The gentle blasts of Eurus, modest wind, Moving the pittering leaves of Silvan's woods, Do equal it with Temp's paradise;And thus consorted all to one effect, Do make me think these are the happy Isles, Most fortunate, if Humber may them win.

HUBBA.

Madam, where resolution leads the way, And courage follows with imboldened pace, Fortune can never use her tyranny;For valiantness is like unto a rock That standeth in the waves of Ocean, Which though the billows beat on ever side, And Boreas fell with his tempestuous storms Bloweth upon it with a hideous clamour, Yet it remaineth still unmoveable.

HUMBER.

Kingly resolved, thou glory of thy sire.

But, worthy Segar, what uncouth novelties Bringst thou unto our royal majesty?

SEGAR.

My Lord, the youngest of all Brutus' sons, Stout Albanact, with millions of men, Approacheth nigh, and meaneth, ere the morn, To try your force by dint of fatal sword.

HUMBER.

Tut, let him come with millions of hosts;

He shall find entertainment good enough.

Yea, fit for those that are our enemies:

For we'll receive them at the lance's points, And massacre their bodies with our blades: