1 Daugh, And then be sure to die. Nen. It shall go hard else. [Stabs herself. In all your stories, dare do this for her honour;" They are cowards, eat coals like compelled cats: Your great saint, Lucrece, Bond. Farewell, with all my heart! We shall Died not for honour. meet yonder, Where few of these must come. Enter one with swords and a great cup. 2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune! Bond. How, how? Pet. By heaven, I am in love! I would give an hundred pound now But to lie with this woman's behaviour. Oh, the devil! 1 Daugh. Ye shall see my example: All your Rome, If I were proud and loved ambition, 2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you. If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquer Bond. Here, wench; Behold us, Romans! Do it, and nobly. 2 Daugh. Oh, do not frown, then. 1 Daugh. Do it, worthy sister; Bond. Make haste. 1 Daugh. I will-could not entice to live, But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye learn How to die bravely, Romans, to fling off This case of flesh, lose all your cares for ever? Live, as we have done, well, and fear the gods; Hunt honour, and not nations, with your swords; Keep your minds humble, your devotions high; So shall ye learn the noblest part to die. [Dies. Bond. I come, wench.-To ye all, Fate's hangmen, you, That ease the aged destinies, and cut The threads of kingdoms as they draw them! here, Here is a draught would ask no less than Cæsar To pledge it for the glory's sake! Cur. Great lady! Ye sweat for us in vain else: See him here,[Drinks. He's ours; and still our friend; laughs at your pities; And we command him with as easy reins 'Tis nothing; 'tis a pleasure: We'll go with you. As do our enemies.-I feel the poison. 2 Daugh. Oh, if I knew but whither! 1 Daugh. To the blessed; Where we shall meet our father Suet. Woman! Bond. Talk not. 1 Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is Poor vanquished Romans, with what matchless tortures Could I now rack ye! But I pity ye, To be of eminence.-Most worthy soldiers, Let me entreat your knowledge to inform me What noble body that is, which you bear With such a sad and ceremonious grief, Car. Thus we afflicted Britons climb for safe-As if ye meant to woo the world and nature, ties, And to avoid our dangers, seek destructions; Thou hast betrayed to fury, the child's fortune rows A house of rest by his blessed ancestors: Hengo..Oh, noble uncle, Look out; I dreamed we were betrayed. Car. No harm, boy; [A soft dead march within. 'Tis but thy emptiness that breeds these fancies Thou shalt have meat anon. What is thy will, Caratach? Cur. Set down the body, The body of the noblest of all Romans; As ye expect an offering at your graves From your friends' sorrows, set it down awhile, That with your griefs an enemy may mingle, (A noble enemy, that loves a soldier) And lend a tear to virtue! Even your foes, Drus. Set down the body, soldiers. Car. Thou hallowed relic, thou rich diamond, Cut with thine own dust; thou, for whose wide fame The world appears too narrow, man's all thoughts, Hengo. Was this Roman, uncle, Car. Thou never knewest thy father. Was such another picce of endless honour, Such a brave soul dwelt in him; their propor tions And faces were not much unlike, boy. Excellent nature! See how it works into his eyes! mine own boy! Hengo. The multitudes of these men, and their fortunes, Could never make me fear yet; one man's good ness Car. Oh, now thou pleasest me; weep still, my child, As if thou sawest me dead! with such a flux To place them on his hearse. Now, if ye please, Thy honoured and most sacred memory ! Drus. Thou hast done honestly, good Caratach; And when thou diest, a thousand virtuous Romans Car. Now dry thine eyes, my boy. I could have wept this hour yet. Car. Come, take cheer, And raise thy spirit, child; if but this day Thou canst bear out thy faintness, the night co ming, I'll fashion our escape. Hengo. Pray fear not me; Indeed I am very hearty. Car. Be so still; She set the sword unto her breast, Art thou there, bonny boy? And, in faith, how dost thou ? Pet. Well, gramercy; how dost thou ? He has found me, Scented me out; the shame the devil owed me, He has kept his day with. And what news, Junius? Jun. It was an old tale ten thousand times told, Pet. A cruel rogue! now he has drawn pur He hunts me like a devil. No more singing! Thou hast got a cold': Come, let us go drink some sack, boy. Jun. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I cannot laugh alone: Decius! Demetrius! Pet. Prithee no more. Jun. The admirablest fooling! Pet. Thou art the prettiest fellow! Pet. Why, Junius, Prithee away, sweet Junius! Jun. Let me sing then. Pet. Whoa, here's a stir now! Sing a song By heaven, if-prithee-pox on't, Junius! Pet. And what's your reason? Jun. What's that to you? Jun. Do so. Oh, I hear them coming. Pet. I have a little business. of Pet. Tom Puppy, Leave this way to abuse me: I have found you, But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive you. Your subtle understanding may discover, As you think, some trim toy to make you merry, Enter DECIUS, Demetrius, and CURIUS. Dem. How does the brave Petillius? Jun. Monstrous merry. We two were talking what a kind of thing I was, when I was in love; what a strange mon ster For little boys and girls to wonder at: How like a fool I looked! Dec. So they do all, Like great dull slavering fools. Jun. Petillius saw too. Pet. No more of this; it is scurvy; peace! Indeed how beastly, all I did became me! Jun. 'Tis true, and he must do it: Nor is it What victuals has he? Suet. If thou be'st guilty, Some sullen plague, thou hatest most, light upon Are double lined with soldiers; no way left us thee! The regiment return on Junius; He well deserves it. Pet. So! Suet. Draw out three companies, (Yours, Decius, Junius, and thou, Petillius) And make up instantly to Caratach; He's in the wood before ye: We shall follow, After due ceremony done to the dead, The noble dead. Come, let's go burn the body. [Exeunt all but Petillius. Pet. The regiment given from me? disgraced openly? In love too with a trifle to abuse me? Your honourable brain-pan full of crotchets, Thou art the arrantest rascal! Trust thy wisdom Dig for a groat a-day, or serve a swine-herd, SCENE III. [Exit. Enter MACER and JUDAS, with meat and a bottle. Macer. Hang it on the side of the rock, as though the Britons Stole hither to relieve him: Who first ventures To fetch it off, is ours. I cannot see him. To make a noble escape. I'll sit down by thee, And, when thou wakest, either get meat to save |