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As fearless of your bloody soars, and fortunate, Bond. That's a good wench !
Mine own sweet girl! put it close to thee.
2 Daugh. Oh,
[Stubs herself. Decius, go charge the breach. [Erit Decius. Comfort me still, for heaven's sake. Bond. Charge it home, Roman;
1 Daugh. Where eternal We shall deceive thee else. Where's Nennius? Our youths are, and our beauties; where no wars Enter NENNIUS.
2 Daugh. A long farewell to this world! [Dies. Nen. They have made a mighty breach.
Bond. Good; I'll help thee. Bond. Stick in thy body,
1 Daugh. The next is mine. Shew me a RoAnd make it good but half an hour.
[Stabs herself. Nen. I'll do it.
In all your stories, dare do this for her honour; 1 Daugh, And then be sure to die.
They are cowards, eat coals like compelled cats : Men. It shall go hard else.
Your great saint, Lucrece, Bond. Farewell, with all iny heart! We shall Dicd not for honour. meet yonder,
Pet. By heaven, Where few of these must come.
I am in love! I would give an hundred pound Nen. Gods take thee, lady! (Erit Nennius. Bond. Bring up the swords, and poison. But to lie with this woman's behaviour. Oh, the
devil! Enter one with swords and a great cup. 1 Daugh. Ye shall see my example: All your 2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune !
Rome, Bond. How, how?
If I were proud and loved ambition, 2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you. If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquerBond. Here, wench;
Bond. Make haste. Behold us, Romans !
1 Daugh. I will—could not entice to live, Suet. Mercy yet.
But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye learn Bond. No talking !
How to die bravely, Romans, to fling off Puff! there goes all your pity. Come, short This case of flesh, lose all your cares for ever? prayers,
Live, as we have done, well, and fear the gods; And let us dispatch the business! You begin; Hunt honour, and not nations, with your swords; Shrink not, I'll see you do it.
Keep your minds humble, your devotions high; 2 Daugh. Oh, gentle mother!
So shall ye learn the noblest part to die. (Dies. Oh, Romans ! Oh, my heart ! I dare not.
Bond. I come, wench.—To ye all, Fate's hangSuet. Woman, woman,
men, you, Unnatural woman!
That ease the aged destinies, and cut 2 Daugh. Oh, persuade her, Romans ! The threads of kingdoms as they draw them! Alas, I'm young, and would live. Noble mother, here, Can ye kill that, ye gave life? Are my years Here is a draught would ask no less than Cæsar Fit for destruction?
To pledge it for the glory's sake! Suet. Yield, and be a queen still,
Cur. Great lady! A mother, and a friend.
Suet. Make up your own conditions. Bond. Ye talk ! Come, hold it,
Bond. So we will. And put it home.
Suet. Stay! 1 Daugh. Fy, sister, fy!
Dem. Stay! What would you live to be?
Suet. Be any thing. 2 Daugh. Mercy!
Bond. A saint, Suetonius, Suet. Hear her, thou wretched woman! When thou shalt fear, and die like a slave. Ye 2 Daugh. Mercy, mother!
fools, Oh, whither will you send me? I was once Ye should have tied up death first, when ýe conYour darling, your delight.
quered : Bond. Oh, gods! fear in my family?
Ye sweat for us in vain else: Seehim here,[Drinks. Do it, and nobly.
He's ours; and still our friend; laughs at your 2 Daugh. Oh, do not frown, then.
pities; 1 Daugh. Do it, worthy sister;
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! Poor vanquished Romans, with what matchless 1 Daugh. To the blessed;
tortures Where we shall meet our father
Could I now rack ye! But I pity ye, Suet. Woman!
Desiring to die quiet: Nay, so much Bond. Talk not.
I hate to prosecute my victory, 1 Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is That I will give ye counsel ere I die:
If you will keep your laws and empire whole, She was truly noble, and a queen.
A love-mange grown upon me? What a spirit!
Jun. I am glad of this! I have found you." Suet. Desperate and strange!
Pet. In my belly, Dec. 'Tis won, sir, and the Britons
Oh, how it tumbles! All put to the sword.
Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye ! [Ereunt. Suet. Give her fair funeral;
To be of eminence. Most worthy soldiers,
Let me entreat your knowledge to inform me CARAtach upon a rock, and Hengo by him
What noble body that is, which you bear sleeping.
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,
To be in love with death! Most honourable, And to avoid our dangers, seek destructions ; Excellent Romans, by your ancient valours, Thus we awake to sorrows. Oh, thou woman, As ye love fame, resolve me! Thou agent for adversities, what curses
Sold. 'Tis the body
Of the great captain Penius, by himself
By the religion, which ye owe those gods,
What is thy will, Caratach?
Car. Set down the body,
friends' sorrows, set it down awhile, The land thou hast left a wilderness of wretches. That with your griefs an enemy may mingle, The boy begins to stir; thy safety made, (A noble enemy, that loves a soldier) 'Would my soul were in Heaven!
And lend a tear to virtue! Even your foes, Hengo..Oh, noble uncle,
Your wild foes, as you called us, are yet stored Look out; I dreamed we were betrayed. With fair attections, our hearts fresh, our spirits,
Car. No harm, boy;[-A soft dead march within. Though sometime stubborn, yet when virtue dies, 'Tis but thy emptiness that breeds these fancies : Soft and relenting as a virgin's prayers : Thou shalt have meat anon.
Oh, set it down! Hengo. A little, unclc,
Drus. Set down the body, soldiers. And I shall hold out bravely.-What are those, Car. Thou hallowed relic, thou rich diamond, (Look, uncle, look !) those multitudes that march Cut with thine own dust; thou, for whose wide there!
fame They come upon us stealing by.
The world appears too narrow, man's all thoughts, Car. I see them;
Had they all tongues, too silent: thus I bow And prithee be not fearful.
To thy most honoured ashes ! Though an enemy, Hengo. Now
Yet friend to all thy worths, sleep peaceably; Would I were dead !
Happiness crown thiy soul, and in thy earth Cur. Thou knowest I love thee dearly. . Soine laurel fix his seat, there grow and flourish, Hengo. Did I ever shrink yot, uncle? Were And make thy grave an everlasting triumph! la man now,
Farewell all glorious wars, now thou art gone, I should be
And honest arms, adieu! All noble battles,
Maintained in thirst of honour, not of blood, Enter Drusius, REGULUS, and Soldiers, with Farewell for ever! Pentus's hearse, drums, and colours.
Hengo. Was this Roman, uncle, Car. My sweet chicken !
So good a man?
Hengo. He died before I was born.
guit on me,
Such a brave soul dwelt in him; their propor
Enter JUNIUS. tions And faces were not much unlike, boy. Excel
Jun. Here he is; have at him ! [Sings. lent nature !
She set the sword unto her breast, See how it works into his eyes! mine own boy!
Great pity it was to see, Hengo. The multitudes of these men, and their
That three drops of her life-warm blood, fortunes,
Run trickling down her knee. Could never make me fear yet; one man's good
Art thou there, bonny boy? And, in faith, how Car. Oh, now thou pleasest me; weep still,
dost thou ? my child,
Pet. Well, gramercy; how dost thou ? He has As if thou sawest me dead! with such a flux Or flood of sorrow; still thou pleasest me. Scented me out; the shame the devil owed me, And, worthy soldiers, pray receive these pledges, He has kept his day with. And what news, JuThese hatchments of our griefs, and grace us so
Jun. It was an old tale ten thousand times told, To place them on his hearse. Now, if ve please,
Of a young lady was turned into mould, Bear off the noble burden : raise his pile
Her life it was lovely, her death it was bold. High as Olympus, making heaven to wonder, To see a star upon earth outshining theirs : Pet. A cruel rogue ! now he has drawn pure And ever-loved, ever-living be Thy honoured and most sacred memory! He hunts me like a devil. No more singing ! Drus. Thou hast done honestly, good Cara- Thou hast got a cold: Come, let us go drink some tach;
sack, boy. And when thou diest, a thousand virtuous Romans Jun. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Shall sing thy soul to heaven. Now march on, Pet. Why dost thou laugh?
soldiers. (E.reunt. A dead march. What mare's nest hast thou found? Car. Now dry thine eyes, my boy.
