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 prease,
And die with honour in my latest days.
Yet ere I die they all shall understand
What force lies in stout Corineus’ hand.
THRASIMACHUS.
And if Thrasimachus detract the fight,
Either for weakness or for cowardice,
Let him not boast that Brutus was his eame,
Or that brave Corineus was his sire.
LOCRINE.
Then courage, soldiers, first for your safety,
Next for your peace, last for your victory.
SCENE V. The field of battle
Sound the alarm. Enter Hubba and Segar at one door, and Corineus at
the other.
CORINEUS.
Art thou that Humber, prince of fugitives,
That by thy treason slewst young Albanact?
HUBBA.
I am his son that slew young Albanact,
And if thou take not heed, proud Phrigian,
I’ll send thy soul unto the Stigian lake,
There to complain of Humber’s injuries.
CORINEUS.
You triumph, sir, before the victory,
For Corineus is not so soon slain.
But, cursed Scithians, you shall rue the day
That ere you came into Albania.
So perish thy that envy Brittain’s wealth,
So let them die with endless infamy;
And he that seeks his sovereign’s overthrow,
Would this my club might aggravate his woe.
CORINEUS strikes them both down with his club.
SCENE VI. Another part of the field
Enter Humber.

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