Pet. Good-morrow, gentlemen! Where's the And I beseech you note me, for I love you, It cannot be he dare out-live this fortune; Pen. As you see. Pet. I'm glad on't; Continue so still. The lord general, Pet. He that commanded fortune and the day, By his own valour and discretion, (When, as some say, Penius refused to come, But I believe them not) sent me to see you. Pen. Ye are welcome; and pray see me, see me well; You shall not see me long. Pet. I hope so, Penius.The gods defend, sir! Pen. See me and understand me: This is he, Left to fill up your triumph; he, that basely Whistled his honour off to the wind, that coldly Shrunk in his politic head, when Rome, like And bring along all comfort: Are we gods, There is no mercy in mankind can reach me, All sins I can commit, to be forgiven; Pen. He is a brave gentleman, A valiant, and a loving; and, I dare say, Nor dare I hope more from him than is worthy. Pet. So would sullen children, Pen. Prithee no more; tis foolish. Didst not thou Pen. And thou didst it nobly, Like a true man, a soldier; and I thank thee, I thank thee, good Petillius, thus I thank thee! Pet. Since you are so justly made up, let me tell you, 'Tis fit you die indced. Pen. Oh, how thou lovest me! Pet. For say he had forgiven you, say the people's whispers Were tame again, the time run out for wonder, What must your own command think, from whose swords You have taken off the edges, from whose valours The due and recompense of arms; nay, made it doubtful Whether they knew obedience! must not these kill you? Say they are won to pardon you, by mere miracle | If so, I bring you comfort; dare you take it? Pet. If your mind serve you, There is a mercy for each fault, if tamely Pen. No, by no ineans: I am only thinking now, sir, (For I am resolved to go) of a most base death, Fitting the baseness of my fault. I'll hang. Pet. You shall not; you are a gentleman I honour; I would else flatter you, and force you live, Which is far baser. Hanging? 'tis a dog's death, An end for slaves. Pen. The fitter for my baseness. Pet. Besides, the man, that is hanged, preaches his end, And sits a sign for all the world to gape at. Pen. That is true; I'll take a fitter: poison. 'Tis equal ill; the death of rats and women, Pen. Why, my sword, then. Pet. Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir, There is nothing under heaven that's like your sword; Your sword is a death indeed! Pen. It shall be sharp, sir. Pet. Why, Mithridates was an arrànt ass To die by poison, if all Bosphorus Could lend him swords: Your sword must do the deed; Tis shame to die choaked, fame to die and bleed. Pen. Thou hast confirmed me; and, my good Petillius, Tell me no more I may live. Pet. 'Twas my commission; But now I see you in a nobler way, A way to make all even. Pen. Farewell, captain! Be a good man, and fight well; be obedient; The great and honoured Penius!- Oh, how it heightens me! again, Petillius! Mine, only mine! Pet. They are still. Pen. Then, to keep them From ever falling more, have at ye! Heavens, way Reg. Good soldiers, honest soldiers- Drus. Kill us first; we command too. Consider but whose life ye seek.-Oh, Drusius, Command thyself, and then thy men. Why sha-Shall first be sheathed in Penius? Do ye weep? kest thou? Howl out, ye wretches! ye have cause; howl ever! Who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance When children fail, and Time, that takes all with | To these fierce men, they will afford ye pity. him, Build houses for ye to oblivion? Drus. Oh, ye poor desperate fools, no more now soldiers, Go home, and hang your arms up; let rust rot them; your virtues; And humble your stern valours to soft prayers! Thou thunderbolt, farewell!-Take up the body: Enter SUETONIS, JUNIUS, DECIUS, DEMETRIUS, We love thy nobleness. [Exit Decius. Bond. I thank ye! ye say well; You must adore and fear the power of Rome. The thatched houses, where the Britons dwell See nought but chaste and simple purity. We will not sink one thought. Suet, I'll make ye. Bond. No. Enter DECIUS. Dec. There is a breach made; Is it your will we charge, sir? Suct. Once more, mercy, Mercy to all that yield! Bond. I scorn to answer; Speak to him, girl, and hear thy sister. 1 Daugh. General, Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me, To follow your gay sports, and fill your slaves Pet. Brave behaviour! 1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome, as noble, Our names before her, and our deeds her envy, Pet. 'Sdeath, I shall love her. 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering, like our slaves; To make ye curse our patience, wish the world Were lost again, to win us only, and esteem The end of all ambitions. Bond. Do ye wonder? We'll make our monuments in spite of fortune; 2 Daugh. Oh, mother, these are fearful hours; In spite of all your eagles' wings, we'll work speak gently A pitch above ye; and from our heart we'll stoop FLETCHER.] 1 Daugh. And then be sure to dic. Nen. It shall go hard else. Bond. That's a good wench! Comfort me still, for heaven's sake. 1 Daugh. Where eternal 155 [Stabs herself. Our youths are, and our beauties; where no wars come. 2 Daugh. A long farewell to this world! [Dies. Bond. Good; I'll help thee. 1 Daugh. The next is mine. man lady, Shew me a Ro[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. Nen. Gods take thee, lady! [Exit Nennius. 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 Duugh. 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 2 Daugh. Oh, persuade her, Romans! Suet. Yield, and be a queen still, A mother, and a friend. Bond. Ye talk! Come, hold it, And put it home. 1 Daugh. Fy, sister, fy! What would you live to be? 2 Daugh. Mercy! Suet. Hear her, thou wretched woman! 2 Daugh. Mercy, mother! Oh, whither will you send me? I was once Your darling, your delight. Bond. Oh, gods! fear in my family? 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, ye learn But two short hours, this frailty. Would 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 is a draught would ask no less than Cæsar "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 CARATACH upon a rock, and HENGO by him sleeping. Car. Thus we afflicted Britons climb for safeties, 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. Hengo. A little, uncle, To be of eminence.-Most worthy soldiers, Sold. 'Tis the body Of the great captain Penius, by himself * Car. Oh, stay, ye Romans, By the religion, which ye owe those gods, What is thy will, Caratach? Car. Set down the body, The body of the noblest of all Romans; 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 piece of endless honour, |