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Pet. Your leave, sir; Pet. Good-morrow, gentlemen! Where's the And I beseech you note me, for I love you, tribune?
And bring along all comfort: Are we gods, Reg. There.
Allied to no infirmities? are our natures Drus. Whence come you, good Petillius? More than men's natures? When we slip a little Pet. From the general.
Out of the way of virtue, are we lost? Drus. With what, for Heaven's sake?
Is there no medicine called sweet mercy? Pet. With good counsel, Drusius,
Pen. None, Petillius; And love, to comfort him.
There is no mercy in mankind can reach me, Drus. Good Regulus,
Nor is it fit it should; I've sinned beyond it. Step to the soldier and allay his anger;
Pet. Forgiveness meets with all faults.
'Tis loss of whole man in me, iny discretion,
He would, as far as honour durst direct him, To cut all credit from the soldier? Sure
Make even with my fault; but 'tis not honest, If this man mean to live, (as I should think it Nor in his power : examples, that may nourislı Beyond belief) he must retire, where never Neglect and disobedience in whole bodies, The name of Rome, the voice of arms, or honour, And totter the estates and faiths of armies, Was known or heard of yet. He's certain dead, Must not be played withal; nor out of pity Or strongly means it; he's no soldier else, Make a general forget his duty; No Roman in him; all he has done but outside, Nor dare I hope more from him than is worthy. Fought either drunk or desperate. Now he rises. Pet. What would you do? How does lord Penius?
Pen. Die. Pen. As you see.
Pet. So would sullen children, Pet. I'm glad on't;
Women that want their wills, slaves disobedient, Continue so still. The lord general,
That fear the law. Die? Fy, great captain! you The valiant general, great Suetonius
A man to rule men, to have thousand lives Pen. No more of me is spoken; my name is Under your regiment, and let your passion perished.
Betray your reason? I bring you all forgiveness, Pet. He that commanded fortune and the day, The noblest kind commends, your place, your By his own valour and discretion,
honour(When, as some say, Penius refused to come, Pen. Prithee no more; tis foolish. Didst not But I believe them not) sent me to see you.
thou Pen. Ye are welcome; and pray see me, see (By Heaven, thou didst; I overheard thee, there, me well;
There where thou standest now) deliver me for You shall not see me long.
rascal, Pet. I hope so, Penius.
Poor, dead, cold coward, miserable, wretched, The gods defend, sir !
If I outlive this ruin? Pen. See me and understand me: This is he, Pet. I? Left to fill up your triumph; he, that basely Pen. And thou didst it nobly, Whistled his honour off to the wind, that coldly Like a true man, a soldier; and I thank thee, Shrunk in his politic head, when Rome, like I thank thee, good Petillius, thus I thank thee ! reapers,
Pet. Since you are so justly made up, let me Sweat blood and spirit for a glorious harvest, And bound it up, and brought it off; that fool, 'Tis fit you die indeed. That, having gold and copper offered him,
Pen. Oh, how thou lovest me! Refused the wealth, and took the waste; that sol- Pet. For say he had forgiven you, say the peodier,
ple's whispers That being courted by loud Fame and Fortune, Were tame again, the time run out for wonder, Labour in one hand that propounds us gods, What must your own command think, from whose And, in the other, Glory that creates us,
swords Yet durst doubt and be damned !
You have taken off the edges, from whose valours Pet. It was an error.
The due and recompense of arms; nay, made it Pen. A foul one, and a black one.
doubtful Pet. Yet the blackest
Whether they knew obedience! must not these Play be waslied white again.
Say they are won to pardon you, by mere miracle | The great and honoured Penius!-
Pen. Those were mine,
Mine, only mine!
Pet. They are still. Pet. If your mind serve you,
Pen. en, to keep them You may live still; but how? yet pardon me: From ever falling more, have at ye! Ileavens, You may out-wear all too; but when ? and cer- Ye everlasting powers, I'm yours : The work is tain
[Kills himself There is a mercy for each fault, if tamcly
That neither fire, nor age, nor melting envy, A man will take it upon conditions.
Shall ever conquer. Carry my last words Pen. No, by no ineans: I am only thinking To the great general: kiss his hands, and say, now, sir,
My soul I give to Heaven, my fault to justice, (For I am resolved to go) of a most base death, Which I have done upon myself; my virtue, Fitting the baseness of my fault. I'll hang. If ever there was any in poor Penius, Pet. You shall not; you are a gentleman I Made more, and happier, light on him!—I fainthonour;
And where there is a foe, I wish him fortune. I would else flatter you, and force
I die. Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earth! [Dies. Which is far baser. Hanging ? 'tis a dog's death, Pet. And on my sin! Farewell, great Penius! An end for slaves.
The soldier is in fury; now I'm glad [Noise wiPen. The fitter for my baseness.
thin. Pet. Besides, the man, that is hanged, preaches 'Tis done before he comes. This way his end,
way of toil; for thee, the way of honour! And sits a sign for all the world to gape at.
[Erit. Pen. That is true; I'll take a fitter : poison. Pet. No,
Enter DRUSIUS and REGULUS, with soldiers. 'Tis equal ill; the death of rats and women, Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him ! Lovers, and lazy boys, that fear correction; Drus. What will ye do? Die like a man.
Reg. Good soldiers, honest soldiers Pen. Why, my sword, then.
Sold. Kill him, kill him, kill him! Pet, Ay, if your sword be sharp, sir,
Drus. Kill us first; we cominand too. There is nothing under heaven that's like your Reg. Valiant soldiers, sword;
Consider but whose life ye seek.-Oh, Drusius, Your sword is a death indeed!
Bid him be gone; he dies else.-Shall Rome say, Pen. It shall be sharp, sir.
Ye most approved soldiers, her dear children Pet. Why, Mithridates was an arrànt ass
Devoured the fathers of the fight? shall rage To die by poison, if all Bosphorus
And stubborn fury guide those swords to slaughCould lend him swords: Your sword must do the ter,
To slaughter of their own, to civil ruin? Tis shame to die choaked, fame to die and bleed. Drus. Oh, let them in; all's done, all's ended, Pen. Thou hast confirmed me; and, my good Regulus; Petillius,
Penius has found his last eclipse. Come, soldiers, Tell me no more I may live.
Come, and behold your miseries; come bravely, Pet. 'Twas my commission;
Full of your mutinous and bloody angers, But now I see you in a nobler way,
And here bestow your darts. Oh, only Roman! A way to make all even.
Oh, father of the wars! Pen. Farewell, captain !
Reg. Why stand ye stupid? Be a good man, and fight well; be obedient; Where be your killing furies? whose sword now Command thyself, and then thy men. Why sha- Shall first be sheathed in Penius? Do ye weep? kest thou?
Howl out, ye wretches! ye have cause; howl ever! Pet. I do not, sir.
Who shall now lead ve fortunate? whose valour Pen. I would thou hadst, Petillius !
Preserve ye to the glory of your country? I would find something to forsake the world with, Who shall march out before ye, coyed and 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 lovest virtue, keep it.
ving, Pet. And, brave captain, VOL. I.
When children fail, and Time, that takes all with To these fierce men, they will afford ye pity.
him, Build houses for ye to oblivion?
Enter Petillius, who whispers SUETONIUS. Drus. Oh, ye poor desperate fools, no more Bond. Pity? Thou fearful girl, 'tis for those now soldiers,
wretches, Go home, and hang your arms up; let rust rot That misery makes tame. Wouldst thou live less ? them;
Wast not thou born a princess? Can my blood, And humble your stern valours to soft prayers ! And thy brave father's spirit, suffer in thee For ye have sunk the frame of all
virtues; So base a separation from thyself, The sun, that warmed your bloods, is set for ever. As mercy froin these tyrants?' Say they had I'll kiss thy honoured cheek. Farewell, great Pe- mercy, nius,
The devil a relenting conscience, Thou thunderbolt, farewell !—Take up the body: The lives of kings rest in their diadems, To-morrow, mourning, to the camp convey it; Which to their bodies lively souls do give, There to receive due ceremonies. That eye And, ceasing to be kings, they cease to live. That blinds itself with weeping, gets most glory: Shew such another fear, and, by the gods, [Ereunt with a dead march. I'll fing thee to their fury;
Suet. He is dead then?
Suet. No more :
Suct. Once more, mercy,
Mercy to all that yield !
Bond. I scorn to answer;
1 Duugh. General, Dec. Yield, qucen.
Hear me, and mark me well, and look upon me, Bond. I am unacquainted with that language, Directly in my face, my woinan's face, Roman.
