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And, nursed together, make a conqueror; As ready, and as full of that I brought,
Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a truth,

(Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant,
That Rome has filed before us twice, and routed; As vigilant, as wise, to do and suffer,
A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, Ever advanced as forward as the Britons,
And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours,
Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing; Ay, and as subtle, lady. 'Tis dishonour,
For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady,

And, followed, will be impudence, Bonduca, And we, that have been victors, beat ourselves, And grow to no belief, to taint these Romans. When we insult upon our honour's subject. Have not I seen the Britons Boul. My valiant cousin, is it foul to say

Bond. What? What liberty and honour bid us do,

Car. Disheartened, And what the gods allow us ?

Run, run, Bonduca ! not the quick rack swifter; Car. No, Bonduca:

The virgin from the hated ravisher So what we say exceed not what we do.

Not half so fearful; not a flight drawn home, You call the Romans' fearful, fleeing Romans, A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish, “And Roman girls, the lees of tainted pleasures:' E'er made that haste, that they have. By the gods, Does this become a doer? are they such? I've seen these Britons, that you magnify, Bond. They are no more.

Run as they would haveout-run time, and roaring, Car. Where is your conquest then?

Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn, flowers?

Halted on crutches to them. The beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire? Bond. Oh, ye powers, The holy Druides composing songs

What scandals do I suffer ! Of everlasting life to victory?

Car. Yes, Bonduca, Why are these triumphs, lady? for a May-game? I've seen thee run too; and thee, Nennius ; For hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans ? Yea, run apace, both; then, when Penius Is it no more? Shut up your temples, Britons, (The Roman girl!) cut through your armed carts, And let the husbandnian redeem his heifers, And drove them headlong on ye, down the hill; Put out our holy fires, no timbrel ring,

Then, when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, * Let's home and sleep; for such great overthrows More by the scent than sight; then did I see A candle burns too bright a sacrifice,

These valiant and approved men of Britain, A glow-worm's tail too full of fame. Oh, Nen- Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, rius,

And hoot their fears to one another nightly. Thou hadst a noble uncle, knew a Roman, Nen. And what did you then, Caratach? And how to speak him, how to give him weight Car. I fled too, In both his fortunes.

But not so fast ; your jewel had been lost then, Bond. By the gods, I think

Young Hengo there; he trasht me, Nennius: You doat upon these Romans, Caratach ! For, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, Car. Witness these wounds, I do; they were And in the head of all the Roman fury fairly given : Took him, and, with my tough belt, to my

back I love an enemy; I was born a soldier ; I buckled him; behind him, my sure shield; And he that in the head on's troop defies me, And then I followed. If I say I fought Bending my manly body with his sword, Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain, I make a mistress. Yellow-tressed Hymen I lie not, Nennius. Neither had you heard Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy, Me speak this, or ever seen the child more, Than I ain married to that man, that wounds me: But that the son of virtue, Penius, And are not all these Roman: 'Ten struck battles Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, I sucked these honoured scars from, and all Ro- My helm still in my hand (my sword,) my prow man;

Turned to my foe (my face,) he cried out nobly, Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches, 'Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off safely ; (When many a frozen storm sung through my Thy manlysword has ransomed thee; grow strong, cuirass,

And let me meet thee once again in arms; And made it doubtful, whether that or I Then, if thou stand'st, thou art mine.' I took his Were the more stubborn metal) have I wrought

offer, through,

And here I am to honour him. And all to try these Romans. Ten times a-night Bond. Oh, cousin, I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Rome From what a flight of honour hast thou checked Shot at me as I floated, and the billows Tumbled their watry ruins on my shoulders, What wouldst thou make me, Caratach? Charging my battered sides with troops of agues ; Car. See, lady, And still to try these Romans, whom I found The noble use of others in our losses. (And, if I lie, my wounds be henceforth back- Does this afflict you ? Had the Romans cried this, ward,

And, as we have done theirs, sung out these And be you witness, gods, and all my dangers)


me !



Railed on our base condition, hooted at us, And, lit:le sir, when your young bones grow stifMade marks as far as the earth was ours, to

fer, shew us

And when I see you able in a morning Nothing but sea could stop our flights, despised To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast, us,

I'll tie you to a sword. And held it equal, whether banquetting

Hengo. And what then, uncle? Or beating of the Britons were more business, Car. Then you must kill, sir, the next valiant It would have galled you.

Bond. Let me think we conquered.

That calls you knave.
Car. Do; but so think, as we may be conquered; Hengo. And must I kill but one ?
And, where we have found virtue, though in Car. An hundred, boy, I hope.

Hengo. I hope five hundred.
That came to make us slaves, let's cherish it. Car. That is a noble boy ! Come, worthy lady,
There's not a blow we gave, since Julius landed, Let us to our several charges, and henceforth
That was of strength and worth, but like records, Allow an enemy both weight and worth.
They file to after-ages. Our registers

[Ereunt. The Romans are, for noble deeds of honour; And shall we brand their mentions with upbraid

SCENE II. Bond. No more; I see myself. Thou hast

Enter JUNIUS and PETILLIUS. made me, cousin,

Pet. What ail'st thou, man? dost thou want More than my fortunes durst; for they abused

meat ?

Jun. No.
And wound me up so high, I swelled with glory: Pet. Clothes ?
Thy temperance has cured that tympany,

Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me !
And given me health again, nay more, discretion. Pet. Drink?
Shall we have peace for now I love these Ro Jun. You tire me.

Pet. Come, it is drink; I know it is drink. Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, Jun. 'Tis no drink. lady.

Pet. I say, it is drink; for what affliction Bond. Your reason?

Can light so heavy on a soldier, Nen. Is not peace the end of arms?

To dry him up as thou art, but no drink? Car. Not where the cause implies a general Thou shalt have drink. conquest :

Jun. Prithee, PetilliusHad we a difference with some petty isle,

Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant Or with our neighbours, lady, for our landmarks,

drink : The taking in of some rebellious lord,

Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see, Or making head against some slight commotions, Like a true friend, into thy wants ; 'tis drink; After a day of blood, peace might be argued; And, when I leave thee to a desolation, But where we grapple for the ground we live on, Especially of that dry nature, hang me. The liberty we hold as dear as life,

Jun. Why do you do this to me? The gods we worship, and next those, our ho Pet. For I see, nours,

Although your modesty would fain conceal it, And with those swords, that know no end of battle: Which sits as sweetly on a soldier Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh- As an old side-saddle bour;

Jun. What do you see? Those minds, that where the day is, claim inherit- Pet. I see as fair as day, that thou want'st ance,

drink. And where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their Did I not find thee gaping, like an oyster harvest,

For a new tide? Thy very thoughts lie bare, And where they march, but measure out more Like a low ebb; thy soul, that rid in sack, ground

Lies moored for want of liquor. Do but see To add to Rome, and here i'th' bowels on us; Into thyself; for, by the gods, I do; It must not be. No, as they are our foes, For all thy body's chapped and cracked like timber, And those, that must be so, until we tire them, For want of moisture: What is it thou want'st Let's use the peace of honour, that's fair dealing,

there, Junius, But in our hands our swords. That hardy Roman, An if it be not drink? That hopes to graft himself into my stock,

Jun. You have too much on't. Must first begin his kindred under-ground, Pet. It may be a whore too. Say it be, come And be allied in ashes.

meecher, Bond. Caratach,

Thou shalt have both; a pretty valiant fellow, As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done ; Die for a little lap and lechery? And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver :

Pet. No, it shall ne'er be said in our country, The Romans shall have worthy wars.

Thou diedst of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble Car. They shall :


The son of her that loves a soldier,

For officers, and men of action !), Hear what I promised for thee! thus I said : And those so clipt by master mouse, and rotten--Lady, I take thy son to my companion ; (For understand them French beans, where the Lady, I love thy son, thy son loves war,

fruits The war loves danger, danger drink, drink dis Are ripened like the people, in old tubs), cipline,

For mine own part, I say, I am starved already, Which is society and lechery;

Not worth another bean, consumed to nothing, These two beget commanders : Fear not, lady; Nothing but flesh and bones left, miserable: Thy son shall lead.

