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Pen. No, by no means : I'm only thinking | If ever there was any in poor Penius, now, sir,

Made more, and happier, light on him ! I faint(For I am resolved to go) of a most base death, And where there is a foe, I wish him fortune. Fitting the baseness of my fault. I'll hang. I die. Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earth! Pei. You shall not; you're a gentleman I ho

Dies. nour ;

Pet. And on my sin ! Farewell, great Penius! I would else flatter you, and force you live, The soldier is in fury; now I'm glad Which is far baser. Hanging? 'tis a dog's death,

[Noise within. An end for slaves.

'Tis done before he comes. This way for me, Pen. The fitter for my baseness.

The of toil; for thee, the way of honour ! Pet. Besides, the man that's hanged preaches

(Erit. his end, And sits a sign for all the world to gape at.

Enter DRUSIUS und REGULUS, with soldiers.
Pen. That's true; I'll take a fitter: poison. Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him!
Pet. No,

Drus. What will ye do?
'Tis equal ill; the death of rats and women, Reg. Good soldiers, honest soldiers
Lovers, and lazy boys, that fear correction; Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him !
Die like a man.

Drus. Kill us first; we command too.
Pen. Why, my sword, then.

Reg. Valiant soldiers, Pet. Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir,

Consider but whose life ye seek.-Oh, Drusius, There's nothing under heaven that's like your Bid him be gone; he dies else.--Shall Rome say, sword;

Ye most approved soldiers, her dear children Your sword's a death indeed !

Devoured the fathers of the fights? shall rage Pen. It shall be sharp, sir,

And stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughPet. Why, Mithridates was an arrant ass

ter, To die by poison, if all Bosphorus

To slaughter of their own, to civil ruin? Could lend him swords: Your sword must do Drus. Oh, let them in; all's done, all's ended, the deed;

Regulus; 'Tis shame to die choaked, fame to die and bleed. Penius has found his last eclipse. Come, solPen. Thou hast confirmed me; and, my good

diers, Petillius,

Come, and behold your miseries ; come bravely, Tell me no more I may live.

Full of your mutinous and bloody angers, Pet. 'Twas my commission;

And here bestow your darts. Oh, only Roman! But now I see you in a nobler way,

Oh, father of the wars ! A way to make all even.

Reg. Why stand ye stupid ? Pen. Farewell, captain!

Where be your killing furies? whose sword now Be a good man, and fight well; be obedient; Shall first be sheathed in Penius? Do ye weep? Command thyself, and then thy men. Why sha- Howl out, ye wretches! ye have cause; howl ever! kest thou?

Who shall now lead ye fortunate? whose valour Pet. I do not, sir.

Preserve ye to the glory of your country? Pen. I would thou hadst, Petillius :

Who shall march out before ye, coyed and I would find something to forsake the world with,

courted Worthy the man that dies: a kind of earthquake By all the mistresses of war, Care, Counsel, Through all stern valours but mine own. Quick-eyed Experience, and Victory twined to Pet. I feel now

him? A kind of trembling in me.

Who shall beget ye deeds beyond inheritance Pen. Keep it still;

To speak your names, and keep your honours liAs thou lov'st virtue, keep it.

ving, Pet. And, brave captain,

When children fail, and Time, that takes all with The great and honoured Penius !

him, Pen. That again!

Build houses for ye to oblivion? Oh, how it heightens me! again, Petillius ! Drus. Oh, ye poor desperate fools, no more Pet. Most excellent commander !

now soldiers, Pen. Those were mine,

Go home, and hang your arms up; let rust rot Mine, only mine!

them; Pet. They are still.

And humble your stern valours to soft prayers ! Pen. Then, to keep them

For ye have sunk the frame of all your virtues ; From ever falling more, have at ye ! Heavens, The sun, that warmed your bloods, is set for ever. Ye everlasting powers, I'm yours : The work is I'll kiss thy honoured cheek. Farewell

, great done, (Kills himself,

Penius, That neither fire, nor age, nor melting envy, Thou thunderbolt, farewell !--Take up the body: Shall ever conquer. Carry my last words To-morrow, mourning, to the camp convey it, To the great general: kiss his hands, and say, There to receive due ceremonies. "That eye My soul I give to Heaven, my fault to justice, That blinds itself with weeping, gets most glory. Which I have done upon myself; my virtue,

[Exeunt with a deud murch.

