Car. Sit down poor knaves: why where's this Wine and Victuals?
Who waits there?
Who waits there?
Swet. within. Sir, 'tis coming.
Hen. Who are these Uncle?
Car. They are R[o]mans, boy.
Hen. Are these they
That vex mine Aunt so? can these fight? they look
Like empty scabbards, all, no mettle in 'em,
Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards;
Why, I dare fight with these.
That vex mine Aunt so? can these fight? they look
Like empty scabbards, all, no mettle in 'em,
Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards;
Why, I dare fight with these.
Car. That's my good chicken. And how do ye?
How do you feel your stomachs?
How do you feel your stomachs?
Jud. Wondrous apt, Sir,
As shall appear when time calls.
As shall appear when time calls.
Car. That's well, down wi'th't,
A little grace will serve your turns: eat softly,
You'll choak ye knaves else: give 'em Wine.
A little grace will serve your turns: eat softly,
You'll choak ye knaves else: give 'em Wine.
Jud. Not yet, Sir,
We're even a little busie.
We're even a little busie.
Hen. Can that fellow
Do any thing but eat? thou fellow.
Do any thing but eat? thou fellow.
Jud. Away boy,
Away, this is no boys play.
Away, this is no boys play.
Hen. By ——, Uncle,
If his valour lie in's teeth, he's the most valiant.
If his valour lie in's teeth, he's the most valiant.
Car. I am glad to hear ye talk, Sir,
Hen. Good Uncle tell me,
What's the price of a couple of cramm'd Romans?
What's the price of a couple of cramm'd Romans?
Car. Some twenty Britains boy; these are good Soldiers,
Hen. Do not the cowards eat hard too?
Car. No more, boy.
Come, I'll sit with you too; sit down by me, boy.
Come, I'll sit with you too; sit down by me, boy.
Jud. Pray bring your dish then.
Car. Hearty knaves: More meat there.
1 Sol. That's a good hearing.
Car. Stay now and pledge me.
Jud. This little piece, Sir.
Car. By —— square eaters,
More meat I say: upon my conscience
The poor Rogues have not eat this month: how terribly
They charge upon their victuals: dare ye fight thus?
More meat I say: upon my conscience
The poor Rogues have not eat this month: how terribly
They charge upon their victuals: dare ye fight thus?
Jud. Believe it, Sir, like devils.
Car. Well said famine,
Here's to thy General.
Here's to thy General.
Jud. Most excellent Captain, I will now pledg thee.
Car. And to morrow night say to him,
His Head is mine.
His Head is mine.
Jud. I can assure ye Captain,
He will not give it for this washing.
He will not give it for this washing.
Car. Well said. [Daughters above.
1 Daugh. Here's a strange entertainment: how the thieves drink.
2 Da[u]gh. Danger is dry, they look'd for colder liquor.
Car. Fill 'em more wine, give 'em full bowls; which of you all now
In recompence of this good, dare but give me
A sound knock in the battel?
In recompence of this good, dare but give me
A sound knock in the battel?
Car. Do it.
Hen. Thou dar'st as well be damn'd: thou knock his brains out.
Thou skin of man? Uncle, I will not hear this.
Thou skin of man? Uncle, I will not hear this.
Jud. Tie up your whelp.
Hen. Thou kill m[y] Uncle?
Would I had but a sword for thy sake, thou dry'd dog.
Would I had but a sword for thy sake, thou dry'd dog.
Car. What a mettle
This little vermin carries.
This little vermin carries.
Heng. Kill mine Uncle?
Car. He shall not, child.
Hen. He cannot: he's a Rogue,
An only eating Rogue: Kill my sweet Uncle?
Oh that I were a man.
An only eating Rogue: Kill my sweet Uncle?
Oh that I were a man.
Jud. By this Wine,
Which I will drink to Captain Junius,
Who loves the Queens most excellent Majesties little daughter
Most sweetly, and most fearfully I will do it.
Which I will drink to Captain Junius,
Who loves the Queens most excellent Majesties little daughter
Most sweetly, and most fearfully I will do it.
Heng. Uncle, I'll kill him with a great pin.
Car. No more, Boy.
I'll pledge thy Captain: To ye all good fellows.
I'll pledge thy Captain: To ye all good fellows.
2 Daugh. In love with me? that love shall cost your lives all:
Come Sister, and advise me; I have here
A way to make an easie conquest of 'em,
If fortune favour me.
Come Sister, and advise me; I have here
A way to make an easie conquest of 'em,
If fortune favour me.
Car. Let's see ye sweat
To morrow, blood and spirit, Boys, this Wine
Turn'd to stern valour.
To morrow, blood and spirit, Boys, this Wine
Turn'd to stern valour.
1 Sold. Hark ye Judas,
If he should hang us after all this.
If he should hang us after all this.
Jud. Let him:
I'll hang like a Gentleman and a Roman.
I'll hang like a Gentleman and a Roman.
Car. Take away there,
They have enough.
They have enough.
Jud. Captain, we thank you heartily
For your good cheer, and if we meet to morrow,
One of us pays for't.
For your good cheer, and if we meet to morrow,
One of us pays for't.
Car. Get 'em guides, their Wine
Has over-master'd 'em.
Has over-master'd 'em.
Enter second Daughter, and a Servant.
2 Daugh. That hungry fellow
With the red beard there, give it him, and this,
To see it well delivered.
With the red beard there, give it him, and this,
To see it well delivered.
Car. Farewel knaves;
Speak nobly of us, keep your words to morrow.
Speak nobly of us, keep your words to morrow.
Enter a Guide.
And do something worthy your meat. Go, guide 'em,
And see 'em fairly onward.
And see 'em fairly onward.
Jud. Meaning me, Sir?
Serv. The same.
The youngest daughter to the Queen intreats ye
To give this privately to Captain Junius,
This for your pains.
The youngest daughter to the Queen intreats ye
To give this privately to Captain Junius,
This for your pains.
Jud. I rest her humble servant,
Commend me to thy Lady. Keep your Files, boys.
Commend me to thy Lady. Keep your Files, boys.
Serv. I must instruct ye farther.
Jud. Keep your Files there.
Order, sweet friends: faces about now.
Order, sweet friends: faces about now.
Guide. Here Sir,
Here lies your way.
Here lies your way.
Jud. 'Bless the Founders, I say,
Fairly, good soldiers, fairly march now: close, boys. [Exeunt.
Fairly, good soldiers, fairly march now: close, boys. [Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Swetonius, Petillius, Demetris, Decius, Macer.
Swet. Bid me be wise, and keep me where I am,
And so be safe: not come, because commanded;
Was it not thus?
And so be safe: not come, because commanded;
Was it not thus?
Ma. It was, Sir.
Pet. What now think ye?
Swet. Must come, so hainous to him, so distasteful?
Pet. Give me my money.
Dem. I confess 'tis due, Sir,
And presently I'll pay it.
And presently I'll pay it.
Ma. Sir,
The Regiment was willing, and advanc'd too,
The Captains at all points steel'd up: their preparations
Full of resolve, and confidence; Youth and fire,
Like the fair breaking of a glorious day,
Guilded their Phalanx: when the angry Penyus
Stept like a stormy cloud 'twixt them and hopes.
The Regiment was willing, and advanc'd too,
The Captains at all points steel'd up: their preparations
Full of resolve, and confidence; Youth and fire,
Like the fair breaking of a glorious day,
Guilded their Phalanx: when the angry Penyus
Stept like a stormy cloud 'twixt them and hopes.
Swet. And stopt their resolutions?
Ma. True: his reason
To them was ods, and ods so infinite,
Discretion durst not look upon.
To them was ods, and ods so infinite,
Discretion durst not look upon.
Swet. Well Penyus,
I cannot think thee coward yet; and treacherous
I dare not think: thou hast lopt a limb off from me,
And let it be thy glory, thou wast stubborn,
Thy wisdom, that thou leftst thy General naked:
Yet e'r the Sun set, I shall make thee see,
All valour dwels not in thee; all command
In one experience. Thou wilt too late repent this,
And wis[h], I must come up, had been thy blessing.
I cannot think thee coward yet; and treacherous
I dare not think: thou hast lopt a limb off from me,
And let it be thy glory, thou wast stubborn,
Thy wisdom, that thou leftst thy General naked:
Yet e'r the Sun set, I shall make thee see,
All valour dwels not in thee; all command
In one experience. Thou wilt too late repent this,
And wis[h], I must come up, had been thy blessing.
Petill. Let's force him.
Swet. No, by no means; he's a torrent
We cannot easily stemme.
We cannot easily stemme.
Petill. I think, a Traitor.
Swet. No ill words: let his own shame first revile him.
That Wine I have, see it (Demetrius)
Distributed amongst the soldiers,
To make 'em high and lusty: when that's done,
Petillius, give the word through, that the Eagles
May presently advance: no man discover,
Upon his life, the enemies full strength,
But make it of no value: Decius,
Are your starv'd people yet come home?
That Wine I have, see it (Demetrius)
Distributed amongst the soldiers,
To make 'em high and lusty: when that's done,
Petillius, give the word through, that the Eagles
May presently advance: no man discover,
Upon his life, the enemies full strength,
But make it of no value: Decius,
Are your starv'd people yet come home?
Dec. I hope so.
Swet. Keep 'em in more obedience: This is no time
To chide, I could be angry else, and say more to ye:
But come, let's o[r]der all: whose sword is sharpest,
And valour equal to his sword this day,
Shall be my Saint.
To chide, I could be angry else, and say more to ye:
But come, let's o[r]der all: whose sword is sharpest,
And valour equal to his sword this day,
Shall be my Saint.
Petill. We shall be holy all then. [Exeunt.
Enter Judas and his company.
Jud. Captain, Captain, I have brought 'em off again;
The drunkennest slaves.
The drunkennest slaves.
Dec. —— Confound your Rogueships;
I'll call the General, and have ye hang'd all.
I'll call the General, and have ye hang'd all.
Jud. Pray who will you command then?
Dec. For you, sirrah,
That are the ring-leader to these devises,
Whose maw is never cramm'd, I'll have an engine.
That are the ring-leader to these devises,
Whose maw is never cramm'd, I'll have an engine.
Jud. A wench, sweet Captain.
Dec. Sweet Judas, even the Forks.
