FVIMVS TROES Aeneid. 2. THE TRUE TROJANS, Being A Story of the Britain's valour at the Romans first invasion: Publicly represented by the Gentlemen Students of Magdalen College in Oxford.  
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Dramatis Personae.  



Livius, lib. 5.  
mercury.  
Fur. Camillus.  
Brennus.    


Caesar come. de bell. gall. lib. 4. & 5.  
julius Caesar.  
C. Volusenus.  
Q. Laberius, alias Labienus.  
Q. Atrius.  
Comius Atrebas.  
Cassibellaunus Imperator Britannorum.  
Mandubratius, princeps Trinobantum.  


4. Petty Kings in Kent.  
Cingetorix.  
Carvilius.  
Taximagulus.  
Segonax.      


Galfrid. Monu metensis. lib. 4.  


Belimaur, his sons,  


Lud, his sons.  
Androgeus.  
Themantius.    
Cassibelane.  
Nennius.    
Belinus, a chief Nobleman.  
Hirildas, nephew to Cassibelane.  
Eulinus, nephew to Androgeus.  
Cridous King of Albania.  
Britael King of Demetia.  
Guerthed, King of Ordovicia.     

Names feigned.  


Two Druids, or Priests.  
Lantonus.  
Hulacus.    


Two Ladies mentioned.  
Landora.  
Cordella.    
Rollano, a Belgic.  
Chorus of five Bards, or Poets laureate.  
soldiers.  
Shipmen.  
servants.    

Mercury, conducting the Ghosts of Brennus and Camillus, in complete armour, and with swords drawn.  _MEr. 
As in the vaults of this big-bellied earth,  
Are dungeons, whips, and flames, for wicked Ghosts;  
So fair Elysian fields; where spotless souls  
Do bathe themselves in bliss. Among the rest,  
Two pleasant Groves by two sorts are possessed:  
One by true Lovers crowned with myrtle boughs,  
Who hand in hand sing Paeans of their joy:  
Brave Soldiers hold the second, clad in steel,  
Whose glittering Arms brighten those gloomy shades,  
In lieu of Starry lights. From hence I bring  
A pair of Martial Imps, By jove's decree,  
As sticklers in their Nations enmity.  
Furious Camillus, and thou Britain bold  
Great Brennus, sheath your conquering blades: In vain  
You threaten death: For Ghosts may not be slain.  Brenn. 
From the unbounded Ocean, and cold climes,  
Where Charles his wain circles the Northern Pole:  
I first lead out great swarms of shaggy Gaules,  
And big-boned Britain's. The white-pated Alps,  
Where snow and winter dwell, did bow their necks  
To our victorious feet: Rome, proudest Rome,  
We clothed in scarlet of patrician blood,  
And 'bout your Capitol pranced our vaunting steeds,  
Defended more by Geese, than by your gods.  Cam. 
But I cut short your fury, and my sword  
Redeemed the City, making your huge vast trunks  
To fat our Crows, and dung our Latian fields:  
I turned your Torrent to another Coast:  
And what you quickly won, you sooner lost.  Mer. 
Leave these weak brawlings. Now swift time hath spent  
A Pylian age, and more, since you two breathed,  
Mirrors of Britain, and of Roman valour.  
lo, now the black Imperial Bird doth clasp  
Under her wings the Continent, and Mars  
Trampling down nations with his brazen wheels,  
Fights for his Nephews, and hath once more made  
Britain's and Romans meet. To view these deeds  
I Hermes bring you to this upper sky;  
Where you may wander, and with ghastly looks  
Incite your Countrymen, when night and sleep  
Conquer the eyes, when weary body's rest,  
And senses cease: Be Furies in their breast.  
Never two Nations better matched. For jove  
Loves both alike: whence then these armed Bands?  
Mavors for Rome, Neptune for Albion stands.  Brenn. 
Then let war ope his jaws, as wide as hell,  
And fright young babes, my Countryfolk more stern  
Can outlook Gorgon: Let the Fates transposed  
Hang beaten Flags up in the victor's land:  
Full dearly will each Pace of ground be sold,  
Which rated is at dearest Blood, not Gold.  
What, are their ruined Fanes, demolished Walls  
So soon forgot? Doth Allia yet run clear?  
Or can three hundred Summers slake their fear?  Cam. 
Arise thou julian Star, whose angry beams  
Be Heralds to the North, of war, and death.  
Let those black Calends be revenged; Those Ghosts,  
(Whose mangled sheaths deprived of Funeral rites,  
Made the six hills promise a Cadmus crop:)  
Be expiated with a fiery deluge.  
jove rules the Spheres, Rome all the world beside:  
And shall this little corner be denied?  Merc. 
Bandy no more these private Frowns; but haste,  
Fly to your parties, and enrage their minds:  
Till at the period of these Broils, I call,  
And back reduce you to grim Pluto's hall.  Exeunt. 

Act. 1.  

Scen. 1.  Duke Nennius, alone. Nenn. 
methinks I hear Bellona's dreadful voice  
Redoubled from the concave shores of Gaul:  
methinks I hear their neighing Steeds, The groans  
Of complemental Souls, taking their leave:  
And all the din and clamorous rout, which sounds  
When falling Kingdoms crack in fatal flames.  
Die Belgics, Die like men. Free minds need have  
Nought, but the ground they fight on, for their grave:  
And we are next. Think ye the smoky mist  
Of Sun-boiled Seas can stop the eagle's eye?  
Or can our watery walls keep dangers out,  
Which fly aloft? That thus we snorting lie,  
Feeding impostumed humours, to be launched  
By some outlandish Surgeon:  
As they are now: whose flaming towns, like Beacons,  
Give us fair warning, and even guild our spires,  
Whilst merrily we warm us at their Fires.  
Yet we are next: who charmed with peace and sloth,  
Dream golden dreams. Go, warlike Britain, go,  
For Olive bough exchange thy Hazel bow:  
Hang up thy rusty Helmet, that the Bee  
May have a hive, or Spider find a Loom:  
In steed of soldiers fare, and lodging hard,  
(The bare ground being their bed, and table) lie  
Smothered in down, melting in luxury.  
In steed of bellowing drum, and cheerful flute,  
Be lulled in Lady's lap with amorous Lute.  
But as for Nennius, know, I scorn this calm:  
The ruddy Planet at my birth bore sway,  
Sanguine adust my humour; and wild fire,  
My ruling Element. Blood, and rage, and choler,  
Make up the Temper of a captain's valour.  Exit.  

Act. 1. Scen. 2.  julius Caesar. Comius. Volusenus. Laberius. soldiers. with Ensign, A two-necked Eagle displayed sable, Drum, Ancient, Trumpet. A flourish. Caes. 
Welcome thus far, Partners of weal and woe,  
Welcome brave bloods: Now may our weapons sleep,  
Since Ariovist in cockboat basely flies:  
Vast Germany stands trembling at our bridge:  
And Gaul lies bleeding in her mother's lap.  
Once the Pellaean Duke did Eastward march,  
To rouse the drowsy Sun, before he rose  
Adorned with Indian rubies: But the Main  
bade him retire. He was my Type. This day,  
We stand on Nature's western brink; Beyond,  
Nothing but Sea and Sky. Here is Nil vltra.  
Democritus make good thy fancy, give me  
More worlds to conquer, which may be both seen,  
And won together. But methinks I ken  
A whitish cloud kissing the waves, or else  
Some chalky rocks surmount the barking flood.  
Comius, your knowledge can correct our eyes.  Com. 
It is the Britain shore, which ten leagues hence  
Displays her shining cliffs unto your sight.  Caes. 
I'll hit the white. That sea-mark for our Ships,  
Invites destruction, and gives to our eye  
A treacherous Becko. Dare but resist: your shore  
Shall paint her pale face with red crimson gore.  Com. 
Thus much I know, Great Caesar, that they lent  
Their secret aid unto the neighbour Gaules;  
Fostering their fugitives with friendly care:  
Which made your victory fly with slower wing.  Caes. 
That's cause enough. They shall not henceforth range  
Abroad for War, we'll bring Him to their doors:  
His ugly Idol shall displace their gods,  
Their dear Penates, and in desolate streets  
Raise trophies high of barbarous bones, whose stench  
May poison all the rest. I long to stride  
This Hellespont, or bridge it with a Navy,  
Disclosing to our Empire unknown Lands,  
Until the Arctic Star for Zenith stands.  Laber. 
Then raise the Camp, and strike a dreadful March,  
And unawares pour vengeance on their heads:  
Be like the winged Bolt of angry jove.  
Or chiding Torrent, whose late-risen stream  
From mountains bended top runs raging down,  
Deflowering all the virgin dales.  Caes. 
First let's advise; For soon to ruin come  
Rash weapons, which lack counsel grave at home.  Laber. 
What need consulting, where the Cause is plain?  Caes. 
The likeliest Cause without regard proves vain.  Laber. 
Provide for Battle, but of Truce of word.  Caes. 
Where peace is first refused, should come the sword.  Laber. 
But 'tis unlike, their self-presuming might  
Will curbed be with terms of Civil Right.  Caes. 
'tis true: yet so, we stop the people's cry,  
When we propose, and they do peace deny.  
we'll therefore wise Ambassadors dispatch,  
Parents of Love, the Harbingers of Leagues,  
Men that may speak with mildness mixed with courage,  
Having quick feet, broad eyes, short tongues, long ears;  
To warn the British Court.  
And further view the Ports, fathom the Seas,  
Learn their complotments; where Invasion may  
Be soonest entertained. All this shall lie  
On Volusene, a Legate, and a Spy.  Volus. 
My care and quickness shall deserve this kindness.  
Mean time unite, and range your scattered troops.  
Embark your Legions at the Iccian shore,  
And teach Erynnis swim, which crawled before.  Exeunt.  

Act. 1. Scen. 3.  Cassibelane, Androgeus, Themantius, Belinus, Attendants. Cassib. 
Although the people's voice constrains me hold  
This Regal staff, whose massy weight would bruise  
Your age and pleasures: yet this, Nephews, know:  
Your trouble less, your honour is the same,  
As if you wore the Diadem of this I'll.  
meanwhile Androgeus hold unto your use  
Our Lady-City Troynovant, and all  
The Toll and Tribute of delicious Kent;  
Of which each Quarter can maintain a King.  
Have you, Themantius, Cornwall's Dukedom large,  
Both rich and strong, in metals and in men.  
I must to Verulam's fenced town repair,  
And as Protector for the whole take care.  Androg. 
My heart agrees. Henceforth ye Sovereign cares,  
State-mysteries, false graces, jealous fears,  
The Linings of a Crown, forsake my Brain:  
These Territories neither are too wide,  
To trouble my content; nor yet too narrow,  
To feed a Princely train.  Them. 
All thanks I render: your will shall guide ours,  
With treble-twisted love we'll strive to make  
One Soul inform three Bodies, keeping still  
The same affections both in good and ill.  
Now am I for a hunting match. You thickets  
Shelter a Boar, which spoils the ploughman's hope:  
Whose jaws with double sword, whose back is armed  
With bristled Pikes; whose fume inflames the air,  
And foam besnows the trampled Corn. This Beast  
I long to see come smoking to a feast. Exit. Themant.  Enter Rollano. Belin. 
Here comes my Belgic friend, Landora's servant:  
What news, Rollano, that thy feet so strive  
To have precedence of each other? Speak,  
I read disturbed passions on thy brow.  Roll. 
My trembling heart quavers upon my tongue,  
That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth  
These sad, strange, sudden, dreary, dismal news.  
A Merchant's ship arrived tells, how the Roman  
Having run Gaul quite through with bloody arms,  
Prepares for you: His navy rigged in bay,  
Only expects a gale: Farther, they say,  
A pinnace landed, from him brings command,  
Either to lose your freedom, or your land.  Cassib. 
And dares proud Caesar back our untamed surges?  
Dreads he not our Sea-monsters? whose wild shapes  
Their Theatres near yet in Picture saw.  
Come Sirs, To arms, To arms: Let speedy posts  
Summon our petty Kings, and muster up  
Our valorous nations from the North, and West.  
Androgeus haste you to the Scots and Pictes,  
Two Names, which now Albania's kingdom share:  
Entreat their aid, if not for love, yet fear:  
For new foes should imprint swift-equal fear  
Through all the arteries of our I'll.  
Belinus, thy authority must rouse  
The vulgar troops within my special charge,  
Fire the Beacons, strike alarms loud,  
Raise all the country 'gainst this common Foe:  
we'll soon confront him in his full career;  
This news more moves my choler, than my fear. Exeunt.  Rollano, alone. Roll. 
I am by birth a Belgic, whence I fled  
To Germany, for fear of Roman Arms:  
But when their bridge bridled the stately Rhine,  
I soon returned, And thought to hide my head  
In this soft haltions nest, this Britain I'll.  
But now, behold, Mars is a nursing here,  
And 'gins to speak aloud.  
Is no nook safe from Rome? do they still haunt me?  
Some peaceful God transport me through the air,  
Beyond cold Thule, or the sun's Bedchamber,  
Where only Swine or Goats do live and reign.  
Yet these may fight. Place me, where quiet Peace  
Hushes all storms, where sleep and silence dwell,  
Where never man nor beast did wrong the soil,  
Or crop the Firstfruits, Or made so much noise  
As with their breath. But foolish thoughts adieu:  
Now catch I must, or stand, or fall with you. Exit.   

