I need not, I, the sequel shall declare, What tragic chances fall out in this war.

ACT II. SCENE I.

[Enter Humber, Hubba, Estrild, Segar, and their soldiers.]

HUMBER.

At length the snail doth clime the highest tops, Ascending up the stately castle walls;At length the water with continual drops, Doth penetrate the hardest marble stone;At length we are arrived in Albion.

Nor could the barbarous Dacian sovereign, Nor yet the ruler of brave Belgia, Stay us from cutting over to this Isle, Whereas I hear a troop of Phrigians Under the conduct of Postumius' son, Have pitched up lordly pavilions, And hope to prosper in this lovely Isle.

But I will frustrate all their foolish hope, And teach them that the Scithian Emperour Leads fortune tied in a chain of gold, Constraining her to yield unto his will, And grace him with their regal diadem, Which I will have mauger their treble hosts, And all the power their petty kings can make.

HUBBA.