BRUTUS. Then, loyal peers, since you are all agreed, And resolute to follow Brutus hosts, Favor my sons, favor these Orphans, Lords, And shield them from the dangers of their foes. Locrine, the column of my family, And only pillar of my weakened age, Locrine, draw near, draw near unto thy sire, And take thy latest blessings at his hands: And for thou art the eldest of my sons, Be thou a captain to thy brethren, And imitate thy aged father’s steps, Which will conduct thee to true honor’s gate; For if thou follow sacred virtue’s lore, Thou shalt be crowned with a laurel branch, And wear a wreath of sempiternal fame, Sorted amongst the glorious happy ones. LOCRINE. If Locrine do not follow your advise, And bear himself in all things like a prince That seeks to amplify the great renown Left unto him for an inheritage By those that were his ancestors, Let me be flung into the Ocean, And swallowed in the bowels of the earth, Or let the ruddy lightning of great Jove Descend upon this my devoted head. BRUTUS. [_Taking Gwendoline by the hand_.] But for I see you all to be in doubt, Who shall be matched with our royal son, Locrine, receive this present at my hand, A gift more rich than are the wealthy mines Found in the bowels of America. Thou shalt be spoused to fair Gwendoline; Love her, and take her, for she is thine own, If so thy uncle and herself do please. CORINEUS. And herein how your highness honors me It cannot now be in my speech expressed; For careful parents glory not so much At their honour and promotion, As for to see the issue of their blood Seated in honor and prosperity. GWENDOLINE. And far be it from any maiden’s thoughts To contradict her aged father’s will. Therefore, since he to whom I must obey Hath given me now unto your royal self, I will not stand aloof from off the lure, Like crafty dames that most of all deny That which they most desire to possess. BRUTUS. [_Turning to Locrine. Locrine kneeling_.] Then now, my son, thy part is on the stage, For thou must bear the person of a King. [_Puts the Crown on his head._] Locrine, stand up, and wear the regal Crown, And think upon the state of Majesty, That thou with honor well mayest wear the crown. And if thou tendrest these my latest words, As thou requirest my soul to be at rest, As thou desirest thine own security, Cherish and love thy new betrothed wife. LOCRINE. No longer let me well enjoy the crown, Than I do honour peerless Gwendoline. BRUTUS. Camber. CAMBER. My Lord. BRUTUS. The glory of mine age, And darling of thy mother Imogen, Take thou the South for thy dominion. From thee there shall proceed a royal race, That shall maintain the honor of this land, And sway the regal scepter with their hands. [_Turning to Albanact._]