Now, if this musty provender can prick me Jun. 'Tis a strange thing, Petillius,

To honourable matters of atchievement, gentleThat so ridiculous and loose a mirth

men, Can master your affections.

Why, there's the point. Pet. Any mirth,

4 Sold. I'll fight no more. And any way, of any subject, Junius,

Pet. You'll hang then; Is better than unmanly mustiness.

A sovereign help for hunger. Ye eating rascals, What harm is in drink? in a good wholesome Whose gods are beef and brewis ! whose brave wench?

angers I do beseech you, sir, what error? Yet Do execution upon these, and chibbals ! It cannot out of my head handsomely,

Ye dog's heads in the porridge-pot ! ye fight no But thou wouldst fain be drunk: come, no more

more! fooling;

Does Rome depend upon your resolution The general has new wine, new come over. For eating mouldy pye-crust?

Jun. He must have new acquaintance for it too, 3 Sold. Would we had it ! For I will none, I thank ye.

Judas. I may do service, captain. Pet. * None, I thank you?'

Pet. In a fish-market. A short and touchy answer! None, I thank You, corporal Curry-comb, what will your fightyou?

ing You do not scorn it, do you?

Profit the commonwealth ? do you hope to triJun. Gods defend, sir!

umph ? I owe him still more honour.

Or dare your vamping valour, goodman Cobler, Pet. * None, I thank you!'

Clap a new sole to th’ kingdom? 'Sdeath, ye No company, no drink, no wench, I thank you?' dog-whelps, You shall be worse entreated, sir.

You fight, or not fight? Jun. Petillius,

Judas. Captain ! As thou art honest, leave me!

Pet. Out, ye flesh-flies! Pet. • None, I thank you?'

Nothing but noise and nastiness!
A modest and a decent resolution,

Judas. Give us meat,
And well put on. Yes; I will leave you, Junius, Whereby we may do.
And leave you to the boys, that very shortly Pet. Whereby hangs your valour.
Shall all salute you, by your new sirname, Judas. Good bits afford good blows.
Of Junius · None I thank you.' I would starve Pet. A good position;

How long is't since thou eatest last? Wipe thy Hang, drown, despair, deserve the forks, lie open

mouth, To all the dangerous passes of a wench,

And then tell truth. Bound to believe her tears, wed her aches, Judas. I have not eat to th’ purposeEre I would own thy follies. I have found you, Pet. ' To th' purpose!' what is that? half a Your lays, and out-leaps, Junius, haunts, and

cow and garlic? lodges:

Ye rogues, my company eat turf, and talk not; I have viewed you, and I have found you, by my Timber they can digest, and fight upon it; skill,

Old mats, and mud with spoons, rare meats. To be a fool of the first head, Junius,

Your shoes, slaves; And I will hunt you: You are in love, I know it; Dare ye cry out for hunger, and those extant ? You are an ass, and all the camp shall know it; Suck your sword-hilts, ye slaves; if ye be valiant, A peevish idle boy, your dame shall know it; Honour will make them marchpane. • To the A wronger of my care, yourself shall know it.

purpose?' Enter JUDAS and four Soldiers.

A grievous penance ! Dost thou see that gentle

man, Judas. A bean? a princely diet, a full banquet, That melancholy monsieur ? To what we compass.

Jun. Pray you, Petillius ! i Sold. Fight like hogs for acorns ?

Pet. He has not eat these three weeks. 2 Sold. Venture our lives for pig-nuts ?

2 Sold. He has drunk the more then. Per. What ail these rascals?

3 Sold. And that is all one. s Sold. If this hold, we are starved.

Pet. Nor drunk nor sicpt these two months. Judas. For my part, friends,

Judus. Captain, we do beseech you, as poor Which is but twenty beans a day (a hard world




Men, that have seen good days, whose mortal sto


May sometime feel afflictions---- [T. JUNIUS.
Jun. This, Petillius,

drum and colours.
Is not so nobly done.

Suet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatched
Pet. 'Tis common profit ;

To Penius, to command him to bring up
Urge him to th' point, he'll find you out a fool, The Volans regiment ?
That needs no teeth nor stomach; a strange fur- Dem. He is there by this time.

Suet. And are the horse well viewed, we
Will feed you up as fat as hens i'th' foreheads,

brought from Mona?
And make ye fight like fichoks: to him.

Dec. The troops are full and lusty.
Judas. Captain

Suet. Good Petillius,
Jun. Do you long to have your throats cut? Look to those eating rogues, that bawl for victuals,
Pet. See what metal

And stop their throats a day or two: Provision
It makes in him: Two meals more of this me. Waits but the wind to reach us.

Pet. Sir, already
And there lies Caratach.

I have been tampering with their stomachs, which
Judas. We do beseech you

I find 2 Sold. Humbly beseech your valouro- As deaf as adders to delays: Your clemency Jun. Am I only

Hath made their murmurs, mutinies; nay rebelBecome your sport, Petillius ?

lions ; Judas. But to render

Now, an they want but mustard, they are in upIn way of general good, in preservation

roars! Jun. Out of my thoughts, ye slaves !

No oil but Candy, Lusitanian figs, 4 Sold. Or rather pity

And wine from Lesbos, now can satisfy them; 3 Sold. Your warlike remedy against the maw. The British waters are grown dull and muddy,

The fruit disgustful; Orontes must be sought for, Judas. Or notable receipt to live by nothing. And apples from the happy isles; the truth is, Pęt. Out with your table-books !

They are more curious now, in having nothing, Jun. Is this true friendship?

Than if the sea and land turned up their treaAnd must my killing griefs make other's May

This lost the colonies, and gave Bonduca Stand from my sword's point, slaves ! your poor (With shame we must record it) tiine and strength starved spirits

To look into our fortunes; great discretion Can make me no oblations; else, oh, love, To follow offered vict'ry; and last, full pride Thou proudly-blind destruction! I would send To brave us to our teeth, and scorn our ruins. thee

Suet. Nay, chide not, good Petillius ! I confess Whole hetacombs of hearts, to bleed my sor- My will to conquer Mona, and long stay

To execute that will, let in these losses: Judas. Alas, he lives by love, sir. (Erit JUNIUS. All shall be right again, and as a pine Pet. So he does, sir;

Rent from Oěta by a sweeping tempest, And cannot you do so too? All my company Jointed again, and made a mast, defies Are now in love; ne'er think of meat, nor talk Those angry winds, that sphit him; so will I, Of what provant is : Ay me's! and hearty hey Pieced to my never-failing strength and fortune, hoes !

Steer through these swelling dangers, plow their Are sallads fit for soldiers. Live by meat ?

prides up, By larding up your bodies ? 'tis lewd, and lazy, And bear like thunder through their loudest temAnd shews ye merely mortal, dull, and drives ye

pests. To fight like camels, with baskets at your noses. They keep the field still? Get ye in love! Ye can whore well enough, Dem. Confident and full. That all the world knows: fast ye into famine, Pet. In such a number, one would swear they Yet ye can crawl like crabs to wenches : hand

grew : somely,

The hills are wooded with their partizans, Fall but in love now, as ye see example,

And all the vallies overgrown with darts, And follow 't but with all your thoughts, proba. As moors are with rank rushes; no ground left us tum,

To charge upon, no room to strike. Say fortune There's so much charge saved, and your hunger's And our endeavours bring us into them, ended.

[Drum afar off. They are so infinite, so ever-springmg, Away! I hear the general. Get ye in love all, We shall be killed with killing; of desperate wo. Up to the ears in love, that I may hear

men, No more of these rude murmurings; and dis- That neither fear or shame e'er found, the devil creetly

Has ranked amongst them multitudes; say the Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy

men fail, A pickled rope will choke ye. Jog, and talk They'll poison us with their petticoats; say they not!







They've priests enough to pray us into nothing. Dem. No doubt they dare redeem all.
Suet. These are imaginations, dreams of no Suet. Then no doubt

The day must needs be ours. That the proud
The man, that doubts or fears-
Dec. I am free of both.

Is infinite in number better likes me, Dem. The self-same I.

Than if we dealt with squadrons; half her army Pet. And I as free as any;

Shall choke themselves, their own swords dig their As careless of my flesh, of that we call life,

graves. So I may lose it nobly, as indifferent

I'll tell you all my fears; one single valour,
As if it were my diet. Yet, noble general, The virtues of the valiant Caratach,
It was a wisdom learned from you, I learned it, More doubts me than all Britain : He's a soldier
And worthy of a soldier's care, most worthy, So forged out, and so tempered for great fortunes,
To weigh with most deliberate circumstance So much man thrust into him, so old in dangers,
The ends of accidents, above their offers; So fortunate in all attempts, that his mere name
How to go on and get; to save a Roman, Fights in a thousand men, himself in millions,
Whose one life is more worth in way of doing, To make him Roman: But no more. Petillius,
Than millions of these painted wasps : how, view- How stands your charge?

Pet. Ready for all employments,
To find advantage out; how, found, to follow it | To be commanded too, sir.
With counsel and discretion, lest mere fortune Suet. 'Tis well governed ;
Should claim the victory.

To-morrow we'll draw out and view the cohorts : Suet. 'Tis true, Petillius,

l'th' mean time, all apply their offices.
And worthily remembered: The rule is certain, Where's Junius?
Their uses no less excellent; but where time Pet. In's cabin, sick o'th' mumps, sir.
Cuts off occasions, danger, time and all

Suet. How?
Tend to a present peril, 'tis required

Pet. In love, indeed in love, most lamentably Our swords and manhoods be best counsellors,

loving, Our expeditions, precedents. To win is nothing, To the tune of Queen Dido. Where Reason, Time, and Counsel are our camp- Dec. Alas, poor gentleman ! masters;

Suet. 'Twill make him fight the nobler. With But there to bear the field, then to be conquerors,

what lady?
Where pale destruction takes us, takes us beaten, I'll be a spokesman for him.
In wants and mutinies, ourselves but handfulls, Pet. You'll scant speed, sir.
And to ourselves our own fears, needs a new way, Suet. Who is it?
A sudden and a desperate execution :

Pet. The devil's dam, Bonduca's daughter,
Here, how to save, is loss; to be wise, dangerous; Her youngest cracked i'th' ring.
Only a present well-united strength,

Suet. I'm sorry for him : And minds made up for all attempts, dispatch it: But sure his own discretion will reclaim him; Disputing and delay here cool the courage; He must deserve our anger else. Good captains, Necessity gives time for doubts ; (things infinite, Apply yourselves in all the pleasing forms According to the spirit they are preached to :) Ye can, unto the soldiers ; fire their spirits, Rewards like them, and names for after-ages, And set them fit to run this action; Must steel the soldier, his own shame help to arm Mine own provisions shall be shared amongst him;

them, And having forced his spirit, ere he cools, 'Till more come in; tell them, if now they conFling him upon his enemies; sudden and swift,

quer, Like tigers amongst foxes, we must fight for it: The fat of all the kingdom lies before them. Fury must be our fortune; shame, we have lost, Their shames forgot, their honours infinite, Spurs ever in our sides to prick us forward: And want for ever banished. Two days hence, There is no other wisdom nor discretion Our fortunes, and our swords, and gods be for us ! Due to this day of ruin, but destruction;

[Ereunt. The soldier's order first, and then his anger.



Pen. I must come?
Macer. So the general commands, sir.
Pen. I must bring up my regiment ?
Macer. Believe, sir,

I bring no lie.

Pen. But, did he say I must come?
Macer. So delivered.

Pen. How long is't, Regulus, since I commanded
In Britain here?

Reg. About five years, great Penius.
Pen. The general, some five months! Are all

my actions
and lost, my services so barren,

So poor

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