie thoufand braue couragious knights Well exercifde in feates of chiualrie,
1060 In manly maner moft inuincible,
Yoong Camber hath with gold and victuall, All thefe and more, if need mall more require, I offer vp to venge my brothers death.
Loc. Thanks louing vncle and good brother too, For this reuenge, for this fweete word reuenge Muft eafe and ceafe thy wrongfull iniuries, And by the fword of bloodie Mars I fweare, Nere mail fweete quiet enter this my front, Till I be venged on his traiterous head
1070 That flew my noble brother Jlbanact.
Sound
the eldest fonne to King Brutus. Sound drummes and trumpets, muiter vp the camp, For we will ftraight march to Albania.
Exeunt. The 3. Scene. ^a 111
sc. ;;;
Enter Humber, Eftrild, Hubba, Trufsier, and the fouldiers.
Hum. Thus are we come victorious conquerors Vnto the flowing currents filuer ftreames Which in memoriall of our victorie, Shall be agnominated by our name, I08o
And talked of by our pofteritie : For fure I hope before the golden funne V- ' Pofteth his horfes to faire Thetis plaines, ^To fee the waters turned into blood, And chaunge his blewifh hue to rufull red, By reafon of the fatall maflacre Which fhall be made vpon the virent plaines.
Enter the ghoaft of Almanact. See how the traitor doth prefage his harme, See how he glories at his owne decay, 1090
See how he triumphs at his proper lofle, O fortune vilde, vnftable, fickle, fraile.
Hum. Me thinkes I fee both armies in the field, The broken launces clime the criftall fkies, Some headlefle lie, fome breathlefle on the ground, Anb euery place is ftraw'd with carcafTes, Behold the grafle hath loft his pleafant greene, The fweeteft fight that euer might be feene.
Ghofi. I traiterous Humber, thou fhalt find it fo,
F Yea
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine
iroo Yea to thy coft thou fhalt the fame behold, With anguifh, forrow, and with fad laments, The grafsie plaines that now do pleafe thine eies, Shall ere the night be coloured all with blood, The fhadie groues which now indole thy campe And yeeld fweet fauours to thy damned corps, Shall ere the night be figured all with blood, The profound ftreame that pafleth by thy tents, And with his moifture ferueth all thy campe, Shall ere the night conuerted be to blood,
ri io Yea with the blood of thofe thy ftragling boyes, For now reuenge fhall eafe my lingring griefe, And now reuenge mail glut my longing foule.
Hub. Let come what wil, I meane to beare it out, And either liue with glorious victorie, Or die with fame renowmed for chiualrie, He is not worthie of the honie combe That fhuns the hiues becaufe the bees haue ftings, That likes me beft that is not got with eafe, Which thoufand daungers do accompany,
i no For nothing can difmay our regall minde, Which aimes at nothing but a golden crowne, The only vpfhot of mine enterprifes, Were they inchanted in grimme Plutos court, And kept for treafure mongft his hellifh crue, I would either quell the triple Cerberus And all the armie of his hatefull hags, Or roll the ftone with wretched Sifiphon.
Hum. Right martiall be thy thoughts my noble And all thy words fauour of chiualrie, (fonne,
1130 But warlike Segar what ftrange accidents
Makes
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the eldest forme to King Brutus. Makes you to leaue the warding of the campe.
Segar. To armes my Lord, to honourable armes, Take helme and targe in hand the Brittaines come, With greater multitude then erft the Greekes Brought to the ports of Phrigian Tenidos.
Hum. But what faith Segar to thefe accidents ? What counfell giues he in extremities ?
Seg. Why this my Lord experience teacheth vs, That refolution is a fole helpe at need. And this my Lord our honour teacheth vs, 114°
That we be bold in euerie enterprife, Then fince there is no way but fight or die, Be reiolute my Lord for victorie.
Hum. And refolute Segar I meane to be, Perhaps fome bliffull ftarre will fauour vs, ?Tnd comfort bring to our perplexed ftate : Come let vs in and fortifie our campe, So to withftand their ftrong inuafion.
Exeunt. 1149
The 4 . Scene. yjct 211
Enter Strumbo, Trumpart, Oliuer, and his fonne «. fo William following them.
Strum. Nay neighbour Oliuer^ if you be fo whot, come prepare your felfe, you mall finde two as ftout fellowes of vs, as any in all the North.
Oliu. No by my dorth neighbor Strumbo, Ich zee dat you are a man of fmall zideration, dat wil zeek to iniure your olde vreendes, one of your vamiliar guefts, and derefore zeeing your pinion is to deale
F 2 withouten
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine 1160 withouten reazon,iche and my zonne VViUiamwdl take dat courfe, dat fhall be fardeft vrom reafon, how zay you, will you haue my daughter or no ?
Strum. A verie hard queftion neighbour, but I will folue it as I may ; what reafon haue you to de- maund it of me ?
Wil. Marry iir, what reafon had you when my filler was in the barne to tumble her vpon the haie, and to fifh her belly.
Strum. Mas thou faift true, well, but would you 1170 haue me marry her therefore ? No I fcorne her, and you, and you. I, I fcorne you all.
Oliu. You will not haue her then ?
Strum. No as I am a true gentleman.
Wil. Then wil we fchoole you, ere you and we part hence.
Enter Margerie and fnatch the ftaffe out of her bro- thers hand, as he is righting.
Strum. I you come in pudding time, or elfe I had dreft them. 1 180 Mar. You matter faufebox, lobcock, cockscomb, you flopfauce, lickfingers, will you not heare ?
Strum. Who fpeake you too, me ?
Mar. I fir to you, John lackhoneftie, little wit, is it you that will haue none of me ?
Strum. No by my troth, miftrefle nicebice, how fine you ca nickname me, I think you were broght vp in the vniuerfitie of bridewell, you haue your rhetorick fo ready at your toongs end, as if you were
neuer
the eldefl fonne to King Brutus. neuer well warned when your were yoong.
-Mar. Why then goodman cods-head, if you wil "90 haue none of me, farewell. •
Strum. If you be fo plaine miftrelTe drigle dragle, fare you well.
Mar. Nay mafter Strumbo, ere you go from hence we mult haue more words, you will haue none of me?
They both fight. Strum. Oh my head, my head, leaue, leaue, leaue, I will, I will, I will.
Mar. Vpon that condition I let thee alone. noo
Oliu. How now mafter Strumbo, hath my daugh- ter taught you a new leflbn ? V-- 'Strum. I but heare you goodman Oliuer> it will "'riot bee for my eafe to haue my head broken euerie day, therefore remedie this and we fhall agree.
Oli. Well zonne well, for you are my zonne now, all fhall be remedied, daughter be friends with him.
Shake hands. Strum. You are a fweet nut, the diuel crack you. Maifters I thinke it be my lucke, my firft wife was a mo louing quiet wench, but this I thinke would weary the diuell. I would fhe might be burnt as my other wife was. If not, I mult runne to the halter for help. O codpeece thou haft done thy maifter, this it is to be medling with warme plackets.