Act. 1. Scen. 4.  Eulinus, Hirildas. Eul. 
The Court a wardrobe is of living shapes:  
And Ladies are the tissue-spangled suits,  
Which Nature wears on festival high days.  
The Court a Spring, each madam is a Rose.  
The Court is Heaven, fair Ladies are the Stars.  Hiril. 
ay, falling Stars.  Eul. 
False Echo, don't blaspheme that glorious sex,  
Whose beauteous rays can strike rash gazers blind.  Hir. 
Love should be blind.  Eul. 
Pray, leave this Cynic humour, whilst I sigh  
My Mistress praise: Her beauty's past compare:  
O would she were more kind, or not so fair.  
Her modest smiles both curb and kindle love:  
The Court is dark without her; when She rises,  
The morning is her handmaid, strewing roses  
About love's Hemisphere: The lamps above  
Eclipse themselves for shame, To see her eyes  
Outshine their Chrysolites, and more bless the skies,  
Than they the Earth—  Hir. 
Give me her Name.  Eul. 
Her body is a Crystal cage, whose pure  
Transparent mould not of gross elements  
Compacted, but the extracted Quintessence  
Of sweetest forms distilled: where Graces bright  
Do live immured, but not exempt from sight.—  Hir. 
I prithee speak her.  Eul. 
Her model is beyond all poets' brains,  
And painter's pencils: All the lively Nymphs,  
sirens, and Dryads, are but kitchenmaids,  
If you compare. To frame the like Pandore,  
The Gods repine, and Nature would grow poor.—  Hir. 
By Love, who is't? hath she no mortal Name?  Eul. 
For here you find great Juno's stately front,  
Pallas' grey eye, Venus her dimpled chin,  
Aurora's rosy fingers, the small waist  
Of Ceres' daughter, and Medusa's hair,  
Before it hist:—  Hir. 
O Love, as deaf, as thou art blind! Good Eulinus  
Call home thy soul, and tell thy Mistress name.  Eul. 
O strange! what ignorant still? whenas so plainly  
These Attributes describe her: why? She is  
A Rhapsody of Goddesses. The elixir  
Of all their several perfections. She is  
(Now bless your ears) by mortals called Landora.  Hir. 
What: Landora the Trinobantic Lady?  
How grow your hopes, what mettle is her breast?  Eul. 
All steel and adamant. 'tis beauty's pride, To stain  
Her lily white with blood of Lovers slain.  
Their groans make music, and their scalding sighs  
Raise a perfume, and vulturelike she gnaws  
Their bleeding hearts. No gifts, no learned flattery,  
No stratagems can work Landora's battery.  
As a tall Rock maintains majestic state,  
Though Boreas gallop on the tottering seas,  
And tilting split his froth out spurging waves  
Upon his surly breast: So she resists:  
And all my projects on her cruel heart,  
Are but retorted to their author's smart.  Hir. 
Why then, let scorn succeed thy love, and bravely  
Conquer thyself, If thou wilt conquer her:  
Stomachs, with kindness cloyed, Disdain must stir.  Eul. 
Most impious thoughts! O let me rather perish,  
And loving die, than living cease to love:  
And when I faint, let her but hear me cry,  
ay me, there's none, which truly loves, but I.  Hir. 
O ye cross darts of Cupid! this very Lady,  
This Lady-wasp woes me, as thou dost her,  
With glances, jewels, bracelets of her hair,  
Lascivious banquets, and most eloquent eyes:  
All which my heart misconters as immodest,  
It being pointed for another Pole.  
But hence learn courage, Coosse; why stand you dumb?  
Women are women, and may be o'ercome.  Eul. 
Your words are earwigs to my vexed brain  
Like henbane juice, or Aconite diffused  
They strike me senseless.  
My kinsman, and Hirildas to my end:  
But I'll ne'er call you Counsellor, or Friend Adieu.  Hir. 
Stay, stay. For now I mean with gentler breath.  
To waft you to your happy landing place.  
Seeing this Crocodile pursues me flying,  
Flies you pursuing: we'll catch her by a trick:  
With promise feigned, I'll appoint a Cupid's stage,  
But in the night, and secret, and disguised:  
Where thou, which art myself, shalt act my part;  
In Venus' games, all Cozening goes for Art.  Eul. 
Blessed be these means, and happy the Success.  
Now 'gin I rear my crest above the Moon,  
And in those guilded books read Lectures of  
The Feminine Sex. There moves Cassiope,  
Whose garments shine with thirteen precious stones,  
Types of as many virtues: Then her Daughter,  
Whose Beauty without Perseus would have tamed  
The monstrous Fish, glides with a Starry Crown:  
Then Just Astraea combs her golden hair:  
And my Landora can become the skies,  
As well as They. Oh, how my joys do swell!  
He mounted not more proud, whose burning Throne  
Kindled the Cedar-tops, and quaffed whole fountains.  
fly then, ye winged hours, as swift as thought,  
Or my desires: Let days bright Waggoner  
Fall headlong, and lie buried in the deep,  
And dormouse-like Alcides' night outsleep.  
Good Tethys, quench his Beams, that He ne'er rise,  
To scorch the moors, to suck up honeydews,  
Or to betray my person.  
But prithee tell, What Mistress you adore?  Hir. 
The kind Cordella, Loving, and Beloved:  
Only some jar of late about a Favour  
Made me inveigh 'gainst women. Come, away,  
Our plots desire the night, not babbling day.  Eul. 
We must give way: Here come our reverend bard  
To sing in synod, as their Custom is,  
With former chance comparing present deeds.  Exeunt.  

Act. 1. Scen. 5.  Chorus of five Bards laureate, four voices, and an Harper: Attired. 

1. Song.  

1.  
At the Spring  
Birds do sing:  
Now with high,  
Then low cry:   

Flat, acute;  
And salute,  
The Sun borne,  
Every morn.   

All .he's no Bard that cannot sing:  
The praises of the flowery Spring.   

2.  
Flora Queen  
All in green,  
doth delight  
To paint white,   

3.  
Woods renew  
Hunter's hue.  
Shepherd's grey  
Crowned with bay,   

And to spread  
Cruel red,  
With a blue,  
Colour true.  
All .he's no bard, &c.   

With his pipe  
Care doth wipe,  
Till he dream  
By the stream.  
All .he's no bard, &c.   

4.  
Faithful loves,  
Turtle Doves,  
Sit and bill,  
On a bill.  
Country Swains  
On the plains,  
Run and leap,  
Turn and skip.  
All .he's no bard, &c.   

5.  
Pan doth play  
Care-away.  
Fairies small  
Two foot tall,  
With caps red  
On their head  
Dance around  
On the ground.  
All .he's no bard,   

6.  
Phyllis bright  
Cloth in white,  
With neck fair,  
Yellow hair:   

Rocks doth move  
With her love,  
And make mild,  
Tigers wild.   

All .he's no bard that cannot sing,  
The praises of the flowery spring.    

2. Song.  

Thus spend we time in laughter,  
While peace and spring do smile:  
But I hear a sound of slaughter,  
Draw nearer to our I'll.   

Leave then your wonted prattle,  
The Oaten reed forbear:  
For I hear a sound of battle,  
And Trumpets tear the air,   

Let bagpipes die for want of wind,  
Let Crowd and Harp be dumb;  
Let little Taber come behind:  
For I hear the dreadful drum.   

Let no Birds sing, no lambkin's dance,  
No fountains murmuring go:  
Let Shepherd's crook be made a lance:  
For the martial horns do blow. Exeunt.      

Act. 2.  

Scen. 1.  Cassibelane, Cridous, Britael, Guerted, Nennius, Belinus, Eulinus. Volusene following. Cassib. 
heaven's favour Cridous fair Albania's King:  
And Britael decked with the Demetian Crown:  
The same to famous Guerted, whose command  
Embraces woody ordovicke's black Hills.  
Legate, you may your message now declare.  Volus. 
By me great Caesar greets the Britain state:  
This letter speaks the rest.  Cassib. 
Then read the rest.  Volus. Caesar Proconsul of Gallia to Cassibelane King of Britain. 
Since Romulus' race by will of jove,  
Have stretched their Empire wide:  
From Danowe's banks by Tigris swift,  
Unto mount Atlas' side:  
And Provinces and Nations strong.  
With homage due obey.  
We wish that you hid in the Sea,  
Do likewise tribute pay.  
Submitting all unto our wills,  
For rashly aiding Gaul:  
And noble Lads for hostages  
Make ready at our call.  
These granted may our Friendship gain:  
Denied shall work your woe:  
Now take your choice, whether you'd find  
Rome, as a Friend, or Foe.  Cassib. 
Bold mandates are unwelcome to free Princes.  
Legate withdraw; you shall be soon dispatched. Exit. Volus.  Crid. 
He writes more like a Victor, than a Foe;  
Whose greatness risen from subdued nations,  
Is fastened only with fear's slippery knot.  
Nor can they fight so fierce, for wealth or fame,  
As we for native liberty. With answer rough  
Bid him defiance. So thinks Cridous.  Guert. 
Guerted maintains the same, and on their flesh  
I'll write my answer in red Characters.  Brit. 
Thou Ravenous wolf, Imperious monster Rome,  
Seven-headed Hydra; know, we scorn thy threats:  
We can oppose thy hills with mounts as high;  
And scourge usurpers with like cruelty.  
And thus thinks Britael.  Eul. 
Let Caesar come: Our land doth rust with ease,  
And wants an object, whose resisting power  
May strike out valorous flashes from her veins.  
So shadows give a Picture life. So flames  
Grow brighter by a fanning blast. Nor think,  
I am a Courtier, and no Warrior borne:  
Nor love-object: For well my Poet says,  
Militat omnis Amans, Each Lover is a Soldier;  
I can join Cupid's bow, and Mars his Lance.  
A pewter-coat fits me, as well as silk.  
It grieves me see, Our Martial spirits trace  
The idle streets, while weapons by their side  
Dangle and lash their backs, as 'twere to upbraid  
Their needless use. Nor is it glory small,  
They set upon us last, when their proud Arms  
Fathom the Land and Seas, and reach both Poles.  
On then, So great a Foe, so good a cause,  
Shall make our name more famous. So thinks Eulinus.  Cassib. 
Then Friends and Princes on this Blade take oath:  
First to your Country, to revenge her wrongs:  
And next to me, as General, to be led  
With unity and courage. they kiss the sword.  All. 
The gods bless Britain, and Cassibelane.  Nenn. 
Now royal friends, the Heirs of mighty Brute:  
You see, what storm hangs hovering o'er this land,  
Ready to pour down cataclysms of blood;  
Let ancient glory then inflame your hearts:  
Beyond the craggy hills of grim-faced death,  
Bright honour keeps triumphant Court, and deeds  
Of martial men live there in marble rolls.  
Death is but Charon to the Fortunate Isles:  
Porter to Fame.  
What though the Roman armed with foreign spoil,  
Behind him lead the conquered world, and hope  
To sink our Island with his Army's weight:  
Yet we have gods, and men, and horse, to fight:  
And we can bravely die. But our just cause,  
Your forward loves, and all our people edged  
With Dardan spirit, and the powerful name  
Of Country; Bid us hope for victory.  
We have a world within ourselves, whose breast  
No Foreigner hath unrevenged pressed  
These thousand years. Though Rhine and Rhone can serve,  
And envy Thames his never captive stream:  
Yet maugre all. If we ourselves are true,  
We may despise, what all the earth can do.  Cassib. 
let's then dismiss the Legate with a frown:  
And draw our forces toward the Sea, to join  
With the four Kings of Kent, and so affront  
His first arrival. But before all, let  
Our Priests and Druids in their hallowed groves  
Propitiate the gods, and scan events  
By their mysterious Arts. Exeunt.   

Act. 2. Scen. 2.  Eulinus. Hirildas. Rollano. Hir. 
Well, so: your tongue's your own, though drunk or angry.  Roll. 
Umh. seals his mouth.  Hir. 
Speak not a word upon your life: Be dumb.  Roll. 
Umh. gives him money.  Hir. 
I'll winch up thy estate. Be Harpocrates.  Roll. 
Umh.  Hir. 
Thy fortunes shall be double-guilt. Be midnight.  Roll. 
Umh.  Hir. 
An excellent instrument to be the Bawd  
To his dear Lady.— But Rollano, hark:  
What words, what looks did give my letter welcome?  Roll. 
Umh.  Hir. 
Nay, now thy silence is antedated. Speak.  Roll. 
Umh.  Hir. 
I give thee leave, I say. Speak, Be not foolish.  Roll. 
Then— with your leave: She used upon receipt  
No words, but silent joy purpled her face,  
And seeing your Name, straight clapped it to her heart,  
To print there a New Copy: As she'd say,  
The words went by her eyes too long a way.  Hir. 
You told her my Conditions, and my Oath  
Of silence, and that only you be used.  Roll. 
All, Sir.  Hir. 
And that this night—  Roll. 
ay, Sir.  Hir. 
You guard the Door—  Roll. 
ay, Sir.  Hir. 
But I ne'er mean to come.  Roll. 
No, Sir? Oh wretch!  
Shall I deceive, when She remains so true?  Hir. 
No. Thou shalt be true, and She remain deceived.  
I'll lie, and yet I will not lie. My Friend  
Eulinus in my shape, shall climb her Bed.  
This is the point. You'll promise all your aid.  Roll. 
Your Servant to Command, and then Reward.  Eul. 
we'll draw thee Meteor-like by our warm favour  
Unto the roof and feeling of the Court:  
we'll raise thee (hold but fast) on Fortune's ladder. Exit Roll.  
This Fellow is a Medley of most lewd  
And vicious qualities: A braggart, yet a coward,  
A knave, and yet a slave: True to all villainy,  
But false to Goodness. Yet now I love him,  
Because he stands just in the way of love.  Hir. 
Coosse, I commend you to the Cyprian Queen;  
Whilst I attend Diana in the Forest,  
My kinsman Mandubrace, and I must try  
Our greyhounds' speed after a lightfoot hare. Exit Hirild.  Eul. 
O Love! whose nerves unite in equal bonds  
This massy frame. Thou Cement of the world:  
By which the Orbs and Elements agree:  
By which all Living creatures joy to be,  
And dying live in their Posterity.  
Thy holy raptures warm each noble breast,  
Sweetly inspiring more Soul. Thy delight  
Surpasses melody, Nectar, and all pleasures  
Of Tempe, and of Tempe's eldest Sister  
Elysium: A banquet of all the Senses!  
By thy Commanding power, Gods into Beasts,  
And Men to Gods are changed, as Poets say:  
When Sympathy rules, All like what they obey.  
But Love triumphs, when Man and Woman meet  
In full affection: Double vows then fill  
His sacred Shrine. Yet, This to me denied,  
More whets my Passion: Mutual Love grows cold.  
Venus, be thou Propitious to my wiles;  
And laugh at lover's perjuries and guiles. Exit.   

