Hum.
Thus from the dreadful Shocks of furious Mars,
Thundring Alarums, and Rhamnusia's Drum,
We are retir'd with joyful Victory,
The slaughter'd Trojans squeltring in their Blood,
Infect the Air with their Carcasses,
And are a Prey for every rav'nous Bird.

Est.
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.

Hum.
Thanks, lovely Estrild, solace to my Soul.
But, valiant Hubba, for thy Chivalry
Declar'd against the Men of Albany,
Loe here a flowring Garland wreath'd of Bay,
As a reward for this thy forward Mind. [Sets it on his Head.

Hub.
This unexpected Honour, noble Sir,
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.

Hum.
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 crown'd with Semeleius Gifts,

Now let us march to Abis Silver Streams,
That clearly glide along the Champane Fields,
And moist the grassie Meads with humid drops.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, sound up chearfully,
Sith we return with Joy and Victory. [Exeunt.

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