After due ceremony done to th' dead, In love too with a trifle to abuse me? Your honourable brain-pan full of crotchets, Answer to that, sweet soldier! surely, surely, you Thou art the arrant'st rascal! Trust thy wisdom Dig for a groat a day, or serve a swine-herd, SCENE III. [Exit. Enter MACER and JUDAS, with meat and a bottle. Stole hither to relieve him: Who first ventures Judas. He lies close in a hole above, I know it, I'm sure they shake me soundly.-There! Macer. 'Tis nothing. Judas. Make no noise; if he stir, a deadly tempest Of huge stones falls upon's. 'Tis done! away, close! Enter CARATACH. [Exeunt. Jun. How! Pet. Pray kill me. Jun. Kill you? Pet. Ay, kill me quickly, suddenly; Jun. On what reason? You amaze me! Pet. If you do love me, kill me; ask me not why: I would be killed, and by you. Jun. Mercy on me! What ails this man? Petillius! 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. SCENE IV. An enemy to all good men. Fear not; 'tis justice; I shall kill you else. Jun. Tell me but the cause, And I will do it. Pet. I am disgraced, my service I dare not trust myself with: Prithee, kill me! Pet. Nay Jun. Stay, I'll do it; You shall not need your anger. But first, Petillius, Enter JUNIUS, DECIUS, PETILLIUS, and Guide. A man so bent to mischief. Guide. You are not far off now, sir, Pet. There's my sword, Jun. Yes, I will kill you, Believe that certain; but first I'll lay before you The most extreme fool you have played in this, The honour purposed for you, the great honour The general intended you. Pet. How? Jun. And then I'll kill you, Because shall die miserable. you Know, sir, The regiment was given me, but 'till time Called you to do some worthy deed, might stop The peoples' ill thoughts of you for lord Penius, I mean his death. How soon this time's come to you, And hasted by Suetonius! Go, says he, Junius and Decius, and go thou, Petillius, (Distinctly, thou Petillius) and draw up, To take stout Caratach; there's the deed pur Since you will die an ass. Pel. Thou wilt not kill me? Jun. By heaven, but I will, sir. I'll have no man dangerous Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have gotten Honour enough; let young men rise now. Nay, Such a strong doting on you, that I fear And now, come 'on, a new man: Virtue guide thee! [Exeunt. Enter CARATACH, and HENGO, on the rock. Car. Courage, my boy! I have found meat : Look, Hengo, Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, Has hung a little food and drink: Cheer up, boy; Do not forsake me now! Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle, Uncle, I'm heart I feel I cannot stay long; yet I'll fetch it, Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope. Enter MACER and JUDAS. Macer. Mark them well, Judas. Car. Of bells, boy? 'Tis thy fancy; They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation Hengo. Fy! faint-hearted, uncle? Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. Hengo. No, as you love me, uncle! I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it; Car. I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! My valiant child! Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle, And you shall see how like a daw I'll whip it From all their policies; for 'tis most certain A Roman train: And you must hold me sure too, You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle, You shall command in chief; how are we paid We'll be as merrythen? Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it. Pet. Is there no way? Jun. Not any way to live. Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius, Jun. You will seek then To out-do every man. Fet. Believe it, Junius, You shall go stroke by stroke with me. Jun. You'll leave off too, As you are noble, and a soldier, Jun. There's your sword then; Car. Go, i'th' name of Heaven, boy! Oh! 1 Car. Look, boy; I've laid him sure enough. Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle. Car. Heaven look upon this noble child! Hengo. I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody Romans At my sword's point, to have reveuged my father, To have beaten them. Oh, hold me hard! But, uncle Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. I draw it? Shall Hengo. You draw away my soul, then; I A little longer, (spare me, Heavens !) but only Car. Oh, my chicken, My dear boy, what shall I lose? That must have died however; had this 'scaped me, Fever or famine-I was born to die, sir. Car. But thus unblown, my boy? My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you, Car. Yes, boy. Hengo. And I hope We shall enjoy together that great blessedness, You told me of. Car. Most certain, child. Hengo. I grow cold; Mine eyes are going. Hengo. Pray for me; And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, Think of your little nephew! Mercy! Car. Mercy! You blessed angels, take him! Hengo. Kiss me! so. Farewell, farewell! Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain! [Dies. Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and death, You've done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph: Look, Look what thou hast brought this land to. Oh, fair flower, How lovely yet thy ruins shew, how sweetly Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven, The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee! 175 Enter PETILLIUS and JUNIUS on the rock. Ha! Dare ye, Romans? Ye shall win me bravely. Thou'rt mine! Jun. Not yet, sir. [Fight. Cur. Breathe ye, ye poor Romans, And come up all, with all your ancient valours; Like a rough wind I'll shake your souls, and send them Enter SUETONIUS, and all the Roman captains. Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratach! By all the gods, As I am soldier, as I envy thee, I'll use thee like thyself, the valiant Briton. Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms Thou filler of the world with fame and glory! and honour, Jun. Most worthy man, we'll woo thee, be thy prisoners. Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour, That more to me than conquest, that true happiness, (Whose memory I bow to) left co-heir In all he stood possessed of. Achil. 'Tis confessed, My good Achoreus, that, in these eastern king- Women are not exempted from the sceptre, Achor. How this may Stand with the rules of policy, I know not; Enter SEPTIMIUS. Achor. May victory Sept. Save my good lords! By Isis and Osiris, whom you worship, Achor. Truth needs, Septimius, no oaths, If you deny him swearing, you take from him Sept. Your honour's bitter. Confound me, where I love, I cannot say it, I think, (and I can find no other reason) Of this rash counsel, their consent not sought for, Because I am a Roman. Achil. The civil war, In which the Roman empire is embarked On a rough sea of danger, does exact Their whole care to preserve themselves, and No vacant time to think of what we do, Achor. What's your opinion Of the success? I have heard, in multitudes Achil. I could give you A catalogue of all the several nations, They have rich arms, are ten to one in number, Such plenty of all delicates are brought in, of Fortune's fair offer: So much, I have heard, Achor. Where are they now? Achil. In Thessaly, near the Pharsalian plains; Where Cæsar, with a handful of his men, VOL. I. Achor. No, Septimius? To be a Roman were an honour to you, Did not your manners and your life take from it, Sept. With your reverence, Achor. Any thing honest; Your lordship has slept ill to-night, and that Be free, Septimius. Sept. 'Tis a catalogue Of all the gamesters of the court and city, M |