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BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
REGULUS, CARATACII, general of the Britons, cousin to
, a cowardly hungry knare.
CURIUS, Hengo, a brave boy, nephew to Caratach.
Herald. SUETONIUS, general to the Roman army in Bri
Druids. tain. Penius, a brave Roman commander, but stub- Soldiers. born to the general.
WOMEN. JUNIUS, a Roman captain, in love with Bonduca's daughter.
BONDUCA, queen of the Iceni, a brave virago. Petillius, another Roman captain.
Her two duughters, by Prasutagus. DEMETRIUS,
Roman commanders. Decius,
Made themes for songs to shame them: And a
woman, Enter Bonduca, Daughters, Hengo, NENNIUS, A woman beat them, Nennius; a weak woman, and Soldiers.
A woman, beat these Romans !
Car. So it seems;
A man would shame to talk so.
Bond. Cousin, do
Car. No, Bonduca;
If I grieve, it is the bearing of your fortunes :
Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a truth, Their mothers got them sleeping, Pleasure nursed That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed; them;
A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allure-| And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, ments,
Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing; Not lusty arms. Dare they send these to seek us, For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady, These Roman girls? is Britain grown so wanton? And we, that have been victors, beat ourselves, Twice we have beat thein, Nennius, scattered them; When we insult upon our honour's subject. And through their big-boned Germans, on whose Bond. My valiant cousin, is it foul to say pikes
What liberty and honour bid us do, The honour of their actions sits in triumphı, And what the gods allow us?
Car. No, Bonduca;
Bond. What? So what we say exceed not what we do.
Car. Disheartened, You call the Romans' fearful, fleeing Romans, Run, run, Bonduca ! not the quick rack swifter; ، And Roman girls, the lees of tainted pleasures:' | The virgin from the hated ravisher Does this become a doer? are they such? Not halt so fearful; not a flight drawn home, Bond. They are no more.
A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish, Car. Where is your conquest then?
E’er made that haste, that they have. By the gods, Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of I've seen these Britons, that you magnify, flowers?
Run as they would have out-run time, and roarThe beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire?
ing, The holy Druides composing songs
Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows, Of everlasting life to victory?
That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn,
Bond. Oh, ye powers,
I've seen thee run too; and thee, Nennius; Let's home and sleep; for such great overthrows Yea, run apace, both; then, when Penius A candle burns too bright a sacrifice,
(The Roman girl !) cut through your armed carts, A glow-worm's tail too full of flame. Oh, Nen- | And drove them headlong on ye, down the hill; nius,
Then, when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, Thou hadst a noble uncle, knew a Roman, More by the scent than sight; then did I sec And how to speak him, how to give him weight These valiant and approved men of Britain, In both his fortunes.
Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, Bond. By the gods, I think
And hoot their fears to one another nightly. You doat upon these Romans, Caratach!
Nen. And what did you then, Caratach? Car. Witness these wounds, I do; they were
Car. I fied too, fairly given :
But not so fast; your jewel had been lost then, I love an enemy; I was born a soldier;
Young Hengo there; he trasht me, Nennius: And be that in the head of his troop defies For, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, me,
And in the head of all the Roman fury Bending my manly body with his sword,
Took him, and, with my tough belt, to my back I make a mistress. Yellow-tressed Hymen I buckled him; behind him, my sure shield; Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy,
And then I followed. If I say I fought Than I am married to that man, that wounds me: Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain, And are not all these Roman? Ten struck battles I lie not, Nennius. Neither had you heard I sucked these honoured scars from, and all Me speak this, or ever seen the child more, Roman;
But that the son of virtue, Penius, Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches, Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, (When many a frozen storin sung through my My helm still in my hand (my sword), my prow cuirass,
Turned to my foe (my face), he cried out nobly, And made it doubtful, whether that or I "Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off safely; Were the more stubborn metal) have I wrought Thy manly sword has ransomed thee; grow strong, i through,
And let me meet thee once again in arms; And all to try these Románs. Ten times a-night Then, it thou standest, thou art mine.' I took his I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Rome offer, Shot at me as I Poated, and the billows
And here I am to honour him. Tumbled their watry ruins on my shoulders, Bond. Oh, cousin, Charging my hattered sides with troops of agues; | From what a flight of honour hast thou checked And still to try these Romans, whom I found
Cur. See, lady,
Does this afflict you? Iiad the Romans cried this, (Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant, And, as we have done theirs, sung out these As vigilant, as wise, to do and swier,
fortunes, Ever advanced as forward as the Britons Railed on our base condition, hooted at us, Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours, Made marks as far as the carth was ours, to Ay, and as subtle, lary. 'Tis dishonour, And, followed, will be impudence, Bonduca, Nothing but sea could stop our flights, despised And grow to do belief, to taint these Roinans.
us, Hare not I seen the Britons
And held it equal, whether banquetting
Or beating of the Britons were more business, To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast,
I'll tie you to a sword.