Which to their bodies lively souls do give,
Enter SUETONIUS, JUNIUS, DECIUS, DEME- And, ceasing to be kings, they cease to live.

TRIUS, CURIUS, and Soldiers : BONDUCA, two Shew such another fear, and, by the gods,
Daughters, and NENNIUS above. Drum and I'll Aling thee to their fury.

Suet. He is dead then?
Suet. Bring up the catapults, and shake the Pet. I think so certainly; yet all my means, sir,

Even to the hazard of my lifeWe will not be outbraved thus.

Suet. No more:
Nen. Shake the earth,

We must not seem to mourn here.
Ye cannot shake our souls. Bring up your rams,
And with their armed heads make the fort totter,

Ye do but rock us into death. (Exit Nen. Dec. There is a breach made;
Jun. See, sir,

Is it your will we charge, sir?
See the Icenian queen in all her glory,

Suet. Once more, mercy,
From the strong battlements proudly appearing, Mercy to all that yield !
As if she meant to give us lashes !

Bond. I scorn to answer ;
Dec. Yield, queen.

Speak to him, girl, and hear thy sister.
Bond. I'm unacquainted with that language, 1 Daugh. General,

Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me,
Suet. Yield, honoured lady, and expect our Directly in my face, my woman's face,

Whose only beauty is the hate it bears ye;
We love thy nobleness. (Erit Decius. See with thy narrowest eyes, thy sharpest wishes,
Bond. I thank ye! ye say well ;

Into my soul, and see what there inhabits ;
But mercy and love are sins in Rome and hell. See if one fear, one shadow of a terror,
Suet. You cannot ’scape our strength; you One paleness dare appear but from my anger,
must yield, lady,

To lay hold on your mercies. No, ye fools,
You must adore and fear the power of Rome. Poor Fortune's fools, we were not born for tri-
Bond. If Rome be earthly, why should any


To follow your gay sports, and fill your slaves With bending adoration worship her?

With hoots and acclamations. She's vicious; and, your partial selves confess, Pet. Brave behaviour ! Aspires the height of all impiety;

1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome, Therefore 'tis fitter I should reverence

as noble,
The thatched houses, where the Britons dwell Our names before her, and our deeds her envy,
In careless mirth; where the bless'd household Must we gild o'er your conquest, make your state,

That is not fairly strong, but fortunate?
See naught but chaste and simple purity. No, no, ye Romans! We have ways to 'scape ye,
'Tis not high power that makes a place divine, To make ye poor again, indeed our prisoners,
Nor that the men from gods derive their line; And stick our triumphs full.
But sacred thoughts, in holy bosoms stored, Pet. 'Sdeath, I shall love her.
Make people noble, and the place adored. . 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering, like
Suet. Beat the wall deeper!

our slaves; Bond. Beat it to the centre,

To make ye curse our patience, wish the world We will not sink one thought.

Were lost again, to win us only, and esteem Suet. I'll make ye.

The end of all ambitions. Bond. No.

Bond. Do ye

2 Daugh. Oh, mother, these are fearful hours; We'll make our monuments in spite of fortune;
speak gently

In spite of all your eagles' wings, we'll work
To these fierce men, they will afford ye pity. A pitch above ye; and from our height we'll stoop

As fearless of your bloody soars, and fortunate,
Enter PETILLIUS, who whispers SUETONIUS.

As if we preyed on heartless doves. Bond. Pity? Thou fearful girl, 'tis for those Suet. Strange stiffness ! wretches,

Decius, go charge the breach. (Erit Decius.
That misery makes tame. Wouldst thou live Bond. Charge it home, Roman;

We shall deceive thee else. Where's Nennius ?
Wast not thou born a princess ? Can my blood,
And thy brave father's spirit, suffer in thee

So base a separation from thyself,

Nen. They have made a mighty breach.
As mercy from these tyrants? Thou lovost lust Bond. Stick in thy body,

And make it good but half an hour.
And long'st to prostitute thy youth and beauty Nen. I'll do it.
To common slaves for bread. Say they had 1 Daugh. And then be sure to die.

