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REGULUS, Caratach, general of the Britons, cousin to
Roman officers. Bonduca.
MACER, NENNIUS, a great soldier, a British commander. Curius, Hengo, a brave boy, nephew to Caratach.
Judas, a corporal, a cowardly hungry knare.
Herald. SUETONIUS, general to the Roman army in Bri
Soldiers. PENIUS, a brave Roman commander, but stubborn to the general.
WOMEN. JUNIUS, a Roman captain, in love with Bonduca's daughter.
BONDUCA, queen of the Iceni, a brave cirago. Petillius, another Roman captain.
Her two daughters, by Prasutagus. DEMETRIUS,} Roman commanders.
Made themes for songs to shame thém: And a
A woman, beat these Romans !
A man would shame to talk so.
Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes?
Car. No, Bonduca;
If I grieve, it is the bearing of your fortunes :
Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a truth,
A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allure- | And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, ments,
Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing;
What liberty and honour bid us do,
Cer. No, Bonduca;
A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish,
E’er made that haste, that they have. By the gods, Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of I've seen these Britons, that you magnify, flowers?
Run as they would have out-run time, and roarThe beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire ?
ing, The holy Druides composing songs
Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows,
That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn,
Bond. Oh, ye powers,
I've seen thee run too; and thee, Nennius;
(The Roman girl !) cut through your armed carts, A glow-worm's tail too full of flame. Oh, Nen- | And drove them headlong on ye, down the hill; nius,
Then, when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, Thou hadst a noble uncle, knew a Roman, Vore by the scent than sight; then did I see And how to speak him, how to give him weight These valiantand approved men of Britain, In both his fortunes.
Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, Bond. By the gods, I think
And hoot their fears to one another nightly. You doat upon these Romans, Caratach!
Nen. And what did you then, Caratach? Car. Witness these wounds, I do; they were
Car. I fled too, fairly given :
But not so fast; your jewel had been lost then, I love an enemy; I was born a soldier;
Young Ilengo there; he trasht me, Nennius: And be that in the head of his troop defies For, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, me,
And in the head of all the Roman fury
And then I followed. If I say I fought
But that the son of virtue, Penius,
Turned to my foe (my face), he cried out nobly, And made it doubtful, whether that or I
‘Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off
' safely; Were the more stubborn metal) have I wrought Thy manly sword has ransomed thee; grow strong, i through,
And let me meet thee once again in arms;
And here I am to honour him.
Car. See, lady,
Does this afflict you? Isad the Romans cried this, (Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant, And, as we have done theirs, sung out these As vigilant, as wise, to do and suffer,
us, llare not I seen the Britons
And held it equal, whether banquetting
Or beating of the Britons were more business, To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast,
I'll tie you to a sword.
Hengo. And what then, uncle?
That calls you knave.
Car. That's a noble böy! Come, worthy lady,
Enter JUNIUS and PETILLIUS.
Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me! Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, Pet. Drink? lady.
Jun. You tire me. Bond. Your reason ?
Pet. Conie, it is drink; I know it is drink. Nen. Is not peace the end of arms?
Jun. "Tis no drink.
Can light so heavy on a soldier,
Jun. Prithee, Petillius
Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant After a day of blood, peace might be argued;
drink: But where we grapple for the ground we live on, Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see, The liberty we hold as dear as life,
Like a true friend, into thy wants; it is drink; The gods we worship, and next those, our ho- And, when I leave thee to a desolation, nours,
Especially of that dry nature, hang me. And with those swords, that know no end of battle: Jun. Why do you do this to me? Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh
Pet. For I see, bour;
Although your modesty would fain conceal it, Those minds, that where the day is, claim inherit- Which sits as sweetly on a soldier ance,
As an old side-saddleAnd where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their Jun. What do you see? harvest,
Pet. I see as fair as day, that thou wantest And where they march, but measure out more
Did I not find thee gaping, like an oyster
there, Junius, And be allied in ashes,
An if it be not drinking? Bond. Caratach,
Jun. You have too much of it. As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done;
Pet. No, it shall never be said in our country, And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver : Thou died of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble The Romans shall have worthy wars.
Roman, Car. They shall :
The son of her that loves a soldier, And, little sir, when your young bones grow stif- Hear what I promised for thee! thus I said: fer,
Lady, I take thy son to my companion ; And when I see you able in a morning
Lady, I love thy son, thy son loves war,
The war loves danger, danger drink, drink dis | (For understand them French beans, where the cipline,
fruits Which is society and lechery;
Are ripened like the people, in old tubs) These tró beget commanders : Fear not, lady; For mine own part, I say, I am starved already, shall lead.
