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Pet. I'm angry.
Twice stood his partizan; but the plain truth is, Jun. Surely
He's a mere devil, and no man. I'th' end, he His wise self would hang his beastly self;
swinged us, His understanding self so maul his ass self- And swinged us soundly too: He fights by witchDec. He is bound to do it: for he knows the
Yet, for all that, I saw him lodged. The poverties, and baseness, that belong to it; Jun. Take more men, He has read upon the reformations long. And scout him round. Macer, march you along Pet. He has so.
What victuals has he? Jun. 'Tis true, and he must do't: Nor is it fit, Judas. Not a piece of biscuit, indeed,
Not so much as will stop a tooth, nor water, Any such coward
More than they make themselves: They lie Pet. You'll leave prating?
Just like a brace of bear-whelps, close, and crafJun. Should dare
ty, Come near the regiments, especially
Sucking their fingers for their food. Those curious puppies (for believe there are Dec. Cut off, then, such)
All hope of that way; take sufficient forces. That only love behaviours: Those are dog-whelps, Jun. But use no foul play, on your lives ! that Dwindle away because a woman dies well;
man, Commit with passions only; fornicate
That does him mischief by deceit, I'll kill him. With the free spirit merely. You, Petillius, Macer. He shall have fair play: he deserves it. For you have long observ'd the world
Judas. Hark ye! Pet. Dost thou hear ?
What should I do there then? You are brave I'll beat thee damnably within these three hours ! captains, Go pray; may be I'll kill thee. Farewell, jack- Most valiant men: Go up yourselves; use virdaws !
tue, Dec. What a strange thing he's grown! See what will come on't ; pray the gentleman
To come down, and be taken, Ye all know him, Jun. I am glad he is so;
I think ye've felt him too! There ye shall find And stranger he shall be before I leave him.
him, Cur. Is it possible her mere death
His sword by his side, plumbs of a pound weight Jun. I observed him,
by him, And found him taken, infinitely taken,
Will make your chops ache! You'll find it a more With her bravery; I have followed him,
labour And seen him kiss his sword since, court his To win him living, than climbing of a crow's nest. scabbard,
Dec. Away, and compass him; we shall come Call dying dainty dear, her brave mind mistress;
up, Casting a thousand ways to give those forms, I'm sure, within these two hours. Watch him That he might lie with them, and get old ar
Macer. He shall flee through the air, if he esHe had got me o'th' hip once; it shall go hard,
cape us. friends,
Jun. What's this loud lamentation ? But he shall find his own coin.
(Sad noise within
Macer. The dead body
Of the great Penius is new come to the camp, sir. Dec. How now, Macer?
Dem. Dead? Is Judas yet come in?
Macer. By himself, they say.
Jun. I feared that fortune.
Cur. Peace guide him up to heaven!
Jun. Away, good Macer. Most of his men too. Here he is.
[Ere. MACER and JUDAS, Cur. What news ? Judas. I've lodged him; rouse him, he that Enter SUETONIUS, DRUSIUS, REGULUS, and PE
dares. Dem. Where, Judas?
Suet. If thou be’st guilty, Judas. On a steep rock i'th' woods, the boy | Some sullen plague, thou hat’st most, light upon too with him;
He well deserves it.
And make up instantly to Caratach ;
After due ceremony done to th' dead,
The closest way through the woods ; we'll keep The noble dead. Come, let's go burn the body.
on this way. [Ereunt all but PETILLIUS. Guide. I will, sir: Half a furlong more you'll Pet. The regiment given from me ? disgraced openly!
Within the sight o'th' rock. Keep on the left In love too with a trifle to abuse me? A merry world, a fine world ! served seven years You'll be discovered else: I'll lodge your comTo be an ass o’both sides ? sweet Petillius,
Dec. Do you mark him?
Jun. Walk afore;
I'll overtake you straight. I think you would; pulled by the nose, kicked? Dec. I will.
[Erit. hang thee,
Jun. Now, captain ?
Pet. And that love
Jun. It shall not.
[Erit. I have forgot all passages between us
That have been ill, forgiven too; forget you. SCENE III.
Jun. What would this man have ?-By the
gods, I do, sir, Enter MACER and JUDAS, with meat and a bottle. So it be fit to grant you. Macer. Hang it on the side of the rock, as Pet. 'Tis most honest. though the Britons
Jun. Why, then I'll do it.
Macer. 'Tis but the shaking of the boughs. Pet. Ay, kill me quickly, suddenly;
Now kill me.
Jun. On what reason? You amaze me! Macer. 'Tis nothing.
Pet. If you do love me, kill me; ask me not Judas. Make no noise; if he stir, a deadly tem
why : pest
I would be killed, and by you. Of huge stones falls upon’s. 'Tis done! away, Jun. Mercy on me! close !
[Exeunt. What ails this man ? Petillius !
Pet. Pray you dispatch me;
You are not safe, whilst I live: I am dangerous, Car. Sleep still, sleep sweetly, child ; 'tis all Troubled extremely, even to mischief, Junius, thou feedest on.
An enemy to all good men. Fear not; 'tis jusNo gentle Briton near, no valiant charity,
tice; To bring thee food ? Poor knave, thou’rt sick, I shall kill you else. extreme sick,
Jun. Tell me but the cause, Almost grown wild for meat ; and yet thy good and I will do it. ness
Pet. I am disgraced, my service Will not confess, nor shew it. All the woods Slighted and unrewarded by the general, Are double lined with soldiers ; no way left us My hopes left wild and naked; besides these, To make a noble 'scape. I'll sit down by thee, I am grown ridiculous, an ass, a folly, And, when thou wakest, either get meat to save I dare not trust myself with: Prithee, kill me! thee,
Jun. All these may be redeemed as easily Or lose my life i'th' purchase; good gods com
Jun. Stay, I'll do it;
You shall not need your anger. But first, Petillius,
You shall unarm yourself; I dare not trust
Pet. There's my sword,
And do it handsomely.
Jun. Yes, I will kill you,
And now, come 'on, a new man: Virtue guide Believe that certain ; but first I'll lay before you
[Ereunt. The most extreme fool you have played in this,
Enter CARATACH, and HENGO, on the rock.
Car. Courage, my boy! I have found meat :
Look where some blessed Briton, topreserve thee,
whole, And hasted by Suetonius! Go, says he,
And would live. Junius and Decius, and go thou, Petillius, Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope. (Distinctly, thou Petillius) and draw up,
Hengo. But my head, uncle! To take stout Caratach ; there's the deed pur- Methinks the rock goes round.
posed, A deed to take off all faults, of all natures :
Enter MACER and JUDAS. And thou, Petillius, mark it ! there's the honour; Macer. Mark them well, Judas. And that done, all made even.
Judas. Peace, as you love your life! Pet. Stay!
Hengo. Do not you hear
The noise of bells?
Hengo. Methinks, sir,
They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation Pei. Hark you, Junius !
To some near funeral of state : Nay, weep not, I will live now.
Mine own sweet uncle! you will kill me sooner. Jun. By no means—wooed thy worth,
Car. Oh, my poor chicken! Held thee by the chin up, as thou sunk'st, and Hengo. Fy! faint-hearted, uncle? shewed thee
Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. How honour held her arms out. Come, make Car. I'll go myself, boy. ready,
Hengo. No, as you love me, uncle! Since you will die an ass.
I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it ; Pet. Thou wilt not kill me?
The danger only I desire; pray tie me. Jun. By heaven, but I will, sir. I'll have no Car. I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! man dangerous
Come, child, Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have My valiant child ! gotten
Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle,
You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it,
uncle, You shall command in chief; how are we paid then ?
Car. Go, i'th' name of Heaven, boy! Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it.
Hengo. Quick, quick, quick, uncle ! I have it. Pet. Is there no way?
Oh! Jun. Not any way to live.
Car. What ail'st thou ! (JUDAS shoots HENGO. Pet. I will do any thing,
Hengo. Oh, my best uncle, I am slain ! Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius, Cur. I see you, (Car, kills JUDAS wrih a stone. Let me but die upon the rock, but offer
And heaven direct my hand !-Destruction My life up like a soldier !
Go with thy coward soul! How dost thou, boy? Jun. You will seek then
Oh, villain, pocky villain ! To out-do every man.
Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle, Pet. Believe it, Junius,
Oh, how it pricks me--am I preserved for You shall go stroke by stroke with me.
this Jun. You'll leave off too,
Extremely pricks me. As you are noble, and a soldier,
Car. Coward, rascal coward ! For ever these mad fancies?
Dogs eat thy flesh! Pet. Dare you trust me?
Hengo. Oh, I bleed hard; I faint too; out By all that's good and honest
upon it, Jun. There's your sword then;
How sick I am! The lean rogue, uncle!
