[Enter Humber, Estrild, Hubba, Trussier, and the soldiers.]
HUMBER. Thus are we come, victorious conquerors, 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 water turned into blood, And change his bluish 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 wild, unstable, fickle, frail!
HUMBER. Me thinks I see both armies in the field: The broken lances climb the crystal skies; Some headless lie, some breathless on the ground, And every place is strewed with carcasses. Behold! the grass hath lost his pleasant green, The sweetest sight that ever might be see.
GHOST. Aye, traitorous Humber, thou shalt find it so. Yea, to thy cost thou shalt the same behold, With anguish, sorrow, and with sad laments. The grassy plains, that now do please thine eyes, Shall ere the night be coloured all with blood; The shady groves which now inclose thy camp And yield sweet savours to thy damned corps, Shall ere the night be figured all with blood: The profound stream, that passeth by thy tents, And with his moisture serveth all thy camp, Shall ere the night converted be to blood,-- Yea, with the blood of those thy straggling boys; For now revenge shall ease my lingering grief, And now revenge shall glut my longing soul.
HUBBA. Let come what will, I mean to bear it out, And either live with glorious victory, Or die with fame renowned 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 enchanted 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 Sisiphos.
HUMBER. Right martial be thy thoughts my noble son, And all thy words savour of chivalry.--[Enter Segar.]
But warlike Segar, what strange accidents Makes you to leave the warding of the camp.
SEGAR. To arms, my Lord, to honourable arms! Take helm and targe in hand; the Brittains come, With greater multitude than erst the Greeks Brought to the ports of Phrygian Tenidos.
HUMBER. But what saith Segar to these accidents? What counsel gives he in extremities?
SEGAR. Why this, my Lord, experience teacheth us: That resolution is 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.
HUMBER. 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 fortify our camp, So to withstand their strong invasion.
[Exeunt.]