Whose only beauty is the hate it bears ye; Suet. Yield, honoured lady, and expect our See with thy narrowest eyes, thy sharpest wishes, mercy;
Into my soul, and see what there inhabits; We love thy nobleness.
[Exit Decius. See if one fear, one shadow of a terror, Bond. I thank ye! ye say well;
One paleness dare appear but from my anger, But mercy and love are sins in Rome and hell. To lay hold on your mercics. 'No, ye fools, Suet. You cannot escape our strength; you Poor Fortune's fools, we were not born for trimast yield, lady;
umphs, You must adore and fear the power of Rome. To follow your gay sports, and fill your slaves
Bond. If Rome be earthly, why should any knee With hoots and acclamations. With bending adoration worship her?
Pet. Brave behaviour ! She's vicious; and, your partial selves confess, 1 Daugh. The children of as great as Rome, Aspires the height of all impiety;
as noble, Therefore 'tis fitter I should reverence
Our names before her, and our deeds her envy, The thatched houses, where the Britons dwell Alust we gild o'er your conquest, make your state, In careless mirth; where the blessed houschold That is not fairly strong, but fortunate? gods
No, no, ye Romans! We have ways to escape ye, See nought but chaste and simple purity. To make ye poor again, indeed our prisoners, 'Tis not high power that makes a place divine, Avd stick our triumphs full. Nor that the men from gods derive their line; Pet. 'Sdeath, I shall love her. But sacred thoughts, in holy bosoms stored, 1 Daugh. To torture ye with suffering, like Make people noble, and the place adored.
our slaves; Surt. Beat the wall deeper!
To make ye curse our patience, wish the world Bond. Beat it to the centre,
Were lost again, to win us only, and esteein We will not sink one thought.
The end of all ambitions. Suet, I'll make ye.
Bond. Do ye wonder? Bond. No.
We'll make our monuments in spite of fortune; 2 Daugh. Oh, mother, these are fearful hours; In spite of all your eagles' wings, we'll work speak gently
pitch above ye; and from our heart we'll stoop
As fearless of your bloody soars, and fortunate, Bond. That's a good wench !
Mine own sweet girl! put it close to thee.
2 Daugh. Oh,
[Stubs herself Decius, go charge the breach. [Erit Decius. Comfort me still
, for heaven's sake. Bond. Charge it home, Roman;
1 Daugh. Where eternal We shall deceive thee else. Where's Nennius? Our youths are, and our beauties; where no wars Enter NENNIUS.
2 Daugh. A long farewell to this world! [Dies. Nen. They have made a mighty breach.
Bond. Good; I'll help thee. Bond. Stick in thy body,
1 Daugh. The next is mine. Shew me a RoAnd make it good but half an hour.
[Stabs herselt: Nen. I'll do it.
In all your stories, dare do this for her honour; 1 Daugh. And then be sure to die.
They are cowards, eat coals like compelled cats : Nen. It shall go hard else.
Your great saint, Lucrece, Bond. Farewell, with all my heart! We shall Died not for honour. ineet yonder,
Pet. By heaven, Where few of these must come.
I am in love! I would give an hundred pound Nen. Gods take thee, lady ! [Erit Nennius. Bond. Bring up the swords, and poison. But to lie with this woman's behaviour.
devil! Enter one uilh storils and a great cup.
1 Duugh. Ye shall see my example: All your 2 Daugh. Oh, my fortune!
Rome, Bond. How, how?
If I were proud and loved ambition, 2 Daugh. Good mother, nothing to offend you. If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquerBond. Here, wench;
Bond. Make haste. Behold us, Romans !
1 Duugh. I will-could not entice to live, Suet. Mercy yet.
But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye learn Bond. No talking!
How to dic bravely, Romans, to fling off Puff! there goes all your pity. Comc, short This case of flesh, lose all your cares for ever? prayers,
Live, as we have done, well, and fear the gods; And let us dispatch the business! You begin; Hunt honour, and not nations, with your swords; Shrink not, I'll see you do it.
Keep your minds humble, your devotions high; 2 Daugh, Oh, gentle mother!
So shall ye learn the noblest part to die. [Dies. Oh, Ronians! Oh, my heart! I dare not.
Bond. I come, wench.—To ye all, Fate's hangSuet. Woman, woman,
men, you, l'nnatural woman !