We'll be as merry
Car. Look, boy;
Enter PETILLIUS and JUNIUS on the rock. Hengo. Have you knocked his brains out ?
Ha! Dare ye, Romans? Ye shall win me bravely. Car. I warrant thee for stirring more: Cheer Thou’rt mine!
Jun. Not yet, sir. Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, Cur. Breathe ye, ye poor Romans, wretched fortune,
And come up all, with all your ancient valours ; Must we part thus ? Still I grow sicker, uncle. Like a rough wind I'll shake your souls, and send Car. Heaven look upon this noble child !
themHengo. I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody Enter SUETONIUS, and all the Roman captains. Romans
Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratach! By all the At my sword's point, to have reveuged my father,
gods, To have beaten them. Oh, hold me hard ! But, As I am soldier, as I envy thee, uncle
I'll use thee like thyself, the valiant Briton. Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms I draw it?
and honour; Hengo. You draw away my soul, then; I Thou filler of the world with fame and glory! would live
Jun. Most worthy man, we'll woo thee, be A little longer, (spare me, Heavens !) but only
thy prisoners. To thank you for your tender love! Good uncle,
Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour, Good noble uncle, weep not !
That more to me than conquest, that true hapCar. Oh, my chicken,
piness, My dear boy, what shall I lose?
To be my friend! Hengo. Why, a child,
Car. Oh, Romans, see what here is! That must have died however; had this 'scaped Had this boy livedme,
Suet. For fame's sake, for thy sword's sake, Fever or famine- I was born to die, sir. As thou desir'st to build thy virtues greater! Car. But thus unblown, my boy?
By all that's excellent in man, and honestHengo. I go the straighter
Car. I do believe. Ye've made me a brave foe; My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you, Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness, When you come, uncle ?
Give this boy honourable earth to lie in! Car. Yes, boy.
Suet. He shall have fitting funeral. Hengo. And I hope
Car. I yield then; We shall enjoy together that great blessedness,
Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies. You told me of.
Pet. Thus we conduct, then, to the arms of Car. Most certain, child.
peace, Hengo. I grow cold;
The wonder of the world ! Mine eyes are going.
Suet. Thus I embrace thee; (Flourish. Car. Lift them up!
And let it be no flattery, that I tell thee, Hengo. Pray for me;
Thou’rt the only soldier! And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, Car. How to thank ye, Think of your little nephew ! Mercy !
I must hereafter find upon your usage. Car. Mercy!
I am for Rome? You blessed angels, take him!
Suet. You must. Hengo. Kiss me! so.
Car. Then Rome shall know Farewell, farewell!
(Dies. The man, that makes her spring of glory grow. Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain!
Suet. Petillius, you have shewn much worth Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and
this day, death,
Redeemed much error; you have my love again; You've done your worst. Fortune, now see,'now Preserve it. Junius, with you I make him proudly
Equal in the regiment.
Suet. You shew a friend's soul.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
PROLOGUE. New titles warrant not a play for new,
Those who penn'd this, for barrenness, when they The subject being old; and 'tis as true,
find Fresh and neat matter may with ease be fram'd Young Cleopatra here, and her great mind Out of their stories, that have oft been nam'd Express'd to th' height, with us a maid, and free; With glory on the stage: What borrows he And how she rated her virginity: From him that wrote old Priam's tragedy, We treat not of what boldness she did die, That writes his love to Hecuba ? Sure, to tell Nor of her fatal love to Antony. of Cæsar's amorous heats, and how he fell What we present and offer to your view, I th' Capitol, can never be the same
Upon their faiths, the stage yet never knew. To the judicious : Nor will such blame
Let reasons then first to your wills give laws,
SCEVA, a free speaker, also captain to Cæsar. MEN.
Three lame soldiers. JULIUS CESAR, emperor of Rome.
Guard. PTOLOMY, king of Egypt.
Servants. ACHOREUS, an honest counsellor, priest of Isis.
ARSINOE, Cleopatra's sister.
The liberty of a man, that still would be
A friend to justice, to demand the motives,
That did induce young Ptolomy, or Photinus,
(To whose directions he gives up himself, Achor. I love the king, nor do dispute his And I hope wisely) to commit his sister,
The princess Cleopatra-If I said For that is not confined, nor to be censured
The queen, Achillas, 'twere, I hope, no treason, By me, that am his subject; yet allow me She being by her father's testament