Where ye shall have two Lictors with two whips
Hammer your hide.
Where ye shall have two Lictors with two whips
Hammer your hide.
Jud. Captain, good words, fair words,
Sweet words, good Captain; if you like not us,
Farewell, we have imployment.
Sweet words, good Captain; if you like not us,
Farewell, we have imployment.
Dec. Where hast thou been?
Jud. There where you dare not be with all your valour.
Dec. Where's that?
Jud. With the best good fellow living.
1 Sold. The king of all good fellows.
Dec. Who's that?
Jud. Caratach.
Shake now, and say, We have done something worthy,
Mark me; with Caratach: By this —— Caratach:
Do you as much now and you dare: sweet Caratach.
Ye talk of a good fellow, of true drinking;
Well, go thy waies old Caratach: besides the drink Captain,
The bravest running Banquet of black puddings,
Pieces of glorious beef.
Shake now, and say, We have done something worthy,
Mark me; with Caratach: By this —— Caratach:
Do you as much now and you dare: sweet Caratach.
Ye talk of a good fellow, of true drinking;
Well, go thy waies old Caratach: besides the drink Captain,
The bravest running Banquet of black puddings,
Pieces of glorious beef.
Dec. How scap'd ye hanging?
Jud. Hanging's a dog's death, we are Gentlemen,
And I say still, old Caratach.
And I say still, old Caratach.
Dec. Belike then,
You are turn'd Rebels all.
You are turn'd Rebels all.
Dec. Away, ye Rascal.
Jud. Fair words, I say again.
Dec. What must you do, Sir?
Jud. I must do that my heart-strings yern to do:
But my word's past.
But my word's past.
Dec. What is it?
Jud. Why, kill Caratach.
That's all he ask'd us for our entertainment.
That's all he ask'd us for our entertainment.
Dec. More than you'll pay.
Jud. Would I had sold my self
Unto the skin I had not promis'd it:
For such another Caratach—
Unto the skin I had not promis'd it:
For such another Caratach—
Dec. Come Fool,
Have ye done your Countrey service?
Have ye done your Countrey service?
Jud. I have brought that
To Captain Junius.
To Captain Junius.
Dec. How?
Jud. I think will do all:
I cannot tell, I think so.
I cannot tell, I think so.
Dec. How? to Junius?
I'll more enquire of this: You'll fight now?
I'll more enquire of this: You'll fight now?
Jud. Promise:
Take heed of promise, Captain.
Take heed of promise, Captain.
Dec. Away, and rank then.
Jud. But harke ye Captain, there is Wine distributing,
I would fain know what share I have.
I would fain know what share I have.
Dec. Be gone,
Ye have too much.
Ye have too much.
Jud. Captain, no Wine, no fighting.
There's one call'd Caratach that has Wine.
There's one call'd Caratach that has Wine.
Dec. Well, Sir,
If you'll be rul'd now, and do well.
If you'll be rul'd now, and do well.
Jud. Do excellent.
Dec. Ye shall have Wine, or any thing: go file;
I'll see ye have your share: drag out your dormise,
And stow 'em somewhere, where they may sleep handsomly,
They'l hear a hunt's up shortly.
I'll see ye have your share: drag out your dormise,
And stow 'em somewhere, where they may sleep handsomly,
They'l hear a hunt's up shortly.
Jud. Now I love thee:
But no more Forks nor Whips.
But no more Forks nor Whips.
Jud. Arm, arm, Bullies;
All's right again and straight; and which is more,
More Wine, more Wine: Awake ye men of Memphis,
Be sober and discreet, we have much to do boys. [Exeunt.
All's right again and straight; and which is more,
More Wine, more Wine: Awake ye men of Memphis,
Be sober and discreet, we have much to do boys. [Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Prepare there for the sacrifice, the Queen comes. [Musick.
Enter in solemnity the Druids singing, the second Daughter strewing Flowers: then Bonduca, Nennius, and others.
Bond. Ye powerful gods of Britain, hear our prayers;
Hear us you great Revengers, and this day
Take pity from our swords, doubt from our valours,
Double the sad remembrance of our wrongs
In every brest; the vengeance due to those
Make infinite and endless: on our pikes
This day pale terror sit, horrors and ruines
Upon our executions; claps of thunder
Hang on our armed carts, and 'fore our Troops
Despair and death; shame beyond these attend 'em.
Rise from the dust, ye relicks of the dead,
Whose noble deeds our holy Druids sing,
Oh rise, ye valiant bones, let not base earth
Oppress your honors, whilst the pride of Rome
Treads on your Stocks, and wipes out all your stories.
Hear us you great Revengers, and this day
Take pity from our swords, doubt from our valours,
Double the sad remembrance of our wrongs
In every brest; the vengeance due to those
Make infinite and endless: on our pikes
This day pale terror sit, horrors and ruines
Upon our executions; claps of thunder
Hang on our armed carts, and 'fore our Troops
Despair and death; shame beyond these attend 'em.
Rise from the dust, ye relicks of the dead,
Whose noble deeds our holy Druids sing,
Oh rise, ye valiant bones, let not base earth
Oppress your honors, whilst the pride of Rome
Treads on your Stocks, and wipes out all your stories.
