Locrine, the Eldest Son of King Brutus · chunk 13 of 31
S., W. · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1594 (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 485 words
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O what hath he done, his nose bleeds? but oh I smell a fox, Look where my master lies, master, master. Let me alone I tell thee, for I am dead. Yet one, good, good, master. I will not speak, for I am dead I tell thee. And is my master dead? O sticks and stones, brickbats and bones, and is my master dead? O you cockatrices and you bablatrices, that in the woods dwell: You briars and brambles, you cooks shops and shambles, come howl and yell. With howling & shrieking, with wailing and weeping. come you to lament. O Colliers of Croyden, and rustics of Royden, and fishers of Kent. For Strumbo the cobbler, the fine merry cobbler of Cathnes town: At this same stour, at this very hour lies dead on the ground. O master, thieves, thieves, Where be they? cox me tunny, bobekin let me be rising, be gone, we shall be robbed by and by. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars Thundering alarms, and Rhamnusia's drum We are retired with joyful victory, The slaughtered Trojans squeltering in their blood, Infect the air with their carcases, And are a pray for every ravenous bird. So perish they that are our enemies. So perish they that love not Humbers weal. And mighty Ioue commander of the world, Protect my love from all false treacheries. Thanks lovely Estrild, solace to my soul. But valiant Hubba for thy chivalry Declared against the men of Albany, Lo here a flowering garland wreathed of bay, As a reward for thy forward mind. This unexpected honour noble sire, Will prick my courage unto braver deeds, And cause me to attempt such hard exploits, That all the world shall sound of Hubba's name. And now brave soldiers for this good success, Carouse whole cups of Amazonian wine, Sweeter than Nectar or Ambrosia, And cast away the clods of cursed care, With goblets crowned with Semeleius gifts, Now let us march to Abis silver streams That clearly glide along the Champaign fields, And moist the grassy meads with humid drops. Sound drums & trumpets, sound up cheerfully, Sith we return with joy and victory. Scelera in authorem cadunt. High on a bank by Nilus' boisterous streams, Fearfully sat the Egyptian Crocodile, Dreadfully grinding in her sharp long teeth, The broken bowels of a silly fish, His back was armed against the dint of spear, With shields of brass that shined like burnished gold And as he stretched forth his cruel paws, A subtle Adder creeping closely near Thrusting his forked sting into his claws, Privily shed his poison through his bones Which made him swell that there his bowels burst, That did so much in his own greatness trust. So Humber having conquered Albanact, Doth yield his glory unto Locrine's sword. Mark what ensues and you may easily see, That all our life is but a Tragedy.
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O what hath he don, his nose bleeds? but oh I smel a foxe, Looke where my maister lies, master, master. Let me alone I tell thee, for I am dead. Yet one, good, good, master. I will not speake, for I am dead I tel thee. And is my master dead? O sticks and stones, brickbats and bones, and is my master dead? O you cocktries and you bablatrices, that in the woods dwell: You briers and brambles, you cookes shoppes and shambles, come howle and yell. With howling & screeking, with wailing and weeping. come you to lament. O Colliers of Croyden, and ruticks of Royden, and fishers of Ket. For Strubo the cobler, the fine mery cobler of Cathnes towne At this same stoure, at this very houre lies dead on the ground. O maister, theeues, theeus, theeues. Where be they? cox me unny, bobekin let me be rising, be gone, we shall be robde by and by. Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars Thundring alarmes, and Rhamnusias drum We are retyred with ioyfull victorie, The slaughtered Troians squeltring in heir blood, Infect the aire with their carcasses, And are a praie for euerie rauenous bird. So perish they that are our enemies. So perish they that loue not Humbers weale. And mightie Ioue commander of th world, Protect my loue from all false trecheries. Thanks louely Estrild, solace to my soule. But valiant Hubba for thy chiualrie Declarde against the men of Albany, Loe here a flowring garland wreath'd of bay, As a reward for thy forward mide. This vnexpected honor noble sir, VVill pick my courage vnto brauer deeds, And cause me to attempt such hard exploits, That all the world shall sound of Hubbaes name. And now braue souldiers for this good successe, Carouse whole cups of Amazonian wine, Sweeter then Nectar or Ambrosia, And cast away the clods of cursed care, VVith goblets crownd with Semeleius gifts, Now let vs martch to Abis siluer streames That clearly glide along the Champane fields, And moist the graie meades with humid drops. Sound drummes & trumpets, sound vp cheerfully, Sith we returne with ioy and victorie. Scelera i authrem cadunt. High on a banke by Nilus boystrous streames, Fearfully sat the Aegiptian Crocodile, Dreadfully grinding in her sharpe long teethe, The broken bowels of a silly fish, His back was armde against the din of speare, VVith shields of brasse that shind like burnisht gold And as he stretched forth his cruell pawes, A subtill Adder creeping closely neare Thrusting his forked sting into his clawes, Priuily shead his poison through his bones VVhich made him swel that there his bowels burst, That did so much in his owne greatnesse trust. So Humber hauing conquered Albaact, Doth yeeld his glorie vnto Lcrines sword. Marke what ensues and you may easily see, That all our life is but a Tragedie.