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How now master Strumbo, hath my daughter taught you a new lesson? ay but hear you goodman Oliver? it will not be for my ease to have my head broken every day, therefore remedy this and we shall agree. Well zonne well, for you are my zonne now, all shall be remedied, daughter be friends with him. You are a sweet nut; the devil crack you. masters I think it be my luck, my first wife was a loving quiet wench, but this I think would weary the devil. I would she might be burnt as my other wife was. If not, I must run to the halter for help. O codpiece thou hast done thy master, this it is to be meddling with warm plackets. Now am I guarded with an host of men, Whose haughty courage is invincible, Now am I hemmed with troops of soldiers, Such as might force Bellona to retire, And make her tremble at their puissance, Now sit I like the mighty god of war, When armed with his coat of adamant, Mounted his chariot drawn with mighty bulls, He drove the Argives over Xanthus' streams. Now cursed Humber doth thy end draw nigh, Down goes the glory of his victories, And all his fame, and all his high renown Shall in a moment yield to Locrine's sword, Thy bragging banners crossed with argent streams, The ornaments of thy pavilions Shall all be captivated with this hand, And thou thyself at Albanactus tomb Shalt offered be in satisfaction Of all the wrongs thou didst him when he lived. But canst thou tell me brave Thrasimachus, How far we are distant from Humbers camp? My Lord, within your foul accursed grove That bears the tokens of our overthrow, This Humber hath entrenched his damned camp. March on my Lord, because I long to see The treacherous Scythians squeltering in their gore. Sweet fortune favour Locrine with a smile, That I may venge my noble brother's death, And in the midst of stately Troynovant, I'll build a temple to thy deity Of perfect marble and of Iacinthe stones, That it shall pass the high Pyramids Which with their top surmount the firmament. The armestrong offspring of the doubted knight, Stout Hercules Alcmena's mighty son, That tamed the monsters of the threefold world, And rid the oppressed from the tyrant's yokes, Did never show such valiantness in fight, As I will now for noble Albanact. Full four score years hath Corineus lived, Sometime in war, sometime in quiet peace, And yet I feel myself to be as strong As erst I was in summer of mine age, Able to toss this great unwieldy club Which hath been painted with my foemen's brains, And with this club i'll break the strong array Of Humber and his straggling soldiers, Or lose my life amongst the thickest press, And die with honour in my latest days, Yet ere I die they all shall understand What force lies in stout Corineus' hand.
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How now master Strumbo, hath my daughter taught you a new lesson? I but heare you goodman Oliuer? it will not bee for my ease to haue my head broken euerie day, therefore remedie this and we shall agree. Well zonne well, for you are my zonne now, all shall be remedied, daughter be friends with him. You are a sweet nut; the diuel crack you. Maisters I thinke it be my lucke, my first wife was a louing quiet wench, but this I thinke would weary the diuell. I would she might be burnt as my other wife was. If not, I must runne to the halter for help. O codpeece thou hast done thy maister, this it is to be medling with warme plackets. Now am I garded with an hoste of men, VVhose hautie courage is inuincible, Now am I hembde with troupes of souldiers, Such as might force Bellona to retire, And make her tremble at their puissance, Now sit I like the mightie god of warre, VVhen armed with his coat of Adament, Mounted his charriot drawne with mighty bulls, He droue the Argiues ouer Xanthus streames. Now cursed Humber doth thy end draw nie, Downe goes the glorie of his victories, And all his fame, and all his high renowne Shall in a moment yeeld to Locrines sword, Thy bragging banners crost with argent streames, The ornaments of thy pauillions Shall all be captiuated with this hand, And thou thy selfe at Albanactus tombe Shalt offred be in satisfaction Of all the wrongs thou didst him when he liu'd. But canst thou tell me braue Thrasimachus, How farre we are distant from Humbers campe? My Lord, within your foule accursed groue That beares the tokens of our ouerthrow, This Humber hath intrencht his damned campe. March on my Lord, because I long to see The trecherous Seithians squeltring in their gore. Sweet fortune fauour Locrine with a smile, That I may venge my noble brothers death, And in the midst of stately Troinonant, Ile build a temple to thy deitie Of perfect marble and of Iacinthe stones, That it shall passe the high Pyramides VVhich with their top surmount the firmament. The armestrong ofspring of the doubted knight, Stout Hercules Alcmenas mightie sonne, That tamde the monsters of the threefold world, And rid the oppressed from the tyrants yokes, Did neuer shew such valiantnesse in fight, As I will now for noble Albanact. Full foure score yeares hath Corineus liu'd, Sometime in warre, sometime in quiet peace, And yet I feele my selfe to be as strong As erst I was in sommer of mine age, Able to tosse this great vnwildie club VVhich hath bin painted with my foemens brains, And with this club ile breake the strong arraie Of Humber and his stragling souldiers, Or loose my life amongst the thickest prease, And die with honour in my latest daies, Yet ere I die they all shall vnderstand VVhat force lies in stout Corineus hand.