Exeunt.
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine
.Act in The j. Scene.
Enter Locrine^ Camber •, Corineus^ Thrajimachus^
Ajfarachus.
mo Loc. Now am I garded with an hofte of men, VVhofe hautie courage is inuincible, Now am I hembde with troupes of fouldiers, Such as might force Bellona to retire, And make her tremble at their puirfance, Now fit I like the mightie god of warre, When armed with his coat of Adament, Mounted his charriot drawne with mighty bulls, He droue the Argiues ouer Xanthus ftreames. Now curfed Number doth thy end draw nie,
1130 Downe goes the glorie of his victories, And all his fame, and all his high renowne Shall in a moment yeeld to Locrine s fword, Thy bragging banners croft with argent ftreames, The ornaments of thy pauillions Shall all be captiuated with this hand, And thou thy felfe at Albanactus tombe Shalt ofFred be in fatiffaction Of all the wrongs thou didft him when he liu'd. But canft thou tell me braue Thrajimachus^
1140 How farre we are diftant from Humbers campe?
Thra. My Lord, within your foule accurfed groue That beares the tokens of our ouerthrow, This Humber hath intrencht his damned campe. March on my Lord, becaufe I long to fee The trecherous Scithians fqueltring in their gore.
Locrine.
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the eldefi fonne to King Brutus.
Locri. Sweet fortune fauour Locrine with a fmile, That I may venge my noble brothers death, And in the midft of ftately Troinonant, He build a temple to thy deitie
Of perfect marble and of Iacinthe ftones, njo
That it mail pafle the high Pyramides Which with their top furmount the firmament.
Cam. The armeftrong offpring of the doubted Stout Hercules Alcmenas mightie fonne, (knight,
That tamde the monfters of the threefold world, And rid the opprelled from the tyrants yokes, Did neuer mew fuch valiantnefle in fight, As I will now for noble Albanact.
-Cori. Full foure fcore yeares hath Corineus liu'd, Sometime in warre, fometime in quiet peace, ntfo
And yet I feele my felfe to be as ftrong As erft I was in fommer of mine age, Able to tofle this great vnwildie club Which hath bin painted with my foemens brains, And with this club ile breake the ftrong arraie Of Humber and his ftragling fouldiers, Or loofe my life amongft the thickeft preafe, And die with honour in my lateft daies, Yet ere I die they all fhall vnderftand What force lies in ftout Corineus hand. 1170
Thra. And if Thrajimachus detract the fight, Either for weaknefle or for cowardife, Let him not boaft that Brutus was his eame, Or that braue Corineus was his lire.
Loc. Then courage fouldiers, firft for your fa fetie, Next for your peace, lait for your victory. [Exeunt.
Sound
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine ^ict in Sound the alarme.
Enter Hubba and Segar at one doore, and Corineus at the other. iz8o Cori. Art thou that Humber prince of fugitiues, That by thy treafon flewft yoong Albanact}
Hub. I am his fonne that flew yoong Albanact^ And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian, He fend thy fbule vnto the Stigian lake, There to complaine of Humbert iniuries.
Cori. You triumph fir before the victorie, For Corineus is not fo foone flaine. But curfed Scithians you fhall rue the day That ere you came into Albania. 1190 So perifh that they enuie Brittaines wealth, So let them die with endlefle infamie, And he that feekes his foueraignes ouerthrow, Would this my club might aggrauate his woe. Strikes them both downe with his club. Enter Humber. Where may I finde fome defart wildernefle, Where I may breath out curfes as I would, And fcare the earth with my condemning voice, Where euerie ecchoes repercufsion 1300 May helpe me to bewaile mine ouerthrow, And aide me in my forrowfull laments > Where may- 1 finde fbme hollow vncoth rocke, Where I may damne, condemne and ban my fill, The heauens, the hell, the earth, the aire, the fire, And vtter curfes to the concaue fkie, Which may infect the aiery regions, And light vpon the Brittain Locrines head ?
You
the eldest fonne to King Brutus. You vgly fprites that in Cocitus mourne, And gnafh your teeth with dolorous laments, Yea fearfull dogs that in black Lee the howle, 13 10
And fcare the ghoafts with your wide open throats, You vgly ghoafts that flying from thefe dogs, Do plunge your felues in Puryflegiton^ Come all of you, and with your fhriking notes Accompaie the Brittaines conquering hoaft. Come fierce Erinnis horrible with fnakes, Come vgly Furies, armed with your whippes, You threefold iudges of black Tartarus , And all the armie of you hellifh fiends, With new found tormets rack proud Locrins bones 1320 Ogods, and ftarres, damned be the gods & ftarres
" That did not drowne me in faire Thetis plaines.
* Curft be the fea that with outragious waues With furging billowes did not riue my fhippes Againft the rocks of high Cerannia^ Or fwallowed me into her watrie gulfe, Would God we had arriu'd vpon the more Where Poliphlemus and the Cyclops dwell, Or where the bloodie Anthropomphagie With greedie iawes deuours the wandring wights, 1330
Enter the ghoaft of Alhanact. But why comes Albanacts bloodie ghoaft, To bring a corfiue to our miferies ? Ift not inough to fuffer fhamefull flight, But we mult be tormented now with ghoafts, With apparitions fearfull to behold. Ghoast. Reuenge, reuenge for blood. Hum. So nought wii fatiffie your wandring ghoft
G But
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine But dire reuenge, nothing but Humbert fall,
i34oBecaufe he conquerd you in Albany.
Now by my foule Humber would be condemned To Tantals hunger or Ixions wheele, Or to the vultur of Prometheus, Rather then that this murther were vndone. When as I die ile dragge thy curfed ghoaft Through all the riuers of foule Erebus, Through burning fulphur of the Limbo-lake, To allaie the burning furie of that heate That rageth in mine euerlafting foule.
1 3 jo Exeunt.
Alba, ghofl. Vindicta, vindicta. -*« ir The 4. Act. Scene 1.
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Enter Ate as before. Then let their follow Omphale daughter to the king of Lydia, hauing a club in her hand, and a lions fkinne on her back, Hercules following with a diftaffe. Then let Omphale turn about, and taking off her pantofle, ftrike Hercu- les on the head, then let them depart. Ate remai- ning, faying ;
1360 Quern, non Argolici mandata feuera Tyrarmi,
Nonpotuit luno vincere, vicit amor.
Stout Hercules the mirrour of the world, Sonne to Alcmena and great Jupiter, After fo many conquefts wonne in field,
After
the eldest fonne to King Brutus. After fo many monfters queld by force, Yielded his valiant heart to Omphale, A fearfull woman voyd of manly ftrength, She tooke the club, and ware the lions fkinne, He tooke the wheele, and maidenly gan fpinne. So martiall Locrine cheerd with victorie, l37o
Falleth in loue with Humbers concubine, And fo forget teth peerlefle Guendolitie. Jlis vncle Corineus ftormes at this, And forceth Locrine for his grace to fue, Loe here the fumme, the proceffe doth enfue.
