Hum.
Thus are we come, victorious Conqueror,
Unto the flowing Current's Silver streams,

Which, in memorial of our Victory,
Shall be agnominated by our Name,
And talked of by our Posterity:
For sure I hope before the Golden Sun
Posteth his Horses to fair Thetis Plains,
To see the Waters turned into Blood,
And change his blueish Hue to rueful red,
By reason of the fatal Massacre,
Which shall be made upon the virent Plains. Enter the Ghost of Albanact.

Ghost.
See how the Traitor doth presage his harm,
See how he glories at his own decay,
See how he triumphs at his proper Loss,
O Fortune vile, unstable, fickle, frail!

Hum.
Methinks I see both Armies in the Field,
The broken Lances climb the Crystal Skies,
Some headless lye, some breathless on the Ground,
And every place is strew'd with carcasses,
Behold the Grass hath lost his pleasant green,
The sweetest Sight that ever might be seen.

Ghost.
Ay, Traiterous Humber, thou shalt find it so,
Yea to thy cost thou shalt the same behold,
With Anguish, Sorrow, and with sad Laments;
The grassie Plains, that now do please thine Eyes,
Shall e'er the Night be colour'd all with Blood;
The shady Groves that now inclose thy Camp,
And yield sweet savour to thy damned Corps,
Shall e'er the Night be figured all with Blood;
The profound Stream that passeth by thy Tents,
And with his Moisture serveth all thy Camp,
Shall e'er the Night converted be to Blood,
Yea with the Blood of those thy stragling Boys:
For now revenge shall ease my lingring Grief,
And now revenge shall glut my longing Soul.

Hub.
Let come what will, I mean to bear it out,
And either live with glorious Victory,
Or die with Fame renown'd for Chivalry:
He is not worthy of the Honey-comb,
That shuns the Hives because the Bees have stings;
That likes me best that is not got with ease,
Which thousand Dangers do accompany;

For nothing can dismay our regal Mind;
Which aims at nothing but a Golden Crown,
The only upshot of mine enterprises.
Were they inchanted in grim Pluto's Court,
And kept for treasure 'mongst his hellish Crew,
I would either quell the triple Cerberus
And all the Army of his hateful Hags,
Or roll the Stone with wretched Sysiphus.

Hum.
Right martial be thy Thoughts, my noble Son,
And all thy words savour of Chivalry. [Enter Segar.
But, warlike Segar, what strange Accidents
Make you to leave the warding of the Camp?

Segar.
To Arms, my Lord, to honourable Arms;
Take helm and targe in Hand, the Britons come
With greater Multitude than erst the Greeks
Brought to the Ports of Phrygian Tenedos.

Hum.
But what saith Segar to these Accidents?
What Counsel gives he in Extremities?

Segar.
Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth us,
That Resolution's a sole help at need.
And this, my Lord, our honour teacheth us,
That we be bold in every enterprise;
Then since there is no way but fight or die,
Be resolute, my Lord, for Victory.

Hum.
And resolute, Segar, I mean to be,
Perhaps some blissful Star will favour us,
And comfort bring to our perplexed State:
Come let us in and fortifie our Camp,
So to withstand their strong Invasion. [Exeunt.

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