Hengo. And what then, uncle?
That calls you knave.
Car. That's a noble böy! Come, worthy lady,
Enter JUNIUS and PETILLIUS.
Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me! Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, Pet. Drink? lady.
Jun. You tire me. Bond. Your reason ?
Pet. Conie, it is drink; I know it is drink. Nen. Is not peace the end of arms?
Jun. "Tis no drink.
Can light so heavy on a soldier,
Jun. Prithee, Petillius
Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant After a day of blood, peace might be argued;
drink: But where we grapple for the ground we live on, Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see, The liberty we hold as dear as life,
Like a true friend, into thy wants; it is drink; The gods we worship, and next those, our ho- And, when I leave thee to a desolation, nours,
Especially of that dry nature, hang me. And with those swords, that know no end of battle: Jun. Why do you do this to me? Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh
Pet. For I see, bour;
Although your modesty would fain conceal it, Those minds, that where the day is, claim inherit- Which sits as sweetly on a soldier ance,
As an old side-saddleAnd where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their Jun. What do you see? harvest,
Pet. I see as fair as day, that thou wantest And where they march, but measure out more
Did I not find thee gaping, like an oyster
there, Junius, And be allied in ashes,
An if it be not drinking? Bond. Caratach,
Jun. You have too much of it. As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done;
Pet. No, it shall never be said in our country, And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver : Thou died of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble The Romans shall have worthy wars.
Roman, Car. They shall :
The son of her that loves a soldier, And, little sir, when your young bones grow stif- Hear what I promised for thee! thus I said: fer,
Lady, I take thy son to my companion ; And when I see you able in a morning
Lady, I love thy son, thy son loves war,
The war loves danger, danger drink, drink dis- | (For understand them French beans, where the cipline,
fruits Which is society and lechery;
Are ripened like the people, in old tubs) These tró beget commanders : Fear not, lady; For mine own part, I say, I am starved already, Thy son shall lead.
Not worth another bean, consumed to nothing, Jun. 'Tis a strange thing, Petillius,
Nothing but flesh and bones lett, miserable : That so ridiculous and loose a mirth
Now, if this musty provender can prick me Can master your affections.
To honourable matters of atchievement, gentlePet. Any mirth,
men, And any way, of any subject, Junius,
Why, there is the point. Is better than unmanly mustiness.
4 Sold. I'll fight no more. What harm is in drink? in a good wholesome Pet. You'll hang then ! wench?
A sovereign help for hunger. Ye eating rascals, I do beseech you, sir, what error? Yet
Whose gods are beef and brewis ! whose brave It cannot out of my head handsomely,
angers But thou wouldst fain be drunk: come, no more Do execution upon these, and chibbals ! fooling;
Ye dog's heads in the porridge-pot! ye fight no The general has new wine, new come over.
more? Jun. He must have new acquaintance for it too, Does Rome depend upon your resolution For I will none, I thank
For eating mouldy pye-crust? Pet. “None, I thank you?
3 Sold. Would we had it ! A short and touchy answer! None, I thank you?' Judas. I may do service, captain. You do not scorn it, do you?
Pet. In a fish-market. Jun. Gods defend you, sir !
You, corporal Curry-comb, what will your fighting I owe him still more honour.
Profit the commonwealth? do you hope to triPet. “None, I thank you ?
umph? No company, no drink, no wench, “I thank you?' | Or dare your vamping valour, goodman Cobler, You shall be worse entreated, sir.
Clap a new sole to the kingdom? 'Sdeath, ye dogJun. Petillius,
whelps, As thou art honest, leave me !
You fight, or not fight? Pet. • None, I thank you?
Judas. Captain ! A modest and a decent resolution,
Pet. Out, ye
Judas. Give us meat,
Judas. Good bits afford good blows.
mouth, Ere I would own thy follies. I have found you, And then tell truth. Your lays, and out-leaps, Junius, haunts, and
Judas. I have not eat to the purposelodges;
Pet. “To the purpose!' what is that? half a I have viewed you, and I have found you, by my cow and garlic? skill,
Ye rogues, my company eat turf, and talk not; To be a fool of the first head, Junius,
Timber they can digest, and fight upon it; And I will hunt you: You are in love, I know it; Old mats, and mud with spoons, rare meats. You are an ass, and all the camp shall know it;
Your shoes, slaves; A peevish idle boy, your dame shall know it; Dare ye cry out for hunger, and those extant? A wronger of my care, yourself shall know it. Suck your sword-hilts, ye slaves; if ye be valiant,
Honour will make them marchpane. "To the Enter Judas and four Soldiers.
purpose?' Judas. A bean? a princely diet, a full banquet, A grievous penance! Dost thou see that gentleTo what we compass.
man, 1 Sold. Fight like hogs for acorns?
That melancholy monsieur ! 2. Sold. Venture our lives for pig-nuts?
Jun. