ALBANACT

Brave cauileres, princes of Albany, Whose trenchant blades with our deceased sire, Passing the frontiers of brave Graeciam, Were bathed in our enemies lukewarm blood, Now is the time to manifest your wills, Your haughty minds and resolutions, Now opportunity is offered To try your courage and your earnest zeal, Which you always protest to Albanact, For at this time, yea at this present time, Stout fugitives come from the Scythians bounds Have pestr worser every place with mutinies: But trust me Lordings I will never cease To persecute the rascal runagates, Till all the rivers stained with their blood, Shall fully show their fatal overthrow. But tell me cousin, camest thou through the plains? And sawest thou there the faint heart fugitives Mustering their weatherbeaten soldiers, What order keep they in their marshalling? Well hast thou painted out in eloquence The portraiture of Humber and his son; As fortunate as was Policrates, Yet should they not escape our conquering swords, Or boast of ought but of our clemency. Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch, &c. Well we must remedy these outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful heads, And you good fellows for your houses burned, We will remunerate you store of gold, And built your houses by our palace gate. It shall be done sir. Follow me soldiers, follow Albanact ; Pursue the Scythians flying through the field: Let none of them escape with victory: That they may know the Britain's force is more Then all the power of the trembling Huns. Injurious fortune hast thou crossed me thus? Thus in the morning of my victories, Thus in the prime of my felicity To cut me off by such hard overthrow; Had to thou no time thy rancour to declare, But in the spring of all my dignities? Hadst thou no place to spit thy venom out But on the person of young Albanact? I that ere while did scare mine enemies, And drove them almost to a shameful flight, I that ere while full lion-like did fare Amongst the dangers of the thick thronged pikes, Must now depart most lamentably slain By Humbers treacheries and Fortune's spites: Cursed be their charms, damned be her cursed charms That does delude the wayward hearts of men, Of men that trust unto her fickle wheel, Which never leaveth turning upside down. Oh gods, Oh heavens, allot me but the place Where I may find her hateful mansion, I'll pass the Alps to watery Mere e, Where fiery hoebus in his chariot The wheels whereof are dect with Emeralds, Can to such a heat, yea such a scorching heat, And spoileth Flora of her checkered grass, I'll overrun the mountain Cancusus, Where fell Chimaera in her triple shape Rolleth hight flames from out her monstrous paunch, Scaring the beasts with issue of her gorge, I'll pass the frozen Zone where ysy flakes Stopping the passage of the fleeting ships Do j, Like mountains in the congealed sea, Where if I find that hateful house of hers, I'll pull the fickle wheel from out her h nds, And tie her self in everlasting bans: But all in vain I breath these threatenings, The day is lost, the Huns are conquerors, Worser one is slain, my men are done to death, The currents swift, swim violently with blood And last, Oh that this last night so long last, My self with wounds passed all recovery, Must leave my crown for Humber to possess. Nay let them fly that fear to die the death That tremble at the name of fatal mors, Neu r shall proud Humber boast or brag himself That he hath put young Albanact to flight, And least he should triumph at my decay, This sword shall reave his master of his life, That oft hath saved his masters doubtful life: But o my brothers if you care for me, Revenge my worser ath upon his traitorous head. Et vos queis domus ect nigrantis regia ditis, Qui regitis rigido stigios mother amine lucos: Nox caeci r gina poli furialis Erinnis Worser ique de aeque omnes Albanum olliteregem Tollit flumi v dis rigidaque palude Nunc me fata voca to, hoc condam pectore ferrum. Oh what hath he done, his nose bleeds? but o I smel a fox, Look where my master lies, master, master. It grieves me lordings that my subjects goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scythians, Who as you see with lightfoot foragers Depopulate the places where they come, But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camest unto Cathuesia. Where are your houses, where's your dwelling place?