Exit.
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-'Enter Locrine •, Camber •, Corineus^ Afjaracus^ Thra- Jfmachus, and the fouldiers.
Loc. Thus from the fury of Bellonas broiles, 1380
With found of drumme and trumpets melodie, The Brittaine king returnes triumphanly, The Scithians flaine with great occilion, Do equalize the graffe in multitude, (brookes,
And with their biood haue ftaind the ftreaming Offering their bodies and their deareft blood As facrifice to Albanactus ghoaft, Now curfed Humber haft thou payd thy due, For thy deceits and craftie trecheries, For all thy guiles, and damned ltratagems, 139°
With loffe of life, and euerduring fhame. Where are thy horfes trapt with burnifht gold,
G 2 Thy
The lamentable Tr age die ofLocrine Thy trampling courfers rulde with foming bits ? Where are thy fouldiers ftrong and numberlefle, Thy valiant captains and thy noble peeres > Euen as the countrie clownes with fharpeft fithes Do mowe the withered grafle from off the earth, Or as the ploughman with his piercing mare Renteth the bowels of the fertile fields,
1400 And rippeth vp the rootes with razours keene. So Locrine with his mightie curtleaxe, Hath cropped off the heads of all thy Hunnes, So Locrines peeres haue daunted all thy peeres, And droue thine hoaft vnto confulion, That thou maift fuffer penance for thy fault, And die for murdring valiant Albanact.
Cori. And thus, yea thus fliall all the reft be feru'd That feeke to enter Albion gainft our willes. If the braue nation of the Troglodites,
Miolf all the coleblacke Aethiopians, If all the forces of the Amazons, If all the hoftes of the Barbarian lands, Should dare to enter this our little world, Soone mould they rue their ouerbold attempts, That after vs our progenie may fay, There lie the beafts that fought to vfurp our land.
Loc. I they are beafts that feeke to vfurp our land, And like' to brutilh beafts they fhall be feru'd. For mightie hue the fupreame king of heauen,
1410 That guides the concourfe of the Metiors, And rules the motion of the azure skie, Fights alwaies for the Brittaines fafetie. But ftaie, mee thinkes I heare fome (linking noife,
That
the eldefi fonne to King Brutus. That draweth neare to our pauillion.
Enter the fouldiers leading in Estrild. Estrild. What prince fo ere adornd with golden ' Doth fway the regall fceptler in his hand :
And thinks no chance can euer throw him downe,
Or that his ftate mall euerlafting Hand,
Let him behold poore Efirild in this plight, 143°
The perfect platforme of a troubled wight.
Once was I guarded with manortiall bands,
Compaft with princes of the noble blood,
Now am I fallen into my foemens hands,
And with my death muft pacifie their mood.
O life the harbour of calamities,
0 death the hauen of all miferies,
£, I -could compare my forrowes to thy woe, ----Thou wretched queen of wretched Pergamus^
But that thou viewdft thy enemies ouerthrow, 1440
Nigh to the rocke of high Capbareus,
Thou fawft their death, and then departedft thence.
1 muft abide the victors infolence.
The gods that pittied thy continuall griefe,
Tranfformd thy corps, and with thy corps thy care,
Poore Efirild liues difpairing of reliefe,
For friends in trouble are but fewe and rare.
What faid I fewe ? I fewe or none at all,
For cruell death made hauock of them all.
Thrice happie they whofe fortune was fo good, 1450
To end their liues, and with their liues their woes,
Thrice haplene I, whome fortune fo withftood,
That cruelly fhe gaue me to my foes.
Oh fouldiers is there any miferie,
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine To be comparde to fortunes trecherie.
Loc. Camber, this fame fhuld be the Scithia queen.
Cam. So may we iudge by her lamenting words.
Loc. So faire a dame mine eies did neuer fee, With floods of woes fhe feems orewhelmed to bee i46o Cam. O Locrine hath fhe not a caufe for to be fad ? Locrine at one fide of the ftage. If fhe haue caufe to weepe for Numbers death, And fhead fault teares for her ouerthrow, Locrine may well bewaile his proper griefe, Locrine may moue his owne peculiar woe, He being conquerd died a fpeedie death, And felt not long his lamentable fmart, I being conqueror, Hue a lingring life, And feele the force of Cupids fuddaine ftroke. 1470 1 gaue him caufe to die a fpeedie death, He left me caufe to wifh a fpeedie death. Oh that fweete face painted with natures dye, Thofe rofeall cheeks mizt with a fnowy white, That decent necke furpafsing yuorie, Thofe comely brefts which Venus well might fpite, Are like to fnares which wylie fowlers wrought, Wherein my yeelding heart is prifoner cought. The golden trefles of her daintie haire Which mine like rubies glittering with the funne, 1480 Haue fo entrapt poore Locrines louefick heart, That from the fame no way it can be wonne. How true is that which oft I heard declard, One dramme of ioy, muft haue a pound of care.
Efir. Hard is their fall who from a golden crown Are caft into a fea of wretchednefle.
Loc.
the eldefi Jonne to King Brutus.
Loc. Hard is their thrall who by Cupids frowne Are wrapt in waues of endlefle carefulnelle.
Efir. Oh kingdome obiect to all miferies.
Loc. Oh loue, the extreemft of all extremities.
Let him go into his chaire. i49o
A fold. My Lord, in ranfacking the Scithian tents I found this Ladie, and to manifeft That earneft zeale I beare vnto your grace, I here prefent her to your maieftie. (firft?
Another fold. He lies my Lord, I found the Ladie And here prefent her to your maieftie. (prize?
i . Sold. Prefumptuous villaine wilt thou take my
2. Sol. Nay rather thou depriueft me of my right. ~i. Sol. Reiigne thy title (catiue) vnto me, Or with my fword ile pearce thy cowards loines. iyoo
*~i. Sol. Soft words good fir, tis not inogh to fpeak A barking dog doth fildome ftrangers bite.
Loc. Vnreuerent villains, fttiue you in our fight ? Take them hence Iaylor to the dungeon, There let them lie and trie their quarrell out. But thou faire princefle be no whit difmayd, But rather ioy that Locrine fauours thee.
Efir. How can he fauor me that flew my fpoufe }
Loc. The chance of war (my loue) tooke him' fro
Efi. But Locrine was the caufer of his death, (thee r* 10
Loc. He was an enemy to Locrines ftate, And flue my noble brother Albanact.
Efir. But he was linckt to me in marriage bond, And would you haue me loue his flaughterer?
Loc. Better to liue, then not to Hue at all.
Eflrild.
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine
Ejlrild. Better to die renownd for chaftitie, Then Hue with fhame and endlefle infamie. What would the common fort report of me, If I forget my loue, and cleaue to thee > i y 20 Loc. Kings need not feare the vulgar fentences.