Nen. It shall go hard else.
The devil a relenting conscience,

Bond. Farewell, with all my heart! We shall The lives of kings rest in their diadems,

meet yonder,

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Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye ! [Exeunt. And, mad she could not hold him, bled. Where few of these must come.

Pet. By heaven, Nen. Gods take thee, lady! [Erit NENNIUS. I am in love! I would give an hundred pound now Bond. Bring up the swords, and poison. But to lie with this woman's behaviour. Oh, the

devil ! Enter one with Swords and a Great Cup. 1 Daugh. Ye shall see my example: All your 2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune!

Rome, Bond. How, how, ye whore ?

If I were proud and loved ambition, 2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you. If I were lustful, all your ways of pleasure, Bond. Here, wench;

If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquerBehold us, Romans !

Bond. Make haste. Suet. Mercy yet.

1 Daugh. I will--could not entice to live, Bond. No talking !

But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye learn Puff? there goes all your pity. Come, short prayers, How to die bravely, Romans, to fling off And let's dispatch the business! You begin ; This case of flesh, lose all your cares for ever ? Shrink not, I'll see

Live, as we have done, well, and fear the gods; 2 Daugh. Oh, gentle mother!

Hunt honour, and not nations, with your swords ; Oh, Romans! Oh, my heart ! I dare not. Keep your minds humble, your devotions high; Skei. Woman, woman,

So shall


learn the noblest part, to die. [Dies. Unnatural woman !

Bond. I come, wench.-To ye all, Fate's

hang2 Daugh. Oh, persuade her, Romans !

men, you, Alas, I'm young, and would live. Noble mother, That ease the aged destinies, and cut Can ye kill that, ye gave life? Are my years The threads of kingdoms as they draw them ! Fit for destruction ?

here, Suet. Yield, and be a queen still,

Here is a draught would ask no less than Cæsar A mother, and a friend.

To pledge it for the glory's sake! Bond. Ye talk; come, hold it,

Cur. Great lady! And put it home.

Suet. Make up your own conditions. i Daugh. Fy, sister, fy!

Bond. So we will. What would you live to be ?

Suet. Stay! Bond. A whore still.

Dem. Stay! 2 Daugh. Mercy!

Suet. Be

any thing. Suet. Hear her, thou wretched woman ! Bond. A saint, Suetonius, 2 Daugh. Mercy, mother!

When thou shalt fear, and die like a slave. Ye Oh, whither will you send me? I was once

fools, Your darling, your delight.

Ye should have tied up death first, when ye conBond. Oh, gods ! fear in my family?

quered: Do it, and nobly.

Ye sweat for us in vain else: See him here, 2 Daugh. Oh, do not frown, then.

[Drinks. i Daugh. Do it, worthy sister ;

He's ours still, and our friend ; laughs at your 'Tis nothing ; ’tis a pleasure: We'll go with you.

pities; 2 Daugh. Oh, if I knew but whither! And we command him with as easy reins i Daugh. To the blessed;

As do our enemies. I feel the poison.Where we shall meet our father

Poor vanquished Romans, with what matchless Suet. Woman !

tortures Bond. Talk not.

Could I now rack ye! But I pity ye, 1 Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is- Desiring to die quiet: Nay, so much Bond. That's a good wench !

I hate to prosecute my victory, Mine own sweet girl! put it close to thee. That I will give ye counsel ere I die: 2 Daugh. Oh,

[Stabs herself. If you will keep your laws and empire whole, Comfort me still, for heaven's sake.

Place in your Roman flesh, a Briton soul. (Dies. 1 Daugh. Where eternal

Enter DECIUS. Our youths are, and our beauties; where no wars come,

Suet. Desperate and strange! Nor lustful slaves to ravish us.

Dec. 'Tis won, sir, and the Britons 2 Daugh. That steels me;

All put to the sword. A long farewell to this world.

[Dies. Suet. Give her fair funeral; Bond. Good; I'll help thee.

She was truly noble, and a queen. 1 Daugh. The next is mine. Shew me a Ro- Pet. Pox take it, man lady,

[Stabs herself. A love-mange grown upon me? What a spirit ! In all your stories, dare do this for her honour; Jun. I am glad of this! I have found you. They are cowards, eat coals like compelled cats : Pet. In my belly, Your great saint, Lucrece,

Oh, how it tumbles ! Died not for honour; Tarquin tupt her well, Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye! (Eseunt. ACT V.

