This honest fellow and I had our mansion cottage in the suburbs of this city, hard by the temple of Mercury. And by the common soldiers of the Shitens, the Scithians— what do you call them?—with all the suburbs were burnt to the ground, and the ashes are left there, for the country wives to wash bucks withall. And that which grieves me most, My loving wife, (O cruel strife!) The wicked flames did roast. And therefore, captain crust, We will continually cry, Except you seek a remedy Our houses to reedify Which now are burnt to dust. BOTH CRY. Wild fire and pitch, wild fire and pitch. ALBA. Well, we must remedy these outrages, And throw revenge upon their hateful heads. And you, good fellows, for your houses burnst, We will remunerate you store of gold, And build your houses by our palace gate. STRUMBO. Gate! O petty treason to my person! nowhere else but by your backside? Gate! Oh how I am vexed in my collar! Gate! I cry God mercy! Do you hear, master king? If you mean to gratify such poor men as we be, you must build our houses by the Tavern. ALBA. It shall be done, sir. STRUMBO. Near the Tavern, aye! by lady, sir, it was spoken like a good fellow. Do you hear, sir? when our house is builded, if you do chance to pass or repass that way, we will bestow a quart of the best wine upon you. [_Exit._] ALBA. It grieves me, lordings, that my subjects’ goods Should thus be spoiled by the Scithians, Who, as you see, with lightfoot foragers Depopulate the places where they come. But cursed Humber thou shalt rue the day That ere thou camest unto Cathnesia. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. The camp of Humber Enter Humber, Hubba, Trussier and their soldiers. HUMBER. Hubba, go take a coronet of our horse, As many lancers, and light armed knights As may suffice for such an enterprise, And place them in the grove of Caledon. With these, when as the skirmish doth increase, Retire thou from the shelters of the wood, And set upon the weakened Troyans’ backs, For policy joined with chivalry Can never be put back from victory. [_Exit._] Albanact enter and say, clowns with him. ALBA. Thou base born Hun, how durst thou be so bold As once to menace warlike Albanact, The great commander of these regions? But thou shalt buy thy rashness with thy death, And rue too late thy over bold attempts; For with this sword, this instrument of death, That hath been drenched in my foe-men’s blood, I’ll separate thy body from they head, And set that coward blood of thine abroach. STRUMBO. Nay, with this staff, great Strumbo’s instrument, I’ll crack thy cockscomb, paltry Scithian. HUMBER. Nor wreak I of thy threat, thou princox boy, Nor do I fear thy foolish insolency; And but thou better use thy bragging blade, Then thou doest rule thy overflowing tongue, Superbious Brittain, thou shalt know too soon The force of Humber and his Scithians. [_Let them fight. Humber and his soldiers run in._] STRUMBO. O horrible, terrible.