Eflr. But Ladies mult regard their honeft name.
Loc. Is it a lhame to liue in marriage bonds ?
Efir. No, but to be a ftrumpet to a king.
Loc. If thou wilt yeeld to Locrines burning loue, Thou fhalt be queene of faire Albania.
Efir. But Guendoline will vndermine my ftate.
Lo. Vpon mine honor thou fhalt haue no harme.
Efi. Then lo braue Locrine^ Efirild yeelds to thee, And by the gods whom thou doeft inuocate, ij3° By the dead ghoaft of thy deceafed fire, By thy right hand and by thy burning loue, Take pitie on poore Efirilds wretched thrall.
CorL Hath Locrine then forgot his Guendoline, That thus he courts the Scithians paramore ? What are the words of Brute fo foone forgot ? Are my deferts fo quickly out of minde ? Haue I bene faithfull to thy fire now dead, Haue I protected thee from Humbers hands, And doeft thou quite me with vngratitude? 1 j 40 Is this the guerdon for my greeuous wounds, Is this the honour for my labors paft ? Now by my fword, Locrine I fweare to thee, This iniury of thine fhall be repaide.
Loc. Vncle, fcorne you your royall foueraigne, As if we flood for cyphers in the court ? Vpbraid you me with thofe your benefits ?
Why
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the eldest jonne to King Brutus. Why it was a fubiects dutie fo to do. What you haue done for our deceafed fire, We know, and all know you haue your reward.
Cori. Auaunt proud princoxe, brau'ft thou me 1550 Afliire thy f elf though thou be Emperor (withall, Thou nere fhalt carry this vnpunifhed.
Cam. Pardon my brother noble Corineus, Pardon this once and it fhall be amended. . Ajfar. Coufin remember Brutus lateft words, How he defired you to cherilh them, Let not this fault fo much incenfe your minde, Which is not yet pafled all remedie.
Cori. Then Locrine^ loe I reconcile my felfe, But as thou lou'ft thy life, fo loue thy wife: ij^o
< But if thou violate thofe promifes, "^ Blood and reuenge fhall light vpon thy head. v" Come let vs backe to ftately Troinouant, Where all thefe matters fhall be fetteled.
Locrine to himfelfe. Millions of diuels wayt vpon thy foule. Legions of fpirits vexe thy impious ghoaft. Ten thoufand torments rack thy curfed bones. Let euerie thing that hath the vfe of breath, Be inftruments and workers of thy death. iy70
Exeunt.
The 3. Scene. uict..Ifr
Enter Humber alone, his haire hanging ouer his moulders, his armes all bloodie, and a dart in one hand.
Hum. What bafilifkt was hatched in this place,
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Where euerie thing confumed is to nought ? What fearefull Furie haunts thefe curfed groues, Where not a roote is left for Numbers meate ?
i j 80 Hath fell Alecto with inuenomed blafts,
Breathed forth poyfon in thefe tender plaines ? Hath triple Cerberus with contagious fome, Sowde Aconitum mongft thefe withered hearbes? Hath dreadfull Fames with her charming rods Brought barreinnefle on euery fruitfull tree? What not a roote, no frute, no beaft, no bird, To nourifh Humber in this wiidernefle ? What would you more you fiends of Erebus, My verie intralls burne for want of drinke,
1590 My bowels crie, Humber giue vs fome meate, But wretched Humber can giue you no meate, Thefe foule accurfed groues affoord no meat. This fruitles fbyle, this groud brings forth no meat. The gods, hard harted gods, yeeld me no meat. Then how can Humber giue you any meat ?
Enter Strumbo with a pitchforke, and a fcotch-cap,
faying : How do you maifters, how do you ? how haue you fcaped hanging this long time? y faith I haue fcapt 1 £00 many a fcouring this yeare, but I thanke God I haue paft them all with a good couragio, couragio, & my wife & I are in great loue and charitie now, I thank my manhood & my ftrength, for I wil tell you mai- fters, vpon a certain day at night I came home, to fay the verie truth, with my ftomacke full of wine, and ran vp into the chamber where my wife foberly fate
rocking
the eldest jonne to King Brutus. rocking my little babie, leaning her back againlt the bed, finging lullabie. Now when fhe faw me come with my nofe formolt, thinking that I bin drunk, as I ' was indeed, fnatcht vp a fagot flick in her hand, and i^io came furioufly marching towards me with a bigge face, as though fhee would haue eaten mee at a bit ; thundering out thefe words vnto me. Thou drun- ken knaue where haft thou bin fo long? I fhall teach thee how to benight mee an other time ; and fo fhee began to play knaues trumps. Now althogh I trem- bled fearing file would fet her ten commandements in my face, ran within her, and taking her luftily by the midle, I carried her valiantly to the bed, and flin- ging her vpon it, flung my felfe vpon her, and there i6zo -*■- Itlelighted her fo with the fport I made, that euer Z ' ^affer flie wold call me fweet husband, and fo banifht brawling for euer : and to fee the good will of the wench, fhe bought with her portion a yard of land, and by that I am now become one of the richeft me in our parifh. Well matters whats a clocke, it is now breakfaft time, you fhall fee what meat I haue here for my breakfaft.
Let him fit downe and pull out his vittailes. 1630
Hum. Was euer land fo fruitlefle as this land ? Was euer groue fo gracelefle as this groue > Was euer foyle fo barrein as this foyle ? Oh no : the land where hungry Fames dwelt, May no wife ^equalize this curfed land, No euen the climat of the torrid zone Brings forth more fruit then this accurfed groue.
H 2 Nere
The lamentable Tragedie ofLocrine Nere came fweet Ceres^ nere came Venus here, Triptolemus the god of husbandmen, i<*4° Nere fowd his feed in this foule wildernefle. The hunger-bitten dogs of Acheron^ Chaft from the ninefold Puriflegiton, Haue fet their footefteps in this damned ground. The yron harted Furies arm'd with fnakes, Scattered huge Hidras ouer all the plaines, which haue cofum'd the grafle, the herbes, the trees which haue drunke vp the flowing water fprings.
Strumbo hearing his voice mail ftart vp and put meat in his pocket*, feeking to hide himfelfe.
itfjo Hum. Thou great commander of the ftarry fkie, That guid'ft the life of euerie mortall wight From the inclofures of the fleeting clouds, Raine downe fome foode, or elfe I faint and die. Powre downe fome drinke, or elfe I faint and die. O Iupiter haft thou fent Mercury In clownifh fhape to minifter fome foode ? Some meate, fome meate, fome meate.
Strum. O alafle fir, ye are deceiued, I am not Mer- cury, I am Strumbo.
1660 Hum. Giue me fom meat vilain, giue me fom meat, Or gainft this rock, lie dafh thy curfed braines, And rent thy bowels with my bloodie hands. Giue me fome meat villaine, giue me fome meat.
