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The war lores 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 two beget commanders : Fear not, lady; For mine own part, I say, I am starved already, The son shall lead.

Not worth another bean, consumed to nothing, Jan. '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, gentle Pet. 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 Bat 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? Jur. He must have new acquaintance for it too, Does Rome depend upon your resolution For I will done, I thank ye.

For eating mouldy pye-crust? Pa. None, I thank you?'

3 Sold. Would we had it ! A short and touchy answer!“ None, 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 !
A modest and a decent resolution,

Pet. Out, ye flesh-flies !
And well put on. Yes; I will leave you, Junius, Nothing but noise and nastiness !
And leave you to the boys, that very shortly

Judas. Give us meat,
Shall all salute you, by your new sirname, Whereby we may do.
Of Janius ‘None I thank you." I would starve Pet. Whereby hangs your valour?

Judas. Good bits afford good blows.
Hang, drown, despair, deserve the forks, lie open

Pet. A good position; To all the dangerous passes of a wench, How long is it since thou eatest last? Wipe thy Bound to believe her tears, wed her aches,

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; To be a fool of the first head, Junius,

Timber they can digest, and fight upon it; And I will hunt you: You are in love, I know it; Old mats, and mud with spoons, rare ineats. You are an ass, and all the camp shall know it;

Your shoes, slaves; A peevish idle boy, your dame shall know it; Dare ye cry out for hunger, and those extant? A wronger of my care, yourself shall know it

. Suck your sword-hilts, ye slaves; if ye be valiant,

Honour will make them marchpane. "To the Enter Judas and four Soldiers.

purpose?' Judas. A bean? a princely diet, a full banquet, A grievous penance ! Dost thou see that gentle

man, 1 Sold. Fight like hogs for acorns ?

That melancholy monsicur ! 2. Sold. Venture our lives for pig-nuts?

Jun. Pray you, Petitlius ! Pet. What ail these rascals?

Pet. Ile has not eat these three weeks. s 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 Pet. Nor drunk vor slept these two months. For oticers, and men of action!),

Judas. Captain, we do besecch you, as poor And those so clipt by master mouse, and rotten


To what we compass,


In way


Men, that have seen good days, whose mortal sto

SCENE III. machs May sometime feel afflictions- [To Junius.

Enter SUETONIUS, Demetrius, Decius, drum Jun. This, Petillius,

and colours. Is not so nobly done.

Suet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatched Pet. 'Tis common profit;

To Penius, to command him to bring up
Urge him to the point, he'll find you out a food, The Volans regiment?
That needs no teeth nor stomach; a strange fur- Dem. He is there by this time.

Suet. And are the horse well viewed, we brought Will feed you up as fat as hens in the fore- from Mona? heads,

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 beseech your valour- As deaf as adders to delays: Your clemency Jun. Am I only

Hath made their murmurs, mutinies; nay rebelBecome your sport, Petillius ? Judas. But to render

Now, an they want but mustard, they are in of general good, in preservation

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

sures. games?

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 : Judas. Alas, he lives by love, sir. [Erit Junius. All shall be right again, and as a pine Pet. So he does, sir;

Rent from Oeta by a sweeping tempest, And cannot you do so too? All my company Jointed again, and made a mast, defies Are now in love; ne'er think of meat, nor talk Those angry winds, that split him; so will I, Of what provant is : Ay me's ! and hearty hey hoes! Pieced to my never-failing strength and fortune, Are sallads fit for soldiers. Live by meat? Steer through these swelling dangers, plow their By larding up your bodies? 'tis lewd, and lazy,

prides up, And shews ye merely mortal, dull, and drives ye And bear like thunder through their loudest temTo fight like camels, with baskets at your noses.

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 bear

left us No more of these rude murmurings; and dis- To charge upon, no room to strike. Say fortune crectly

And our endeavours bring us into them, Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy

They are so infinite, so ever-springing, A pickled rope will choke ye. Jog, and talk we shall be killed with killing; of desperate not!






That neither fear or shame e'er found, the devil Due to this day of ruin, but destruction; Has ranked amongst them multitudes; say the The soldier's order first, and then his anger. men fail,

Dem. No doubt they dare redeem all. They'll poison us with their petticoats; say they fail, Suet. Then no doubt They have priests enough to pray us into nothing. The day must needs be ours. That the proud

Suet. These are imaginations, dreams of nothing; The man, that doubts or fears

Is infinite in number better likes me, Dee. I am free of both.

Than if we dealt with squadrons; half ber army Dem. The self-same I.

Shall choke themselves, their own swords dig their Pet. And I as free as any;

graves. As careless of my flesh, of that we call life, I'll tell ye all my fears; one single valour, So I may lose it nobly, as indifferent

The virtues of the valiant Caratach, As if it were my diet. Yet, noble general, More doubts me than all Britain : lle's a soldier It was a wisdom learned from you, I learned it, So forged out, and so tempered for great fortunes, And worthy of a soldier's care, most worthy, So much man thrust into bim, so old in dangers, To wcigh with most deliberate circumstance So fortunate in all attempts, that his mere name The ends of accidents, above their offers; Fights in a thousand men, himself in millions, How to go on and get; to save a Roman, To make him Roman: But no more. Petillius, Whose one life is more worth in way of doing, How stands your charge? Than millions of these painted wasps; how, view

Pet. Ready for all employments,

To be commanded too, sir. To find advantage out; how, found, to follow it Suet. 'Tis well governed; With counsel and discretion, lest mere fortune To-morrow we'll draw out, and view the cohorts: Should claim the victory.

In the mean time, all apply their offices. Suet. 'Tis true, Petillius,

Where's Junius? And worthily remembered: The rule is certain, Pet. In his cabin, sick of the mumps, sir. Their uses no less excellent; but where time Suet. How? Cuts off occasions, danger, time and all

Pet. In lovc, indeed in love, most lamentably Tend to a present peril , 'tis required

loving, Our swords and manhoods be best counsellors, To the tune of Queen Dido, Our expeditions, precedents. To win is nothing, Dec. Alas, poor gentleman ! Where Reason, Time, and Counsel are our Suct. 'Twill make him fight the nobler. With camp-masters;

what lady?
But there to bear the field, then to be conquerors, I'll be a spokesman for him.
Where pale destruction takes us, takes us beaten, Pet. You'll scant speed, sir.
In wants and mutinies, ourselves but handfulls, Suet. Who is it?
And to ourselves our own fears, needs a new way, Pet. The devil's dam, Bonduca's daughter,
A sudden and a desperate execution :

Her youngest, cracked in the ring.
Here, how to save, is loss; to be wise, dangerous ; Suet. I'm sorry for him :
Only a present well-united strength,

But sure his own discretion will reclaim him;
And minds made up for all attempts, dispatch it : He must deserve our anger else. Good captains,
Disputing and delay here cool the courage; Apply yourselves in all the pleasing forms
Necessity gives time for doubts; (things infinite, Ye can, unto the soldiers ; fire their spirits,
According to the spirit they are preached to :) And set them fit to run this action;
Rewards like them, and naines for after-ages. Mine own provisions shall be shared amongst
Must steel the soldier, his own shame help to thein,
arm him :

'Till more come in; tell them, if now they conAnd having forced his spirit, ere he cools,

quer, Fling him upon his enemies; sudden and swift, The fat of all the kingdom lies before them. Like tigers amongst foxes, we must fight for it! Their shames forgot, their honours infinite, Fury must be our fortune; shame, we have lost, And want for ever banished. Two days hence, Spurs ever in our sides to prick us forward : Our fortunes, and our swords, and gods be for us! Thre is no other wisdom nor discretion


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Pen. I must bring up my regiment ?

Macer. Believe, sir,
Enter Penius, Regulus, Macer, and Drusius. I bring no lie.
Pen. I must come?

Pen. But, did he say I must come

es Macer. So the general commands, sir.

Macer. So delivered. Vol. I.


Pen. How long is it, Regulus, since I com- Room for his execution? what air to cool us, manded

But poisoned with their blasting breaths and In Britain here?

curses, Reg. About five years, great Penius.

Where we lie buried quick above the ground, Pen. The general, some five months ! Are all And are with labouring sweat, and breathless my actions

pain, So poor and lost, my services so barren, Killed like to slaves, and cannot kill again? That I'm remembered in no nobler language Drus. Penius, mark antient wars, and know, But must come up?

that then Macer. I do beseech you, sir,

A captain weighed an hundred thousand men. Weigh but the time's estate.

Pen. Drusius, mark antient wisdom, and you'll Pen. Yes, good lieutenant,

find then, I do, and his that sways it. Must come up? He gave the overthrow, that saved his men. Am I turned bare centurion ? Must, and shall, I must not go. Fit embassies to court my honour ?

Reg. The soldiers are desirous, Macer. Sir

Their eagles all drawn out, sir. Pen. Set me to lead a handful of my men Pen. Who drew up? Regulus ? Against an hundred thousand barbarous slaves, la ? speak ! did you? whose bold will durst atThat have marched name by nanie with Rome's

tempt this? best doers?

Drawn out? why, who commands, sir? on whose Serve them up some other meat; I'll bring no warrant food

Durst they advance? To stop the jaws of all those hungry wolves; Reg. I keep mine own obedience. My regiment's mine own. I must, my langnage ? Drus, 'Tis like the general cause, their love of

honour, Enter Currus.

Relieving of their wantsCur. Penius, where lies the host ?

Pen. Without my knowledge? Pen. Where fate may find them.

Am I no more? my place but at their pleasures? Cur. Are they ingirt?

Come, who did this Pen. The battle's lost.

Drus. By hearen, sir, I am ignorant. Cur. So soon?

[Drum softly within, then enter Soldiers, Pen. No; but 'tis bost, because it must be won;

with drum and colours. The Britons must be victors. Whoever saw Pen. What ! am I grown a shadow? –Hark! A troop of bloody vultures hovering

they march. About a few corrupted carcasses,

I'll know, and will be myself. Stand ! DisobeLet him behold the silly Roman host,

dience? Girded with millions of fierce Britain's swains, He, that advances one foot higher, dies for it. With deaths as many as they have had hopes; Run through the regiment, upon your duties, And then go thither, he that loves his shame! And charge them, on coinmand, beat back again; I scorn my lifc, yet dare not lose my naine. By heaven, I'll tithe them all else!

Cur. Do not you hold it a most famous end, Reg. We'll do our best. ( Ere. Drus and Reg: When both our names and lives are sacrificed Pen. Back! cease your bawlmg drums there! For Rome's encrease?

I'll beat the tubs about your brains etsé. Back! Pen. Yes, Curius; but mark this too : Do I speak with less fear than thunder to ye? What glory is there, or what lasting fame Must I stand to beseech yet Home, home!Ha! Can be to Rome or us, what full example, D'ye stare upon mne! Are those minds I moulded, When one is sinothered with a multitude, Those honest valiant tempers I was proud And crowded in amongst a nameless press? To be a fellow to, those great discretions Honour got out of flint, and on their heads Made your nanies feared and honoured, turned Whose virtues, like the sun, exhaled all vapours, to wildfres? Must not be lost in mists and fogs of people, Oh, guds, to disobedience? Command, farewell! Noteless, and out of name, both rude and naked : And yc be witness with me, all things sacred, Nor can Rome task us with impossibilities, I have no share in these mens' shames ! March, Or bid us fight against a flood; we serve her,

soldiers, That she may proudly say she has good soldiers, And seek your own sad ruins; your old Penius Not slaves to choke all hazards. Who but fools, Dares not behold your murders. That make no difference betwixt certain dying, 1 Sold. Captain And dying well, would fling their faines and for- 2 Sold. Captain! tudes

3 Sold. Dear, honoured captain! Into this Britain gulf, this quicksand ruin, Pen. Too, too dear-loved soldiers, That, sinking, swallows us? what noble hand Which made ye weary of me, and lreaven yet Çan find a subject fit for blood there? or what knows, sword

Though in your mutinics, I dare not hate you ;

come near me

Take your own wills! 'tis fit your long experience of what strange vialence, that, like the plague, Should now know how to rule yourselves ; IIt works upon our spirits ? Blind they feign him; wrong ye,

I'm sure, I find it so
Ia wishing ye to save your lives and credits, Pet. A dog shall lead you.
To keep your necks whole from the axe hangs Jun. His fond affections blinder
o'er ye:

Pet. Hold you there still? Alas, I mucha dishonoured ye; go, seek the Bri- It takes away my sleep tous,

Pet. Alas, poor chicken! And say ye come to glut their sacrifices;

Jun. My company, content, almost my faBut do not say I sent ye.

What ye
have been,

shionHow excellent in all parts, good, and governed, Pet. Yes, and your weight too, if you follow it. Is only left of my command, for story;

Jun. 'Tis sure the plague, for no man dare What now ye are, for pity. Fare ye well!

Without an antidote; 'tis far worse, hell.
Enter Deusius and REGULUS.

Pet. Thou'rt damned without redemption Drus. Oh, turn again, great Penius! see the

then. soldier

Jun. The way to it In all points apt for duty.

Strewed with fair western smiles, and April Reg. See his sorrow

blushes, For his disobedience, which he says was haste, Led by the brightest constellations; eyes, And haste, he thought, to please you with. See, And sweet proportions, eavying hoaven; but from captain,

thence The toughness of his courage turned to water; No way to guide, no path, no wisdom brings us. See how his manly heart melts.

Pet. Yes, a smart water, Junius. Pen. Go; beat homeward ;

Jun. Do I fool? There learn to eat your little with obedience; Know all this, and fool still? Do I know further, And henceforth strive to do as I direct ye. Thaty when we have enjoyed our ends, we lose Macer. My answer, sir. [Ereunt soldiers.

them, Per. Tell the great general,

And all our appetites are but as dreains My companies are no faggots to fill breaches; We laugh at in our ages :Myself no man that must, or shall, can carry: Pet. Sweet philosopher ! Bed hinn be wise, and where he is, he's safe then; Jun. Do I know on still, and yet know noAnd when he finds out possibilities,

thing? Mercy, gods ! He may command me. Commend me to the cap- Why am I thus ridiculous? tains.

Pet. Motley on thee! Mecer. All this I shall deliver.

Thou art an arrant ass. Pen. Farewell, Macer!

[Erit. Jun. Can red and white, Cur. Pray gods this breed no mischief! An eye, a nose, a cheekReg. It must needs,

Pet. But one cheek, Junius?
If stout Suetonius win; for then his anger, An half-faced mistress!
Besides the soldiers' loss of due and lonour, Jun. With a little trim,
Will break together on him.

That wanton fools call fashion, thus abuse me? Drus. He's a brave fellow;

Take me beyond my reason? Why should not I And but a little hide his haughtiness,

Doat on my horse well trapt, my sword well (Which is but sometimes neither, on some causes) hatched! He shews the worthiest Roman this day living. They are as handsome things, to me more uscful, You way, good Curius, to the general

And possible to rule too. Did I but love, Make all things seem the best.

Yet 'twere excusable, my youth would bear it; Cur. I shall endeavour.

But to love there, and that no timc can give me, Pray for our fortunes, gentlemen; if we fall, Mine honour dare not ask (she has been ravished), This one farewell serves for a funeral.

My nature must not know (she hates our nation), "The gods make sharp our swords, and steel our Thus to dispose my spirit ! hearts !

Pet. Stay a little; he will declajm again. Reg. We dare, alas, but cannot fight our parts.

Jun. I will not love! I am a man, have reason, [Ereunt. And I will use it; I'd no more tormenting,

Nor whining for a wench; there are a thouSCENE II.


Pet. Hold thee there, boy !
Enter Junius, PETILLIUS, and a Herald.

Jun. A thousand will entreat me.
Pet. Let him go on. Stay; now he talks. Pet. Ten thousand, Junius.
Jun. Why,

Jun. I am young and lusty,
Why should I love mine enemy: what's beauty? And to my fashion valiant. I will be man againa

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