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Of the great captain Penius, by himself

Made cold and spiritless.

Car. Oh, stay, ye Romans, CARATACH upon a rock, and Hengo by him

By the religion, which ye owe those gods, sleeping.

That lead you on to victories ! by those glories, Car. Thus we afflicted Britons climb for safe- Which made even pride a virtue in ye ! ties,

Drus. Stay:
And, to avoid our dangers, seek destructions ; What's thy will, Caratach?
Thus we awake to sorrows. Oh, thou woman, Car. Set down the body,
Thou agent for adversities, what curses

The body of the noblest of all Romans
This day belong to thy improvidence !

As ye expect an offering at your graves To Britain, by thy means, what sad millions From

your friends' sorrows, set it down awhile, Of widows' weeping eyes! The strong man's va- That with your griefs an enemy may mingle, lour

(A noble enemy, that loves a soldier) Thou hast betrayed to fury, the child's fortune And lend a tear to virtue! Even your foes, To fear, and want of friends, whose pieties Your wild foes, as you called us, are yet stored Might wipe his mournings off, and build his sor- With fair affections, our hearts fresh, our spirits,

Though sometime stubborn, yet when virtue dies, A house of rest by his blessed ancestors :

Soft and relenting as a virgin's prayers :
The virgins thou hast robbed of all their wishes, Oh, set it down !
Blasted their blowing hopes, turned their songs, Drus. Set down the body, soldiers.
Their nuirthful marriage-songs, to funerals ;

Car. Thou hallowed relic, thou rich diamond, The land thou'st left a wilderness of wretches. Cut with thine own dust; thou, for whose wide The boy begins to stir; thy safety made,

fame 'Would my soul were in heaven!

The world appears too narrow, man's all thoughts, Hengo. Oh, noble uncle,

Had they all tongues, too silent; thus I bow Look out ; I dreamed we were betrayed.

To thy most honoured ashes ! Though an enemy, Car. No harm, boy ; [A soft dead march within. Yet friend to all thy worth, sleep peaceably; 'Tis but thy emptiness that breeds these fancies ; Happiness crown thy soul, and in thy earth Thou shalt have meat anon.

Some laurel fix his seat, there grow and flourish, Henge. A little, uncle,

And make thy grave an everlasting triumph ! And I shall hold out bravely.- -What are those, Farewell all glorious wars, now thou art gone, (Look, uncle, look !) those multitudes that march And honest arms, adieu ! All noble battles, there!

Maintained in thirst of honour, not of blood, They come upon us stealing by.

Farewell for ever! Cur. I see them;

Hengo. Was this Roman, uncle, And prithee be not fearful.

So good a man? Hengo. Now you hate me;

Car. Thou never knewest thy father. Wouid I were dead !

Hengo. He died 'fore I was born.
Car. Thou knowest I love thee dearly.

Car. This worthy Roman
Hengo. Did I e'er shrink yet, uncle? Were Was such another piece of endless honour,
I a man now,

Such a brave soul dwelt in him; their proportions I should be angry with you.

And faces were not much unlike, boy. Excel.

lent nature ! Enter DrusiuS, REGULUS, and Soldiers with

See how it works into his eyes! mine own boy! Penius's hearse, drums, and colours.

Hengo. The multitudes of these men, and Car. My sweet chicken !-

their fortunes, Sce, they have reached us; and, as it seems, they could never make me fear yet; one man's good

bear Some soldier's body, by their solemn gestures,

Car. Oh, now thou pleasest me; weep still, And sad solemnities; it well appears, too, To be of eminence. Most worthy soldiers, As if thou sawest me dead! with such a flux Let me entreat your knowledge to inform me Or flood of sorrow; still thou pleasest me. What noble body that is, which you bear And, worthy soldiers, pray receive these pledges, With such a sad and ceremonious grief,

These hatchments of our griefs, and grace us so As il ye meant to woo the world and nature,

much To be in love with death? Most honourable, To place them on his hearse. Now, if ye please, Excellent Romans, by your ancient valours, Bear off the noble burden : raise his pile As ye love fame, resolve me !

