Hum.
Thus from the dreadful shocks of furious Mars,
Thund'ring alarums, and Rhamnusia's drum* ^note
,
We are retir'd with joyful victory.
The slaughter'd Trojans, squeltring in their blood^{9 note}
,
Infect the air with their carcasses,
And are a prey for every ravenous 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,
Lo! here a flow'ring garland wreath'd of bay,
As a reward for this thy forward mind. [Sets it on Hubba's head.

Hub.
This unexpected honour, 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.

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^{1 note}.
Now let us march to Abis' silver streams,
That clearly glide along the champain fields,
And moist the grassy meads with humid drops.
Sound drums and trumpets, sound up chearfully,
Sith we return with joy and victory. [Exeunt.

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