Where be they? cox me tunny, bobekin! let me be rising. Be gone; we shall be robbed by and by. [Exeunt.] 

SCENE VI. The camp of the Huns. 
Enter Humber, Hubba, Segar, Thrassier, Estrild, and the soldiers. 

HUMBER:
Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars,
Thundering alarms, and Rhamnusias’ drum,
We are retired with joyful victory.
The slaughtered Troyans, squeltring in their blood,
Infect the air with their carcasses,
And are a prey for every ravenous bird. 

ESTRILD:
So perish they that are our enemies!
So perish they that love not Humber’s weal,
And mighty Jove, commander of the world,
Protect my love from all false treacheries. 

HUMBER:
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. [Set it on his head.] 

HUBBA:
This unexpected honor, 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. 

HUMBER:
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,

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