Act. 2. Scen. 3.  Lantonus. Hulacus. Two Druids, in long robes, hats like Pyramids, branches of Mistletoe. Lant. 
That Souls immortal are, I easily grant:  
Their future State distinguished, joy, or Pain,  
According to the merits of this Life.  
But then I rather think, being free from Prison,  
And bodily contagion, they subsist  
In places fit for Immaterial Spirits:  
Are not transfused from Men to beasts, from beasts  
To men again: wheeled round about by change.  Hul. 
And were it not more cruel, to turn out  
Poor naked Souls stripped of warm flesh, like Landlords,  
Bidding them wander: Then (forsooth) imagine  
Some unknown Cave or Coast, whether all the myriads  
Of souls deceased are slipped, and thrust together.  
Nay, Reason rather says: As at one moment,  
Some die, and some are borne; so may their Ghosts,  
Without more cost, serve the succeeding age:  
For sure they don't wear; to be cast aside.  
But enter straight, less, or more noble bodies,  
According to desert of former deeds.  
The valiant into lions, coward minds  
Into weak Hares, Th' ambitious into Eagles  
Soaring aloft; But the perverse and peevish;  
Are next endenized into wrinkled Apes:  
Each vice and virtue wearing seemly shapes.  Lant. 
So you debase the gods most lively image,  
The humane Soul, and rank it with mere Brutes,  
Whose life of reason void, ends with their sense.  Enter Belinus. Bel. 
Hail to heaven's privy Counsellors. The King.  
Desires your judgement of these troublesome times.  Lant. 
The gods foretold these mischiefs long ago,  
In eldell's reign, The Earth and Sky were filled  
With prodigies, strange Sights, and hellish shapes.  
Sometime two Hosts with fiery lances met,  
Armour and Horse being heard amid the Clouds:  
With Streamers red now march these airy Warriors,  
And then a sable hearse-cloth wraps up all:  
And bloody drops speckled the grass, as falling  
From their deep-wounded limbs:  
Whilst staring Comets shook their flaming hair.  
Thus all our Wars were acted first on high,  
And we taught what to look for.  Hul. 
Nature tunes stepdame to her brood, and dams  
Deny their monstrous issue. Saturn joined  
In dismal league with Mars portends some change.  
Late in a grove by night, a voice was heard  
To cry aloud, Take heed, more Trojans come.  
What may be known or done, we'll search, and help,  
With all religious care.  Belin. 
The King and army do expect as much:  
That powers divine perfumed with odours sweet,  
And feasted with the fat of Bulls and Rams;  
Be pleased to bless their plots.  Lant. 
All rites and orisons due, shall be performed.  
chiefly Night's Empress fourfold Honour craves,  
Mighty in Heaven, and Hell, in Woods, and Waves. Exit.   

Act. 2. Scen. 4.  Caesar, Volusene, Laberius. soldiers. Caes. 
What land, what people, and what answer; Show.  Volus. 
We saw a Paradise, whose bosom teems  
With silver oar: whose Seas are paved with pearl:  
The Meadows richly spread with Flora's tapestry:  
The fields even wonder at their harvest loads.  
In Crystal streams the scaly nations play,  
Fringed all along with trembling poplar trees:  
The Sun in Summer loath to leave their sight,  
Forgets to sleep, and glancing makes no Night.  
Then for the men, Their statures tall and big,  
With blue-stained skins, and long black dangling hair  
Promise a barbarous fierceness. They scarce know,  
And much less fear our empire's might; but thus  
Returned defiance:  Cassibelane King of Britain to julius Caesar Proconsul of Gallia. 
Seeing your Empire's great. why should it not suffice?  
To covet more and more, is tyrant's usual guise.  
To lose what jove you gave, you'd think it but unjust:  
You have your answer then: Defend this I'll we must;  
Which from the world cut of, and free from her first day,  
Hath Iron more for swords, than Gold for tributes pay.  
If amity, and like fear, succour to Gaul imparts:  
Pardon: For this small brook could not divide our hearts.  
We hope the gods will help, and fortune back our Cause,  
Who take Arms, but to keep our lives, our Wives, and Laws.  
As you from Troy, so we; Our pedigree do claim:  
Why should the branches fight, whenas the root's the same?  
Despise us not, because the Sea and North us close:  
Who can no further go, must turn upon their foes.  
Thus rudely we conclude: Wage war, or change your will:  
We hope to use a lance, far better than a quill.  Caes. 
I grieve to draw my sword against the stock  
Of thrice-renowned Troy: But they are rude,  
And must be frighted, ere we shall be friends.  
Then lets aboard, and hoisting sails convey  
Two legions over: For I long to view  
This unknown land, and all their fabulous rites;  
And gather margarites in my brazen cap.  
Nature, nor Fates can valorous virtue Stop.  Laber. 
Now Caesar speaks like Caesar: stronger and stronger,  
Rise like a whirlwind, tear the mountain's pride;  
Shake thy brass harness, whose loud clattering may  
waken Gradivus, where he sleeps on top  
Of Haemus, lulled with Boreas roaring Base:  
And put to flight this Nation with the noise.  
A Fly is not an eagle's combatant:  
Nor may a pygmy with a Giant strive. Exeunt.   

Act. 2. Scen. 5.  Cassibelane. Belinus. Comius following. Attendants. Com. 
Health and good fortune on Cassibelane tend.  
My love to you and Britain, waft me hither,  
To make atonement, ere the Roman Leader.  
Bring fire and spoil and ruin on your heads.  
No herb can ever grow, where once he treads.  
Nothing withstands his force. Be not too hardy,  
But buy a friend with kindness, lest you buy  
His anger dearly.  Cassib. 
Comius, speak no more: He knows our mind.  Com. 
O let not rage so blind your judgement, but  
Prevent with ease the hazard of a war,  
Of war, a word composed of thousand Isles.  
O be not cruel to yourselves. I'll undertake  
Without discredit to appease his wrath,  
If you'll cashier your soldiers, and receive  
Him like a Guest, not like an Enemy.  Cassib. 
False-hearted Gaul, dar'st thou persuade even me,  
For to betray my people to the sword?  
Now know I, thou art sent for to solicit  
Our Princes to rebel, to learn our strength.  
Lay hands on him: A Spy.  All. 
A Spy, a spy, a traitor, and a spy. they chain him.  Com. 
Is this the Guerdon of my loving care?  
You break the laws of Nature, Nations, Friends:  
But look for due revenge at Caesar's hand.  Cassi. 
Expect in prison thy revenge. Away with him. exit. Com.  
Belinus, have you mustered up our Forces?  Bel. 
Yes, if it please your Highness.  Cassib. 
And what are the particulars?  Bel. 
First Cridous leads from the Albanian realm,  
Where Grampius' ridge divides the smiling dales,  
Five thousand horse, and twenty thousand foot,  
Three thousand Chariots maned. The Brigants come  
Decked with blue-painted shields, twelve thousand strong.  
Under the conduct of Demetia's Prince,  
March twice three thousand, armed with Pelts and Glaves:  
Whom the Silures flank, eight thousand stout,  
Greedy of fight, borne soldiers the first day,  
Whose gray-goose-winged shafts ne'er flew in vain.  
Then Guerted mounted on a shag-hair steed,  
Full fifteen thousand brings, both horse and foot,  
Of desperate Ordovicians, whose use is  
To rush half naked on their foes, enraged  
With a rude noise of pipes.  
Your Province bounded with that boiling stream,  
Where Sabrine lovely Damsel lost her breath,  
And with curled-pated Humber, Neptune's heir:  
Affords eight thousand Cars, with hooks and scythes,  
And fifty thousand expert men of war:  
All brave Lhoegrians, armed with Pike and Spear:  
Each nation being distinguished into troops,  
With gawdy pennons flickering in the air.  
Beside these, Kent is up in arms, to blunt  
The edge of their first furious shock.  Cassib. 
we'll now invite them to a martial Feast,  
Carving with falchions, and carousing healths  
In their life's moisture. Well returned Androgens: enter Andr.  
Have you obtained, or is your suit denied?  Andr. 
Our message told unto the Scots, Their King  
With willing sympathy, levies a Band,  
Ten thousand footmen, whose strange appetites  
Murder, and then devour; and dare gnaw, and suck  
Their enemies' bones. Conducted thence, we saw  
The Pictish Court, and friendly entertained,  
Receive eight thousand, whose most ugly shapes,  
Painted like Bears, and Wolves, and brinded Tigers,  
May kill, and stonify without all weapons.  
More aid they promise, if more need. These forces.  
Lead by Cadallan hither march with speed.  Cassib. 
'tis well, our Kings consent for common good.  
When all are joined, we shall o'erspread the hills,  
And soldiers thicker than the sand on shore,  
Hide all the landing coasts. Ere next day break,  
The rocks shall answer, what the drum doth speak.  Exeunt.  

Act. 2. Scen. 6.  Hulacus. Lantonus. Ministers. Lant. 
That ceremonious fear, which bends the heart  
Of mortal creatures, and displays itself  
In outward signs of true obedience;  
As prayer, kneeling, sacrifice, and Hymns:  
Requires again help from immortal Deities,  
As promise, not as Debt: we laud their names,  
They give us blessings, and forgive our blames.  
Thus gods and men do barter. What in Piety  
Ascends, as much descends again in pity:  
A golden chain reaching from Heaven to Earth.  Hul. 
And now's the time, good Brother, of their aid,  
When dangers, black face frowns upon our state.  
Away, away, ye hearts and tongues profane:  
Without devotion mysteries are vain.  They kneel, elevate hands thrice. Lant. 
Draw near ye heavenly powers,  
Who dwell in Starry bowers.  
And ye who in the deep,  
On mossy pillows sleep.  
And ye who keep the centre,  
Where never light did enter.  
And ye whose habitations,  
Are still among the nations;  
To see, and hear our doings,  
Our births, our wars, our wooings.  
Behold our present grief:  
Belief doth beg relief.  Both going around say. 
By the vervain, and Lunary,  
By Fernseed planetary,  
By the dreadful Mistletoe,  
Which doth on holy Oak grow.  
Draw near, draw near, draw near.  Hul. 
Help us beset with danger,  
And turn away your anger:  
Help us begirt with trouble,  
And now your mercy double:  
Help us oppressed with sorrow,  
And fight for us tomorrow.  
Let fire consume the foeman,  
Let air infect the Roman,  
Let Seas entomb their fury,  
Let gaping earth them bury:  
Let fire and air and water,  
And earth conspire their slaughter.  Both. 
By the vervain, &c.  
Help us, help us, help us.  Lant. 
we'll praise then your great power,  
Each month, each day, each hour:  
And blaze in lasting story,  
Your honour and your glory.  
High altars lost in vapour;  
Young Heifers free from labour;  
White Lambs for suck still crying,  
Shall make your music dying.  
The boys and girls around,  
With honeysuckles crowned:  
The Bards with Harp and rhyming,  
Green bays their brows entwining,  
Sweet tune, and sweeter ditty,  
Shall chant your gracious pity.  Both. 
By the vervain, &c.  
we'll praise, we'll praise, we'll praise.  The image of the Moon, the Shrine opens. Hul. 
Fix, holy Brother, now your prayers on One,  
Britain's chief Patroness; with humble cry,  
Let us invoke the moon's bright Majesty. they kneel.  Lant. 
Thou Queen of Heaven, Commandress of the Deep,  
Lady of Lakes, Regent of Woods and deer,  
A Lamp dispelling irksome night: The source  
Of generable moisture. At whose feet  
With garments blue, and rushy garlands dressed  
Wait twenty thousand Naiades. Thy Crescent  
Brute Elephants adore, and man doth feel  
Thy force run through the Zodiac of his limbs.  
O thou first guide of Brutus to this I'll,  
Drive back these proud usurpers from this I'll.  
Whether the name of Cynthia's silver globe;  
Or chaste Diana with a guilded quiver;  
Or dread Proserpina, stern Dis his spouse;  
Or soft Lucina, called in childbed throws:  
Doth thee delight. Rise with a glorious face,  
Green drops of Nereus trickling down thy cheeks,  
And with bright horns, united in full orb,  
Toss high the Seas, with billows beat the banks,  
Conjure up Neptune, and the Aeolian slaves,  
Contract both Night and Winter in a storm:  
That Romans lose their way, and sooner land  
At sad Avernus, than at Albion's strand.  
So mayst thou shun the dragon's head and tail:  
So may Endymion snort on Latmian bed:  
So may the fair game fall before thy bow:  
Shed light on us, but lightning on our foe.  Hul. 
methinks, a gracious luster spreads her brow:  
And with a nod she ratifies our suit.  Within. Come near, and take this Oracle. Lant. 
Behold, an Oracle flies out from her Shrine:  
Which both the King and State shall see, before  
We dare unfold it. Exeunt.   

