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Locrine was left the foveraine Lord of all ;

But AlbanaEt had all the northern part,
Which of himself Albania he did call;
And Camber did poffefs the western quart,
Which Severn now from Logris doth depart:
And each his portion peaceably enjoy’d,
Ne was there outward breach, nor grudge in heart,

That once their quiet government annoyd,
But each his pains to others profit still employ’d.

Until a nation strange, with visage swart,

And courage fierce, that all men did affray,
Which through the world then swarm'd in every part,
And overflow'd all countries far away,
Like Noyes great flood, with their importune sway,
This land invaded with like violence,
And did themselves through all the north display :

Until that Locrine for his realms defence,
Did head against them make, and strong munificence.

He them encountred, (a confused rout)

Foreby the River, that whilome was hight
The ancient Abus, where with courage tout
He them defeated in victorious fight,
And chaft so fiercely after fearful Aight,
That forft their chieftain, for his fateties fake
(Their chieftain Humber named was aright)

Unto the mighty stream him to betake,
Where he an end of battle, and of life did make.

The King returned proud of victory,

And infolent wox through unwonted ease,
That shortly he forgot the jeopardy,
Which in his land he lately did appease,
And fell to vain voluptuous disease:
He lov'd fair Lady Estrild, leudly lov’d,
Whose wanton pleasures him too much did please,

That quite his heart from Guendolene remov'd,
From Guendolene his wife, though always faithful prov'd.

The noble daughter of Corineus,

Would not endure to be so vile disdain'd;
But gach'ring force, and courage valorous,
Encountred him in battle well ordain's,
In which him vanquisht she to fly constrain’d :
But she so fast pursew'd, that him she took,
And threw in bands, where he till death remaind;

Als his fair Leman, Aying through a brook,
She over hent, nought moved with her picious look.

But both her self, and eke her daughter dear,

Begotten by her Kingly paramour,
The fair Sabrina almost dead with fear,
She there attached, far from all succour;
The one she New in that impatient stour :
But the fad virgin innocent of all,
Adown the rolling river she did pour,

Which of her name now Severn men do call :
Such was the end that to disoyal love did fall.

Then for her son, which she to Locrine bore

(Madan was young, unmeet the rule of sway)
In her own hand the crown she kept in store,
Till riper years he raught, and stronger stay :
During which time, her powre she did display
Through all this realm (the glory of her lex)
And firit taught men a woman to obey :

But when her son to mans estate did wex,
She it surrendered, ne her self would longer vex.

Tho Madan reign'd, unworthy of his race :

For with all shame that sacred throne he fil'd:
Next Memprise, as unworthy of that place,
In which being consorted with Manild,
For thirst of single Kingdom him he kill'd.
But Ebrank falved both their infamies
With noble deeds, and warrey'd on Brunchild

In Henault, where yet of his victories
Brave monuments remain, which yet that land envies,

An happy man in his first days he was,

And happy father of fair progeny :
For all so many weeks as the year has,
So many children he did multiply ;
Of which were twenty sons, which did apply
Their minds to praife, and chevalrous desire:
Those Germans did subdue all Germany,

Of whom it hight; but in the end their fire,
With foul repulse, from France was forced to recire.

Which blot, his fon succeeding in his feat,

The fecond Brute (the second both in name
And eke in semblance of his puiffance great)
Right well recur'd, and did away that blame
With recompence of everlasting fame.
He with his victor sword first opened
The bowels of wide France, a forlorn dame,

And taught her first how to be conquered ;
Since which, with fundry spoils she hath been ransacked.

Let Scaldis tell, and let tell Hania,

And let the marsh of Esthambruges tell,
What colour were there waters that same day,
And all the moor twixt Elversbam and Dell,
With blood of Henalois, which therein fell.
How oft that day did fad Brunchildis see
The green shield dy'd in dolorous vermill?

That not Scuitb guiridh it mote seem to be;
But rather yScuitb gogh, sign of sad cruelty.

His Son King Leill, by Fathers labour long,

Enjoy’d an heritage of lasting peace.
And built Cairleill, and built Cairleon strong.
Next Hudibrass his realm did not encrease,
But taught the land from weary wars to cease.
Whose footsteps Bladud following, in arts
ExcePd at Athens all the learned preace,

From whence he brought them to these falvage parts, And with sweet science mollifide their stubborn hearts.

Ensample of his wondrous faculty,

Behold the boiling baths at Cairbadon,
Which seeth with secret fire eternally,
And in their entrails, full of quick brimston,
Nourish the fames, which they are warm’d upon,
That to her people wealch they forth do well,
And health to every foreign nation :

Yet he at last contending to excel
The reach of men, through night into fond mischief fell.

Next him King Leyr in happy peace long reign'd,

But had no issue male him to succeed,
But three fair daughters, which were well uptrain'd.
In all thạc seemed fit for Kingly seed :
Mongst whom his realm he equally decreed
To have divided, tho' when feeble age
Nigh to his utmost date he saw proceed,

He call'd his daughters; and with speeches sage Inquir'd, which of them most did love her parentage.

The eldest, Gonorill, 'gan to protest,

That she much more than her own life him lov'd;
And Regan greater love to him profest,
Than alĩ the world, whenever it were prov'd;
But Cordeill said, she lov'd him, as behov'd:
Whose simple answer, wanting colours fair
To paint it forth, him to displeasance movid,

That in his crown he counted her no heir,
But twixt the other twain his Kingdom whole did share.

So wedded th'one to Maglan King of Scots,

And th'other to the King of Cambria,
And twixt them shar'a his realm by equal lots :
But without dowre the wise Cordelia
Was sent to Aganip of Celtica.
Their aged Sire, thus eased of his crown,
A private life led in Albania,

With Gonorill, long had in great renown, Thatnought him griev'd to been from rule deposed down Vol. I,


But true it is, that when the oil is spent,

The light goes out, and wike is thrown away ;
So when he had resign’d his regiment,
His daughter 'gan despise his drooping day,
And weary wax of his continual stay.
Tho to his daughter Regen he repair'd,
Who him at firit well used every way;

But when of his departure she despair’d,
Her bounty she abated, and his chear empair'd,

The wretched man 'gan then avife too late,
That love is not, where most it is profest ;
Too truly try'd in his extreamest state :
At last, resolv'd likewise to prove the rest,
He to Cordelia himself addrest,
Who with entire affection him receiv’d,
As for her Sire and King her seemed best;

And after all an army strong she leav’d,
To war on those, which him had of his realm bereav'd

So to his crown she him restor'd again,

Ih which he dy'd, made ripe for death by eld,
And after will'd it should to her remain :
Who peaceably the same long time did weld :
And all mens hearts in due obedience held :
Till that her sisters children woxen strong,
Through proud ambition against her rebeld,
And overcomen kept in prison long,
of that wretched life, her self the hong

Then 'gan the bloody brethren both to reign:

But fierce Cundah 'gan shortly to envy
Her brother Morgan, prickt with proud disdain
To have a peer in part of soverainty;
And kindling coals of cruel eninity,
Rais'd war, and him in battle overthrew :
Whence as he to those woody hills did fly,

Which hight of him Glamorgan, there him New;
Then did he reign alone, when he none equal knew.

Till weary

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