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Dare raise a storin, when we command a calm? Pho. I wil tame
That haughty courage, and make it stoop too. And, in their room, ambition and pride
Enter Achillas, and Soldiers, with the body of Opposed to that, an insolent intruder
Ptolomy. Upon that sovereignty, thou shouldst bow to! Pho. The king dead? This is a fair entrance to If in the gulph of base ingratitude,
Our future happiness. All loyalty to Ptolomy the king
Ars, Oh, dear brother! Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
Cleo. Weep not, Arsinoe, (common women do Whose daughter, and whose sister ; or, suppose so) That is forgot too, let the name of Cæsar Nor lose a tear for him; it cannot help him; (Which nations quake at) stop thy desperate mad- But study to die nobly, ness
Pho. Cæsar fled? From running headlong on to thy confusion. 'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart; Throw from thee quickly those rebellious arms, It choaks my vital spirits! Where was your care! And let me read submission in thine eyes; Did the guards sleep? Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon,
Achil. He roused them with his sword; But be a ready advocate to plead for thee (We talk of Mars, but I am sure his courage To Cæsar and my brother.
Admits of no comparison but itself!) Pho. Plead my pardon!
And, as inspired by him, his following friends, To you I bow; but scorn as much to stoop thus With such a confidence as young eaglets prey, To Ptolomy, to Cæsar, nay the gods,
Under the large wing of their fiercer dam, As to put off the figure of a man,
Brake through our troops, and scattered them, And change my essence with a sensual beast :
He went on, All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends, But still pursued by us : When, on the sudden, Were aimed to purchase you.
He turned his head, and from his eyes flew terror, Cleo. How durst thou, being
Which struck in us no less fear and amazement, The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought ! Than if we had encountered with the lightning, Pho. They, that have power, are royal; and Hurled from Jove's cloudy brow. those base,
Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar! That live at the devotion of another.
Achil. We fallen back, he made on; and, as What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Cæsar, By engines fashioned in this Protean anvil, Had parted from us with his dreadful looks, I have made mine; and only stoop at you, Again we followed : But, got near the sea, Whom I would still preserve free, to command on which his navy anchored, in one band me.
Holding a scroll he had above the waves, For Cæsar's frowns, they are below my thoughts; And in the other grasping fast his sword, And, but in these fair eyes I still have read As it had been a trident forged by Vulcan The story of a monarchy supreme,
To calm the raging ocean, he made away, To which all hearts, with mine, gladly pay tri- As if he had been Neptune ; his friends, like bute,
So many Tritons followed, their bold shouts Photinus' name had long since been as great Yielding a chearful music. We showered darts As Ptolomy's e'er was, or Cæsar's is.
Upon them, but in vain; they reached their ships : This made me, as a weaker tie, to unloose And in their safety we are sunk; for Cæsar The knot of loyalty, that chained my freedom, Prepares for war. And slight the fear, that Cæsar's threats might Pho. How fell the king? cause;
Achil. Unable That I and they might see no sun appear,
To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death
By the pursuers, and with him the priest
Ars. May the earth
Pho. I feel now, Pho. They are asleep,
That there are powers above us; and that 'tis not And cannot hear thee: Or, with open eyes Within the searching policies of man Did Jove look on us, I would laugh and swear To alter their decrees. That his artillery is cloyed by me:
Cleo. I laugh at thee! Or, if that they have power to hurt, his bolts Where are thy threats now, fool? thy scoffs and Are in my hand.
scorns Cleo. Most impious !
Against the gods? I see calamity
Is the best mistress of religion,
Cleo. He is all honour;
Nor can I think nature e'er made a woman,
Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, The greatest daring to a man dishonest,
and Soldiers, with the heads. Is but a bastard courage, ever fainting. [Exit. Ars. He's come back.
Cæsar. Pursue no further; curb the soldiers' Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, and DOLA
See, beauteous mistress, their accursed heads, Cesar. Look on your Cæsar! banish fear, my That did conspire against us. fairest;
Sce. Furies plague them! You now are safe!
They had too fair an end, to die like soldiers : Sce. By Venus, not a kiss
Pompey fell by the sword; the cross or halter Till our work be done! The traitors once dis- Should have dispatched them. patched,
Cæsur. All's but death, good Sceva; To it, and we'll cry aim.
Be therefore satisfied. And now, my dearest, Cesar. I will be speedy.
Look upon Cæsar, as he still appeared, [Ereunt Cæsar and train. A conqueror! And, this unfortunate king Cleo. Farewell again !-Arsinoe ! How now, Entombed with honour, we'll to Rome, where Eros?
Cæsar Ever faint-hearted?
Will shew he can give kingdoms; for the senate, Eros. But that I am assured
Thy brother dead, shall willingly decree Your excellency can command the general, The crown of Egypt; that was his, to thee. I fear the soldiers.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
REGULUS, Caratach, general of the Britons, cousin to
Roman officers. Bonduca.
Judas, a corporal, a cowardly hungry knave. SUETONIUS, general to the Roman army
Druids. Penius, a brave Roman commander, but stub- Soldiers. born to the general.
WOMEN. JUNIUS, a Roman captain, in love with Bonduca's daughter.
Bonduca, queen of the Iceni, a brave virago. Petillius, another Roman captain.
Her two daughters, by Prasutagus. DEMETRIUS,} Roman commanders.
Made themes for songs to shame them: And a Enter Bonduca, Daughters, Hengo, Nennius, A woman beat them, Nennius; a weak woman,
A woman, beat these Romans !
A man would shame to talk so.
Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes ?
Car. No, Bonduca;
If I grieve, it is the bearing of your fortunes :
Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a truth, Their mothers got them sleeping, Pleasure nursed That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed; them;
A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allure- And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, ments,
Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing; Not lusty arms. Dare they send these to seek us, For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady, These Roman girls? is Britain grown so wanton? And we, that have been victors, beat ourselves, Twice we have beat them, Nennius, scattered them; When we insult upon our honour's subject. And through their big-boned Germans, on whose Bond. My valiant cousin, is it foul to say pikes
What liberty and honour bid us do, The honour of their actions sits in triumph, And what the gods allow us ?
Car. No, Bonduca;
Bond. What? So what we say exceed not what we do.
Car. Disbeartened, You call the Romans · fearful, fleeing Romans, Run, run, Bonduca ! not the quick rack swifter; . And Roman girls, the lees of tainted pleasures:' The virgin froin the hated ravisher Does this become a doer? are they such? Not half so fearful; not a flight drawn home, Bond. They are no more.
A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish, Car. Where is your conquest then?
E'er made that haste, that they have. By the gods, Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of I've seen these Britons, that you magnify, flowers?
Run as they would have out-run time, and roarThe beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire?
ing, The holy Druides composing songs
Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows, Of everlasting life to victory?
That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn, Why are these triumphs, lady? for a May-game? Halted on crutches to them. For hunting a poor herd of wretched Roinans? Bond. Oh, ye powers, Is it no more? 'Shut up your temples, Britons, What scandals do I sutler ! And let the husbandınan redeem his heifers, Car. Yes, Bonduca, Put out our holy fires, no timbrel ring,
I've seen thee run too ; and thee, Nennius; Let's home and sleep; for such great overthrows Yea, run apace, both; then, when Penius A candle burns too bright a sacrifice,
(The Roman girl!) cut through your armed carts, A glor-worm's tail too full of fame. Oh, Nen- And drove them headlong on ye, down the hill; nius,
Then, when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, Thou hadst a noble uncle, knew a Roman, More by the scent than sight; then did I see And how to speak him, how to give him weight These valiant and approved men of Britain, In both his fortunes.
Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, Bond. By the gods, I think
And hoot their fears to one another nightly. You doat upon these Romans, Caratach!
Nen. And what did you then, Caratach? Car. Witness these wounds, I do; they were
Car. I fled too, fairly given :
But not so fast; your jewel had been lost then, I love an enemy; I was born a soldier;
Young Hengo there; he trasht me, Nennius : And be that in the head of his troop defies For, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, me,
And in the head of all the Roman fury Bending my manly body with his sword, Took him, and, with my tough belt, to my back I make a mistress. Yellow-tressed Hymen I buckled him; behind him, my sure shield; Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy, And then I followed. If I say I fought Than I am married to that man, that wounds me: Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain, And are not all these Roman? Ten struck battles I lie not, Nennius. · Neither had you heard I sucked these honoured scars froin, and all Me speak this, or ever seen the child
But that the son of virtue, Penius, Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches, Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, (Wben many a frozen storm sung through my My helm still in my hand (my sword), my prow cuirass,
Turned to my foe (my face), he cried out nobly, And made it doubtful, whether that or I Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off safely; Vere the more stubborn metal) have I wrought Thy manly sword has ransomed thee; grow strong, through,
And let me meet thee once again in arms; And all to try these Romans. Ten times a-night Then, if thou standest, thou art mine.' I took his I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Rome offer, Sbot at me as I floated, and the billows
And here I am to honour him. Tumbled their watry ruins on my shoulders, Bond. Oh, cousin, Charging my battered sides with troops of agues; | From what a flight of honour hast thou checked And still to try these Romans, whom I found
me! (And, if I lie, my wounds be henceforth back- | What wouldst thou make me,
Car. See, lady,
Does this afflict you? Had the Romans cried this, (Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant, And, as we have done theirs, sung out these As riglant, as wise, to do and suffer,
fortunes, Ever advanced as forward as the Britons, Railed on our base condition, hooted at us, Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours, Made marks as far as the earth was ours, to Ay, and as subtle, lady. 'Tis dishonour,
shew us And, followed, will be impudence, Bonduca, Nothing but sea could stop our flights, despised And grow to no belief, to taint these Romans.
us, llave not I seen the Britons
And held it equal, whether banquetting
Or beating of the Britons were more business, To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast,
I'll tie you to a sword.
Hengo. And what then, uncle?
That calls you knave.
Car. That's a noble boy ! Come, worthy lady,
[Ereunt. Bond. No more; I see myself. Thou hast made me, cousin,
SCENE II. More than my fortunes durst; for they abused
Enter Junius and PetiLLIUS.
Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me! Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, Pet. Drink? lady.
Jun. You tire me. Bond. Your reason ?
Pet. Conie, it is drink; I know it is drink. Nen. Is not peace the end of arms?
Jun. Tis no drink.
Can light so heavy on a soldier,
Jun. Prithee, Petillius-
Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant After a day of blood, peace might be argued ;
drink: But where we grapple for the ground we live on, Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see, The liberty we hold as dear as life,
Like a true friend, into thy wants; it is drink; The gods we worship, and next those, our ho- And, when I leave thee to a desolation, nours,
Especially of that dry nature, hang me. And with those swords, that know no end of battle: Jun. Why do you do this to me? Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh
Pet. For I see, bour;
Although your modesty would fain conceal it, Those minds, that where the day is, claim inherit- Which sits as sweetly on a soldier ance,
As an old side-saddleAnd where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their Jun. What do you see? harvest,
Pet. I see as fair as day, that thou wantest And where they march, but measure out more
Did I not find thee gaping, like an oyster To add to Rome, and here in the bowels on us; For a new tide? Thy very thoughts lie bare, It must not be. No, as they are our foes, Like a low ebb; thy soul, that rid in sack, And those, that must be so, untill we tire them, Lies moored for want of liquor. Do but see Let's use the peace of honour, that's fair dealing, Into thyself'; for, by the gods, I do; But in our hands our swords. That hardy Roman, For all thy body's chapped and cracked like timber, That hopes to graft himself into my stock, For want of moisture : What is it thou wantest Must first begin his kindred under-ground,
there, Junius, And be allied in ashes.
An if it be not drinking ? Bond. Caratach,
Jun. You have too much of it. As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done;
Pet. No, it shall never be said in our country, And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver : Thou died of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble The Romans shall have worthy wars.
Roman, Car. They shall :
The son of her that loves a soldier, And, little sir, when your young bones grow stif- Hear what I promised for thee! thus I said : fer,
Lady, I take thy son to my companion; And when I see you able in a morning
Lady, I love thy son, thy son lores war,