Full four score years hath Corineius lived, Sometime in war, sometime in quiet peace, And yet I feel my self to be as strong As erst I was in summer of mine age, Able to toss this great unwieldy club Which hath been painted with my foemen's brains;And with this club I'll break the strong array Of Humber and his straggling soldiers, Or lose my life amongst the thickest prease, And die with honour in my latest days.
Yet ere I die they all shall understand What force lies in stout Corineius' hand.
THRASIMACHUS.
And if Thrasimachus detract the fight, Either for weakness or for cowardice, Let him not boast that Brutus was his eame, Or that brave Corineius was his sire.
LOCRINE.
Then courage, soldiers, first for your safety, Next for your peace, last for your victory.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III. SCENE V. The field of battle.
[Sound the alarm. Enter Hubba and Segar at one door, and Corineius at the other.]
CORINEIUS.
Art thou that Humber, prince of fugitives, That by thy treason slewst young Albanact?
HUBBA.
I am his son that slew young Albanact, And if thou take not heed, proud Phrigian, I'll send thy soul unto the Stigian lake, There to complain of Humber's injuries.
CORINEIUS.
