The boisterous Boreas thundreth forth revenge;The stony rocks cry out on sharp revenge;
The thorny bush pronounceth dire revenge.
[Sound the alarm.]
Now, Corineius, stay and see revenge, And feed thy soul with Locrine's overthrow.
Behold, they come; the trumpets call them forth;The roaring drums summon the soldiers.
Lo, where their army glistereth on the plains!
Throw forth thy lightning, mighty Jupiter, And power thy plagues on cursed Locrine's head.
[Stand aside.]
[Enter Locrine, Estrild, Assarachus, Sabren and their soldiers at one door: Thrasimachus, Gwendoline, Madan and their followers at an other.]
LOCRINE.
What, is the tiger started from his cave?
Is Gwendoline come from Cornubia, That thus she braveth Locrine to the teeth?
And hast thou found thine armour, pretty boy, Accompanied with these thy straggling mates?
Believe me, but this enterprise was bold, And well deserveth commendation.
GWENDOLINE.
Aye, Locrine, traitorous Locrine! we are come, With full pretence to seek thine overthrow.
What have I done, that thou shouldst scorn me thus?
What have I said, that thou shouldst me reject?
Have I been disobedient to thy words?
Have I bewrayed thy Arcane secrecy?