Nen. Thou great Tiranes, whom our sacred Priests,
Armed with dreadful thunder, plac'd on high
Above the rest of the immortal gods,
Send thy consuming fires, and deadly bolts,
And shoot 'em home, stick in each Roman heart
A fear fit for confusion; blast their spirits,
Dwell in 'em to destruction; thorow their Phalanx
Strike, as thou [str]ik'st a proud tree; shake their Bodies,
Make their strengths totter, and their topless fortunes
Unroot and reel to ruine.
Armed with dreadful thunder, plac'd on high
Above the rest of the immortal gods,
Send thy consuming fires, and deadly bolts,
And shoot 'em home, stick in each Roman heart
A fear fit for confusion; blast their spirits,
Dwell in 'em to destruction; thorow their Phalanx
Strike, as thou [str]ik'st a proud tree; shake their Bodies,
Make their strengths totter, and their topless fortunes
Unroot and reel to ruine.
1 Daugh. O thou god,
Thou feared god, if ever to thy justice
Insulting wrongs, and ravishments of Women,
Women deriv'd from thee, their shames, the sufferings
Of those that daily fill'd thy Sacrifice
With Virgin incense, have access, now hear me,
Now snatch thy thunder up, now on these Romans,
Despisers of thy power, of us defacers,
Revenge thy self, take to thy killing anger,
To make thy great work full, thy justice spoken,
An utter rooting from this blessed Isle
Of what Rom[e] is or has been.
Thou feared god, if ever to thy justice
Insulting wrongs, and ravishments of Women,
Women deriv'd from thee, their shames, the sufferings
Of those that daily fill'd thy Sacrifice
With Virgin incense, have access, now hear me,
Now snatch thy thunder up, now on these Romans,
Despisers of thy power, of us defacers,
Revenge thy self, take to thy killing anger,
To make thy great work full, thy justice spoken,
An utter rooting from this blessed Isle
Of what Rom[e] is or has been.
Bon. Give more incense,
The gods are deaf and drowsie; no happy flame
Rises to raise our thoughts: Pour on.
The gods are deaf and drowsie; no happy flame
Rises to raise our thoughts: Pour on.
2 Daugh. See heaven,
And all you pow'rs that guide us, see, and shame
We kneel so long for pity over your Altars;
Since 'tis no light oblation that you look for,
No incense offering, will I hang mine eyes;
And as I wear these stones with hourly weeping,
So will I melt your pow'rs into compassion.
This tear for Prosutagus my brave Father,
Ye gods, now think on Rome; this for my Mother,
And all her miseries; yet see, and save us;
But now ye must be open-ey'd. See; heaven,
Oh see thy show'rs stoln from thee; our dishonours,
And all you pow'rs that guide us, see, and shame
We kneel so long for pity over your Altars;
Since 'tis no light oblation that you look for,
No incense offering, will I hang mine eyes;
And as I wear these stones with hourly weeping,
So will I melt your pow'rs into compassion.
This tear for Prosutagus my brave Father,
Ye gods, now think on Rome; this for my Mother,
And all her miseries; yet see, and save us;
But now ye must be open-ey'd. See; heaven,
Oh see thy show'rs stoln from thee; our dishonours,
[A smoak from the Altar.
Oh Sister, our dishonors: can ye be gods,
And these sins smother'd?
And these sins smother'd?
Bon. The fire takes.
Car. It does so,
But no flame rises. Cease your fearful prayers,
Your whinings, and your tame petitions;
The gods love courage arm'd with confidence,
And prayers fit to pull them down: weak tears
And troubled hearts, the dull twins of cold spirits,
They sit and smile at. Hear how I salute 'em:
Divine Andate, thou who hold'st the reins
Of furious Battels, and disordred War,
And proudly roll'st thy swarty chariot wheels
Over the heaps of wounds and carcasses,
Sailing through seas of blood; thou sure-steel'd sternness,
Give us this day good hearts, good enemies,
Good blowes o' both sides, wounds that fear or flight
Can claim no share in; steel us both with angers,
And warlike executions fit thy viewing;
Let Rome put on her best strength, and thy Britain,
Thy little Britain, but as great in fortune,
Meet her as strong as she, as proud, as daring;
And then look on, thou red ey'd god: who does best,
Reward with honor; who despair makes flie,
Unarm for ever, and brand with infamy:
Grant this, divine Andate, 'tis but justice;
And my first blow thus on thy holy Altar [A flame arises.
I sacrifice unto thee.
But no flame rises. Cease your fearful prayers,
Your whinings, and your tame petitions;
The gods love courage arm'd with confidence,
And prayers fit to pull them down: weak tears
And troubled hearts, the dull twins of cold spirits,
They sit and smile at. Hear how I salute 'em:
Divine Andate, thou who hold'st the reins
Of furious Battels, and disordred War,
And proudly roll'st thy swarty chariot wheels
Over the heaps of wounds and carcasses,
Sailing through seas of blood; thou sure-steel'd sternness,
Give us this day good hearts, good enemies,
Good blowes o' both sides, wounds that fear or flight
Can claim no share in; steel us both with angers,
And warlike executions fit thy viewing;
Let Rome put on her best strength, and thy Britain,
Thy little Britain, but as great in fortune,
Meet her as strong as she, as proud, as daring;
And then look on, thou red ey'd god: who does best,
Reward with honor; who despair makes flie,
Unarm for ever, and brand with infamy:
Grant this, divine Andate, 'tis but justice;
And my first blow thus on thy holy Altar [A flame arises.
I sacrifice unto thee.
Bon. It flames out. [Musick.
Car. Now sing ye Druides. [Song.
Bon. 'Tis out again.
Car. H'as given us leave to fight yet; we ask no more,
The rest hangs in our resolutions:
Tempt her no more.
The rest hangs in our resolutions:
Tempt her no more.
Bon. I would know farther Cosen.
Car. Her hidden meaning dwels in our endeavors;
Our valors are our best gods. Cheer the Soldier,
And let him eat.
Our valors are our best gods. Cheer the Soldier,
And let him eat.
Mes. He's at it, Sir.
Car. Away then;
When he has done, let's march. Come, fear not Lady,
This day the Roman gains no more ground here,
But what his body lies in.
When he has done, let's march. Come, fear not Lady,
This day the Roman gains no more ground here,
But what his body lies in.
Bond. Now I am confident. [Exeunt Recorders.
Scæna Secunda.
Enter Junius, Curius, Decius.
Dec. We dare not hazard it: beside our lives,
It forfeits all our understandings.
It forfeits all our understandings.
Jun. Gentlemen,
Can ye forsake me in so just a service,
A service for the Common-wealth, for honor?
Read but the Letter; you may love too.
Can ye forsake me in so just a service,
A service for the Common-wealth, for honor?
Read but the Letter; you may love too.
Dec. Read it:
If there be any safety in the circumstance,
Or likelihood 'tis love, we will not fail ye.
Read it good Curius.
If there be any safety in the circumstance,
Or likelihood 'tis love, we will not fail ye.
Read it good Curius.
Cur. Willingly.
Jun. Now mark it.
Cur. reads. Health to thy heart, my honoured Junius,
And all thy love requited: I am thine,
Thine everlastingly, thy love has won me,
And let it breed no doubt; our new acquaintance
Compels this, 'tis the gods decree to bless us.
The times are dangerous to meet; yet fail not,
By all the love thou bear'st me I conjure thee,
Without distrust of danger, to come to me,
For I have purpos'd a delivery
Both of my self and fortune this blest day
Into thy hands, if thou thinkst good: to shew thee
How infinite my Love is, even my Mother
Shall be thy prisoner, the day yours without hazard;
For I beheld your danger like a Lover,
A just affecter of thy faith: Thy goodness,
I know, will use us nobly, and our Marriage
If not redeem, yet lessen Romes Ambition.
I'm weary of these miseries: Use my Mother,
(if you intend to take her) with all honour,
And let this disobedience to my parents
Be laid on love, not me. Bring with thee, Junius,
Spirits resolv'd to fetch me off, the noblest,
Forty will serve the turn; just at the joyning
Of both the battels, we will be weakly guarded;
And for a guide, within this hour shall reach thee
A faithful friend of mine: the gods, my Junius,
Keep thee, and me to serve thee: young Bonvica.
And all thy love requited: I am thine,
Thine everlastingly, thy love has won me,
And let it breed no doubt; our new acquaintance
Compels this, 'tis the gods decree to bless us.
The times are dangerous to meet; yet fail not,
By all the love thou bear'st me I conjure thee,
Without distrust of danger, to come to me,
For I have purpos'd a delivery
Both of my self and fortune this blest day
Into thy hands, if thou thinkst good: to shew thee
How infinite my Love is, even my Mother
Shall be thy prisoner, the day yours without hazard;
For I beheld your danger like a Lover,
A just affecter of thy faith: Thy goodness,
I know, will use us nobly, and our Marriage
If not redeem, yet lessen Romes Ambition.
I'm weary of these miseries: Use my Mother,
(if you intend to take her) with all honour,
And let this disobedience to my parents
Be laid on love, not me. Bring with thee, Junius,
Spirits resolv'd to fetch me off, the noblest,
Forty will serve the turn; just at the joyning
Of both the battels, we will be weakly guarded;
And for a guide, within this hour shall reach thee
A faithful friend of mine: the gods, my Junius,
Keep thee, and me to serve thee: young Bonvica.
Cur. This letter carries much belief, and most objections
Answer'd, we must have doubted.
Answer'd, we must have doubted.
Dec. Is that fellow
Come to ye for a guide yet?
Come to ye for a guide yet?
Dec. And examin'd?
Jun. Far more then that; he has felt tortures, yet
He vows he knows no more than this truth.
He vows he knows no more than this truth.
Dec. Strange.
Cur. If she mean what she writes, as't may be probable,
'Twill be the happiest vantage we can lean to.
'Twill be the happiest vantage we can lean to.
Jun. I'll pawn my soul she means truth.
Dec. Think an hour more,
Then if your confidence grow stronger on ye,
We'll set in with ye.
Then if your confidence grow stronger on ye,
We'll set in with ye.
Jun. Nobly done; I thank ye;
Ye know the time.
Ye know the time.
Cur. We will be either ready
To give ye present counsell, or joyn with ye.
To give ye present counsell, or joyn with ye.
