Hum.
At length the Snail doth climb the highest tops,
Ascending up the stately Castle Walls;
At length the Water with continual drops,
Doth penetrate the hardest Marble Stone;

At length we are arriv'd in Albion.
Nor could the barbarous Dacian, Soveraign,
Nor yet the Ruler of brave Belgia,
Stay us from cutting over to this Isle;
Whereas I hear a Troop of Phrygians
Under the Conduct of Posthumius Son,
Have pitch'd up Lordly Pavillions,
And hope to prosper in this lovely Isle:
But I will frustrate all their Foolish hope,
And teach them that the Scythian Emperor
Leads Fortune tied in a Chain of Gold,
Constraining her to yield unto his will,
And grace him with their Regal Diadem:
Which I will have, maugre their treble Hosts,
And all the power their petty Kings can make.

Hub.
If she that rules fair Rhamnis golden Gate,
Grant us the honour of the Victory,
As hitherto she always favour'd us,
Right noble Father, we will rule the Land,
Enthonised in Seats of Topaz stones,
That Locrine and his Brethren all may know,
None must be King but Humber and his Son.

Hum.
Courage my Son, Fortune shall favour us,
And yield to us the Coronet of Bays,
That decketh none but noble Conquerors.
But what saith Estrild to these Regions?
How liketh she the temperature thereof?
Are they not pleasant in her gracious Eyes?

Est.
The Plains, my Lord, garnish'd with Flora's wealth,
And over-spread with party-colour'd Flowers,
Do yield sweet contentation to my mind;
The airy Hills enclos'd with shady Groves,
The Groves replenish'd with sweet chirping Birds,
The Birds resounding Heav'nly Melody,
Are equal to the Groves of Thessaly,
Where Phœbus with these learned Ladies nine,
Delight themselves with Musick's Harmony,
And from the moisture of the Mountain tops,
The silent Springs dance down with murmuring streams,
And water all the ground with crystal Waves,
The gentle blasts of Eurus modest Wind,

Moving the pattering Leaves of Silvane's Woods,
Do equal it with Tempe's Paradise,
And thus consorted all to one effect,
Do make me think these are the happy Isles,
Most Fortunate if Humber may them win.

Hub.
Madam, where Resolution leads the way,
And Courage follows with embolden'd pace,
Fortune can never use her Tyranny;
For Valiantness is like unto a Rock
That standeth on the Waves of Ocean,
Which though the Billows beat on every side,
And Boreas fell with his tempestuous storms,
Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamour,
Yet it remaineth still unmoveable.

Hum.
Kingly resolv'd, thou glory of thy Sire:
But worthy Segar, what uncouth novelties
Bring'st thou unto our Royal Majesty?

Seg.
My Lord, the youngest of all Brutus Sons,
Stout Albanact, with millions of Men,
Approacheth nigh, and meaneth e'er the Morn,
To try your force by dint of fatal Sword.

Hum.
Tut, let him come with millions of Hosts,
He shall find entertainment good enough,
Yea, fit for those that are our Enemies:
For we'll receive them at the Lances points,
And massacre their Bodies with our Blades:
Yea, though they were in number infinite,
More than the mighty Babylonian Queen,
Semiramis the Ruler of the West,
Brought 'gainst the Emperor of the Scythians,
Yet would we not start back one foot from them:
That they might know we are invincible.

Hub.
Now by great Jove, the supream King of Heav'n,
And the immortal Gods that live therein,
When as the Morning shews his chearful Face,
And Lucifer mounted upon his Steed,
Brings in the Chariot of the golden Sun,
I'll meet young Albanact in th' open Field,
And crack my Launce upon his Burganet,
To try the Valour of his boyish Strength:
There will I shew such ruthful spectacles,

And cause so great effusion of Blood,
That all his Boys shall wonder at my strength.
As when the warlike Queen of Amazons,
Penthesilea, armed with her Launce,
Girt with a Corslet of bright shining Steel,
Coopt up the faint-heart Grecians in the Camp.

Hum.
Spoke like a warlike Knight, my noble Son,
Nay, like a Prince that seeks his Father's Joy.
Therefore to Morrow e'er fair Titan shine,
And bashful Eos Messenger of Light,
Expels the liquid sleep from out Mens Eyes,
Thou shalt conduct the right Wing of the Host,
The left Wing shall be under Segar's charge,
The Rearward shall be under me my self;
And lovely Elstrid, fair and gracious,
If Fortune favour me in mine attempts,
Thou shalt be Queen of lovely Albion.
Fortune shall favour me in mine attempts,
And make thee Queen of lovely Albion.
Come let us in and muster up our Train,
And furnish up our lusty Soldiers,
That they may be a Bulwark to our state,
And bring our wished joys to perfect end. [Exeunt.

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