That ease the aged destinies, and cut 2 Daugh. Obi, persuade her, Romans ! The threads of kingdoms as they draw them! Alas, I'm young, and would live. Noble mother, here, Can ye kill that, ye gave life? Are my years Here is a draught would ask no less than Cæsar Fit for destruction?
To pledge it for the glory's sake! Suet. Yield, and be a queen still,
Cur. Great lady! A mother, and a friend.
Suet. Make up your own conditions. Bond. Ye talk! Come, hold it,
Bond. So we will. And put it home.
Suet. Stay! 1 Daugh. Fy, sister, fy!
Dem. Stay! What would you live to be?
Suet. Be any thing. 2 Daugh. Mercy!
Bond. A saint, Suetonius, Suet. Hear her, thou wretched woman! When thou shalt fear, and die like a slave. Ye 2 Daugh. Mercy, mother!
fools, Oh, whither will you send me? I was once Ye should have tied up death first, when ye conYour darling, your delight.
quered : Bond. Oh, gods! fear in my family? Ye sweat for us in vain else: See him here,[Drinks. Do it, and nobly.
Ic's ours; and still our friend; laughs at your 2 Daugh. Oh, do not frown, then.
pities; 1 Daugh, Do it, worthy sister;
And we command him with as easy reins 'Tis nothing; 'tis a pleasure : We'll go with you. As do our enemies.—I feel the poison.
2 Daugh. Oh, if I knew but whither! Poor vanquished Romans, with what matchless 1 Daugh. To the blessed;
tortures Where we shall meet our father
Could I now rack ye! But I pity ye, Suet. Woman!
Desiring to die quiet: Nay, so much Bond. Talk not.
I hate to prosecute my victory, 1 Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is That I will give ye counsel ere I die:
If you will keep your laws and empire whole,
Dec. 'Tis won, sir, and the Britons All put to the sword.
Suet. Give her fair funeral;
She was truly noble, and a queen.
Pet. Pox take it,
Jun. I am glad of this ! I have found you,
Pet. In my belly,
Jun. Ye good gods, I thank ye ! Ereunt.
To be of eminence.—Most worthy soldiers,
Let me entreat your knowledge to inforın me CARATACH upon a rock, and Hengo by him
What noble body that is, which you bear sleeping.
With such a sad and ceremonious grief,
To be in love with death! Most honourable,
Sold. 'Tis the body
Of the great captain Penius, by himself
By the religion, which ye owe those gods, Thou hast betrayed to fury, the child's fortune That lead ye on to victories! by those glories
, To fear, and want of friends, whose pieties Which made even pride a virtue in ye! Might wipe his mournings off, and build his sor
What is thy will, Caratach? A house of rest by his blessed ancestors :
Car. Set down the body,
And lend a tear to virtue! Even your foes,
Your wild foes, as you called us, are yet stored Look out; I dreamed we were betrayed. With fair affections, our hearts fresh, our spirits
, Car. No harm, boy; (A soft dead march within. Though sometime stubborn, yet when virtue dies, Tis but thy cmptiness that breeds these fancies : Soft and relenting as a virgin's prayers : Thou shalt have meat anon.
Oh, set it down! Hengo. little, unclc,
Drus. Set down the body, soldiers. And I shall hold out bravely..What are those, Car. Thou hallowed relic, thou rich diamond, (Look, uncle, look !) those niultituďes that march Cut with thine own dụst; thou, for whose wide there!
fame They come upon us stealing by.
The world appears too narrow, man's all thoughts
, Cur. I see them;
Ilad they all tongues, too silent : thus I bow And prithee be not fearful.
To thy most honoured ashes ! Though an enemy, Hengo. Now you hate inc;
Yet friend to all thy worths, sleep peaceably; Would I were dead !
Happiness crown thy soul, and in thy earth Cur. Thou knowest I love thee dearly. Soine laurel fix his seat, there grow and Nourish, Hengo. Did I ever shrink yet, uncle? Were And make thy grave an everlasting triumph ! Ta man now,
Farewell all glorious wars, now thou art gone, I should be angry with you.
And honest arms, adieu! All noble battles,
Maintained in thirst of honour, not of blood,
Hengo. Was this Roman, uncle,
So good a man?
Hengo. He died before I was born.