How doth he overlook with haughty front My fleeting hosts, and lifts his lofty face Against us all that now do fear his force, Like as we see the wrathful sea from far, In a great mountain heaped, with hideous noise, With thousand billows beat against the ships, And toss them in the waves like tennis balls.
[Sound the alarm.]
Aye me, I fear my Hubba is surprised.
[Sound again. Enter Albanact.]
ALBA.
Follow me, soldiers, follow Albanact;
Pursue the Scithians flying through the field:
Let none of them escape with victory;
That they may know the Brittains' force is more Than all the power of the trembling Huns.
THRASIMACHUS.
Forward, brave soldiers, forward! keep the chase.
He that takes captive Humber or his son Shall be rewarded with a crown of gold.
[Sound alarm, then let them fight, Humber give back, Hubba enter at their backs, and kill Debon, let Strumbo fall down, Albanact run in, and afterwards enter wounded.]
ALBA.
Injurious fortune, hast thou crossed me thus?
Thus, in the morning of my victories, Thus, in the prime of my felicity, To cut me off by such hard overthrow!
Hadst thou no time thy rancor to declare, But in the spring of all my dignities?