Enter Swetonius, Petillius, and Demetrius, Macer.
Jun. No more as ye are Gentlemen. The general.
Swet. Draw out apace, the enemy waits for us;
Are ye all ready?
Are ye all ready?
Jun. All our Troops attend, Sir.
Swet. I am glad to hear you say so, Junius.
I hope ye are dispossest.
I hope ye are dispossest.
Jun. I hope so too, Sir.
Swet. Continue so. And Gentlemen, to you now;
To bid you fight is needless, ye are Romans,
The name will fight it self; To tell ye who
You go to fight against, his power, and nature,
But loss of time: [ye] know it, know it poor,
And oft have made it so. To tell ye farther,
His Body shows more dreadful than it has done,
To him that fears, less possible to deal with,
Is but to stick more honor on your actions,
Load ye with virtuous names, and to your memories
Tye never dying time, and fortune constant.
Go on in full assurance, draw your swords
As daring and as confident as justice;
The gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye,
Pitch'd on the topless Apenine, and blows
To all the under world: all Nations,
The seas, and unfrequented deserts, where the snow dwels,
Wakens the ruin'd monuments, and there
Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is,
Informs again the dead bones. With your virtues,
Go on, I say, valiant and wise, rule heaven,
And all the great aspects attend 'em. Do but blow
Upon this enemy, who, but that we want foes,
Cannot deserve that name; and like a myst,
A lazie fog, before your burning valors
You'll find him fly to nothing, This is all,
We have swords, and are the sons of antient Romans,
Heirs to their endless valors, fight and conquer.
To bid you fight is needless, ye are Romans,
The name will fight it self; To tell ye who
You go to fight against, his power, and nature,
But loss of time: [ye] know it, know it poor,
And oft have made it so. To tell ye farther,
His Body shows more dreadful than it has done,
To him that fears, less possible to deal with,
Is but to stick more honor on your actions,
Load ye with virtuous names, and to your memories
Tye never dying time, and fortune constant.
Go on in full assurance, draw your swords
As daring and as confident as justice;
The gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye,
Pitch'd on the topless Apenine, and blows
To all the under world: all Nations,
The seas, and unfrequented deserts, where the snow dwels,
Wakens the ruin'd monuments, and there
Where nothing but eternal death and sleep is,
Informs again the dead bones. With your virtues,
Go on, I say, valiant and wise, rule heaven,
And all the great aspects attend 'em. Do but blow
Upon this enemy, who, but that we want foes,
Cannot deserve that name; and like a myst,
A lazie fog, before your burning valors
You'll find him fly to nothing, This is all,
We have swords, and are the sons of antient Romans,
Heirs to their endless valors, fight and conquer.
De. Dem. 'Tis done.
Petill. That man that loves not this day,
And hugs not in his arms the noble danger,
May he dye fameless and forgot.
And hugs not in his arms the noble danger,
May he dye fameless and forgot.
Swet. Sufficient,
Up to your Troops, and let your drums beat thunder,
March close, and sudden like a tempest: all executions [March.
Done without sparkling of the Body: keep your phalanx
Sure lin'd, and piec'd together; your pikes forward,
And so march like a moving Fort: ere this day run,
We shall have ground to add to Rome, well won. [Exeunt.
Up to your Troops, and let your drums beat thunder,
March close, and sudden like a tempest: all executions [March.
Done without sparkling of the Body: keep your phalanx
Sure lin'd, and piec'd together; your pikes forward,
And so march like a moving Fort: ere this day run,
We shall have ground to add to Rome, well won. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Caratach and Nennius.
Nen. The Roman is advanc'd from yound' hills brow,
We may behold him, Caratach. [A March.
We may behold him, Caratach. [A March.
[Drums within at one place afar off.
Car. Let's thither,
I see the dust flie. Now I see the body,
Observe 'em, Nennius, by —— a handsome Body,
And of a few, strongly and wisely joynted:
Swetonius is a Souldier.
I see the dust flie. Now I see the body,
Observe 'em, Nennius, by —— a handsome Body,
And of a few, strongly and wisely joynted:
Swetonius is a Souldier.
Nen. As I take it,
That's he that gallops by the Regiments,
Viewing their preparations.
That's he that gallops by the Regiments,
Viewing their preparations.
Car. Very likely,
He shews no less than General: see how bravely
The Body moves, and in the head how proudly
The Captains stick like plumes: he comes apace on;
Good Nennius go, and bid my stout Lieutenant
Bring on the first square Body to oppose 'em,
And as he charges, open to inclose 'em:
The Queen move next with hers, and wheel about,
To gain their backs, in which I'll lead the Vantguard.
We shall have bloody crowns this day, I see by't;
Hast thee good Nennius, I'll follow instantly. [Exit Nennius.
How close they march, as if they grew together! [March.
No place but lin'd alike: sure from oppression;
They will not change this figure: we must charge 'em,
And charge 'em home at both ends, Van and Rere,
He shews no less than General: see how bravely
The Body moves, and in the head how proudly
The Captains stick like plumes: he comes apace on;
Good Nennius go, and bid my stout Lieutenant
Bring on the first square Body to oppose 'em,
And as he charges, open to inclose 'em:
The Queen move next with hers, and wheel about,
To gain their backs, in which I'll lead the Vantguard.
We shall have bloody crowns this day, I see by't;
Hast thee good Nennius, I'll follow instantly. [Exit Nennius.
How close they march, as if they grew together! [March.
No place but lin'd alike: sure from oppression;
They will not change this figure: we must charge 'em,
And charge 'em home at both ends, Van and Rere,
[Drums in another place afar off.
They never totter else. I hear our Musick,
And must attend it: Hold good sword, but this day,
And bite hard where I hound thee, and hereafter
I'll make a relique of thee, for young Souldiers
To come like Pilgrimes to, and kiss for Conquests. [Exit.
And must attend it: Hold good sword, but this day,
And bite hard where I hound thee, and hereafter
I'll make a relique of thee, for young Souldiers
To come like Pilgrimes to, and kiss for Conquests. [Exit.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter Junius, Curius, and Decius.
Jun. Now is the time, the fellow stays.
Dec. What think ye?
Cur. I think 'tis true.
Jun. Alas, if 'twere a question,
If any doubt or hazzard fell into't,
Do ye think mine own discretion so self-blind,
My care of you so naked, to run headlong?
If any doubt or hazzard fell into't,
Do ye think mine own discretion so self-blind,
My care of you so naked, to run headlong?
Dec. Let's take Petillius with us.
Jun. By no means:
He's never wise but to himself, nor courteous,
But where the end'[s] his own: we are strong enough,
If not to[o] many. Behind yonder hill
The fellow tells me she attends, weak guarded,
Her Mother and her Sister.
He's never wise but to himself, nor courteous,
But where the end'[s] his own: we are strong enough,
If not to[o] many. Behind yonder hill
The fellow tells me she attends, weak guarded,
Her Mother and her Sister.
Car. I would venture.
Dec. Away, I'll with ye,
But with what doubt?
But with what doubt?
Jun. Fear not, my soul for all. [Exeunt.
[Alarms, Drums and Trumpets in several
[places afar off, as at a main Battell.
Scæna Quinta.
Enter Drusus and Penyus above.
Dru. Here ye may see 'em all, Sir; from this hill
The Country shews off levell.
The Country shews off levell.
Pen. Gods defend me,
What multitudes they are, what infinites!
The Roman power shews like a little Star
Hedg'd with a double hollo. Now the knell rings, [Loud shouts.
Heark how they shout to th' battel; how the air
Totters and reels, and rends apieces, Drusus,
With the huge vollied clamours.
What multitudes they are, what infinites!
The Roman power shews like a little Star
Hedg'd with a double hollo. Now the knell rings, [Loud shouts.
Heark how they shout to th' battel; how the air
Totters and reels, and rends apieces, Drusus,
With the huge vollied clamours.
Dru. Now they charge.
Oh gods, of all sides, fearfully.
Oh gods, of all sides, fearfully.
Pen. Little Rome,
Stand but this growing Hydra one short hour,
And thou hast out-done Hercules.
Stand but this growing Hydra one short hour,
And thou hast out-done Hercules.
Dru. The dust hides 'em,
We cannot see what follows.
We cannot see what follows.
Pen. They are gone,
Gone, swallow'd, Drusus, this eternal Sun
Shall never see 'em march more.
Gone, swallow'd, Drusus, this eternal Sun
Shall never see 'em march more.
Dru. O turn this way,
And see a modell of the field, some forty,
Against four hundred.
And see a modell of the field, some forty,
Against four hundred.
Pen. Well fought, bravely follow'd;
O nobly charg'd again, charg'd home too: Drusus,
They seem to carry it: now they charge all, [Loud.
Close, close, I say; they follow it: ye gods,
Can there be more in men? more daring spirits?
Still they make good their fortunes. Now they are gone too,
For ever gone: see Drusus at their backs
A fearful Ambush rises. Farewell valours,
Excellent valours: O Rome, where's thy wisdome?
O nobly charg'd again, charg'd home too: Drusus,
They seem to carry it: now they charge all, [Loud.
Close, close, I say; they follow it: ye gods,
Can there be more in men? more daring spirits?
Still they make good their fortunes. Now they are gone too,
For ever gone: see Drusus at their backs
A fearful Ambush rises. Farewell valours,
Excellent valours: O Rome, where's thy wisdome?
Dru. They are gone indeed, Sir.
Pen. Look out toward the Army,
I am heavy with these slaughters.
I am heavy with these slaughters.
Dru. 'Tis the same still,
Covered with dust and fury.
Covered with dust and fury.
Enter the two Daughters, with Junius, Curius, Decius, and Souldiers.
2 Daugh. Bring 'em in,
Tie 'em, and then unarm 'em.
Tie 'em, and then unarm 'em.
1 Daugh. Valiant Romans,
Ye are welcome to your Loves.
Ye are welcome to your Loves.
2 Daugh. Your death, fools.
Dec. We deserve 'em,
And women do your worst.
And women do your worst.
1 Daugh. Ye need not beg it.
2 Daugh. Which is kind Junius?
Serv. This.
2 Daugh. Are you my sweet heart?
It looks ill on't: how long is't, pretty soul,
Since you and I first lov'd? Had we not reason
To doat extreamly upon one another?
