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And be what you were born to: Take your i Cil. Yes, indeed, will we, sir : We have not love,

seen one foe a great while. And with her my repentance, and my wishes, Cap. He would have weapons, would he? Give And all my prayers. By the gods, my heart speaks him a broadside, my brave boys, with your pikes; this;

branch me his skin in flowers like a sattin, and And if the least fall from me not performed, between every flower a mortal cut. Your rovalMay I be struck with thunder!

ty shall ravel! Jag him, gentlemen : I'll have him Phi. Mighty sir,

cut to the kell, then down the seams. Oh, for a I will not do your greatness so much wrong, whip to make him galloon-laces! I'll bave a coachAs not to make your word truth. Free the prin- whip. cess,

Pha. Oh, spare me, gentlemen! And the poor boy, and let me stand the shock Cap. Hold, hold; the man begins to fear, and Of this mad sea-breach; which I'll either turn, know himself; he shall for this time only be seelOr perish with it.

ed up, with a feather through his nose, that he King. Let your own word free them.

may only see heaven, and think whither he is goPhi. Then thus I take my leave, kissing your ing. Nay, my beyond-sea sir, we will proclaim hand,

you: You would be king! Thou tender heir-apAnd hanging on your royal word. Be kingly, parent to a church-ale, thou slight prince of sinAnd be not mov sir : I shall bring you peace, gle sarcenet; thou royal ring-tail, fit to fly at noOr never bring myself back.

ching but poor mens' poultry, and have every boy King. All the gods go with thee ! (Exeunt. beat thee from that too with his bread and butter!

Phu. Gods keep me from these hell hounds! Enter an Old Captain and Citizens, with PHA- 2 Cit. Shall's geld him, captain ? RAMOND.

Cap. No, you shall spare his dowcets, my dear Cap. Come, my brave myrmidons, let's fall on! donsels; as you respect the ladies, let them nouJet our caps swarm, my boys, and your nimble rish : The curses of a longing woman kill as tongues forget your mother's gibberish, of what speedy as a plague, boys. dy'e lack, and set your mouths up, children, i Cit. l'll have a leg, that's certain. till your palates fall frighted, half a fathom past 2 Cit. I'll have an arm. the cure of bay-salt and gross pepper. And then 3 Cit. I'll have his nose, and at mine own cry Philaster, brave Philaster! Let Philaster be charge build a college, and clap it upon the gate. deeper in request, my dingdongs, my pairs of dear 4 Cit. I'll have his little gut to string a kit indentures, kings of clubs, than your cold water with; for, certainly, a royal gut will sound like camlets, or your paintings spotted with copper. silver. Let not your hasty silks, or your branched cloth Pha. 'Would they were in thy belly, and I of bodkin, or your tissues, dearly beloved of spiced past my pain at once! cake and custard, your Robinhoods, Scarlets and 5 Cit. Good captain, let me have his liver to Johns, tie your affections in darkness to your feed ferrets. shops. No, dainty duckers, up


your three- Cap. Who will have parcels else? speak. piled spirits, your wrought valours; and let your Pha. Good gous, consider me! I shall be toruncut choler make the king feel the measure of tured. your mightiness. Philaster! cry, my rose-nobles, 1 Cit. Captain, I'll give you the trimming of cry.

your two-hand sword, and let me have his skin All. Philaster! Philaster!

to make false scabbards. Cap. How do you like this, my lord prince? 2 Cit. He has no horns, sir, has he? These are mad boys, I tell you; these are things, Cap. No, sir, he's a pollard. What would'st that will not strike their top-sails to a foist; and thou do with horns ? let a man of war, an argosy, hull and cry cockles. 2 Cit. Oh, if he had, I would have made rare Pha. Why, you rude slave, do you know what hafts and whistles of them; but his shin-bones,

if they be sound, shall serve me. Cap. My pretty prince of puppets, we do know;

Enter PHLASTER. and give your greatness warning, that you talk no more such bug-words, or that soldered crown All. Long live Philaster, the brave prince Phishall be scratched with a musquet. Dear prince

laster! Pippen, down with your noble blood; or, as I Phi. I thank you, gentlemen. But why are live, r'll have you coddled. Let him loose, my

these spirits ! Make us a round ring with your bills, Rude weapons bronght abroad, to teach your my Hectors, and let us see what this trim man

hands dares do. Now, sir, have at you! Here I lie, Uncivil trades? and with this swashing blow (do you sweat, Cap. My royal Rosiclear, prince?) I could hulk your grace, and hang you We are thy myrmidons, thy guard, thy roarers! up cross-legged, like a hare at a poulterer's, and And when thy noble body is in durance, do this with this wiper.

