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And in the fields of martial Cambria, Close by the boisterous Iscan's silver streams, Where lightfoot fairs skip from bank to bank, Full twenty thousand brave courageous knights Well exercised in feats of chivalry, In manly manner most invincible, Young Camber hath with gold and victual, All these and more, if need shall more require, I offer up to venge my brother's death. Thanks loving uncle and good brother too, For this revenge, for this sweet word revenge Must ease and cease thy wrongful injuries, And by the sword of bloody Mars I swear, near shall sweet quiet enter this my front, Till I be venged on his traitorous head That slew my noble brother Albanact. Sound drums and trumpets, muster up the camp, For we will straight march to Albania. Thus are we come victorious conquerors Unto the flowing currents silver streams Which in memorial of our victory, Shall be agnominated by our name, And talked of by our posterity: For sure I hope before the golden sun Posteth his horses to fair Thetis plains, To see the waters turned into blood, And change his bluish hue to rueful red, By reason of the fatal massacre Which shall be made upon the virent plains. See how the traitor doth presage his harm, See how he glories at his own decay, See how he triumphs at his proper loss, O fortune wild, unstable, fickle, frail. methinks I see both armies in the field, The broken lances climb the crystal skies, Some headless lie, some breathless on the ground, Anb euery place is straw'd with carcasses, Behold the grass hath lost his pleasant green, The sweetest sight that ever might be seen. I traitorous Humber, thou shalt find it so, Yea to thy cost thou shalt the same behold, With anguish, sorrow, and with sad laments, The grassy plains that now do please thine eyes, Shall ere the night be coloured all with blood, The shady groves which now enclose thy camp And yield sweet savours to thy damned corpse, Shall ere the night figured all with blood, The profound stream that passeth by thy tents, And with his moisture serveth all thy camp, Shall ere the night converted be to blood, Yea with the blood of those thy straggling boys, For now revenge shall ease my lingering grief, And now revenge shall glut my longing soul. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victory, Or die with fame renowned for chivalry, He is not worthy of the honey comb That shuns the hives because the bees have stings, That likes me best that is not got with ease, Which thousand dangers do accompany, For nothing can dismay our regal mind, Which aims at nothing but a golden crown, The only upshot of mine enterprises, Were they enchanted in grim Pluto's court, And kept for treasure 'mongst his hellish crew, I would either quell the triple Cerberus And all the army of his hateful hags, Or roll the stone with wretched Sisiphon.
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And in the fields of martiall Cambria, Close by the boystrous Iscans siluer streames, VVhere lightfoote faires skip from banke to banke, Full twentie thousand braue couragious knights VVell exercisde in feates of chiualrie, In manly maner most inuincible, Yoong Camber hath with gold and victuall, All these and more, if need shall more require, I offer vp to venge my brothers death. Thanks louing vncle and good brother too, For this reuenge, or this sweete word reuenge Must ease and cease thy wrongfull iniuries, And by the sword of bloodie Mars I sweare, Nere shall sweete quiet enter this my front, Till I be venged on his traiterous head That slew my noble brother Albanact. Sound drummes and trumpets, muster vp the camp, For we will straight march to Albania. Thus are we come victorious conquerors Vnto the flowing currents siluer streames Which in memoriall of our victorie, Shall be agnominated by our name, And talked of by our posteritie: For sure I hope before the golden sunne Posteth his horses to faire Thetis plaines, To see the waters turned into blood, And chaunge his blewish hue to rufull red, By reason of the fatall massacre Which shall be made vpon the virent plaines. See how the traitor doth presage his harme, See how he glories at his owne decay, See how he triumphs at his proper losse, O fortune vilde, vnstable, fickle, fraile. Me thinkes I see both armies in the field, The broken launces clime the cristall skies, Some headlesse lie, some breathlesse on the ground, Anb euery place is straw'd with carcasses, Behold the grasse hath lost his pleasant greene, The sweetest sight that euer might be seene. I traiterous Humber, thou shalt find it so, Yea to thy cost thou shalt the same behold, With anguish, sorrow, and with sad laments, The grassie plaines that now do please thine eies, Shall ere the night be coloured all with blood, The shadie groues which now inclose thy campe And yeeld sweet sauours to thy damned corps, Shall ere the night figured all with blood, The profound streame that passeth by thy tents, And with his moisture serueth all thy campe, Shall ere the night conuerted be to blood, Yea with the blood of those thy stragling boyes, For now reuenge shall ease my lingring griefe, And now reuenge shall glut my longing soule. Let come what wil, I meane to beare it ou, And either liue with glorious victorie, Or die with ame renowmed for chiualrie, He is not worthie of the honie combe That shuns the hiues because the bees haue stings, That likes me best that is not got with ease, Which thousand daungers do accompany, For nothing can dismayour regall minde, Which aimes at nothing but a golden crowne, The only vpshot of mine enterprises, Were they inchanted in grimme Plutos court, And kept for treasure mongst his hellish crue, I would either quell the triple Cerberus And all the armie of his haefull hags, Or roll the stone with wretched Sisiphon.