Jun. Ha, ha, ha! Hengo. Are they all gone?
I cannot laugh alone: Decius! Demetrius! I could have wept this hour yet.
Curius! oh, my
sides! ha, ha, ha, ha! Car. Come, take cheer,
The strangest jest ! And raise thy spirit, child; if but this day
Pet. Prithee no more. Thou canst bear out thy faintness, the night co- Jun. The admirablest fooling! ming,
Pet. Thou art the prettiest fellow! I'll fashion our escape.
Jun. Sirs ! Hengo. Pray fear not me;
Pet. Why, Junius, Indeed I am very hearty.
Prithee away, sweet Junius! Car. Be so still ;
Jun. Let me sing then. His mischiefs lessen, that controuls his ill. Pet. Whoa, here's a stir now ! Sing a song
of [E.reunt. sixpence!
By heaven, it-prithee-pox on't, Junius!
Jun. I must either sing or laugh.
Pet. And what's your reason?
Jun. What's that to you?
Jun. Do so.
Pet. I have a little business.
Jun. Thou shalt not go, believe it: What! a So confidently, bravely, strongly-Oh, the devil,
gentleman I have the bots! by heaven, she scorned us Of thy sweet conversation ? strangely,
Pet. Captain Junius, All we could do, or durst do: threatened us Sweet captain, let me go with all celerity! With such a noble anger, and so governed Things are not always one; and do not question, With such a fiery spirit—The plain bots ! Nor jeer, nor gibe: None of your doleful ditties, A pos upon the bots, the love-bots! Hang me, Nor your sweet conversation you will find then Hang me even out of the way, directly hang me! I may be angered. Oh, penny pipers, and most painful penners Jun. By no means, Petillius; Of bountiful new ballads, what a subject, Anger a man that never knew passion? What a sweet subject for your silver sounds, 'Tis most impossible: A noble captain, I crept upon ye!
A wise and generous geptleman?
Pet. Tom Puppy,
And seen him kiss his sword since, court his Leave this way to abuse me: I have found you,
scabbard, But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive you. Call dying dainty dear, her brave mind mistress; Your subtle understanding may discover, Casting a thousand ways to give those forms, As you think, some trim toy to make you merry, That he might lie with them, and get old armours. Some straw to tickle you; but do not trust to it; He had got me on the hip once; it shall go hard, You are a young man, and may do well; be sober, friends, Carry yourself discreetly.
But he shall find his own coin. Enter Decius, DEMETRIUS, and Cuæius.
Enter Macer. Jun. Yes, forsooth.
Dec. Ilow now,
Macer? Dem. How does the brave Petillius?
Is Judas yet come in?
Most of his men too. Here he is.
Cur. What news? How like a fool I looked !
Judas. I've lodged him; rouse him, he that dares ! Dec. So they do all,
Dem. Where, Judas? Like great dull slavering fools.
Judas. On a steep rock in the woods, the boy Jun. Petillius saw too.
too with him ; Pet. No more of this; it is scurvy; peace ! And there he swears he'll keep his Christinas, Jun. How nastily,
gentlemen, Indeed how beastly, all I did became me! But he will come away with full conditions, How I forgot to blow my nose ! There he stands, Bravely, and like a Briton. He paid part of us; An honest and a wise man; if himself
Yet I think we fought bravely: For mine own (I dare avouch it boldly, for I know it)
part, Should find himself in love
I was four several times at half-sword with Pet. I am angry.
him, Jun. Surely
Twice stood his partizan; but the plain truth is, His wise self would hang his beastly self; He's a mere devil, and no man. In the end, he Ilis understanding self so maul his ass self
swinged us, Dec. He is bound to do it; for he knows the And swinged us soundly too: He fights by witchfollies,
craft; The poverties, and baseness, that belong to it; Yet, for all that, I saw him lodged. Ile has read upon the reformations long.
Jun. Take more men, Pet. He has so.
And scout hin round. Macer, march you along. Jun. 'Tis true, and he must do it: Nor is it What victuals has he? fit, indeed,
Judas. Not a piece of biscuit, Any such coward
Not so much as will stop a tooth, nor water, Pet. You'll leave prating ?