Act. 2. Scen. 7.  Brennus' Ghost. Nennius, in night robes. Brenn. 
Follow me.  Nenn. 
Follow? what means that word, who art, Thy will?  Brenn. 
Follow me Nennius.  Nenn. 
He names me: Sure it is some friend which speaks.  
I'll follow thee, though't be through Stygian lakes.  Brenn. 
'tis Ancient Brennus calls, whose victories  
Europe and Asia felt, and still record.  
Dear Nennius, now's the time to steel thy courage.  
Canst thou behold thy Mother captive, then  
Look back upon thy Ancestors enroled  
Among the Worthies, who spread wide her Fame?  
First let thy Eyeballs pour out poisoned beams,  
And kill them with Disdain, who dare but lift  
Their hand against her. No: no Consull must  
Boast of her Thraldom, and outbrave our Walls.  
I wonder that such impudent Owls should gaze  
Against the splendour of our Britain cliffs:  
Play thou a second Brennus, Let thy Lance,  
Like an Herculean club, Two monsters tame,  
Rome's Avarice and Pride; So come Life or Death,  
Let Honour have the Incense of thy Breath. Exit.  Nenn. 
Farewell heroic Soul: Thou shalt not blush,  
At Nennius deeds. The smallest drop of Fame  
Is cheap, If death and dangers may it buy.  
Yet give thy words new vigour to my spirits,  
And spur the Pegasus of my mounting thoughts:  
I'll follow thee, o'er piles of slaughtered foes,  
And knock at Pluto's gate. I come. Come Life or Death,  
Honour, To thee I consecrate my Breath. Exit.  Caesar. Camillus' Ghost following. Cam. 
julius, stay here: Thy friend Camillus speaks.  Caes. 
O thou Preserver of our present Race,  
Our City's Second founder! What dire fate  
Troubles Thy Rest, that thou shouldst trouble Mine?  Cam. 
Only to bid thee fight.  Caes. 
Thou shalt not need.  Cam. 
And bid thee take a full Revenge on this,  
This Nation, which did sack and burn down Rome,  
Quenching the coals with blood, and kicked Our ashes,  
Trampling upon the ruins of our state.  
Then led the Gaules in triumph thorough Greece,  
To fix their Tents beside Euxinus' gulf.  Caes. 
Is this that Northern rout, the Scourge of kingdoms?  
Whose names till now unknown, We judged Gaules;  
Their Tongue and Manners not unlike.  Cam. 
Gaules were indeed the Bulk, but Brennus lead  
Then Brother to the Britain King, those armies,  
Backed with great troops of warlike islanders.  
To thee belongs, To render Bad for Ill:  
O be my Spirit doubled in thy breast,  
With all the Courage of three Scipioes,  
Marius, and Sulla: That this nation fierce  
In feats of war, be forced to bear our Yoke. Exit.  Caes. 
So mayst thou sweetly rest, as I shall strive  
To trace your steps: Nor let me live, If I  
Thence disappointed ever seem to fly, Exit.   

Act. 2. Scen. 8.  Chorus. 

1. Song.  

Ancient Bards have sung,  
With lips dropping honey,  
And a sugared tongue,  
Of our worthy Knights.  
How Brute did Giants tame,  
And by Isis' current,  
A second Troy did frame;  
A Centre of Delights.   

Locrinus eldest son  
Did drown the furious hun,  
But burned himself with Elstrid's love,  
Leist, Rex Pacificus.  
Elud, judicious,  
How heavenly Bodies roll above.   

Wise Bladud founded hath,  
Both Soul and Body's Bath:  
Like Icarus he flew.  
How first Mulmutius wears  
A golden crown: whose heirs  
More than half the World subdue.    

2. Song.  

Thou nurse of Champions, O thou Spring  
Whence Chivalry did flow:  
Thou Diamond of the world's great Ring,  
Thy glorious virtue show:  
Thou many a Lord hast bred,  
In Catalogue of Fame read:  
And still we have  
As Captains Brave,  
As ever Britain's led.  
Then dub-a-dub, dub. The Armies join, Tantara.   

Cassibelane with armour gay,  
And strongly couched lance:  
His courser white turned into bay,  
On carcasses shall prance.  
What a crimson stream, the Blade  
Of Nennius' sword hath made.  
Black Allia's day,  
And Cannae's Fray,  
Have for a Third long stayed.  
Then dub-a-dub, dub. The Armies join, Tantara.      

Act. 3.  

Scen. 1.  Noise of Ships landing, and the battle within. Caesar. Volusene. Laberius. Atrius. Ensign, Drums, Flag. Caes. 
Our Landing cost us dearly, many lives  
Between the ships and shore being sacrificed.  
Our men with heavy armour clogged, and ignorant  
Of all the flats, and shallows, were compelled  
To wade and fight, like Tritons half above,  
Half under water. Now we surer tread,  
Though much diminished by so many lost.  
Come on. Come on. They march, and go out.  Cassibelane. Cridous, Britael, Guerted. The four Kings of Kent. Nennius. Androgeus. Themantius. Eulinus. Hirildas. Belinus. Rollano. Ensigns. Drum. A March. Cassib. 
So, let them land. No matter which they choose  
Fishes or Crows to be Executers:  
They'll find the Land as dangerous as the Sea.  
The Nature of our Soil won't bear a Roman,  
As Irish earth doth poison poisonous beasts.  
On then: charge close, before they gather head.  Nenn. 
Brother, Advance. On this side, I'll lead up  
The new-come Succours of the Scots and Picts.  They march, and go out. Caesar, &c. Caes. 
What, still fresh Supplies come thronging from their dens?  
The nest of Hornets is awake: I think  
here's Nature's Shop: Here men are made, not borne,  
Nor stay nine tedious months, But in a trice  
Sprout up like mushrooms at Wars thunderclap.  
We must make out a way. Exeunt.  Rollano, armed, cap a pea. Roll. 
Since I must fight, I am prepared to fight:  
And much inflamed, with noise of Trump and Drum:  
methinks I am turned Lion, and durst meet  
Ten Caesars. Where are all these Covetous rogues?  
Who spoil the rich for gain, and kill the poor  
For glory? Blood suckers, and public Robbers.  Laber. enters. Rollano retires afraid; but being gone out, goes forward. Roll. 
Nay stay, and brag, Rollano did thee kill:  
Stay, let me flesh my sword, and wear thy spoils.  Laber. reenters with an Ensign. Laber. 
Come. Will ye forsake your Ensign, and fall off?  
I call to witness all the gods, I here  
Perform my duty. Thou canst not scape.  Rollano would fly, fights, falls as wounded. 
Now die, or yield thyself.  Roll. 
I yield, I yield, Oh save my life, I yield.  
I am no Britain, but by chance come hither:  
I'll never more lift weapon in their quarrel.  Laber. 
How may I trust your faith?  Roll. 
Command me any thing.  Lab. 
Lay down your neck.  Treads on it. 
Give up your sword. Beates him with it.  
Base coward live: Such foes will ne'er do hurt. exit. Laber.  Enter Eulinus, Androgeus, Belinus, with bloody swords. Eul. 
Rollano, what at stand? pursue the chase.  Roll. 
I made their strongest Captain fly: This hand,  
This martial hand, I say, did make him fly.  Eul. 
Some silly scout.  Roll. 
He was a match for Cyclops, at each step  
The ground danced, and his nostrils blew the dust:  
Armed as the God of Battle pictured is.  Eul. 
What were his looks?  Roll. 
His brows were like a stormy winter night,  
When juno scolding, and Mars malcontent  
Disturb the air: At each look lightning flies,  
jove 'gainst the Giants needed but his eyes.  Eul. 
How eloquent is fear!  Roll. 
So came he stalking with a Beam-like spear,  
I gave the onset, then received his charge,  
And next blow cleft his morrian: So he flies.  Eul. 
O bravely done. Here comes a straggling soldier. enter Lab.  Roll. 
'tis he, 'tis he. I care not for vain glory:  
It's sweeter live, than dead to be a story, runs away.  Eul. 
O valiant coward, stay. There's not a spark  
Of Britain Spirit doth enlive thy corpse. Exeunt.   

Act. 3. Scen. 2.  Nennius, pursuing. Nenn. 
Fight Britain's, fight. The day is ours. I'm cloyed  
And glutted even with slaughter. There some fly,  
And flying die, and dying mangled lie.  
I twice broke through the ranks, yet cannot find  
That venturous Captain Caesar, on whose breast  
I long to try my blade, and prick that bladder  
Puffed with ambition, and victorious fight.  Caesar enters. Caes. 
We may confess, they come of Trojan kind,  
An hundred valiant Hectors hear we find.  Nenn. 
Fairly encountered, let our blades discuss  
Who hath the justest cause: And on this combat  
May victory her equal Balance hang.  Caes. 
Thou seem'st a worthy Prince, and Caesar's match.  They fight, wounds Nennius in the head, who staggers, fights, and recovers Caesar's sword fall'n, and puts him to flight. Nenn. 
Stay, stay. Thou art at home: here's Campus Martius.  
The Britain's sought-for see thy frighted back:  
Return, and take possession of our I'll,  
And by thy death be styled Britannicus.  
Leave not thy blade unsheathed: A tyrant's heart  
To his own sword a scabbard should impart.  
Ye Senators, and gaily-gowned Quirites,  
Open the Capitols ivory gates, and lead  
Fat bulls with garlands green, and guilded horns:  
Let supplications last for twice ten days:  
Caesar returns a victor.  
Prepare the laureate Coach, and snow-white steeds,  
Embroidered Canopy, and scarlet gowns:  
Let Altars smoke, and Tholes expect our spoils:  
Caesar returns in Triumph.— Basely flies,  
And leaves his conquest in weak infancy.  
For had he won this coast, yet many blows  
Must pass, ere he could pass the Thames; And then  
Ere he touch Humber, many nations must  
Be tamed: And then before he Tweed can drink,  
And climb the craggy rocks of Caledon:  
A Life is spent: yea, many thousand lives.  
Oh my wound rages, and tormented brain  
Doth labour of a Fury, not a Pallas.  
This Blade was steeped in poison: O, I am poisoned:  
Well didst thou fly, or I had made thee taste  
Thine own provision. Now my wrath and pain,  
With double force shall flow in purple streams.  
The three infernal Ladies with wire-whips,  
And speckled snakes, shall lackey close my steps;  
Whilst that I offer Hecatombs of men  
The Latian Shepherd's brood shall ban those stars,  
Whose glimmering Sparks lead their audacious Pines,  
To lie so far from home in foreign soil.  
When Cedars fall, whole woods are crushed: nor die,  
Can Nennius private without company.  Enter Laberius. 
Thou run'st upon thy death.  Lab. 
A Roman never daunted was with looks;  
Else had not Sarmatane, and Lybian bugbears  
been captive led in chains.  Nenn. 
But our looks kill. Fight: Laber. falls.  
Die Slave, by Caesar's sword. Thou art his friend.  
Die, as the Ransom of his greater ghost:  
And learn as well as I, how venom smarts.  
Be thou my Post to the Tartarian Prince,  
And tell him, Nennius comes: But first, I'll send  
More of you headlong home, a nearer way,  
Then by the cloudy Alps. Exit.  A retreat sounded.  

Act. 3. Scen. 3.  Cassibelane. Belinus. Lantonus. Cassi. 
Now hot Alarms die in fainter notes:  
Tempestuous night is gone: Victorious joy,  
(As when pale Eos cleaves the Eastern fogs,  
And blushing more and more opes half her eye,  
With holy water sprinkling all the meads,  
Whose clear Reflex serves as her Morning glass:)  
Doth paint with gaudy plumes the chequered sky.  
The only Name of Victory sounds sweeter,  
Than all mellifluous Rhetoric.  Lant. 
Thanks to Andates, whose power kingdoms feel:  
Andates, greatest goddess: In whose train,  
Fear, red-faced anger, and confusion's wheel,  
Murder, and Desolation run before:  
But joyful shouts, mirth, Olive-budding Peace,  
And Laurel-crowned triumph, at her back,  
Do pace with stately steps. Thy Temple is,  
The Earth: where furious Monarchs play the Priests:  
Armies of men imbrue thy Altar stones.  
Thanks also to the Trident-shaker's Mace,  
Drawn by two ramping Sea-horses: at whose Beck,  
The water's wrinkled frown, or smoothly smile.  
But thou heaven's Diamond, fair Phoebus' Sister,  
Nor Delian Dames, nor the Ephesian Towers,  
Shall blazon more thy Praise. Thy influence strong  
Struck up the sandy oozes; that madding waves  
Battered their ships, and dashed their bended sails,  
And with a tempest turned them round in scorn.  Cassib. 
But where's the Answer which her Idol gave:  
Can you expound the sense?  Lant. 
Dread Sovereign, Thus runs the Oracle:  
Loud doth the King of Beasts roar,  
High doth the Queen of Birds soar:  
But her wings clipped soon grow out:  
Both repent they are so stout.  
Till C. 'gainst C. strike a round,  
In a perfect Circle bound.  
The meaning wrapped up in cross doubtful terms,  
Lies yet thus open: That disastrous fate  
Must be the Prologue to a joyful close.  
The rest we'll search out, if our skill don't fail.  Belin. 
Renowned Cassibelane, might my counsel speak!  Cassib. 
I know thy loyal heart, and prudent head,  
Upon whose hairs Time's child experience hangs  
A milk-white badge of wisdom: And canst wield  
Thy tongue in Senate, and thy hands in field.  
Speak free, Belinus.  Bel. 
We forfeit fame, and smother victory  
By idle lingering: The Foe discomfited  
Must needs be much amazed: His Ships dismembered  
Do piecemeal float upon the waves: The Horse,  
Whose succour he expects, are beaten back  
By friendly winds: His Camp contracted is,  
A tithe of soldiers left, the rest all slain:  
His chief munition spent, or lost: provision,  
An Army's soul, but what we give, he wants.  
What then shall hinder to destroy their name?  
So none again shall venture, but our I'll  
Rounded with Nereus' girdle may enjoy  
Eternal peace.  Cassib. 
I like thy warning: with united stroke  
Of all our Nations, we'll his Camp beleaguer,  
Devouring ships and men. But one mischance,  
My Brother's wound, his mortal wound I fear,  
Turns all to wormwood. Why were ye dumb ye Idols!  
No Sainted Statue did foretell this grief.  
Come let's go visit him. You may, Lord General,  
Set Comius free: We love not to insult,  
But render good for ill. Exeunt.   

Act. 3. Scen. 4.  Caesar, Volusene, &c. Caes. 
Heaven, Sea, and Wind, and all the Elements,  
Conspire to work us harm. Our Ships in Gaul  
Wind-bound, at length put forth, and come in view  
Are tossed, and torn: Our Navy on the shore  
With civil discord break each others planks.  
The airy Rulers are displeased, all day  
Noises and nimble flashes mixed with rain  
Amaze our soldiers.  
To make grief full, my daughter's death I hear.  
When, powerful Fortune, will thy anger cease?  
Never till now did Caesar fortune fear.  
Mount Palatine, thou Throne of jove, and ye  
Whose lesser Turrets pinnacle Rome's head:  
Are all your Deities fled? or was I bold,  
To outgo Nature, and our Empire stretch  
Beyond her limits? Pardon then my fault.  
Or do we basely faint? Or is our might  
Answered with like, since Troy 'gainst Troy doth fight?  
Nor can I write now, I came over, and  
I overcame: Such foes deny such haste.  Volus. 
The islanders consult, and sure intend  
Some sudden stratagem. And now the scales  
poise equal day and night, when rougher Seas,  
And stormy Pleiads may our passage stop.  Caes. 
Then Sirs, to ship: Compelled I leave this land:  
But to return, if gods do not withstand, Exeunt.   

Act. 3. Scen. 5.  Cassibelane, Belinus, Lantonus. Nennius in a chair. Nenn. 
We won the day: and all our foes are fled?  Bel. 
Yes noble Nennius, scattered on the shore  
Thick lay the Latins, and the glutted stream  
Spews up her dead, whom death hath taught to swim,  
Though ignorant alive: Their flowing blood  
Made a new Red Sea. But those few we lost,  
Sweetly reposed upon their mother's breast,  
And wounded all before, kept in their face  
A warlike frown.  Nenn. 
Where is false Caesar's sword, called Crocea Mors,  
Which never hurt, but killed: Let it be placed  
Within my tomb.  Bel. 
Here is the fatal Blade.  Nenn. 
Death like a Parthian flies, and flying kills:  
In midst of Conquest came my deadly wound.  
Accursed weapon, more accursed man,  
Who Serpent-like in poison baths his sting:  
Tiber doth breed as venomous beasts as Nile:  
We scorn such cruel craft. But death draws near,  
A giddy horror seizeth on my brain.  
Dear Brother, and thou holy Priest of Heaven,  
Witness my words; I leave my Country free,  
And die a victor. Thus, with lighter wing  
My purified soul mounts to her First-best Cause.  
I long even to behold those glorious Cloisters,  
Where Brutus, great Dunwallo, and his sons,  
Thrice noble Spirits walk.  
Thou mighty Engineer of this wondrous Globe,  
Protect this I'll, confound all foreign plots:  
Grant Thames and Tiber never join their channels;  
But may a natural hate derived from us  
Live still in our long-trailed progeny.  
(My eyes do swim in death.)  
Before this land shall wear the Roman yoke;  
Let first the adamantine axle crack,  
Which binds the Ball terrestrial to her poles,  
And dash the empty air; Let Planets drop  
Their scalding jelly, and all flame being spent,  
Entomb the world in everlasting smoke.  
Come faster, Death: I can behold thy grim,  
And ugly jaws with quiet mind: Now, now:  
I hear sweet music; and my spirit flies. he dies.  Cassi. 
His breath is gone: who was his country's prop,  
And my right hand. Now only doth he crave,  
To see him laid with honour in the grave.   

Act. 3. Scen. 6.  Eulinus, Hirildas. Eul. 
A mind content, Oh, 'tis a mind of pearl,  
A Mint of golden thoughts, A Heaven on Earth!  
When eager longer meet full-but their scope,  
And hopes are actuated beyond hope.  
So jason joyed, the golden Fleet obtained:  
So Hercules joyed, the golden fruit being gained:  
So Venus joyed, the golden Ball to hold:  
So Midas joyed, when he turned all to gold.  
So, and much more rejoiced, the Phrygian swain,  
When he conveyed the fairest (except mine)  
Which air did ever kiss: His brazen keel  
Proud of her burden, sliced the capering brine:  
The Tritons blew their horns, and Seagods dance,  
Before, behind, about his Ship they prance:  
The mermaids skip on high, but to compare  
Their dangling tresses with her silken hair.  
These were but shadows of my bliss. A robe  
Of pure beatitude wraps me round about,  
Without a speck, or blemish: nor can Invention  
Wish more unto me, than I have, Landora.  
I'm rich, free, learned, honoured, all; in this.  
Who dares conceive against the Female sex,  
But one base thought? Lo here I stand, their Champion,  
And will maintain, He is a beast, a devil,  
Begot between a Bitch-wolf, and an Incubus.  
Women, all good, all perfect, and all gracious,  
Men-making creatures, Angels clad in flesh;  
Let me adore your Name.  Hiril. 
— And let me speak.  
Why: Landora loves not you, but me in you.  Eul. 
But I in you enjoy Landora's love.  Hir. 
But she enjoys not your love, cause unknown.  Eul. 
No matter; I in you, or you in me:  
So that I still possess my Dearest dear.  
A paltry fancy last night in her bed  
Turmoiled my thoughts, which since I shaped in Rhymes. Thus.  Hir. 
Prithee let's hear: I know thou art turned Poet.  The Dream. 
Night having drawn the Curtain, down I lie  
By one, for worse Saturnius left the sky.  
Slumbering at last: For love can hardly sleep:  
Straightways I dreamed: For love doth revels keep.  
A Damsel fair, and fashioned for delight,  
(Our day-born objects do return at night)  
With flowery chaplet, and red velvet gown,  
Which from her breast was fastened along down  
With rich enamelled locks, all which one key,  
Whose bright gold 'bout her silver neck did play,  
Could open and divorce. A veil most fair,  
(Such whiteness only Paphian doves do wear)  
With false light did her beauteous Front improve;  
From this Arch Cupid shot his darts of Love.  
With gentle strain she took me by the hand,  
(Touches in love do more than tongue's command)  
Then leads me with an amorous smile along:  
he's easily led, whom beauty draws, more strong  
Than Cable-ropes. An Altar we descry,  
Where Incense-frank, and Amber fumes did fly,  
In little rolling curls: A reverend Priest,  
With snowy beard waving upon his breast,  
There kneeling did his eyes in sorrow steep:  
Whose passionate cry made me, though ignorant, weep.  
Phlegon's hot breath no sooner licks up dew,  
Than joy had dried those tears: For lo I view  
A circular room, all built with marble clear,  
The title, Nature's Storehouse. Most strange here  
It seemed: I know not how we came, nor whence,  
Nor any passage saw to get from thence.  
But Oh the rich delight, and glorious fire  
Which dazzled me: No heart can more desire.  
Her first my guide opened her spice-breathing door,  
Ask what thou wilt, this is the Ark of store,  
No vows are here repulsed, she said. But I  
Surprised with extreme joy and ecstasy,  
By chance a Scorpion's tail behind her spied:  
Pity, such beauty such a monster hide.  
Trembling, yet silent, doubtful what to crave:  
Lo, with a stink and fearful screech this brave  
And glorious Dame doth vanish, and a dart,  
Which still I quake at, struck me to the heart.  
But waking I revived, and found in bed,  
Such Sovereign Balm, would cure old Peleus dead.  Hir. 
Ha, ha. Your tedious dream hath made me drowsy.  
But hark, we must attend the Funeral pomp.   

Act. 3. Scen. 7.  The Funeral passes over the Stage. Nennius' Scutcheon, armour Caesar's sword borne. Torches, Mourners. Cassib. 
Set down that heavy load with heavier hearts.  
Could virtuous valour, honourable thoughts,  
A noble scorn of Fortune, pride, and death;  
Myriads of vows and prayers sent to heaven,  
Could country's jove, or Britain's Genius save  
A mortal man from sleeping in his grave:  
Then hadst thou lived great Nennius, and outlived  
The smooth-tongued Greek. But we may more envy,  
And less bewail thy loss, since thou didst fall  
On honours lofty Field-bed, on which Stage  
Never did Worthy act a statelier part.  
Nor durst pale death approach with Cypress sad,  
Till flourishing Bay thy conquering temples clad.  A Funeral Elegy sung to the Harp. 

Turnus may conceal his Name,  
Nennius had Aeneas fame.  
Hannibal let Afrique smother,  
Nennius was great Scipio's brother.  
Greece forbear Achilles' story,  
Nennius had brave Hector's glory.   

Thrush and Nightingale be dumb:  
Sorrowful songs befit a Tomb.  
Turn ye marble stones to water:  
Isis Nymphs forswear all laughter:  
Sigh and sob upon your bed:  
Belies noble Son is dead.   A Banquet served over the stage. Rollano with a leg of a Capon, and a tankard of wine. Roll. 
I like such slaughtering well, of birds and beasts;  
Which wear no swords, nor shake a fatal pike:  
When hogsheads bleed, and Oxen mangled lie.  
O what a world of victuals is prepared  
For sacrifice and feasting. forty thousand  
Fat bullocks: than the Parks and Forests send  
Full thirty thousand wild beasts, armed with horns,  
And dangerous teeth: The main battalion  
Consists of Sheep, an hundred thousand fat:  
The wings are both supplied with birds, and fowls,  
Sans number: And some fish for succours serve.  
A goodly Army. Troynovant doth smoke,  
And smells all like a kitchen. The King, Princes,  
And Nobles of the land a Triumph hold.  
Music, and songs, good cheer, and wine; and wine,  
And songs and Music, and good cheer. High, brave.  
No more shall barley broth pollute my throat,  
But Nectar, Nectar of the grapes sweet blood:  
Come heavenly Potion, wine: whose gentle warmth  
Softens the brain, unlocks the silent tongue,  
wit's Midwife, and our spirits vestal Priest  
Keeping alive the natural heat. A health,  
A health (to make short work) to all the world:  
So will it sure go round. steals behind.  The Triumphs. Cassibelane. 4 Kings of Kent. 3 Kings, Cridous, Britael, Guerted, Androg. Themant. Hirild. Eulin. Belin. take places. Cassib. 

Sorrow must doff her sable sable weeds, and joy  
Furbish the Court with fresh and vernant colours:  
Else should we seem ungrateful to the gods.  
Triumphs must thrust out Obsequies: And Tilt  
With tourney, and our ancient sport called Troy,  
Such as julus 'bout his grandsire's tomb  
Did represent. And at each Temple's porch  
Games, songs, and holy murdering of beasts. they sit down.   A dancing Mask of six enters. Then the Epinicion sung by two Bards. 

The Roman Eagle threatening woe,  
The Sea did shadow with her wing:  
But our Goose quills did prick her so,  
That from the clouds they down her bring.  
Both. Sing then ye Hills and Dales so so clear:  
That Io Paean all may hear.   

They may us call Isles Fortunate;  
They sought for life here, not for Fame.  
All, yield to them, they to our State:  
The world knows but our Double Name.  
Both. Sing then ye Streams and Woods so so clear:  
That Io Paean all may hear.   Androgeus, and Themantius, play at foils. Then Hirildas and Eulinus play. Eul. 
'twas foully played.  Hir. 
You lie, 'twas fairly hit.  Eul. 
I'll give a quittance.  Hir. 
Do your worst, vain braggart.  They take swords. Fight. Hirildas slain. 
Oh, I am slain.  Cassi. 
Hold, hold: my Nephew's slain before my face.  
Life shall be paid with Life.  Andr. 
He shall not die.  Cassi. 
Shall not? Your King and Uncle says, He shall.  Eul. 
No kingly menace, or censorious frown,  
Do I regard. Tanti, for all your power.  
But the compunction of my guilt doth send  
A shuddering chillness through my veins inflamed:  
Why do ye stare, ye grisly powers of night?  
There, there, His soul goes: I must follow him.  Offers to kill himself: is hinderd. Andr. 
He was provoked and did it in defence:  
And being My kinsman shall be judged by laws  
Of Troynovant: Such custom claims our Court.  Cass. 
No custom shall bar justice: I command  
That he appear before us.  And. 
Trials are vain, when Passion sits as judge.  Cass. 
I'll soon rebate this Insolent disdain.  Exeunt Androg. Them. Eul. 
Let not this dismal chance deface our joy:  
Most royal Friends.  Crid. 
War being silenced, and Enyo's rage  
In hell fast fettered: Sound we now retreat,  
That soldiers may regreet their household gods.  
Their children cling about their armed thighs.  Brit. 
And place their Trophies 'bout their smoky halls;  
There hang a Gauntlet bright, here a stabbed Buckler,  
Pile up long piles, and in that corner plant  
A weighty sword, brandished by some Centuríon.  
Not he, who ne'er on snaky perils trod,  
But happy He, who hath them stoutly passed:  
For danger's sauce gives joy a better taste.  Guert. 
Great Monarch, if thy Summons call us back,  
We tender here our Service, Men, and Arms:  
As duty bids, and binds.  Cassib. 
Should he return: Our Province dares him front.  
So a most kind adieu unto all three.  Exeunt Crid. Brit. Guert. Cingeterix, Carvilius, Taximagubis, Segonax: 
I know your faithful love, Kent's fourfold Head,  
Will check rash Rebels, and as firmly stand  
As hearty Oaks, who bear off Aeolus' blows,  
And with a whistle but deride his force.  Exeunt four Kings of Kent. 
Burst gall, and die my actions in flame-colour:  
I saw Hirildas fall, and breathe his soul  
Even in my face. As though hell watched a time,  
To crush our pomp, and glory into sighs.  
The conduits of his vital spring being ripped,  
Spurtle'd my robes, soliciting Revenge. Belinus,  
Attach the Murderer, and if abettors  
Deny obedience, then with sword and fire  
Wast their Dominions. For a traitor's sake,  
Whole towns shall tremble, and the ground shall quake. Exeunt.   