How does my Love? this is not he: my chicken
Could prate finely, sing a love-song.
It looks ill on't: how long is't, pretty soul,
Since you and I first lov'd? Had we not reason
To doat extreamly upon one another?
How does my Love? this is not he: my chicken
Could prate finely, sing a love-song.
Jun. Monster.
2 Daugh. Oh, now it courts.
Jun. Arm'd with more malice
Then he that got thee has the divell.
Then he that got thee has the divell.
2 Daugh. Good.
Proceed, sweet chick.
Proceed, sweet chick.
Jun. I hate thee, that's my last.
2 Daug. Nay, and ye love me, forward: No? Come sister,
Let's prick our answers on our arrows points,
And make 'em laugh a little. Ye damn'd Leachers,
Ye proud improvident fools, have we now caught ye?
Are ye i'th' noose? Since ye are such loving creatures,
We'll be your Cupids: Do ye see these arrows?
We'll send them to your wanton livers, goats.
Let's prick our answers on our arrows points,
And make 'em laugh a little. Ye damn'd Leachers,
Ye proud improvident fools, have we now caught ye?
Are ye i'th' noose? Since ye are such loving creatures,
We'll be your Cupids: Do ye see these arrows?
We'll send them to your wanton livers, goats.
1 Dau. O how I'll trample on your hearts, ye villains,
Ambitious salt-itch slaves: Romes master sins,
The mountain Rams topt your hot mothers.
Ambitious salt-itch slaves: Romes master sins,
The mountain Rams topt your hot mothers.
2. Daugh. Dogs,
To whose brave founders a salt whore gave suck;
Theeves, honors hangmen, do ye grin? perdition
Take me for ever, if in my [fell] anger, [Enter Caratach.
I do not out-do all example.
To whose brave founders a salt whore gave suck;
Theeves, honors hangmen, do ye grin? perdition
Take me for ever, if in my [fell] anger, [Enter Caratach.
I do not out-do all example.
Car. Where,
Where are these Ladies? ye keep noble quarter,
Your Mother thinks ye dead or taken; upon which,
She will not move her Battel. Sure these faces
I have beheld and known, they are Roman Leaders,
How came they here?
Where are these Ladies? ye keep noble quarter,
Your Mother thinks ye dead or taken; upon which,
She will not move her Battel. Sure these faces
I have beheld and known, they are Roman Leaders,
How came they here?
2. Daugh. A trick Sir, that we us'd,
A certain policy conducted 'em
Unto our snare: we have done ye no small service;
These us'd as we intend, we are for th' battel,
A certain policy conducted 'em
Unto our snare: we have done ye no small service;
These us'd as we intend, we are for th' battel,
Car. As you intend? taken by treachery?
1. Daugh. Is't not allow'd?
Car. Those that should gild our Conquest,
Make up a Battel worthy of our winning,
Catch'd up by craft?
Make up a Battel worthy of our winning,
Catch'd up by craft?
2. Daugh. By any means that's lawfu[l].
Car. A womans wisdom in our triumphs? out,
Out ye sluts, ye follies; from our swords
Filch our revenges basely? arm again, Gentlemen:
Soldiers, I charge ye help 'em.
Out ye sluts, ye follies; from our swords
Filch our revenges basely? arm again, Gentlemen:
Soldiers, I charge ye help 'em.
2. Daugh. By —— Uncle,
We will have vengeance for our rapes.
We will have vengeance for our rapes.
Car. By ——
You should have kept your legs close then: dispatch there.
You should have kept your legs close then: dispatch there.
1. Daug. I will not off thus.
Car. He that stirs to execute,
Or she, though it be your selves, by him that got me,
Shall quickly feel mine anger: one great day given us,
Not to be snatch'd out of our hands but basely;
And we must shame the gods from whence we have it,
With setting snares for Soldiers? I'll run away first,
Be hooted at, and children call me coward,
Before I set up scales for Victories:
Give 'em their swords.
Or she, though it be your selves, by him that got me,
Shall quickly feel mine anger: one great day given us,
Not to be snatch'd out of our hands but basely;
And we must shame the gods from whence we have it,
With setting snares for Soldiers? I'll run away first,
Be hooted at, and children call me coward,
Before I set up scales for Victories:
Give 'em their swords.
2 Daugh. O gods.
Car. Bear off the women
Unto their Mother.
Unto their Mother.
2 Dau. One shot, gentle Uncle.
Car. One cut her fiddle-string: Bear 'em off I say.
1 Dau. The —— take this fortune.
Car. Learn to spin,
And curse your knotted hemp: go Gentlemen, [Exeunt Daughters.
Safely go off, up to your Troops: be wiser,
There thank me like tall Soldiers: I shall seek ye. [Exit Caratach.
And curse your knotted hemp: go Gentlemen, [Exeunt Daughters.
Safely go off, up to your Troops: be wiser,
There thank me like tall Soldiers: I shall seek ye. [Exit Caratach.
Cur. A noble worth.
Dec. Well Junius.
Jun. Pray ye no more.
Cur. He blushes, do not load him.
Dec. Where's your love now? [Drums loud again.
Jun. Puffe, there it flies: Come, let's redeem our follies.
[Exeunt Junius, Curius, Decius.