Locrine

So valiant Brute, the terror of the world, Whose only looks did scare his enemies, The Archer death brought to his latest end.

勇敢的布鲁特，世界的恐怖，他的目光就足以吓退敌人，弓箭手的死神带他走向了最终的结局。

My sinews shrunk, my numbed senses fail, A chilling cold possesseth all my bones; Black ugly death, with visage pale and wan, Presents himself before my dazzled eyes, And with his dart prepared is to strike.

我的筋肉萎缩，麻木的感官失效，冰冷的寒意侵袭我的全身；丑陋的死神，面色苍白，出现在我眩晕的眼前，准备用他的箭矢打击。