Act. 3. Scen. 8.  Androgeus. Themantius. Mandubrace. Andr. 
Shall justice, and just Libra near forsake  
The embroidered Belt? No sign of them on earth?  
Are Gods dim-sighted grown, or do they sleep  
The morning, and carouse the afternoon?  
That mortal motions tumble thus by chance:  
Cleave thou blue Marble ceiling, that heaven's King  
With clearer aim may strike a tyrant's crown,  
Nor spend his brimstone bullets 'gainst some hill,  
Or innocent Pine.  Mandub. 
Your injuries run low; Mine break all bounds.  
My Father butchered at his lawless will:  
I banished from my lands, deposed from rule,  
Owing my Life to night and flight.  Them. 
I do confess, You may complain aloud,  
And tear the Element with a dolorous note:  
Call down Astraea from her crystal chair,  
Or call up Nemesis from the direful deep,  
To expiate your wrongs.  
Else would the Manes of your father slain,  
In a white sheet come sliding to your Bed:  
And be revenged on you. He gave you life;  
How can you better spend it, than to wreak  
His death and slaughter? But our case and Cause,  
Brother, is not the same: Eulinus slew  
His innocent friend; And we defend the fact;  
With hostile noise drowning law's reverent voice:  
But Murder outcries Both. Give me then leave  
To be a Neutral: My young years unfit  
For any desperate course, can but complain:  
The King our Uncle doth not use us well. Exit.  Andr. 
usurpers use this method still: At first  
He as Protector slily got the stern,  
During our nonage: Then the Commons voice,  
Bought with a fawning brow, and popular grace,  
Confirms his Regiment: we appointed shares,  
With empty titles to beguile our thoughts,  
Like puppet-Lords, dressed up with crown and scarf,  
Glad that we live, and hunt, and reign over brutes.  
Our Uncle is the King. So when he saw,  
His throne established, and his foes repulsed,  
Grown big with prosperous fortune, proudly spurns  
All fear of God or man.  Mand. 
His anger nursed by jealousy's must feed  
On PRINCE's flesh, who lose both state and life,  
If they but look awry. A tyrant's growth  
Reared up by Ruins, thence may learn his fall:  
For whom all fear, He justly feareth all.  Andr. 
In Antiphones thus tune we female plaints:  
But plots and force beseem us. Thus. Great Caesar  
Shall pull him down below us. Thou Mandubrace,  
Sure pledges take of our revolt, and quickly  
Implore his aid: blow up his drooping fire  
With hopeful terms. But let him stronger come.  Mand. 
I fly unseen, as charmers in a mist.  
Grateful Revenge, whose sharp-sweet relish fats  
My apprehensive Soul. Though all were pared of,  
Which doth accrue from Fortune, and a man left  
As barely poor, as Nature thrust him out:  
Nay worse, though spirits boil, rage, anger, care,  
And grief like wild-horse tear the affrighted mind:  
Though wrongs excoriate the heart: yet all is sweetened,  
If vengeance have her course. I wreak not how;  
Let Commonwealth expire, and owls proclaim  
Sad desolation in our Halls; Let heaps  
Of dust and rubbage Epitaph our towns;  
Let fire and water fight, who first shall spoil  
This universal frame. From North, or South,  
Revenge, thouart welcome. No sin worse than pity:  
A tyrant's only physic is Phlebotomy. Exeunt.   

Act. 3. Scen. 9. Chorus.  

1. Song.  

Rejoice O brittany,  
Britain O rejoice:  
The stormy cloud passed over,  
And only made a noise.  
A clattering sound was heard;  
And still we felt no wound:  
Rejoice; Rejoice:  
Thou happy Britain ground.   

O that sweet plenidh,  
Eloquent Orone,  
Were now to chant our victories,  
With a melodious tone:  
And rousing Echo from the dales,  
With harmony to sound:  
Rejoice; Rejoice:  
Thou happy Britain ground.    

2. Song.  

Gang ye lads and lasses,  
Sa wimble and sa wight:  
Fewle mickle teen betide ye,  
If ye lig in this plight.  
be bonny, buxom, jolly.  
Trip haydegues believe:  
And give night gars the welkin merk  
Tom piper do you believe.   

Hidder, eke and shidder,  
With spiced sow ycrammed;  
Sa that uneath thilk barrels  
May well x go, x stand:  
As lief as life do weet it,  
When timbarins gin sound;  
Fore harvest gil pranked up in lathe,  
To lout it low around.      

Act. 4.  

Scen. 1.  Caesar, Volusene, Attendants. Caes. 
A Story is't, or fable; That stern Mars,  
Thy weight did Romulus sleepy mother press?  
Since we thy Brood degenerous, stand at gaze,  
Charmed in the circle of a foaming flood,  
And trail our dastard pikes? Burst janus' prison,  
Roar as thou didst at Troy, drown Stentours voice  
By many eights, which Pindus may re-beat,  
Which Caucasus may as a Catch repeat,  
And Taurus lough the fame: That Pigmies small  
May squeak, It thunders, and dive into burroughs.  
Let the four winds with dreadful clamour sing  
Thy anger through the affrighted world.  
What Lemnian chain shackles our mounting Eagle?  
The moon's round Concave is too straight a cage  
For her advanced Pinions.  Enter Mandubrace wounded and bloody, with Androg. young son. Mane. 
If pity can have room in angry breast,  
Favour a Britain Prince, his Father slain,  
His regiment bereft, his dearest blood  
Drawn by the sword of false Cassibelane.  
Having got Crown, he then struck at my head:  
Nor can I safely suck my native air.  
His Coosse Androgeus also, and whole regions  
In open war withstand his violence.  
Lo, Albion's aged arms spread wide t'enchain  
Thee as her Patron, in a true-Love knot.  
Wherefore dread Caesar, let thy mercy strike  
Revengeful fire; and be justly styled, kneels.  
Tamer of Tyrants. Then fame blows aloud,  
When valour helps the weak, pulls down the proud.  Caes. 
Arise unhappy Prince, our deeds shall show,  
We grant thy suit. To Volusene.  
Fortune repents at last;  
The Moon is changed, the Globe doth to us turn  
Her shining cheek, and woes us with a smile.  
But what firm signs of Faith, what faithful aid,  
What furtherance can you give at our arrival?  Mand. 
See here Androgeus' heir, whose tender age  
His Father venters, and makes bold with nature,  
To pledge his Darling. He and thirty more  
Of noble lineage shall assure our faith:  
Besides I pawn my life.  Caes. 
Enough. I'll once more cross the Seas,  
For your good, more than mine; That happier sky  
May bless your Towns with peace, your fields with plenty;  
Perpetual spring in gay perfumed attire,  
Surname your I'll, the Garden of the West.  Mand. 
Thanks, gracious Caesar, for this kind acceptance,  
My knee doth kiss the ground, my lip your knee.  
Pardon ye gods, if any haunt our land,  
Ye Nymphs, and Lares, Fawns, and sylvans wild;  
That thus I bring a stranger on our coasts,  
Whose foreign shape and language, may affright  
Our lazy clowns, and on my country's back  
Once tread victorious steps: Be pleased to view,  
Wrongs now redressed, neglected first by you.  Caes. 
Now Volusene:  
Our glorious state, like the noon-pointed Sun,  
When he bestrides the lion's flaming fleece,  
Doth North-west roll his burning brand, whose fire  
The Ocean's blue lake cannot stop, but flies  
With brighter blaze to thaw the frozen Isles.  
But how proceeds our preparation?  Volus. 
Many strong Ships are built, five Legions armed  
Ready to launch.  Caes. 
Blow gently Africus,  
Play on our poops: When Hyperion's Son  
Shall couch in West his foam-bedappled jades;  
we'll rise to run our course. Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scen. 2. Eulinus.  Eul. 
Though Orpheus' Harp, Arion's Lute, the Chimes  
Whose silver sound did Theban towers raise:  
Though sweet Urania with her ten-string Lyre,  
Unto whose stroke the daily-rolling spheres  
Dance their just measures; Should with tune and tone  
Tickle my eare-bred air: Yet can their notes  
Those fabulous stones more enter, than my Soul.  
Lead, poppy, Slumber stupefy my heart:  
But Bedlam grief acts gambols in my brain.  
The Centaur's Wheel, Prometheus hawk, The Vulture  
Of Tityus, Sisyphus never mossy stone,  
The tale of danaid's tub, and Tantalus gaping,  
Are but flea-bitings to my Smart: I've slain  
A kinsman: more, A friend I dearly loved:  
Nay more, no cause provoking, but in rash  
And hellish choler.  
I had thought my Love had cannon-proof been 'gainst  
A world of injuries: when see, all is split  
By a small wind. Cursed be thou my Sword,  
The Instrument of Fury: Cursed hand,  
Which mad'st the thrust: But most accursed Part,  
Whose ruddy flesh triangular boiled in flame,  
Like an Aetnean, or Vesuvian Salamander.  
That Breast, I so could hug, that faithful breast,  
That snowy white, I with dark sanguine stained;  
And from the wounds red lips, his panting heart  
Did seem to speak, Is this a friendly deed?  
O no, Hirildas: Bears can harmless play,  
lions can dally, and sheath up their claws:  
I only, worst of brutes, kill friends in jest.  
Why dost Androgeus kindly-cruel keep  
Me from their Sentence? Say, Law bids me die:  
If Law should not, I'll make that Law myself.  
Shall Ensigns be displayed, and Nations rage  
About so vild a wretch? Shall foreign hooves  
Kick up our trembling dust, and must a Caesar  
Redeem my folly with a kingdom's fall?  
First may I stop black Cerberus triple jaws.  
Die, Die, thou hast outlived thyself. Thou only,  
Phoenix of females, still dost bind and bound  
My runagate spirit in these walls of mud:  
From thee, and For thee 'tis, I breathe. Yet how  
Borrow can I his Shape, or use mine own?  
Odious before, now worse than hellborn goblin  
With brand and chains, to scare this Dove all quaking  
Twixt wrath and fear. But Time may favour win:  
When Hope doth fail, then Knife or Rope begin. Exit.   

