Pen. No, by no means: I'm only thinking | If ever there was any in poor Penius, 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're a gentleman I ho nour; 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's hanged preaches his end, And sits a sign for all the world to gape at. Pen. That's true; I'll take a fitter: poison. Pet. No, 'Tis equal ill; the death of rats and women, Lovers, and lazy boys, that fear correction; Die like a man. Pen. Why, my sword, then. Pet. Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir, Made more, and happier, light on him!--I faint--- [Dies. Pet. And on my sin! Farewell, great Penius! The soldier is in fury; now I'm glad [Noise within. 'Tis done before he comes. This way for me, The of toil; for thee, the way of honour! [Exit. way Enter DRUSIUS und REGULUS, with soldiers. Reg. Good soldiers, honest soldiers Drus. Kill us first; we command too. Reg. Valiant soldiers, 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; Your sword's a death indeed! Pen. It shall be sharp, sir, Pet. Why, Mithridates was an arrant 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; Command thyself, and then thy men. Why sha kest thou? Pet. I do not, sir. Pen. I would thou hadst, Petillius: I would find something to forsake the world with, A kind of trembling in me. Pen. Keep it still; As thou lov'st virtue, keep it. Pet. And, brave captain, The great and honoured Penius! Pen. That again! Ye most approved soldiers, her dear children Devoured the fathers of the fights? shall rage And stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughter, To slaughter of their own, to civil ruin? Drus. Oh, let them in; all's done, all's ended, Penius has found his last eclipse. Come, soldiers, Come, and behold your miseries; come bravely, Reg. Why stand ye stupid? Where be your killing furies? whose sword now By all the mistresses of war, Care, Counsel, him? must yield, lady; You must adore and fear the power of Rome. Bond. If Rome be earthly, why should any knee With bending adoration worship her? The thatched houses, where the Britons dwell In careless mirth; where the bless'd household gods See naught but chaste and simple purity. . Enter DECIUS. Dec. There is a breach made; Is it your will we charge, sir? Suet. Once more, mercy, Mercy to all that yield! Bond. I scorn to answer; 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, Must we gild o'er your conquest, make your state, That is not fairly strong, but fortunate? No, no, ye Romans! We have ways to 'scape ye, To make ye poor again, indeed our prisoners, And stick our triumphs full. 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. Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye! Where few of these must come. [Ereunt. | And, mad she could not hold him, bled. Pet. By heaven, Nen. Gods take thee, lady! [Exit NENNIUS. Bond. Bring up the swords, and poison. Enter one with Swords and a Great Cup. 2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune! Bond. How, how, ye whore? 2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you. Bond. Here, wench; Behold us, Romans! learn 1 Daugh. I will--could not entice to live, But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye 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 hang Could I now rack ye ! But I pity ye, That I will give ye counsel ere I die: If you will keep your laws and empire whole, Place in your Roman flesh, a Briton soul. [Dies. Enter DECIUS. Suet. Desperate and strange! Dec. 'Tis won, sir, and the Britons All put to the sword. Suet. Give her fair funeral; She was truly noble, and a queen. A love-mange grown upon me? What a spirit ! Oh, how it tumbles! Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye! [Exeunt. SCENE I. ACT V. 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. Of the great captain Penius, by himself Car. Oh, stay, ye Romans, By the religion, which ye owe those gods, What's 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, Čar. Thou never knewest thy father. Was such another piece of endless honour, lent nature! Pet. What do I ail, i̇'th' name of heaven? I And see her die; she stinks by this time strongly, All we could do, or durst do: theatened us Enter JUNIUS. Jun. Here he is; have at him! She set the sword unto her breast, Great pity it was to see, Jun. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I cannot laugh alone: Decius! Demetrius ! Pet. Prithee no more. Jun. The admirablest fooling! Pet. Thou art the prettiest fellow! Pet. Why, Junius, Prithee away, sweet Junius! Jun. Let me sing then. of Pet. Whoa, here's a stir now! Sing a song o sixpence ! By heaven, if-prithee--pox on't, Junius! Pet. And what's your reason? Jun. What's that to you? Fet. And I must whistle. Leave this way to abuse me: I have found you, But, for your mother's sake, I will forgive you. Your subtle understanding may discover, As you think, some trim toy to make you merry, Some straw to tickle you; but do not trust to it; You are a young man, and may do well; be sober, [Sings. Carry yourself discreetly. That three drops of her life-warm blood, Art thou there, bonny boy? And, in faith, how dost thou? Pet. Well, gramercy; how dost thou? He has found me, Scented me out; the shame the devil owed me, He has kept his day with. And what news, Junius? Jun. It was an old tale ten thousand times told, Of a young lady was turned into mould, Her life it was lovely, her death it was bold. Pet. A cruel rogue! now he has drawn pur suit on me, He hunts me like a devil. No more singing! Thou hast got a cold: Come, let us go drink some sack, boy. |