You triumph, sir, before the victory, For Corineius is not so soon slain.

But, cursed Scithians, you shall rue the day That ere you came into Albania.

So perish thy that envy Brittain's wealth, So let them die with endless infamy;And he that seeks his sovereign's overthrow, Would this my club might aggravate his woe.

[Strikes them both down with his club.]

ACT III. SCENE VI. Another part of the field.

[Enter Humber.]

HUMBER.

Where may I find some desert wilderness, Where I may breath out curse as I would, And scare the earth with my condemning voice;Where every echoes repercussion May help me to bewail mine overthrow, And aide me in my sorrowful laments?

Where may I find some hollow uncoth rock, Where I may damn, condemn, and ban my fill The heavens, the hell, the earth, the air, the fire, And utter curses to the concave sky, Which may infect the airy regions, And light upon the Brittain Locrine's head?

You ugly sprites that in Cocitus mourn, And gnash your teeth with dolorous laments:

You fearful dogs that in black Laethe howl, And scare the ghosts with your wide open throats:

You ugly ghosts that, flying from these dogs, Do plunge your selves in Puryflegiton: