Jun. And then I'll kill you, Because you shall die miserable. Know, sir, And hasted by Suetonius! Go, says he, A deed to take off all faults, of all natures: Pet. Stay! Jun. No, I'll kill you. He knew thee absolute, and full in soldier, Daring beyond all dangers, found thee out According to the boldness of thy spirit, A subject, such a subject Pet. Hark you, Junius! I will live now. Jun. By no means-wooed thy worth, Held thee by the chin up, as thou sunkest, and shewed thee How honour held her arms out. Come, make ready, Since you will die an ass. Pet. Thou wilt not kill me? Jun. By heaven, but I will, sir. I'll have no man dangerous Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten Honour enough; let young men rise now. Nay, Such a strong doting on you, that I fear Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it. Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius, Jun. You will seek then To out-do every man. Pet. Believe it, Junius, |You shall go stroke by stroke with me. As you are noble, and a soldier, Pet. Dare you trust me? By all that is good and honest- And now, come on, a new man: Virtue guide thee! [Exeunt. Hengo. Methinks, sir, They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. Hengo. No, as you love me, uncle! I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it; The danger only I desire; pray tie me. We shall enjoy together that great blessedness, Car. Most certain, child. Car. I will, and all my care hang over thee! Mine eyes are going. Come, child, My valiant child! Car. Lift them up! Hengo. Pray for me; And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, You blessed angels, take him! [Dies. Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain! Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and death, You have done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph: Look, Look what thou hast brought this land to. Oh, fair flower, How lovely yet thy ruins shew, how sweetly Oh, how it pricks me-am I preserved for this? Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven, Car. Coward, rascal coward! Extremely pricks me! Dogs eat thy flesh! The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee! Enter PETILLIUS and JUNIUS on the rock. Hengo. Õh, I bleed hard; I faint too; out Ha! Dare ye, Romans? Ye shall win me bravely. Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle. I should have lived to have met these bloody At my sword's point, to have revenged my father, Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it? Hengo. You draw away my soul, then; I A little longer, (spare me, Heavens!) but only Car. Oh, my chicken, not! My dear boy, what shall I lose? Hengo. Why, a child, VOL. I. To be my friend! Car. Oh, Romans, see what here is! Suet. For fame's sake, for thy sword's sake, Car. I do believe. Ye've made me a brave foe; Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness, That must have died however; had this escaped me, Give this boy honourable earth to lie in! P Car. Then Rome shall know The man, that makes her spring of glory grow. Suet. Petillius, you have shewn much worth this day, Redeemed much error; you have my love again; Jun. The elder and the nobler; I will give place, sir. Suet. You shew a friend's soul. March on, and through the camp, in every tongue, The virtues of great Caratach be sung! [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT I. Heph. Coward. flesh! O feeble arm! He dallied with my point, and when I thrust, He frowned and smiled, and foiled me like a fencer. O reverend Clytus, father of the war, Most famous guard of Alexander's life, Take pity on my youth, and lend a sword: Lysimachus is brave, and will but scorn me; Kill me, or let me fight with him again. Lys. There, take thy sword, and since thou art resolved For death, thou hast the noblest from my hand. Cly. Stay thee, Lysimachus; Hephestion, hold; | Two wives he takes, two rival queens disturb I bar you both, my body interposed. Now let me see, which of you dares to strike! By Jove, ye have stirred the old man; that rash When my blood boiled, and nature worked me high, Clytus ne'er bowed his body to such shame: Of all that whining, smiling, cozening sex, Lys. I confess our vengeance was ill-timed. Cly. Death! I had rather this right arm were lost, To which I owe my glory, than our king Should know your fault-what, on this famous day! Heph. I was to blame. Cly. This memorable day, When our hot master, that would tire the world, Heph. Why is it then we love? crown; Nor could the gods defend their images, Which with the gaudy coach lay overturned: 'Twas not the shaft of love, that did the feat; Cupid had nothing there to do; but now The court; and while each hand does beauty hold, Where is there room for glory? Heph. In his heart. Cly. Well said. You are his favourite, and I had forgot Now make your claim, while I attend the king. ]Erit. Enter SYSIGAMBIS, PARISATIS. Par. Did not you love my father? Yes, I see You did; his very name but mentioned brings The tears, however unwilling, to your eyes. I loved him too; he would not thus have forced My trembling heart, which your commands may break, But never bend. Sys. Forbear thy lost complaints; Urge not a suit, which I can never grant. Behold the royal signet of the king, Therefore resolve to be Hephestion's wife, Par. No! since Lysimachus has won my heart, My body shall be ashes, e'er another's. Sys. For sixty rolling years who ever stood An humbler fate than yours, see at your feet Heph. A blessing, like possession of the prin cess, No services, not crowns, nor all the blood, But love and I bring such a perfect passion, Heph. Such arrogance, should Alexander woo, Would lose him all the conquests he has won. Lys. Let not a conquest once be named by |