More than they make themselves : They lie Jun. Should dare
Just like a brace of bear whelps, close, and crafty, Come near the regiments, especially
Sucking their fingers for their food. Those curious puppies (for believe there are
Dec. Cut off, then, such)
All hope of that way; take sufficient forces. That only love behaviour: Those are dog-whelps, Jun. But use no foul play, on your lives! that Dwindle away because a woman dies well;
man, Commit with passions only; fornicate
That does him mischief by deceit, I'll kill him. With the free spirit merely. You, Petillius, Macer. He shall have fair play; he deserves it. For you have long observed the world
Judas. Hark ye ! Pet. Dost thou hear?
What should I do there then? You are brave capI'll beat thee damnably within these three hours! tains, Go pray; may be I'll kill thee. Farewell, jack- Most valiant men: Go up yourselves; use virtue, daws!
See what will come on't; pray the gentleman Dec. What a strange thing he is grown! To come down, and be taken. Ye all know him,
[Erit Pet. I think ye’ve felt him too! There ye shall find Jun. I am glad he is so;
him, And stranger he shall be before I leave him, Ilis sword by his side, plumbs of a pound weight Cur. Is it possible her mere death,
by him, Jun. I observed him,
Will make your chops ache ! You'll find it a more And found him taken, infinitely taken,
labour With her bravery; I have followed him, To win him living, than climbing of a crow's nest.
Dec, Away, and compass him; we shall come Judas. He lies close in a hole above, I know it, up,
Gnawing upon his anger. Ha! no; 'tis not he. I'm sure within these two hours. Watch him Macer. 'Tis but the shaking of the boughs close.
Judas. Pox shake them !
Macer. 'Tis nothing.
Judas. Make no noise; if he stir, a deadly tem
[Sad noise within. pest Macer. The dead body
Of huge stones falls upon us.
'Tis done! away, Of the great Penius is new come to the camp, sir.
[Ereunt. Dem. Dead? Macer. By himself, they say.
Enter CARATACU. Jun. I feared that fortune.
Car. Sleep still, sleep sweetly, child; 'tis all Cur. Peace guide him up to heaven!
thou feedest on. Jun. Away, good Macer.
No gentle Briton near, no valiant charity, [Ere. Macer and Judas. To bring thee food ? Poor knave, thou art sick,
extreme sick, Enter SUETONIUS, Drusius, REGULUS, and PE
Almost grown wild for meat; and yet thy goodSuet. If thou be'st guilty,
Will not confess, nor shew it. All the woods Some sullen plague, thou hatest most, light upon Are double lined with soldiers; no way left us thee!
To make a noble escape. I'll sit down by thee, The regiment return on Junius;
And, when thou wakest, either get meat to save He well deserves it.
thee, Pet. So!
Or lose my life in the purchase; good gods comSuet. Draw out three companies,
Enter Junius, Decius, PetiLLIUS, and Guide. The noble dead. Come, let's go burn the body. Guide. You are not far off now, sir.
[Ereunt all but Petillius. Jun. Draw the companies Pet. The regiment given from me? disgraced The closest way through the woods; we'll keep openly?
on this way; In love too with a trifle to abuse me?
Guide. I will, sir : Half a furlong more you'll A merry world, a fine world ! served seven years To be an ass of both sides ? sweet Petillius, Within the sight of the rock. Keep on the left You have brought your hoys to a fine market !
side; you are wise, sir,
You'll be discovered else : I'll lodge your comYour honourable brain-pan full of crotchets,
panies An understanding gentleman; your projects
In the wild vines beyond ye.
Jun. Yes, and am sorry for him.
Jun. Walk afore;
[E.rit. Out, you blind puppy! you command? you go
Jun. Now, captain? vern?
Pet. You have oft told me, you have loved me, Dig for a groat a-day, or serve a swine-herd,
Jun. It shall not.
Pet. Dare you swear it?
That have been ill, forgiven too; forget you. Macer. Hang it on the side of the rock, as Jun. What would this man have? - By the though the Britons
gods, I do, sir, Stole bither to relieve him : Who first ventures So it be fit to grant you. To fetch it off, is ours. I cannot see him.
Pet. 'Tis most honest.