Strum. By the faith of my bodie good fellow, I had rather giue an whole oxe then that thou fhuldft ferue me in that fort. Dafh out my braines ? O horri- ble,
the eldefl fonne to King Brutus. ble, terrible. I thinke I haue a quarryof (tones in my
pocket.
Let him make as though hee would giue him fome, and as he putteth out his hand, 1*70 enter the ghoaft ofAlbanact, and ftrike him on the hand, and fo Strumbo runnes out, Humber following him.
Exit. . Alba, ghofi. Loe here the gift of fell ambition, Of vfurpation and of trecherie. Loe here the harmes that wait vpon all thofe That do intrude themfelues in others lands, Which are not vnder their dominion. ** Exit. 1680
The 4. Scene.
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Enter Locrine alone.
Loe. Seuen yeares hath aged Corineus liu'd To Locrines griefe, and faire Efirildas woe, And feuen yeares more he hopeth yet to liue, Oh fupreme Iouey annihilate this thought. Should he enioy the aires fruition ? Should he enioy the benefit of life ? Should he contemplate the radiant fonne, That makes my life equall to dreadfull death > 16 9o Venus conuay this monfter fro the earth, That difobeieth thus thy facred hefts. Cupid conuay this monfter to darke hell, That difanuils thy mothers fugred lawes. Mars with thy target all befet wiih flames,
H 3 With
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine With murthering blade bereaue him of his life, That hindreth Locrine in his fweeteft ioyes. And yet for all his diligent afpect, His wrathfull eies piercing like Linces eies,
1700 Well haue I ouermatcht his fubtiltie. Nigh Deucolitum by the pleafant Lee, where brackifh Thamis llides with filuer ftreames, Making a breach into the grafsie downes, A curious arch of coftly marble fraught, Hath Locrine framed vnderneath the ground, The walls whereof, garnifh with diamonds, With ophirs, rubies, glittering emeralds, And interlaft with fun-bright carbuncles, Lighten the roome with artificiall day,
1710 And from the Lee with water-flowing pipes The moifture is deriu'd into this arch Where I haue placed faire Eftrild fecretly, Thither eftioones accompanied with my page, I couertly vilit my harts deiire, Without fufpition of the meaneft eie, For loue aboundeth ftill with pollicie : And thither ftill meanes Locrine to repaire, Till Atropos cut off mine vncles life.
Exit. j4ct iv~ The 5. Scene.
Enter Number alone, faying ;
SC. V
i7zz Hum. 0 vita mifero longa^falici breuis^
Ehen malorem fames extremum malum. Long haue I liued in this defart caue, With eating hawes and miferable rootes,
Deuou-
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the eldefi jonne to King Brutus. Deuouring leaues and beaftly excrements. Qmes were my beds, and ftones my pillowbeares, Feare was my fleep, and horror was my dreame, For ftill me thought at euery boifterous blaft Now Locrine comes, now Humber thou muft die : 1730 So that for feare and hunger, Humbers minde Can neuer reft, but alwaies trembling ftands. O what Danubius now may quench my thirft ? What Euphrates, what lightfoot Euripus, May now allaie the furie of that heat, Which raging in my entrails eates me vp? You gaftly diuels of the ninefold Stickes, You damned ghoafts of ioylefle Acheron, You mournfull ibules, vext in Abiffus vaults, You coleblack diuels of Auernus pond, i74o
Come with your flefhhooks, rent my famifht arms, Thefe armes that haue fuftaind their maifters life, Come with your raifours, rippe my bowels vp, With your fharp fireforks crack my fterued bones, Vfe me as you will, fo Humber may not liue. Accurfed gods that rule the ftarry poles, Accurfed loue king of the curfed gods, Caft downe your lightning on poore Humbers head, That I may leaue this deathlike life of mine, What heare you not, and fliall not Humber die? mo Nay I will die though all the gods fay nay. And gentle Aby take my troubled corps, Take it and keep it from all mortall eies, That none may fay when 1 haue loft my breath, The very rlouds confpirde gainft Humbers death.
Fling himfelfe into the riuer.
Enter
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Enter the ghoaft of Albanact. En ccedem fequitur, cades in cade quiejco. Humberis dead, ioy heauens, leap earth, dance trees, 1760 Now maift thou reach thy apples Tantalus, And with them feed thy hunger-bitten limmes. Now Sifiphus leaue tumbling of thy rock, And reft thy reftlene bones vpon the fame. Vnbind Ixion cruell Rhadamanth, And laie proud Humber on the whirling wheele. Backe will I poll to hell mouth Tanarus, And pane Cocitus, to the Elyfian fields, And tell my father Brutus of thefe newes.
Exit.
u4ct v The f. Act. Scene 1 .
SC. I
177 1 Enter Ate as before. I of on leading Creons daughter. Medea following, hath a garland in her hand, and putting it on Creons daughters head, fetteth it on fire, and then killing lafon and her, departeth.
Ate. Non tarn Tincriis excefiuat Aetna cauernis, Lafce furtiuo quam cor mulieris amore. Medea feeing lafon leaue her loue, And choofe the daughter of the Thebane king, Went to her diuellim charmes to worke reuenge, 1 7 80 And railing vp the triple Hecate,
With all the rout of the condemned fiends, Framed a garland by her magick {kill, With which (he wrought lafon and Creons ill. So Guendoline feeing her felfe mifvPd, And Humbers paramour ponefle her place,
Flies
the eldest forme to King Brutus. Flies to the dukedome of Cornubia, And with her brother Itout Thrafimachus, Gathering a power of Cornilh fouldiers, ' Giues battaile to her hufband and his hofte, Nigh to the riuer of great Mertia, i79o
The chances of this difmall maflacre, That which infueth fhortly will vnfold. (Exit.
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Enter Locrine, Camber, Affarachus, Thrajimachus. Ajfa. But tell me couiin, died by brother fo > Now who is left to helplefle Albion, ^ That as a piller might vphold our ftate, /--Tlrat might ftrike terror to our daring foes? Now who is left to haplefle Brittanie, 1800
That might defend her from the barbarous hands Of thofe that ftill defire her ruinous fall, And feeke to worke her downfall and decaie ? Cam. I vncle death is our common enemie, And none but death can match our matchles power Witnefle the fall of Albioneus crewe, Witnefle the fall of Number and his Hunnes, And this foule death hath now increaft our woe, By taking Corineus from this life, And in his roome leauing vs worlds of care. 18 10
Thra. But none may more bewaile his mournful Then I that am the ifTue of his loines, (hearfe,
Now foule befall that curfed Numbers throat, That was the caufer of his lingring wound.
I Loc.
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Lo. Teares cannot raife him from the dead again, But wher's my Ladie miftreile Guendoline?
Thra. In Cornwall Locrine is my filter now, Prouiding for my fathers funerall.
Lo. And let her ther prouide her mourning weeds 1820 And mourne for euer her owne widdow-hood. Ner mail fhe come within our pallace gate, To countercheck braue Locrine in his loue. Go boy to Deucolitum, downe the Lee, Vnto the arch where louely Efirild lies, Bring her and Sabren ftrait vnto the court, She mall be queene in Gnendolinas roome. Let others waile for Corineus death, I meane not fo to macerate my minde, For him that bard me from my hearts defire. 1830 Thra. Hath Locrine then forfooke his Guendoline} Is Corineus death fo foone forgot ? If there be gods in heauen, as fure there be, If there be fiends in hell, as needs there muft, They will reuenge this thy notorious wrong, And powre their plagues vpon thy curfed head.
Loc. What prat'ft thou pefant to thy foueraigne ? Or art thou ftrooken in fome extafie ? Doeft thou not tremble at our royall lookes > Doft thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns > 1 840 Thou beardlefle boy, wert not that Locrine fcornes To vexe his mind with fuch a hartlefle childe, With the fharpe point of this my battale-axe, I would fend thy foule to Puriflegiton.
Thra. Though I be yoong and of a tender age, Yet will I cope with Locrine when he dares.
My
the eldest Jonne to King Brutus. My noble father with his conquering fword, Slew the two giants kings of Aquitaine. Thrafimachus is not fo degenerate That he fhould feare and tremble at the lookes Or taunting words of a venerian fquire. 1850
Loc. Menaceft thou thy roiall foueraigne, Vnciuill, not befeeming fuch as you. Iniurious traitor (for he is no lefle That at defiance ftandeth with his king) (words, Leaue thefe thy tauntes, leaue thefe thy bragging Vnlefle thou meane to leaue thy wretched life.
Thra. If princes ftaine their glorious dignitie With ougly fpots of monftrous infamie, They leefe their former eftimation, And throw themfelues into a hell of hate. 1 Uo
JLoc. Wilt thou abufe my gentle patience, ; As though thou didft our high difpleafure fcorne? Proud boy, y thou maift know thy prince is mou'd, Yea greatly mou'd at this thy fwelling pride, We banifh thee for euer from our court.
Thra. Then lofell Locriney looke vnto thy felfe, Thrafimachus will venge this iniurie. [Exit.
Lo. Farwel proud boy, and learn to vfe thy toong.
AJfia. Alas my Lord, you fhuld haue cald to mind The lateft words that Brutus fpake to you, 1870
How he defirde you by the obedience That children ought to beare vnto their lire, To loue and fauour Ladie Guendoline, Confider this, that if the iniurie Do mooue her mind, as certainly it will, Warre and difTention followes fpeedely.
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine What though her power be not fo great as yours, Haue you not feene a mightie elephant Slaine by the biting of a filly moufe > 1880 Euen fo the chance of warre inconftant is.
Loc . Peace vncle peace, and ceafe to talke hereof, For he that feekes by whifpering this or that, To trouble Locrine in his fweetelt life, Let him perfwade himfelfe to die the death. Enter the Page, with Efirild and Sabren. Effir. O fay me Page, tell me where is the king, Wherefore doth he fend for me to the court, Is it to die, is it to end my life, Say me fweete boy, tell me and do not faine ? 1890 Page. No truft me madame, if you will credit the iitle honeftie that is yet left me, there is no fuch dan- ger as you feare, but prepare your felfe, yonders the king.
Efir. Then Efirild lift thy dazled fpirits vp, And blefle that blefled time, that day, that houre, That warlike Locrine firft did fauour thee. Peace to the king of Brittany my loue, Peace to all thofe that loue and fauour him.
Locrine taking her vp. 1900 Doth Ejtrild-h.il with fuch fubmifsion Before her feruant king of Albion} Arife faire Ladie, leaue this lowly cheare, Lift vp thofe lookes that cherifh Locrines heart, That I may freely view that rofeall face, Which fo in tangled hath my louefick breft, Now to the court where we will court it out, And pafle the night and day in Venus lports.
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the eldeft Jonne to King Brutus. Frollick braue peeres, be ioyfull with your king. ^ Exeunt.
The i. Scene. Enter Guendoline, Thrajimachus, Actv Marfan, and the fouldiers. (blafts, sc- iH
Guen. You gentle winds that with your modeft 1911 Pane through the circuit of the heauenly vault, Enter the clouds vnto the throne of loue, And beare my praiers to his all hearing eares, For Locrine hath forfaken Guendoline, And learne to loue proud Humbers concubine. You happie fprites that in the concaue fkie With pleafant ioy, enioy your fweeteft loue, Shead foorth thofe teares with me, which then you 1910 Whe firfl you wood your ladies to your wils, (fhed Thofe teares are fitteft for my wofull cafe, Since Locrine fhunnes my nothing pleafant face. Blufh heauens, blufh funne, and hide thy mining Shadow thy radiat locks in gloomy clouds, (beams, Denie thy cheerfull light vnto the world, Where nothing raigns but falfhood and deceit. What faid I, falfhood > I that filthie crime, For Locrine hath forfaken Guendoline. Behold the heauens do waile for Guendoline. i9^0
The mining funne doth blufh for Guendoline. The liquid aire doth weep for Guendoline. The verie ground doth grone for Guendoline. I they are milder then the Brittaine king, For he reiecteth lucklefle Guendoline.
Thra. Sifter, complaints are bootlefle in this caufe, This open wrong mult haue an open plague : This plague muft be repaid with grieuous warre,
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine This warre muft finifh with Locrinus death, 1940 His death will foone extinguifh our complaints.
Guen. O no, his death wil more augment my woes, He was my hufband braue Thrajimachus, More deare to me then the apple of mine eie, Nor can I finde in heart to worke his fcathe.
Thra. Madame if not your proper iniuries, Nor my exile, can moue you to reuenge, Thinke on our father Corineus words, His words to vs ftands alwaies for a la we, Should Locrine liue that cauf'd my fathers death > j9$o Should Locrine liue that now diuorceth you?
The heauens, the earth, the aire, the fire reclaimes, And then why mould all we denie the fame ?
Guen. Then henceforth farwel womanifh corn- All childifh pitie henceforth then farwel : (plaints, But curfed Locrine looke vnto thy felfe, For Nemejis the miftrefle of reuenge, Sits arm'd at all points on our difmall blades, And curfed Estrild that inflamed his heart, Shall if I liue, die a reproachfull death. i960 Madan. Mother, though nature makes me to la- My lucklefle fathers froward lecherie, (ment,
Yet for he wrongs my Ladie mother thus, I if I could, my felfe would worke his death.
Thra. See madame fee, the defire of reuenge Is in the children of a tender age. Forward braue fouldiers into Mertia, Where we mail braue the coward to his face.
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Enter Locrine^ Eflrild^ Habren, AJJarachus, sc- iv
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Loc. Tell me Ajjarachus, are the Cornifh chuffes In fuch great number come to Mertia, And haue they pitched there their pettie hofte, So clofe vnto our royall manlion.
AJfa. They are my Lord, and meane incontinent To bid defiance to your maieftie.
Loc. It makes me laugh, to thinke that Guendoline Should haue the hart to come in armes gainlt me.
Efir. Alas my Lord, the horfe wil runne amaine 1980 When as the fpurre doth gall him to the bone, Iealoufie Locrine hath a wicked fting. ~~Lac. Saift thou fo Eflrild^ beauties paragon? Well we will trie her chollor to the proofe, And make her know Locrine can brooke no braues. March on Affarachus, thou muft lead the way, And bring vs to their proud pauillion. {Exeunt.
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Ghofi. Behold the circuit of the azure fky, (ning. 1990 Throwes forth fad throbs, and grieuous fufpirs, Preiudicating Locrines ouerthrow, The fire cafteth forth fharpe dartes of flames, The great foundation of the triple world, Trembleth and quaketh with a mightie noife, Prefaging bloodie mallacres at hand. The wand ring birds that flutter in the darke, When hellilh night in cloudie charriot feated,
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Cafteth her mifts on fhadie Tellus face, 2000 With fable mantels couering all the earth, Now flies abroad amid the cheerfull day, Foretelling fome vnwonted miferie. The fnarling curres of darkened Tartarus^ Sent from Auernus ponds by Radamanth, With howling ditties pefter euerie wood, The watrie ladies and the lightfoote fawnes, And all the rabble of the wooddie Nymphs, All trembling hide themfelues in fhadie groues, And Ihrowd themfelues in hideous hollow pitts. 20 1 o The boyfterous Boreas thundreth forth reuenge. The ftonie rocks crie out on fharpe reuenge. The thornie bufh pronounceth dire reuenge.
Sound the alarme. Now Corineus ftaie and fee reuenge, And feede thy foule with Locrines ouerthrow. Behold they come, the trumpets call them foorth. The roaring drummes fummon the fouldiers. Loe where their army gliftereth on the plaines, Throw forth thy lightning mightie Iupiter^ 2020 And powre thy plagues on curfed Locrines head.
Stand a fide. Enter Locrine^ Eftrildy AJJaracus^ Habren and their fol- diers at one doore, Thrajimachus, Guendolin, Ma- dan and their followers at an other. Loc. What is the tigre ftarted from his caue > Is Guendoline come from Cornubia, That thus fhe braueth Locrine to the teeth ? And haft thou found thine armour prettie boy, Accompanied with thefe thy ftragling mates ?
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And well deferueth commendation.
Guen. I Locrine^ traiterous Locrine we are come, With full pretence to feeke thine ouerthrow, What haue I don that thou fhouldft fcorn me thus > What haue I faid that thou fhouldft me reiect > Haue I bene difobedient to thy words > Haue I bewrayd thy Arcane fecrecie ? Haue I difhonoured thy marriage bed With filthie crimes, or with lafciuious lulls r Nay it is thou that haft difhonoured it, 204o
Thy filthie minde orecome with filthie lufts, Yeeldeth vnto affections filthie darts. Vnkind, thou wrongft thy firft and trueft feer, Vnkind, thou wrongft thy beft and deareft friend. V»kind, thou fcornft all fkilfull Brutus lawes, Forgetting father, vncle, and thy felfe.
Efir. Beleeue me Locrine but the girle is wife, And well would feeme to make a vaftall Nunne, How finely frames fhe her oration.
Thra. Locrin we came not here to fight with words i0yo Words that can neuer winne the victorie, But for you are fo merie in your frumpes, Vnfheath your fwords, and trie it out by force, That we may fee who hath the better hand.
Loc. Thinkft thou to dare me bold Thrajimachus? Thinkft thou to feare me with thy taunting braues, Or do we feeme too weake to cope with thee ? Soone fhall I fhew thee my fine cutting blade, And with my f word the meflenger of death, Seal thee an acquitace for thy bold attempts. Exeut. ™6o
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine ■*ct y Sound the alarme. Enter Locrine, Ajjaracus, and a fouldier at one doore, Guendoline, Thrfimachus, at an other, Locrine and his followers driuen back. Then let Locrine & Efirild enter again in a maze. Loc. O faire Eflrilda, we haue loft the field, Thrafimachus hath wonne the victorie, And we are left to be a laughing ftocke, Scoft at by thofe that are our enemies, Ten thoufand fouldiers armd with fword & fhield, 2070 Preuaile againft an hundreth thoufand men, Thrafimachus incenft with fuming ire, Rageth amongft the faintheart fouldiers Like to grim Mars, when couered with his targe He fought with Diomedes in the field, Clofe by the bankes of filuer Simois,
Sound the alarme. O louely Estrild now the chafe begins, Ner mall we fee the ftately Traynouant Mounted on the courfers garnifht all withpearles, 2080 Ner mall we view the faire Concordia,
Vnlefle as captiues we be thither brought. Shall Locrine then be taken prifoner, By fuch a yoongling as Thrafimachus} Shall Guendolina captiuate my loue ? Ner fhall mine eies behold that difmall houre, Ner will I view that ruthfull fpectacle, For with my fword this fharpe curtleaxe, He cut in funder my accurfed heart. But O you iudges of the ninefold Stixy 2090 Which with inceflant torments racke the ghoafts Within the bottomlefle Abijfius pits,
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the eldest Jonne to King Brutus. You gods commanders of the heauenly fpheres, Whofe will and lawes irreuocable ftands, Forgiue, forgiue, this foule accurfed finne, Forget O gods this foule condemned fault : And now my iword that in fo many fights (kifle his Haft fau'd the life of Brutus and his fonne, ( fw ord. End now his life that wifheth ftill for death, Worke now his death that wifheth ftill for death, Worke now his death that hateth ftill his life. moo
Farwell faire Eftrild, beauties paragon, Fram'd in the front of forlorne miferies, Ner Ihall mine eies behold thy funfhine eies, But when we meet in the Elyfian fields, Thither I go before with haltenened pace. Farwell vaine world, and thy inticing fnares. "'Forwell foule finne, and thy inticing pleafures. And welcome death the end of mortall fmart, Welcome to Locrines ouerburthened hart.
Thruft himfelfe through with his fword. mo Eflr. Break hart with fobs and greeuous fufpirs, Streame forth you tea res from forth my watry eies, Helpe me to mourne for warlike Locrines death, Powre downe your teares you watry regions, For mightie Locrine is bereft of life.
0 fickle fortnne, O vnftable world,
What elfe are all things that this globe containes,
But a confufed chaos of mifhaps ?
Wherein as in a glafle we plainly fee,
That all our life is but as a Tragedie. nio
Since mightie kings are fubiect to mifhap,
1 mightie kings are fubiect to mifliap, Since martiall Locrine is bereft of life,
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The lamentable Tr age die of Locrine Shall Eflrild Hue then after Locrines death ? Shall loue of life barre her from Locrines fword > O no, this fword that hath bereft his life, Shall now depriue me of my fleeting foule : Strengthen thefe hands O mightie Iupiter^ That I may end my wofull miferie.
21 30 Locrine I come, Locrine I follow thee.
Kill her felfe. Sound the alarme. Enter Sabren. Sab. What dolefull fight, what ruthful fpectacle Hath fortune offred to my haplefle hart ? My father llaine with fuch a fatall fword, My mother murthred by a mortall wound ? What Thracian dog, what barbarous Mirmidony Would not relent at fuch a ruthfull cafe > What fierce Achilles^ what hard Itonie flint,
1140 Would not bemone this mournfull Tragedie? Locrine the map of magnanimitie, Lies flaughtered in this foule accurfed caue, Eflrild the perfect patterne of renowne, Natures fole wonder, in whofe bewteous brefts All heauenly grace and vertue was infhrinde, Both maflacred are dead within this caue, And with them dies faire Pallas and fweet loue. Here lies a fword, and Sabren hath a heart, This blefled fword fhall cut my curfed heart,
xi yo And bring my foule vnto my parents ghoafts, That they that liue and view our Tragedie, May mourne our cafe with mournfull plaudities.
Let her offer to kill her felfe. Ay me, my virgins hands are too too weake,
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the eldeflfonne to King Brutus. To penetrate the bullwarke of my breft, My fingers vfde to tune the amorous lute, Are not of force to hold this fteely glaine, So I amlieft to waile my parents death, Not able for to worke my proper death. Ah Locrine honord for thy noblenefTe. n6o
Ah Estrild) famous for thy conftancie. II may they fare that wrought your mortall ends. Enter Guendoline^ Thrafimachus^ Madany and the fouldiers.
Guen. Search fouldiers fearch, find Locrin and his Find the proud (trumpet Humbers concubine, (loue, That I may change thofe her fo pleafing lookes, To pale and ignominious aipect. Find me the ifliie of their curfed loue, Find me yoong Sabreny Locrin es only ioy, 1170
That I may glut my mind with lukewarme blood, Swiftly diftilling from the baftards breft, My fathers ghoaft ftil haunts me for reuenge, Crying, reuenge my ouerhaftened death, My brothers exile, and mine owne diuorce, Banifh remorfe cleane from my brazen heart, All mercie from mine adamintiue brefts.
Tbra. Nor doth thy hufband louely Guendoline, That wonted was to guide our ftaiieffe fteps, Enioy this light; fee where he murdred lies: n8o
By lucklefTe lot and froward frowning fate, And by him lies his louely paramour Faire Efirild goared with a difmall fword, And as it feemes, both murdred by themfelues, Clafping each other in their feebled armes,
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The lamentable Tragedie of Locrme With louing zeale, as if for companie Their vncontented corpes were yet content To pafle foule Stix in Charons ferry-boat.
Guen. And hath proud Ejlrild then preuented me,
1190 Hath me efcaped Guendolinas wrath, Violently by cutting off her life ? Would God fhe had the monftrous Hidras liues, That euery houre fhe might haue died a death Worfe then the fwing of old Ixions wheele, And euery houre reuiue to die againe, As Titius bound to houfles Caucafon^ Doth feed the fubftance of his owne mifhap, And euery day for want of foode doth die, And euery night doth liue againe to die.
zzoo But ftaie, mee thinks I heare fome fainting voice, Mournfully weeping for their lucklefle death.
Sa. You mountain nimphs which in thefe defarts Ceafe off you r haftie chafe of fauadge beafts, (raign, Prepare to fee a heart oppreft with care, Addrefle your eares to heare a mourn full ftile, No humane ftrength, no work can work my weale, Care in my hart fo tyrantlike doth deale. You Driades and lightfoote Satiric You gtacious Faries which at euening tide,
az 10 Your clofets leaue with heauenly beautie ftorde, And on your moulders fpread your golden locks, You fauadge beares in caues and darkened dennes, Come waile with me, the martiall Locrines death. Come mourn with me, for beauteous Efirilds deth. Ah louing parents little do you know, what forrow Sabren fuffers for your thrall.
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Guen. But may this be, and is it pofsible, Liues Sabren yet to expiat my wrath } Fortune I thanke thee for this curtefie, And let me neuer fee one profperous houre, 2220
If Sabren die not a reproachful! death.
Sab. Hard harted death, that when the wretched Art furtheft off, and fildom heerft at all. (call,
But in the midft of fortunes good fuccefle, Vncalled comes, and (heeres our life in twaine : When wil that houre, that blefled houre draw nie, When poore diftrefled Sabren may be gone. Sweet Atropos cut off my fatall thred, VVhat art thou death, mall not poore Sabren die ?
Guendoline taking her by the chin mail fay thus. 2230 1 Guen. Yes damfell yes, Sabren mail furely die, though all the world mould feeke to faue her life, And not a common death fhall Sabren die, But after ltrange and greeuous punifhments Shortly inflicted vpon thy baftards head, Thou malt be caft into the curfed ftreames, And feede the fifties with thy tender flefh.
Sab. And thinft thou then thou cruell homicid, That thefe thy deeds mail be vnpunimed > No traitor no, the gods will venge thefe wrongs, 2240 The fiends of hell will marke thefe iniuries. Neuer mail thefe blood-fucking maftie curres, Bring wretched Sabren to her lateft home. For 1 my felfe in fpite of thee and thine, Meane to abridge my former deftenies, And that which Locrinesfword could not perform, This pleafant ftreame fhall prefent bring to paffe.
She drowneth her felfe.
Guen.
The lamentable Tragedie of Locrine Guen. One mifchiefe followes anothers necke,
zz?o VVho would haue thought fo yoong a mayd as fhe With fuch a courage wold haue fought her death. And for becaufe this Riuer was the place Where little Sabren refolutely died, Sabren for euer mall this fame be call'd. And as for Locrine our deceafed fpoufe, Becaufe he was the forme of mightie Brute , To whom we owe our country, liues and goods, He fhall be buried in a ftately tombe, Clofe by his aged father Brutus bones,
zi6o With fuch great pomp and great folemnitie, As well befeemes fo braue a prince as he. Let Efirild lie without the fhallow vauts, Without the honour due vnto the dead, Becaufe fhe was the author of this warre. Retire braue followers vnto Troynouant, Where we will celebrate thefe exequies, And place yoong Locrine in his fathers tombe.
Exeunt omnes. ^ict r Ate. Lo here the end of lawlefle trecherie, Of vfurpation and ambitious pride,
iz7i And they that for their priuate amours dare Turmoile our land, and fee their broiles abroach, Let them be warned by thefe premilTes, And as a woman was the onely caufe That ciuill difcord was then ftirred vp, So let vs pray for that renowned mayd, That eight and thirtie yeares the fcepter fwayd, In quiet peace and fweet felicitie, And euery wight that feekes her graces fmart,
"80 wold that this fword wer pierced in his hart. [Exit.
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