High as Olympus, making heaven to wonder, Suid. 'Tis the body

To see a star upon earth outshining theirs :


my child,


And ever-loved, ever-living be

Jun. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Thy honoured and most sacred memory!


Why dost thou laugh? Drus. Thou hast done honestly, good Cara- | What mare's nest hast thou found? tach;

Jun. Ha, ha, ha! And when thou diest, a thousand virtuous Ro- I cannot laugh alone: Decius ! Demetrius !

Curius! oh, my sides ! ha, ha, ha, ha! Shall sing thy soul to heaven. Now march on, The strangest jest!

soldiers. [Ereunt. A dead murch. Pet. Prithee no more. Cur. Now dry thine eyes, my boy.

Jun. The admirablest fooling! H120. Are they all gone?

Pet. Thou art the prettiest fellow! I could have wept this hour yet.

Jun. Sirs !
Car. Come, take cheer,

Pet. Why, Junius,
And raise thy spirit, child; if but this day Prithee away, sweet Junius!
Thou canst bear out thy faintness, the night cu- Jun. Let me sing then.

Pet. Whoa, here's a stir now! Sing a song of I'll fashion our escape.

sixpence! Hingu. Pray, fear not me:

By heaven, it---prithee-pox on't, Junius! Indeed I am very hearty.

Jun. I must either sing or laugh. Car. Be so still;

Pet. And what's your reason? His mischiefs lessen, that controuls his ill. Jun. What's thất to you?

[Ereunt. Fet. And I must whistle.

Jun. Do so.

Oh, I hear them coming.

Pet. I have a little business.
Enter PetillIUS.

Jun. Thou shalt not go, believe it: What! a Pet. What do I ail, i'th' name of heaven? I

did but see her

Of thy sweet conversation ?
And see her die; she stinks by this time strongly, Pet. Captain Junius,
Abominably stinks. She was a woman, Sweet captain, let me go with all celerity !
A thing I never cared for: but to die so,

Things are not always one; and do not question, So confidently, bravely, strongly Oh, the devil, Nor jeer, nor gibe : None of your doleful ditties, I have the bots ! by heaven, she scorned us

Nor your sweet conversation : you will find then strangely,

I may be angered. All we could do, or durst do: theatened us

Jun. By no means, Petillius; With such a noble anger, and so governed

Anger a man that never knew passion ? With such a fiery spirit—The plain bots ! 'Tis most impossible : A noble captain, A pos upon the bots, the love-bots! Hang me,

A wise and generons gentleman ? Hang me even out o'th' way, directly hang me! Pet. Tom Puppy, Oh, penny pipers, and most painful penners Leave this way to abuse me: I have found you, Of bountiful new ballads, what a subject, But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive you. What a sweet subject for your silver sounds, Your subtle understanding may discover, Is crept upon ye!

As you think, some trim toy to make you merry, Enter JUNIUS.

Some straw to tickle you ; but do not trust to it;

You are a young man, and may do well; be sober, Jun. Here he is; have at him ! (Sings. Carry yourself discreetly. She set the sword unto her breast,

Enter Decius, DEMETRIUS, and CURIUS. Great pity it wus to see,

Jun. Yes, forsooth.
That three drops of her life-warm blood,

Dem. How does the brave Petillius ?
Run trickling down her knee.

Jun. Monstrous merry.
Art thou there, bonny boy! And, in faith, how

We two were talking what a kind of thing dost thou?

I was, when I was in love; what a strange monPet. Well, gramercy; how dost thou? He

has found me,

For little boys and girls to wonder at:
Scented me out; the shame the devil owed me, How like a fool I looked !
He has kept his day with. And what news, Ju- Dec. So they do all,

Like great dull slavering fools.
Jun. It uus an old tale ten thousand times told, Jun. Petillius saw too.
Of a young lady was turned into mould,

Pet. No more of this; 'tis scurvy; peace !
Mer inje it was lovely, her death it was bold. Jun. How nastily,
Pe. A cruel rogue! now he has drawn pur- Indeed how beastly, all I did became me!
suit on me,

How I forgot to blow my nose ! There he stands, He hunts me like a devil. No more singing!

An honest and a wise man; if himself Thou hast got a cold: Come, let us go drink 1 dare avouch it boldly, for I know it) soine sack, boy.

Should find himself in love-

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