And in the fields of martial Cambria, Close by the boistrous Iscan's silver streams, Where lightfoot fairies skip from bank to bank, Full twenty thousand brave courageous knights, Well exercised in feats of chivalry, In manly manner most invincible, Young Camber hath with gold and victual:

All these and more, if need shall more require, I offer up to venge my brother's death.

LOCRINE.

Thanks, loving uncle, and good brother, too;

For this revenge, for this sweet word, revenge Must ease and cease my wrongful injuries.

And by the sword of bloody Mars, I swear, Ne'er shall sweet quiet enter this my front, Till I be venged on his traitorous head That slew my noble brother Albanact.

Sound drums and trumpets; muster up the camp.

For we will straight march to Albania.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III. SCENE II. The banks of the river, afterward the Humber.

[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: