So martial Locrine, cheered with victory, Falleth in love with Humber's concubine, And so forgetteth peerless Gwendoline.
His uncle Corineius storms at this, And forceth Locrine for his grace to sue.
Lo here the sum, the process doth ensue.
[Exit.]
ACT IV. SCENE I. The camp of Locrine.
[Enter Locrine, Camber, Corineius, Assaracus, Thrasimachus, and the soldiers.]
LOCRINE.
Thus from the furty of Bellona's broils, With sound of drum and trumpets' melody, The Brittain king returns triumphantly.
The Scithians slain with great occasion Do equalize the grass in multitude, And with their blood have stained the streaming brooks, Offering their bodies and their dearest blood As sacrifice to Albanactus' ghost.
Now, cursed Humber, hast thou paid thy due, For thy deceits and crafty treacheries, For all thy guiles and damned strategems, With loss of life, and everduring shame.
Where are thy horses trapped with burnished gold, Thy trampling coursers ruled with foaming bits?
Where are thy soldiers, strong and numberless, Thy valiant captains and thy noble peers?
