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Pet. Not yet, sir, for I think they mean to I am persuaded they love me: I never lodge him;
Blasphemed them, uncle, nor transgressed my Take him I know they dare not, 'twill be dan- parents; gerous.
I always said my prayers.
Hengo. Weary, uncle ?
Suet. All the noble counsel,
Hengo. Am not I
[Aside. Car. Yes. Suet. All the comfort;
Hengo. And am not I as fully allied unto you And tell the soldier, 'twas on our command In those brave things, as blood ? He drew not to the battle.
Car. Thou art too tender. Pet. I conceive, sir,
Hengo. To go upon my legs ? they were made And will do that shall cure all.
to bear me. Suet. Bring him with you
I can play twenty mile a-day; I see no reason, Before the queen's fort, and his forces with him; But, to preserve my country and myself, There you shall find us following of our conquest. I should march forty. Make haste!
Car. What wouldst thou be, living Pet. The best I may.
[Exit. To wear a man's strength? Suet. And, noble gentlemen,
Hengo. Why, a Caratach, Up to your companies! we'll presently
A Roman-hater, a scourge sent from heaven Upon the queen's pursuit. There's nothing donc To whip these proud thieves from our kingdom. Till she be seized; without her, nothing won.
[Drun. [Ereunt. Short flourish. Hark, uncle, hark! I hear a drum. SCENE II.
Enter Judas and his people to the door. Enter CARATACH and Hengo.
Judas. Beat softly,
Softly, I say; they're here. Who dare charge? Car. How does my boy?
1 Sold. He, Hengo. I would do well; my heart's well; That dares be knocked on the head : I'll not I do not fear.
come near him. Car. My good boy!
Judas. Retire again, and watch then. How Hengo. I know, uncle,
he stares ! We must all die; my little brother died, He has eyes would kill a dragon. Mark the boy I saw him die, and he died smiling; sure
well; There's no great pain in it, uncle. But pray tell If we could take or kill him-A pox on ye, me,
How fierce ye look ! See, how he broods the Whither must we go when we're dead?
boy? Car. Strange questions !
The devil dwells in his scabbard. Back, I say! Why, to the blessedest place, boy-Ever sweet- Apace, apace ! he has found us. [They retire.
Car. Do ye hunt us? And happiness dwell there,
Hengo. Uncle, good uncle, see! the thin starved Hengo. Will you come to me?
rascal, Car. Yes, my sweet boy.
The eating Roman, see where he thrids the Hengo. Mine aunt too, and my
thickets: Car. All, my good child.
Kill him, dear uncle, kill him! one good blow Hengo. No Romans, uncle?
To knock his brains into his breech; strike Car. No, boy.
his head off. Hengo. I should be loth to meet them there. Car. Do ye make us foxes? Car. No ill men,
Here, hold my charging-staff, and keep the place, That live by violence, and strong oppression,
boy! Come thither; 'tis for those the gods love, good I am at bay, and like a bull I'll bear me,
Stand, stand, ye rogues, ye squirrels ! [Erila Hengo. Why, then, I care not when I go, for Hengo. Now he pays them; surely
Oh, that I had a man's strength!
Before I starve, my sweet-faced gentleman,
I'll try your favour.
Car. A right complete soldier ! Mine own, I thank my fortune.
Come, chicken, let's go seek some place of strength Hengo. Uncle, uncle !
(The country's full of scouts) to rest a while in; Famine is fallen upon me, uncle.
Thou wilt not else be able to endure Judas. Come, sir,
The journey to my country. Fruits and water Yield willingly, (your uncle's out of hearing) Must be your food a while, boy. I'll tickle your young tail else.
Hengo. Any thing; Hergo. I defy thee,
I can eat moss, nay, I can live on anger, Thou mock-made man of mat? Charge home, To vex these Romans. Let's be wary, uncle. sirrah !
Car. I warrant thee; come cheerfully. Hang thee, base slave, thou shakest..
Hengo. And boldly!
(Ereunt. Judas. Upon my conscience, The boy will beat me! how it looks, how bravely,
Enter Penius, Drusius, and REGULUS. Hengo. Thou darest not cut my finger; here 'tis, touch it.
Reg. The soldier shall not grieve you.
Look not upon me, as ye
honours ! Come, here's an apple, yield.
I am so cold a coward, my infection
Will choke your virtues like a damp else.
Reg. Most honoured sir!
Pen. Most hated, most abhorred! Hengo. When, sir?
and then ye know me, nay, ye please me. I long to kill thee ! Come, thou canst not escape Oh, my dear credit, my dear credit? me;
Drus. The good gods cure it!
Pen. My honour got through fire, through stubA dwarf devil in a doublet!
born breaches, Hengo. I have killed
Through battles, that have been as hard to win A captain, sirrah, a brave captain, and when I've as heaven, done,
Through Death himself, in all his horrid trims, I've kicked him thus. Look here; see how I charge Is gone for ever, ever, ever, gentlemen! This staff!
And now I'm left to scornful tales and laughters, Judas. Most certain this boy will cut my throat To hootings at, pointing with fingers, ' That's he, yet.
« That's the brave gentleman forsook the battle,
· The most wise Penius, the disputing coward! Enter two Soldiers running.
Oh, my good sword, break from my side, and kill 1 Sold. Flee, flee! he kills us.
me; 2 Sold. He comes, he comes !
Cut out the coward from
heart! Judas. The devil take the hindmost!
Reg. You are none.
[E.reunt Judas, &c. Pen. He lies, that says so; by heaven, he lies, Hengo. Run, run, ye rogues, ye precious rogues,
lies basely, ye rank rogues !
Baser than I have done! Come, soldiers, seek me; A comes, a comes, a comes, a comes ! that's he, I have robbed ye of your virtues! Justice seek me; boys!
I have broke my fair obedience! Last, Shame What a brave cry they make!
Take me, and swallow me, make ballads of me, Enter CARATACH, with a head.
Shame, endless shame! and, pray, you forsake Car. How does my chicken? Hengo. 'Faith, uncle, grown a soldier, a great Drus. What shall we do? soldier;
Pen. Good gentlemen, forsake me; For, by the virtue of your charging-staff, You were not wont to be commanded. Friends, And a strange fighting face I put upon it, I've out-braved Hunger.
And do not fear; for, as I am a coward, Car. That's my boy, my sweet boy!
I will not hurt myself, (when that mind takes
me, Here, here's a Roman's head for thee.
I'll call to you, and ask your help) I dare not. Hengo. Good provision !
Throws himself upon the ground.
pray do it,
Pet. Your leave, sir; Pet. Good-morrow, gentlemen! Where's the And I beseech you note me, for I love you, tribune?
And bring along all comfort: Are we gods, Reg. There.
Allied to no infirmities? are our natures Drus. Whence come you, good Petillius? More than men's natures? When we slip a little Pet. From the general.
Out of the way of virtue, are we lost? Drus. With what, for Heaven's sake?
Is there no medicine called sweet mercy? Pet. With good counsel, Drusius,
Pen. None, Petillius; And love, to comfort him.
There is no mercy in mankind can reach me, Drus. Good Regulus,
Nor is it fit it should; I've sinned beyond it. Step to the soldier and allay his anger;
Pet. Forgiveness meets with all faults.
"Tis loss of whole man in me, my discretion,
He would, as far as honour durst direct him, To cut all credit from the soldier? Sure
Make even with any fault; but 'tis not honest, If this man mean to live, (as I should think it Nor in his power : examples, that may nourish Beyond belief) he must retire, where never Neglect and disobedience in whole bodies, The name of Rome, the voice of arms, or honour, And totter the estates and faiths of armies, Was known or heard of yet. He's certain dead, Must not be played withal; nor out of pity Or strongly means it; he's no soldier else, Make a general forget his duty; No Roman in him; all he has done but outside, Nor dare I hope more from himn than is worthy. Fought either drunk or desperate. Now he rises. Pet. What would you do? How does lord Penius?
Pen. Die. Pen. As you see.
Pet. So would sullen children, Pet. I'm glad on't ;
Women that want their wills, slaves disobedient, Continue so still. The lord general,
That fear the law. Die? Fy, great captain! you The valiant general, great Suetonius,
A man to rule men, to have thousand lives Pen. No more of me is spoken; my name is Under your regiment, and let your passion perished.