Thus do we clap our musty murrions on, Pha. You will not see me murdered, wicked And trace the streets in terror. Is it peace, villains?

Thou Mars of men? Is the king sociable,

you do?


And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen,
And free as Phæbus ? Speak. If not, this stand

Enter KING, ARETHUSA, GALATEA, MEGRA, Of royal blood shall be abroach, a-tilt,

CLEREMONT, Dion, THRASILINE, BELLARIO, And run even to the lees of honour.

and attendants. Pki. Hold, and be satisfied: I am myself; King. Is it appeased ? Free as my thoughts are: by the gods, I am. Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night,

Cap. Art thou the dainty darling of the king? As peaceable as sleep.. My lord Philaster Art thou the Hylas to our Hercules ?

Brings on the prince himself. Do the lords bow, and the regarded scarlets King. Kind gentleman ! Kiss their gummed golls, and cry, 'we are your I will not break the least word I have given servants ?

In promise to him: I have heaped a world Is the court navigable, and the presence stuck Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope With flags of friendship? If not, we are thy | To wash away.

castle, And this man sleeps.

Phi. I am what I desire to be, your friend; Cle. My lord is come.
I am what I was born to be, your prince.

King. My son !
Pha. Sir, there is some humanity in you; Blest be the time, that I have leave to call
You have a noble soul; forget my name,

Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine arms,
And know my misery: set me safe aboard Methinks I have a salve unto my breast
From these wild cannibals, and, as I live, For all the stings, that dwell there. Streams of
I'll quit this land for ever. There is nothing,

grief, Perpetual 'prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness That I have wronged thee, and as much of joy of all sorts, of all dangers, and all together, That I repent it, issue from mine eyes : The worst company of the worst men, madness, Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take

age, To be as many creatures as a woman,

She is thy right too; and forget to urge And do as all they do; nay, to despair ; My vexed soul with that I did before. But I would rather make it a new nature,

*Phi. Sir, it is blotted from my memory, And live with all those, than endure one hour Past and forgotten. For you, prince of Spain, Amongst these wild dogs.

Whom I have thus redeemed, you have full leave Phi. I do pity you.—Friends, discharge your To make an honourable voyage home. fears;

And if you would go furnished to your realm Deliver me the prince: I'll warrant you, With fair provision, I do see a lady, I shall be old enough to find my safety.

Methinks, would gladly bear you company : 3 Cit. Good sir, take heed he does not hurt How like you this piece? you:

Meg. Sir, he likes it well; He's a fierce man, I can tell you, sir.

For he hath tried it, and found it worth Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a sur- His princely liking. We were ta'en a-bed. cingle,

I know your meaning, I am not the first And mail you like a hawk,

(He slirs. That nature taught to seek a fellow forth: Phi. Away, away; there is no danger in him: Can shame remain perpetually in me, Alas, he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. And not in others ? or, have princes salves, Look ye, friends, how gently he leads. Upon my To cure ill names, that meaner people want? word,

Phi. What mean you? He's tame enough, he needs no further watch- Meg. You must get another ship, ing

To bear the princess and the boy together. Good my friends, go to your houses,

Dion. How now? And by me bave your pardons, and my love; Meg. Others took me, and I took her and him And know, there shall be nothing in my power At that all women may be ta’en some time. You may deserve, but you shall bave your Ship us all four, my lord; we can endure wishes.

Weather and wind alike. To give you more thanks were to flatter you. King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for Continue still your love; and, for an earnest,

father, Drink this.

Are. This earth, how false it is! What means All. Long may'st thou live, brave prince! brave

is left prince!

For me to clear myself? It lies in your belief. Brave prince!

[Ex. Phi, and Pha. My lords, believe me ; and let all things else Cap. Thou art the king of courtesy !

Struggle together to dishonour me. Fall off again, my sweet youths. Come, and every Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may man trace to his house again, and hang his pew

speak ter up; then to the tavern, and bring your wives As freedom would; then I will call this lady in muffs. We will have music; and the red As base as be her actions ! hear me, sir. grape shall wake us dance, and rise, boys. Believe your heated blood, when it rebels

[Freunt. | Against your reason, sooner than this lady.


Meg. By this good light, he bears it hand- | In court, of one Euphrasia, a lady, somely,

And daughter to you ; betwixt whom and me,
Phi. This lady? I will sooner trust the wind They, that would Hatter my bad face, would swear
With feathers, or the troubled sea with pearl, There was such strange resemblance, that we two
Than her with any thing. Believe her not ! Could not be known asunder, dressed alike.
Why, think

if I did believe her words,

Dion. By heaven, and so there is!
I would outlive them? Honour cannot take Bel. For her fair sake,
Revenge on you; then, what were to be known Whọ now doth spend the spring-time of her life
But death?

In holy pilgrimage, move to the king, King. Forget her, sir, since all is knit That I may 'scape this torture. Between us. But I must request of you

Dion. But thou speakest One favour, and will sadly be denied.

As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look. Phi. Command, whate'er it be.

How came it to thy knowledge, that she lives. King. Swear to be true

In pilgrimage? To what you promise.

Bel. I know it not, my lord ; Phi. By the powers above!

But I have heard it; and do scarce believe it. Let it not be the death of her or him,

Dion. Oh, my shame! (Is't possible ? Drav And it is granted. King. Bear away that boy

That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she,
To torture; I will have her cleared or buried. Or else her murderer? Where wert thou born ?
Phi. Oh, let me call my words back, worthy Bel. In Syracusa.
sir !

Dion. What's thy name?
Ask something else! Bury my life and right Bel. Euphrasia.
In one poor grave; but do not take away

Dion. Oh, 'tis just, 'tis she !
My life and fame at once.

Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou hadst died, King. Away with him! it stands irrevocable. And I had never seen thee, nor my shame! Phi. Turn all your eyes on me: here stands a How shall I own thee? shall this tongue of mine man,

E'er call thee daughter more

e ? The falsest and the basest of this world.

Bel. 'Would I haal died indeed ! I wish it too: Set swords against this breast, some honest man, And so I must have done by vow, ere published For I have lived, till I am pitied !

What I have told, but that there was no means My former deeds were hateful, but this last To hide it longer. Yet I joy in this, Is pitiful; for, I, unwillingly,

The princess is all clear. Have given the dear preserver of my life

King. What have you done? Unto his torture ! Is it in the


Dion. All is discovered.
Of flesh and blood, to carry this and live!

Phi. Why then hold you me?
Offers to kill himself

(He offers to stab himself. Are. Dear sir, be patient yet! Oh, stay that All is discovered ! Pray you, let me go. hand.

King. Stay him. King. Sirs, strip that boy.

Are. What is discovered ? Dion. Come, sir; your tender flesh will try Dion. Why, my shame! your constancy:

It is a woman : let her speak the rest. Bel. Oh, kill me, gentlemen!

Phi. How? that again ! Dion. No! Help, sirs.

Dion. It is a woman. Bel. Will you torture me?

Phi. Blessed be you powers, that favour innoKing. Haste there! why stay you?

cence ! Bel. Then I shall not break my vow,

King. Lay hold upon that lady. You know, just gods, though I discover all. Phi. It is a woman, sir! hark, gentlemen ! King. How's that? will he confess?

It is a woman! Arethusa, take Dion. Sir, so he says.

My soul into thy breast, that would be gone King. Speak then.

It is a woman! thou art fair, Bel. Great king, if you command

And virtuous still to ages, in despite of malice. This lord to talk with me alone, my tongue, King. Speak you; where lies his shame? Urged by my heart, shall utter all the thoughts Bel. I am his daughter. My youth hath known; and stranger things than Phi. The gods are just. these

Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you two, You hear not often.

The virtue of our age, I bend my knee
King. Walk aside with him.
Why speakest thou not?

Phi. Take it freely; for, I know,
Bel. Know you this face, my lord ?

Though what thou didst were indiscreetly done, Dion. No.

'Twas meant well. Bel. Have you not seen it, nor the like?

Are. And for me,
Dion. Yes, I have seen the like, but readily I have a power to pardon sins, as oft
I know not where.

As any man has power to wrong me.
Bel. I have been often told

Cle. Noble and worthy !

With joy.

For mercy,

Phi, But, Bellario,

King. Search out a match
(For I must call thee still so) tell me why Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt,
Thou didst conceal thy sex? It was a fault ; And I will pay thy dowry; and thyself
A fault, Bellario, though thy other deeds

Wilt well deserve him.
Of truth outweighed it: all these jealousies Bel. Never, sir, will I
Had flown to nothing, if thou hadšt discovered Marry; it is a thing within my vow:
What now we know.

But, if I may have leave to serve the princess, Bel. My father oft would speak

To see the virtues of her lord and her,
Your worth and virtue; and, as I did grow I shall have hope to live.
More and more apprehensive, I did thirst

Are. And I, Philaster,
To see the man so praised; but yet all this Cannot be jealous, though you had a lady
Was but a maiden longing, to be lost

Dressed like a page to serve you; nor will I
As soon as found; till sitting in my window, Suspect her living here. Come, live with me;
Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, Live free, as I do. She, that loves my lord,
I thought, (but it was you) enter our gates.

Curst be the wife that hates her! My blood flew out, and back again as fast,

Phi. I grieve such virtues should be laid in earth As I had puffed it forth and sucked it in Without an heir. Hear me, my royal father: Like breath; then was I called away in haste, Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, To entertain you. Never was a man,

To think to take revenge of that base woman; Heaved from a sheep-cot to a sceptre, raised Her malice cannot hurt us. Set her free So high in thoughts as I : you left a kiss As she was born, saving from shame and sin. Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep King. Set her at liberty; but leave the court; From you for ever. I did hear you talk, This is no place for such ! You, Pharamond, Far above singing! after you were gone, Shall have free passage, and a conduct home, I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched Worthy so great a prince. When you come there, What stirred it so: alas ! 'I found it love; Remember, 'twas your faults, that lost you her, Yet far from lust; for could I but have lived And not my purposed will. In presence of you, I had had my end.

Pha. I do confess, For this I did delude my noble father

Renowned sir. With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself King. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, In habit of a boy; and, for I knew

Philaster, My birth no match for you, I was past hope This kingdom, which is yours, and after me of having you; and, understanding well, Whatever I call mine. My blessing on you ! That, when I made discovery of my sex, All happy hours be at your marriage joys, I could not stay with you, I inade a vow, That you may grow yourselves over all lands, By all the most religious things a maid

And live to see your plenteous branches spring Could call together, never to be known,

Wherever there is sun ! let princes learn Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, By this, to rule the passions of their blood, For other than I seemed, that I might ever For what heaven wills can never be withstood. Abide with you: then sat I by the fount,

[Exeunt omnes, Wbere first you took me up.









Roman officers. CARATACH, generalof the Britons, cousin to Bon- MACER, duca.

CURIUS, NENNIUS, a great soldier, a British commander. JUDAS, a corporal, a cowardly, hungry knave. HENGO, a brave boy, nephew to Caratuch.

Herald. SUETONIUS, general to the Roman army in Bri- Druids. tain.

Soldiers. JUNIUS, a Roman captain, in love with Bonduca's daughter.

WOMEN. Petillius, another Roman captain.

BONDUCA, queen of the Iceni, a brate virago. DEMETRIUS,

Her two daughters, by Prasutagus.
DECIUS, Roman commanders.

SCENE,- Britain.


Not lusty arms. Dare they send these to seek us, SCENE I.

These Roman girls ? is Britain grown so wanton ?

Twice we have beat them, Nennius, scattered Enter BONDUCA, Daughters, HENGO, NENNIUS,

them : and Soldiers.

And through their big-boned Germans, on whose Bond. The hardy Romans ? Oh, ye gods of

pikes Britain,

The honour of their actions sits in triumph, The rust of arms, the blushing shame of soldiers ! Made themes for songs to shame them : And a Are these the men, that conquer by inheritance?

woman, The fortune-makers ? these the Julians,

A woman beat them, Nennius; a weak woman,

A woman, beat these Romans !

Car. So it seems;
That with the sun measure the end of nature, A man would shame to talk so.
Making the world but one Rome, and one Cæsar? Bond. Who's that?
Shame, how they flee ! Cæsar's soft soul dwells Car. I.
in them;

Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes ? Their mothers got them sleeping, Pleasure nursed Car. No, Bonduca; them;

If I grieve, it is the bearing of your fortunes: Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allure- You put too much wind to your sail; discretion ments,

And hardy valour are the twins of honour,

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