HUBBA

If she that rules fair Rha nis golden gate Grant us the honour of the victory, As hitherto she always favoured us, Right noble father, we will rule the land, Enthronized in seats of Topace stones, That Locrine and his brothers all may know, None must be king but Humber and his son. Madam, where resolution leads the way, And courage follows with emboldened pace, Fortune can never use her tyranny, For valiantness is Like unto a rock That stands in the waves of Ocean, Which though the billows Beatrice on every side, And Borras fell with his tempestuous storms, Blows upon it with a hideous clamour, Yet it remains still unmovable. Now by great Jove the supreme king of hea ven, And the immortal gods that live therein, When as the morning shows his cheerful face, And Lucifer mounted upon his steed, Brings in the chariot of the golden sun, I'll meet young Albanact in the open field, And crack my lance upon his burgane , To try the valour of his boyish strength: There will I show such ruthful spectacles And cause so great effusion of blood, That all his boys shall wonder at my strength: As when the warlike queen of Amazon, Penthisilea armed with her lance, Girded with a corslet of bright shining steel, Coupt up the fainthart Grecians in the camp. This unexpected honour noble sir , Will p ick my courage unto braver deeds, And cause me to attempt such hard exploits, That all the world shall found of Hubba's name. Let come what will, I mean to bear it ou , And either live with glorious victory, Or die with am 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 God with ease, Which thousand dangers do accompany, For nothing can dismayour regal mind, Which aims at nothing but a golden crown, The only upshot of mine enterprises, Were they enchanted in grim Plutos court, And kept for treasure amongst his hellish crew, I would either quell the triple Cerberus And all the army of his would efull hags, Or roll the stone with wretched Sisiphon. I am his son that slew young Albanact, And if thou take not heed proud Phrigian, I'll send thy soul unto the Stigian lake, There to complain of Humbers injuries.