Act. 4. Scen. 3.  Cassib. Belin. Rollano. Cass. 
Wisdom confirm my Sense: what seemed their number?  Roll. 
Rising from shore Conjecture might descry  
A thousand Ships with painted prowess, to pave  
The briny fields of Neptune, their broad sails  
Did Nereus' canopy, Titan's taper veil.  
As nations twenty nine 'gainst Troy built up  
A floating Delos of a thousand Ships,  
To plough the liquid glass: No frame of Pallas,  
No crafty Sinon; but Those wooden horse  
Did Troy destroy: So Troynovant shall feel  
Her Mother's Fate: Achilles comes again:  
And Pergamus again shall sink in dust:  
They threaten. Exit.  Cass. 
Wonder! What can their arsenals spawn so fast?  
Last year his Barks and Galleys were debauched;  
This spring they sprout again: Belike their Navy  
Like the Lernaean adder faster grows,  
The more 'tis pruned. They come their last. Lord Deputy,  
Lead on the present troops, and levy new.  
'twere best I think to let Him land, least view  
Of his huge Navy should our Commons fright:  
Retire ourselves to some place of advantage,  
Entice him from his ships: So cut the veins  
Which nourish both: Enclosed he cannot scape.  Bel. 
I rather judge, We should oppose his footing,  
Using the benefit of our natural mound.  Cass. 
Uncertain 'tis, where, when, he makes inroad:  
To furnish all, unlikely: to neglect  
Any, were dangerous, as Pelides heel.  
Our shores are large, and level: Then t'attend  
His time and leisure, would exhaust the state,  
Weary our soldiers.  Bel. 
All places may be strengthened more, or less:  
As by last year, Discretion now may guess.  
The Cliffs themselves are Bulwarks strong: The Shelves  
And Flats refuse great ships, the coast so open,  
That every stormy blast may rend their cables,  
Put them from anchor: Suffering double war,  
Their men, pitched battle; and ships, naval fight.  
For charges, 'tis no season to dispute:  
Spend something, or lose all: Shall he maintain  
A fleet to enthrall us, we detract small costs,  
When freedom, life, and kingdom lie at stake?  Cass. 
But the Assailants are the flower of Italy  
Backed with four hundred gallic horse, all tried  
And gallant troops, joined in one martial body,  
To give a fuller stroke; When we Defendants  
Scattered along, can weak resistance make:  
Plainness of ground affording us no shelter.  Bel. 
For what serves Art and Engines, Mounts and Trenches,  
But to correct the nature of a plain?  
A few on firm land may keep out a million,  
Weakened by sea, false footing, billows rage,  
And ponderous rage. whenas received within,  
He prospers by our spoil; We feed a Viper:  
And malcontents and rebels have a refuge.  
Nor were it safe, to venture all at once:  
When one fought field being lost, swift ruin runs  
And rushing throws down all.  Cassib. 
We know our strength, and his: we'll fight in field.  
Some dozen miles from sea. An open Theater  
Gives luster to our prowess: To keep him out  
Supposes fear, not manhood. No, let him march,  
Till he rouse death, and stride his future grave.  Bel. 
Your will commands, and mine obeys. Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scen. 4.  Caesar, &c. Ensign, Drum, Trumpet, Flag, Soldiers, Shipmen. The noise of landing. Caes. 
The coast is clear. Our honour is the Goal.  
In vain doth Tagus yellow sand obey,  
Rhein's horned front, and nimble Tigris running  
For wager with the wind, which skims his top:  
In vain from Ganges to Hesperian Gades,  
The Bounds marked out by jove's two base-born Sons,  
Our Echoed Name doth sound: If we recoil  
From hence again not victors.  
Ye Pilots old, who were begot on mermaids,  
Whose Element is the Sea, bred and brought up  
In cradles rocked with storms, and wooden walls,  
Fear not to grapple with their seas. Fear not  
Their bulks, Brave veterans: That extended mass  
Is not of iron, but can bleed, and die:  
They were not dipped in Styx: nor are they Giants,  
Or wild Poetic centaurs we assail:  
Let then this voyage quit our credit lost,  
And let Rage lash on Courage. here's the Game:  
Life may be lost, but sure we'll hold fast Fame.  They march about, and go out. The whole battle within. Cassib. Belin. &c. Soldiers. Gass. 
Our first attempt doth prosper: They retiring  
Scud to the bosom of their Fir-tree vaults,  
And under hatches hide themselves from death.  
The Cornish band made havoc of their ranks,  
Like Scythian wolf's midst of a bleating fold:  
The gingling lances, rattling chariot-wheels  
Madded their horse. The Bow men merrily shot.  Bel. 
Yet would our tributary Kings had succoured!  
We are decayed they much in number grown,  
And surely will make head again.  Cassib. 
Fear not, thou knowest I can even with a whistle,  
Hide Kent with glittering arms: More flaming sparkles  
Paint not a freezing night: nor speckled Bees  
Buzz not about sweet Hybla's bloomy head.  
But what need millions, when some thousands serve?  
O did my Brother live! we'd climb the Alps;  
Like brave Mulmutius sons; make Romulus' wolf  
Howl horror in their streets, and Rome look pale,  
As when the Punic Captain eyed her walls. march out.  Caesar. Volusene. &c. Caes. 
Are ye the Men, who never fought in vain?  
Who wear Bellona's favours, in your scars:  
ay, ye are They. What then benumbs our Spirits?  
Our Empire from Quirinus narrow Centre  
Doth circling spread, and finds no brink nor bottom.  
Titan no later sets, nor earlier wakes,  
Than he beholds our Provinces, Why, then?  
What Privilege hath this place? Have we, or They  
The Phrygian powers? Have they Palladium got?  
No, no, Those gods our Capitol keep with joy:  
These only have undaunted minds from Troy.  Enter Q. Atrius. 
What news, good Atrius?  Atr. 
No good news from Atrius.  
When ominous Earth with shade and cloudy vapours  
Had darkness doubled, storms began to sound,  
The dabbled South, rough-footed Aquilo,  
Came rushing like two Rams, whose steeled horns  
Dart fiery sparks: The clouds crushed breathe out flames:  
Thunder and Lightning daunt all ears and eyes.  
The winds and billows strive, who loudest roar.  
The sky distilled in rain: his room to fill,  
Ambitious waves would climb the starry hill.  
Our ships are battered all, some forty sunk.  Caes. 
What devil-Cacus drags our Fortune back?  
Doth She move retrograde? and hoist us up.  
That we may fall at height? Why dost Camillus  
Each night torment my sleep, and cry, Revenge?  
I strive against the stream.  Enter Androgeus, Mandubrace, soldiers. Androg. 
Thus join we Standards: And resign the keys  
Of Troynovant, with all our warlike forces.  Mand. 
By me the Trinobants submit, and Cenimagnians,  
Segontiacs, Ancalites, Bybrockes, and Cassians,  
six worthy nations do desire thy guard.  Caes. 
All, all shall know our love.  Mand. 
The Tyrant lies on Isis' flowery banks,  
Where a full Quire sing of white-surpliced swans.  
The fords unlevel belly they have fenced,  
With sharp stakes under water.  Caes. 
Nor stakes, lakes, fords, nor swords shall check our progress:  
Those downy swan's shall hear more funeral notes.  
Their Kings departed, Nennius dead, whose loss  
Would tears extort even from Pumicean eyes;  
Had Britain nursed but such another Champion,  
They might have stuck their darts on our barred gates,  
And Latium trembled with contrary fates.  
In what now lies their hope?  Mand. 
Great numbers still remain: nay worse, they laugh  
At death, and boldly trust (as Druids preach)  
Their souls who die in fight shall live in joy.  
Hence count they dangers, benefits: and die  
With freedom in their mouth, and wilful rage.  
But let soft mildness wait on women, Let  
Thy wrath ring through the woods in dusty noise,  
To tell thy coming. No man's built so lofty,  
But his foundation meets the humble dust:  
Which undermined, how high he pierced the clouds,  
So deep he sinks.  
Hostile and civil foes shake top and root  
As winds invade above, and Vines below.  
And so will We.  Caes. 
No doubt: This blow shall like an earthquake move  
The roots and pillars of this sea-clipt I'll.  
A cloud of vultures shall attend our Camp,  
And no more shall the fields bear Vert, but Gules:  
The grain engrained in purple die shall lose  
His verdant hue. Bones, marrow, humane limbs  
Shall putrifying reek, whose vapoured slime  
Kindled on high may breed long-bearded Stars,  
To tell more mischief, and out-beard Apollo.  Mand. 
Let's waste no time, lest more unto him flock,  
As humours glide to guard the wounded member.  Caes. 
Atrius, let our ships be drawn on shore,  
New-rigged and mended. I must needs confess him  
A darling of the gods; under whose colours  
Stars, winter, sky, and tempests serve in pay,  
And know both march and skirmish by his Drum. Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scen. 5.  Rollano. Eulinus harkening. Roll. 
O my dear Lady, hast thou slain thyself?  
So fairly pure, so kindly chaste, so cries.  
A Venus and Diana mixed in one.  
She eat her meat with studs of Pearl, she kissed  
With Rubies, and she looked with Diamonds bright.  
Fish seas, and foul the air, hunt all the earth,  
For such another bit, and lose your labour.  Eul. 
O, why dost thou complain.  Roll. 
Had she not killed herself, no cruel Atropos,  
No fury could for pity cut her thread.  
She was the Loadstone of all eyes, The whetstone  
Of all brains, the touchstone of all hearts: She was— cries.  Eul. 
O my presaging thoughts in ugly form  
Suggest some Tragedy. Speak: yet stay a while:  
I know thou killest with speaking. Be then dumb:  
Let sound near give those Notions airy robes.  
Yet speak, dispatch me: fear's as bad as death.  
Oh, could no tongue affirm it! Is she dead?  Roll. 
My Mistress is.  Eul. 
Wither ye pleasant gardens, where she trod:  
White lillies droop, and blasted daisies wink,  
And weep in pearly dew. Blind Vesper mourn,  
Hang thy cold tears on every grassy blade.  
Groan loud ye woods, and tear your leafy hair:  
Let wind and hoary frost kill every flower:  
For she is gone, who made continual May.  
Let foggy mists envelope Sun and Stars:  
For she is gone, who made perpetual day.  
Confounded Nature stand amazed, dissolve  
Thy rolling engines, and unbrace the Seas:  
Fling all into their first disordered lump.  
For thy chief paragon, thy rich Masterpiece,  
The jewel, for which thou didst venture all,  
Is lost, is lost. And can I live to speak it?  
How died she?  Roll. 
By a poisoned draught.  Eul. 
The very word (poison) infects my breath.  
Durst thou presume to pass that coral porch?  
Were not her Lips sufficient Antidote?  
Durst thou descend through those close winding stairs  
With treacherous intent? How could thy venom  
Seize on her, and not sweetened lose his virtue,  
Or rather vicious quality? May toads,  
Dragons, and mandrakes be thy galley-pots:  
This Body was a casket for the graces,  
No cask for poison. With her dies all love:  
Cupid may break his Bow, his arrows burn,  
Then quench his Taper in a flood of tears.  
Is she dead?  Roll. 
Or in a long trance.  Eul. 
She may revive:  
I'll visit her: Art may prolong her days,  
Whether she will or no.— Exeunt.   

Act. 4. Scen. 6. Chorus.  


1.  
Allecto rising from the lakes  
Of nights sad Empery:  
With knotty bunch of curled snakes,  
Doth lash fair Britany.   

2.  
More ghastly monster did not spring,  
From the Hibernian flood:  
With which Morindus combating,  
Of foe became his food.   

3.  
Shall no more Shepherds in the shade  
sit whistling without care?  
Shall never spear be made a spade,  
And sword a plowing share?   

4.  
Grant heaven at last, that Music loud  
Of bloody Mars be still:  
That Britain Virgins in a crowd,  
With hymns the sky may fill.    

2. Song.  

Nor is Landora's loss,  
The least part of our mournful muse:  
jove juno for to cross,  
This Trojan Dame for Bride did choose.  
Where She doth shine,  
'bove Guendoline,  
The Amazon of her days:  
And Mercia wise  
Law to devise. O sound Landor. praise.   

There doth she shine above,  
Clear as great Delia's horned bow,  
Bright as the Queen of Love,  
To shoot down gentle beams below.  
Sabrina dare  
Not to compare  
With her most splendent rays:  
A ring the sky,  
A gem her eye: O sound Lando. praise.      

Act. 5.  

Scen. 1.  Caesar, Androgeus, Mandubrace, &c. soldiers. Caes. 
Thus gain we ground: yet still our foes will fight,  
Whether they win or lose. With bloody drops  
Our path is printed: Thames his maiden-cheeks  
Blush with vermilion: Nations crave our League  
On every side: Yet still Cassibelane braves us,  
Nor will submit.  Androg. 
Not far hence Verolam lies, his chiefest fort,  
By nature guarded round with woods and fens,  
By Art enclosed with a ditch and rampire:  
From hence we must dislodge the Boar.  Mand. 
There are but two ways to assail this Town:  
Both which I know. Your parted army must  
Break thorough both at once, and so distract  
His doubtful rescues.  Enter Volusene with Hulacus prisoner. Hul. 
Draw slaves unwilling, I dare meet my death:  
And lead my Leader.  Vol. 
You'll repent anon,  Hal 
If I do ill: But not for suffering ill.  Vol. 
Your stoical apathy will relent I know.  
This Priest I caught within a shady grove,  
Devoutly kneeling at a broad Okes foot.  
Now He awaits your Doom.  Caes. 
What god adore you?  Hul. 
Him, whom all should serve.  Caes. 
What's the Moon?  Hul. 
night's Sun:  Caes. 
What's Night?  Hul. 
A foil to glorify the Day.  Caes. 
What most compendious way to happiness?  Hul. 
To die in a good cause.  Caes. 
What is a man?  Hul. 
An Hermaphrodite of soul & body.  Caes. 
How differ they in nature?  Hul. 
The body hath in weight, the soul in length.  Caes. 
One question more: What dangers shall I pass?  Hul. 
Many by land and sea: As steps to glory.  
Throw Palatine on Aesquiline, on both  
Heap Aventine, to raise one Pyramis: for a  
Chair of Estate, where thy advanced Head  
Among those Heroes pictured in the Stars,  
Orion, Perseus, Hercules, may consult  
With jove himself. But shun the Senate house.  
March round about the Caspian sea; search out  
'Mong Cedars tall the Arabian Phoenix nest;  
Run counter to old Nile, till thou discover  
His sacred head wrapped up in cloudy mountains:  
And rather than work fail, Turn Hellespont  
Out of his channel; Dig that Isthmus down,  
Which ties great Afrique. Shun the Senate house.  
Be Saturn, and so thou shalt not be Tarquin.  
A Brutus strong,  
Repays in Fine:  
Thy brutish wrong  
To Brutus' line.  Caes. 
we'll talk at leisure more. Exeunt.   

Act. 5. Scen. 2.  Cassib. Belin. &c. Cass. 
No rampires keep him back: He presses forward,  
Though every stamp he treads, seems to conjure  
The fates from their infernal centre. None  
But he, durst be so bold.  Bel. 
Yes, when Britain's lead, and Mandubrace insulting  
With naked sword calls on the lagging soldiers:  
When fierce Androgeus with revolted nations,  
Usher his army. No way half so quick  
To ruinate kingdoms, as by homebred strife.  
Thus while we single fight, we perish all.  Cass. 
ay, ay, those treacherous caitiffs, rebel slaves:  
O may their countries heavy curse them sink  
Below the ninefold brazen gates of hell:  
That princox proud: ay, 'twas a scape in policy,  
I should have slain the whelps with their good Sire.  
Let Britain's climacterical year now run,  
The Series break of seventy Kings: Nay let  
One urn conclude our ashes and the worlds.  
Befall what will: In midst of horror's noise,  
And crackling flames, when all is lost, we'll die  
With weapons in our hands, and victory scorn:  
There's none that die so poor, as they are borne.  
Faithful Belinus, let a Post command  
The Kentish Kings to set upon his fleet:  
Whilst we here bid the base. four thousand charioteers,  
(Such as did glide upon the Phrygian Plains,  
And wheeling double service do perform,  
Both horseman's speed, and footman's stable strength)  
Still do remain: With these and flocking voluntaries  
we'll give him once more battle. Let the Captains  
Enter, and hear my charge. Enter Captains. He stands on a throne.  
Subjects and Fellow-soldiers; We must now try  
For ancient freedom, or perpetual bondage.  
There is no third choice. The enraged foe  
With cruel pride, proud avarice, hath spoiled  
From East to West, hunting for blood and gain.  
Your wives and daughters ravished, ransacked towns,  
Great bellies ripped with lances, sprawling babes,  
The spouse about her husband's neck run through  
By the same spear. Think on these Objects:  
Then choose them for your Lords, who spoil and burn  
Whole countries; and call Desolation, Peace.  
Yield, yield; That he ennobled by our spoils,  
May climb the Capitol with triumphant cart,  
You led fast fettered through the staring streets,  
For city Dames to mock your habit strange,  
And fill their arras hangings with our story.  
No: Brennus' ghost forbid, who this night stood,  
Before my eyes, and grimly furious spoke:  
Shall Britain stoop to Roman Rods and Hatchets,  
And servile tribute? Will ye so defame  
Your ancestors, and your successors wrong,  
Heirs but of slavery? O, this day make good  
The glory of so many ages past!  
I see, you are incensed, and wish to use  
Your weapons, not your ears.  
All. To arms, to arms, to arms: we'll fight, and die.  Exeunt.  

Act. 5. Scen. 3.  Eulinus, in a nightcap. unbraced. Viol. Poynado. Plays and sings to the viol. 
So the Silver-feathered swan,  
Both by death and colour wan,  
Loves to sing before she die,  
Leaving life so willingly.  
But how can I sing a note?  
When dead hoarseness stops my throat:  
Or how can I play a stroke?  
When my heartstrings all are broke.  
Come guilty night, and with black velvet wings  
Mantle me round; Let melancholic thoughts,  
Hang all my brain with Blacks: This darksome grove,  
My gallery. So, all things suit my mind:  
Such funeral colours please a gasping heart.  
I died with thee Landora once: Now only  
Some struggling spirits are behind, to be  
Laid out with most thrift on thy memory.  
Where shall I first begin my last complaint,  
Which must be measured by my glass of life?  
At thee Hirildas? Slain in furious mood,  
By whose help only I enjoyed my love?  
Or thee Landora? dying for his sake,  
And in thy death including mine?  
Or at my country's wrack? whose surface torn  
Doth for my vengeance importune the Pole?  
Or at myself? ay, there is sorrows spring.  
Shall I go wandering lurk in woods unknown,  
A banished Hermit, and sigh out my griefs?  
Teaching the pretty birds to sing my dear,  
My dear Landora: There to feed on acorns,  
Drink the clear fountain, and consume with weeping,  
Were but an easy life, an easy death:  
My violent passion must have sudden vent.  
Refined Soul, whose odoriferous light,  
The damned hags stare at, and whining elves,  
Thinking it Heaven in hell: Behold my pangs,  
Pity my dying groans, and be more soft.  
O may our shadows mingle; then shall I  
Envy no more those Citizens above,  
The ambrosian juncates of the Olympian hall  
And all that gorgeous Roof. But coward's talk.  
Come thou last refuge of a wearisome life; Draws his Poynado.  
A passport to the Elysian land, A key  
To unlock my grieved inmate. lo I come.  
O let this river from my eyes, this stream unbuttons.  
From my poor breast, beg favour of thy ghost:  
O let this lukewarm blood thy Rigour steep, stabs.  
And mollify thy adamantine heart.  
Leander-like I swim to thee through blood:  
Be thy bright eyes my Pharos, and conduct me  
Through the dull night of gloomy Erebus.  
Flow, flow, ye lively drops, and from my veins  
Run winding to the Ocean of my bliss:  
Tell her my love, and if She still shall doubt,  
Swear that ye came directly from my heart.  
I stay too long. stabs again .Sweet Lady give me welcome.  
Though I shall pass twelve monsters as the Sun,  
Or twelve Herculean labours on a row:  
Yet one kind look makes all my journey sweet  
Thou fairy-queen of the Tartarian Court,  
To whom Proserpine may the Apple give,  
Worthier than She, to warm old Pluto's bed:  
See thy poor vassal weltering in his gore.  
I faint, I faint.  
I die thy Martyr, as I lived thy Priest:  
Great Goddess be propitious, Sweet Landora—  falls and dies.  

Act. 5. Scen. 4.  The four Kings of Kent march over the stage. A Drum struck up within. Q. Atrius comes with Cingetorix prisoner. Rollano running. Volusene meets him. Roll. 
What shall I do? How shall I scape? falls for fear.  Vol. 
I scorn to take advantage, Rise and Fight.  Roll. 
I had rather be killed quickly, quickly.  Vol. 
Then die, as thou distressed. thrusts at him.  Roll. 
O let me wink first. bawls aloud.  
I shall never endure it. Oh, oh. I am peppered and salted.  Exit. Volus. Roll. crawls away. Cassibelane, Belinus, &c. Cassib. 
O that base Fortune should great spirits damp,  
And fawn on muddy slaves: That envious fate  
Should ripen villainy with a Syrian dew,  
And blast sweet virtue with a Sirian flame.  
A Catalogue of mischiefs do concur  
Our Britain Hector, Nennius dead: Our Kings  
Angry to be refused, sit still at home:  
And then those traitors with their train augment  
His huge and expert Army: Nothing stops him;  
Rivers, nor Rampires, Woods, nor dangerous Bogs;  
On this side Thames his dismal Ensigns shine:  
Last, Kent's unhappy rulers are at Sea  
o'erthrown, and our men almost spent. Then, General,  
In desperate pride, and valours scornful rage,  
Let us run headlong through their armed tents,  
And make their Camp a Shambles: So to raise  
Our lofty tombs upon their slaughtered heaps.  Bel. 
Nay, rather first let's parley for peace.  Cassib. 
Ye Country-gods and Nymphs, who Albion love,  
Old Father Neptune, all ye powers divine,  
Witness my loyal care: If humane strength,  
Courage, and policy, could a Kingdom save;  
We did our best. But discord, child of hell,  
Numbers of train-men, and each Captain picked  
Out of a Province, make us bow or break.  
In vain we strive, when Deities do frown:  
When Destinies push, Atlas himself comes down.  Enter Comius. Bel. 
No mediator is so fit as Comius: And here's the man.  Com. 
Do not the dangers which environ you,  
Call for a good conclusion? which I wish  
As friend to both sides.  Cassib. 
No Comius: There is more behind, than Caesar  
Hath overrun: Our Charioteers still drive,  
Our harness still is worn: Through woods and lakes  
we'll tire his dainty soldiers: Then set fire  
On Towns, and sacrifice ourselves, our wives,  
Our goods, and cattle, in one public flame:  
That wind may blow our ashes in his face.  Com. 
So shall dead Elements curse your causeless fury.  
Rather conclude some friendly peace.  Cassib. 
Thus far we hear you: If with honoured terms,  
And royal looks, he will accept our faith:  
We will obey, but never serve.  Com. 
I'll undertake as much. Exeunt.   

Act. 5. Scen. 5.  Androgeus, Themantius. Andr. 
Thus civil war by me, and factious broils,  
Deface this goodly land: I am revenged:  
The cause Eulinus dead, my Anger dies.  
He is our Uncle, and in danger's mouth;  
Both claim relenting pity. Whom peace made  
A rampant Lion, war hath made a Lamb.  
Caesar shall not proceed, for private ends,  
To captivate our I'll: whose clamorous curse  
Doth knock, I know, at heaven's Star-nailed gates:  
For that jove's bird, imped with our plumes, o'erfly  
The Ocean's wall; To seek her prey in Britain.  Them. 
ay, we have made a Rod for our own backs:  
Fetters of gold are fetters. No gap worse  
To let destruction in by, than to call  
A foreign aid: who having seen our weakness,  
And tasted once the fatness of our land,  
Is not so easily thrust out, as admitted.  
Such medicine is worse than the malady,  
Fretting the bowels of our kingdom.  Andr. 
I know their hatred just; and here resign  
All my birthright to thee, my second self:  
I must forsake my country's sight, and seek  
New fortunes with this Emperor; In hope  
To be raised up, by his now rising wheel.  Them. 
O, do not so, dear Brother. So to part,  
Were to divide one Individual Soul.  
Nor think me so ambitious: I can live  
A private life, and see a regal Crown,  
With no more entry than I see the Sun,  
Glitter above me. Let not Lud's two sons  
Be parted by a Sea: I hold your presence,  
At higher price than a whole kingdom's pomp.  
Keep then your right: like those admired twins,  
Let us rejoice, mourn, live, and die together.  Andr. 
You shall a Sceptre gain.  Them. 
And lose a Brother.  Andr. 
Bear you the Sovereign power of this land.  Them. 
A body politic must on two legs stand:  
I'll bear a part, so to diminish envy.  Andr. 
I must away, and shun the people's eye.  Them. 
If to yourself unkind, be kind to me:  
For my sake stay at home: why will you fly?  
Think you a stepdame soil gives sweeter sap?  Andr. 
I: For trees transplanted do more goodly grow.  Them. 
And I'll count men but stocks, when they do so.  Andr. 
I am resolved: All troubles brought asleep:  
To leave you with a parting kiss.  Them. 
And by that kiss  
May I transfuse my soul, or quite expire?  
Brother's have often for a kingdom fought:  
We strive to lose it. This is holy strife.  
But here I vow, if ere that sacred Lace  
Shall gird my Temples: Rome must keep her bounds,  
Or fish for Tribute in the dreadful deep.   

Act. 5. Scen. 6.  Caesar. Mandubrace. Andr. 
Let gracious favour smooth wars rugged brow:  
Cassibelane will compound: All rage must end:  
We choose you Umpire, for a friendly close.  Caes. 
It is my glory to end all with peace:  
And for that cause, I Comius sent in haste,  
For to conduct him hither.  Them. 
This trump gives warning of the king's approach.  Cassibelane. Comius. Lantonus. Cassib. 
Fate, and no fault of mine, makes me appear,  
To yield as far as honour gives me leave.  Caes. 
Haile valorous prince, disdain not this engrafting  
Into Rome's Empire, whose command encloses  
The whole Levant, and whose large shadow hides  
The triple-bounded Earth, and bellowing Seas.  Cassib. 
We shall observe your will; so you impose  
A league, no yoke. They shake hands.  Caes. 
Thus we determine: That Crown still shall stand;  
Reign as the total Monarch of this I'll:  
Till death un-kings you. 'Twere, Androgeus, best  
You in our train kept honourable place:  
And let Themantius wear the royal wreath.  
You must forgive the Towns which did revolt,  
Nor seek revenge on Trinobants, but let  
Young Mandubrace possess his Father's Princedom.  Cassib. 
Be all wrongs drenched in Lethe.  Andr. 
Pardon my rash attempts. Cassib. embraces Androg. and Mand.  Mand. 
Count me your loyal friend.  Caes. 
In sign of league, you shall us pledges give,  
And yearly pay three thousand pound of silver,  
Unto our Treasury. So let these decrees  
Be straight proclaimed through Troynovant, whose Tower  
Shall be more fairly built at my charge, as  
A lasting Monument of our arrival.  Cassib. 
All shall be done: Renowned Prince, whose worth,  
Unparalleled both as a Friend and Foe,  
We do admire.  
Accept this Surcoate, starrified with pearls,  
And Diamonds, such as our own shores breed.  Caes. 
And you receive this massy Cup of gold,  
Loves earnest, and Memorial of this day:  
By this, suppose our Senate calls you friend.  They sit together. Lant. 
Now time, best Oracle of Oracles,  
Father of truth, the true sense doth suggest  
Of Diane's answer;  
The Lion and the Eagle do design  
The Britain and the Roman states, whose arms  
Were painted with those Animals: Both fierce  
Weary at last conclude: The Semicircles,  
First letters of the Leaders names, we see  
Are joined in true loves endless figure.  
Both come of Trojan race, both nobly bold,  
Both matchless Captains, on one Throne behold.  Caes. 
Now the Tarpeian rock o'erlooks the world;  
Her Empire bounded only by the Ocean;  
And boundless Fame beats on the starry Pole.  
So Danow crawling from a mountain's side,  
Wider and deeper grows, and like a Serpent,  
Or Pyramis reversed; improves his bigness,  
As well as length: Till viewing countries large,  
And fed with sixty rivers, his wide mouth  
On the Euxine seanymph gapes, and fear doth stir,  
Whether he will disgorge, or swallow her.  Cassib. 
Since the great guide of all, Olympus King,  
Will have the Romans his Viceroys on earth:  
Since the red fatal eyes of crow-black night,  
Fling their malignant influence on our state:  
Since Britain must submit: It was her fame,  
None but a julius Caesar could her tame.  While Trumpets sound: Androgeus and Themantius embracing take leave. All depart.  

Act. 5. Scen. 7. Chorus.  

1. Song.  

Come fellow Bards and sing with cheer;  
Since dreadful Alarms we shall no more hear.  
Come lovely peace, our Saint divine,  
Olive and Laurel do love for to twine.  
The Graces, and Muses, and Nymphs in a round:  
Let voice beat the air, and feet beat the ground.   

So hell's black image chased away,  
Eos doth dandle the goldy-locked day:  
So Bruma banished all forlorn,  
Cupid and Flora the spring do adorn.  
And so the grim fury of Mars laid in grave,  
A merrier ending doth friendly peace crave.    

2. Song. A Morisko.  
The Sky is glad that Stars above,  
Do give a brighter splendour:  
The Stars unfold their flaming gold,  
To make the ground more tender:  
The ground doth send a fragrant smell,  
That air may be the sweeter:  
The air doth charm the swelling Seas,  
With pretty chirping meeter:  
The Sea with rivers water doth  
The plants and flowers dainty:  
The plants do yield their fruitful seed,  
That beasts may live in plenty:  
The Beasts do give both food and cloth,  
That man high jove may honour:  
And so the world runs merrily round,  
When peace doth smile upon her.  
Oh then, then Oh: Oh then, then Oh:  
This jubilee last for ever:  
That Foreign spite, or Civil fight,  
Our quiet trouble never.   Exeunt. Mercury reducing the Ghosts of Camillus, and Brennus. Cam. 
How bravely Caesar past the angry main?  Brenn. 
How bravely was he back repulsed again?  Cam. 
How did he wheel his sword in Nennius' face?  Brenn. 
How did he lose his sword, and fly apace?  Cam. 
How did again his Army fill your coast?  Brenn. 
ay, when our Princes did conduct his host.  Cam. 
How did they pierce through Isis' dangerous flood?  Brenn. 
But made her swell, and bankrupt with their blood.  Cam. 
Mirror of Captains, julius' style hath won.  Brenn. 
But we may justly brag of two for one.  Cam. 
Confess, our valorous race hath now repaid  
The Allian Massacre, and our cities Flame:  
See how they yield, and yearly Tribute pay.  Brenn. 
No, proud Dictator: Both do weary stand  
On equal terms: Both wish a peaceful League.  
But if they shall oppress; know, Generous spirits  
Will break this Compact, like a spider's web.  Merc. 
jove's will is finished: And (though juno frown,  
That no more Trojan blood shall die the stage)  
The worlds fourth Empire Britain doth embrace.  
The Thunder-bearer with a janus look  
At once views ruddy morn, and cloudy West:  
Her wings displayed o'er this Terrestrial egg,  
Will shortly hatch an Universal peace:  
For jove intends a favour to the world.  
It now remains, That you two martial wights  
Cease from your braving one another's worth:  
You must be friends at last. The close is sweet,  
When after tumults, hearts and hands do meet.  Exeunt. 
Nec Lusisse pudet, sed non incidere Ludum.    
FINIS.