Betray your reason? I bring you all forgiveness, Pet. He that commanded fortune and the day, The noblest kind commends, your place, your By his own valour and discretion,
honour(When, as some say, Penius refused to come, Pen. Prithee no more; tis foolish. Didst not But I believe them not) sent me to see you.
thou Pen. Ye are welcome; and pray see me, see (By Heaven, thou didst; I overheard thee, there, me well;
There where thou standest now) deliver me for You shall not see me long.
rascal, Pet. I hope so, Penius.
Poor, dead, cold coward, miserable, wretched, The gods defend, sir !
If I outlive this ruin? Pen. See me and understand me: This is he, Pet. I? Left to fill up your triumph; he, that basely Pen. And thou didst it nobly, Whistled his honour off to the wind, that coldly Like a true man, a soldier; and I thank thee, Shrunk in his politic head, when Rome, like I thank thee, good Petillius, thus I thank thee ! reapers,
Pet. Since you are so justly made up, let me Sweat blood and spirit for a glorious harvest, And bound it up, and brought it off; that fool, 'Tis fit you die indeed. That, having gold and copper offered him,
Pen. Oh, how thou lovest me! Refused the wealth, and took the waste; that sol- Pet. For say he had forgiven you, say the peodier,
ple's whispers That being courted by loud Fame and Fortune, Were tame again, the time run out for wonder, Labour in one hand that propounds us gods, What must your own command think, from whose And, in the other, Glory that creates us,
swords Yet durst doubt and be damned !
You have taken off the edges, from whose valours Pet. It was an error.
The due and recompense of arms; nay, made it Pen. A foul one, and a black one.
doubtful Pet. Yet the blackest
Whether they knew obedience! must not these May be washed white again.
Say they are won to pardon' you, by mere miracle | The great and honoured Penius !
Pen. Those were mine,
Pet. They are still.
Pen. Then, to keep them You may live still; but how? yet pardon me: From ever falling more, have at ye! Heavens, You may out-wear all too; but when ? and cer- Ye everlasting powers, I'm yours : The work is tain
Kills himself. There is a mercy for each fault, if tamely That neither fire, nor age, nor melting envy, A man will take it upon conditions.
Shall'ever conquer. Carry my last words Pen. No, by no means: I am only thinking To the great general: kiss his hands, and say, now, sir,
My soul I give to Heaven, my fault to justice, (For I am resolved to go) of a most base death, which I have done upon myself; my virtue, Fitting the baseness of any fault. I'll hang.
If ever there was any.
Penius, Pet. You shall not; you are a gentleman I Made more, and happier, light on him!—I fainthonour;
And where there is a foe, I wish him fortune. I would else flatter you, and force you live, I die. Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earth! [Dies. Which is far baser. Hanging? 'tis a dog's death, Pet. And on my sin! Farewell, great Penius! An end for slaves.
The soldier is in fury; now I'm glad [Noise wiPen. The fitter for my baseness.
thin, Pet. Besides, the man, that is hanged, preaches 'Tis done before he comes. This way
me, his end,
The way of toil; for thee, the way of honour ! And sits a sign for all the world to gape at.
[Erit. Pen. That is true ;, I'll take a fitter : poison. Pet. No,
Enter Drusius and REGULUS, with soldiers. 'Tis equal ill; the death of rats and women, Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him! Lovers, and lazy boys, that fear correction; Drus. What will ye do? Die like a man.
Reg. Good soldiers, honest soldiersPen. Why, my sword, then.
Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him! Pet. Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir,
Drus. Kill us first; we command too. There is nothing under heaven that's like your Reg. Valiant soldiers, sword;
Consider but whose life ve seck.-Oh, Drusius, Your sword is a death indeed!
Bid him be gone; he dies else.-Shall Rome say, Pen. It shall be sharp, sir.
Ye most approved soldiers, her dear children Pet. Why, Mithridates was an arrant ass Devoured the fathers of the fight? shall rage To die by poison, if all Bosphorus
And stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughCould lend him swords: Your sword must do the ter, deed;
To slaughter of their own, to civil ruin? Tis shaine to die choaked, fame to die and bleed. Drus. Oh, let them in; all's done, all's ended, Pen. Thou hast confirmed me; and, my good Regulus; Petillius,
Penius has found his last eclipse. Come, soldiers, Tell me no more I may live.
Come, and behold your miseries; come bravely, Pet. 'Twas my commission;
Full of your mutinous and bloody angers, But now I see you in a nobler way,
And here bestow your darts. Oh, only Roman! A way to make all even.
Oh, father of the wars ! Pen. Farewell, captain !
Reg. Why stand ye stupid? Be a good man, and fight well; be obedient; Where be your killing furies? whose sword now Command thyself, and then thy men. Why sha- Shall first be sheathed in Penius? Do ye weep? kest thou ?
Howl out, ye wretches ! ye have cause; howl ever! Pet. I do not, sir.
Who shall now lead ye fortunate? whose valour Pen. I would thou hadst, Petillius !
Preserve ye to the glory of your country? I would find something to forsake the world with, Who shall march out before ye, coyed and courted Worthy the man that dies: a kind of earthquake By all the mistresses of war, Care, Counsel, Through all stern valours but mine own, Quick-eyed Experience, and Victory twined to Pet. I feel now
him? A kind of trembling in me.
Who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance Pen. Keep it still;
To speak your names, and keep your honours liAs thou lovest virtue, keep it.
ving, Pet. And, brave captain,
When children fail, and Time, that takes all with | To these fierce men, they will afford ye pity.
him, Build houses for ye to oblivion?
Enter PetillIUS, who whispers SUBTONIUS. Drus. Oh, ye poor desperate fools, no more Bond. Pity? Thou fearful girl, 'tis for those now soldiers,
wretches, Go home, and hang your arms up; let rust rot That misery makes tame. Wouldst thou live less? them;
Wast not thou born a princess? Can my blood, And humble your stern valours to soft prayers ! And thy brave father's spirit, suffer in thee For ye have sunk the frame of all your
virtues ; So base a separation from thyself, The sun, that warmed your bloods, is set for ever. As mercy from these tyrants ? Say they had I'll kiss thy honoured cheek. Farewell, great Pe- mercy, nius,
The devil a relenting conscience,
Suet. He is dead then?
Curius, and Soldiers : Bonduca, two Daugh- Even to the hazard of my life
Suet. No more :
Suet. Once more, mercy,
Mercy to all that yield !
Bond. I scorn to answer;
1 Daugh. General, Dec. Yield, queen.
Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me, Bond. I am unacquainted with that language, Directly in my face, my woman's face, Roman.
Whose only beauty is the hate it bears ye; Suet. Yield, honoured lady, and expect our Sce with thy narrowest eyes, thy sliarpest wishes, mercy;
Into my soul, and see what there inhabits; We love thy nobleness.
[Exit Decius. See if one fear, one shadow of a terror, Bond. I thank ye! ye say well;
One paleness dare appear but from my anger, But mercy and love are sins in Rome and hell. To lay hold on your mercies. No, ye fools, Suet. You cannot escape our strength; you Poor Fortune's fools, we were not born for trimust yield, lady:
umphs, You must adore and fear the power of Rome. To follow your gay sports, and fill your slaves
Bond. If Rome be earthly, why should any knee With hoots and acclamations. With bending adoration worship her?
Pet. Brave behaviour ! She's vicious; and, your partial selves confess, 1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome, Aspires the height of all impiety;
as noble, Therefore 'tis fitter I should reverence
Our names before her, and our deeds her envy, The thatched houses, where the Britons dwell Must we gild o'er your conquest, make your state, In careless mirth; where the blessed household That is not fairly strong, but fortunate? gods
No, no, ye Romans ! We have ways to escape ye, See nought but chaste and simple purity. To make ye poor again, indeed our prisoners, 'Tis not high power that makes a place divine, And stick our triumphs full. Nor that the men from gods derive their line; Pet. 'Sdeath, I shall love her. But sacred thoughts, in holy bosoms stored, 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering, like Make people noble, and the place adored.
our slaves; Suet. Beat the wall deeper!
To make ye curse our patience, wish the world Bond. Beat it to the centre,
Were lost again, to win us only, and esteem We will not sink one thought.
The end of all ambitions. Suet, I'll make ye.
Bond. Do ye wonder? Bond. No.
We'll make our monuments in spite of fortune; 2 Daugh. Oh, mother, these are fearful hours; In spite of all your eagles' wings, we'll work spcak gently
A pitch above ye; and from our heart we'll stoop