Not worth another bean, consumed to nothing, Jun. 'Tis a strange thing, Petillius,
Nothing but flesh and bones left, miserable : That so ridiculous and loose a mirth
Now, if this musty provender can prick me Can master your affections.
To honourable matters of atchievement, gentlePet. Any mirth,
men, And any way, of any subject, Junius,
Why, there is the point. Is better than unmanly mustiness.
4 Sold. I'll fight no more. What harm is in drink? in a good wholesome Pet. You'll hang then! wench?
A sovereign help for hunger. Ye eating rascals, I do beseech you, sir, what error? Yet
Whose gods are beef and brewis ! whose brave It cannot out of my head handsomely,
angers But thou wouldst fain be drunk : come, no more Do execution upon these, and chibbals ! fooling;
Ye dog's heads in the porridge-pot ! ye fight no The general has new wine, new come over.
more? Jun. He must have new acquaintance for it too, Does Rome depend upon your resolution For I will none, I thank ye.
For eating mouldy pye-crust? Pet. 'None, I thank you?
3 Sold. Would we had it ! A short and touchy answer!. Nonc, I thank you? Judas. I may do service, captain. You do not scorn it, do you?
Pet. In a fish-market. Jun. Gods defend you, sir!
You, corporal Curry-comb, what will your fighting I owe him still more honour.
Profit the commonwealth? do you hope to triPet. “None, I thank you?'
umph? No company, no drink, no wench, “I thank you? Or dare your vamping valour, goodman Cobler, You shall be worse entreated, sir.
Clap a new sole to the kingdom? 'Sdeath, ye dogJun. Petillius,
whelps, As thou art honest, leave me !
You fight, or not fight? Pet. *None, I thank you?
Judas. Captain !
Pet. Out, ye flesh-flies !
Judas. Give us meat,
Judas. Good bits afford good blows.
Pet. A good position;
mouth, Ere I would own thy follies. I have found you,
And then tell truth. Your lays, and out-leaps, Junius, haunts, and
Judas. I have not eat to the purpose lodges;
Pet. “To the purpose ! what is that? half a I have viewed you, and I have found you, by my cow and garlic? skill,
Ye rogues, my company eat turf, and talk not;
Timber they can digest, and fight upon it;
Honour will make them marchpane. "To the
man, 1 Sold. Fight like hogs for acorns ?
That melancholy monsieur ! 2. Sold. Venture our lives for pig-nuts?
Jun. Pray you, Petillius! Pet. What ail these rascals?
Pet. He has not eat these three weeks. 8 Sold. If this hold, we are starved.
2 Sold. He has drunk the more then. Judas. For my part, friends,
3 Sold. And that is all one. Which is but twenty beans a day (a hard world Pel. Nor drunk nor slept these two months. For officers, and men of action !),
Judas. Captain, we do beseech you, as poor And those so clipt by master mouse, and rotten soldiers,
Men, that have seen good days, whose mortal sto
and colours. Is not so nobly done.
Suet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatched
To Penius, to command him to bring up
Suet. And are the horse well viewed, we brought
Dec. The troops are full and lusty. And make ye fight like fichoks; to him.
Suet. Good Petillius, Judas. Captain
Look to those eating rogues, that bawl for vicJun. Do you long to have your throats cut?
tuals, 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. lancholy,
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 besecch
As deaf as adders to delays: Your clemency
Hath made their murmurs, mutinies; nay rebel-
Now, an they want but mustard, they are in
uproars ! 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, Pet. 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) time and strength starved spirits
To look into our fortunes; great discretion Can make me no oblations; else, oh, love, To follow offered victory; 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:
Rent from Oeta by a sweeping tempest,
pests. Get ye in love ! handsomely
They keep the field still? Fall but in love now, as ye see example,
Dem. Confident and full. And follow it but with all your thoughts, proba Pet. In such a number, one would swear they tum,
grew : There is so much charge saved, and your hunger's The hills are wooded with their partizans, ended.
[Drum afar off And all the vallies overgrown with darts, Away! I hear the general. Get ye in love all, As moors are with rank rushes; no ground Up to the ears in love, that I may hear No more of these rude murmurings; and dis- To charge upon, no room to strike. Say fortune creetly
And our endeavours bring us into them, Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy
They are so infinite, so ever-springing, A pickled rope willichoke ye. Jog, and talk we shall be killed with killing; of desperate not!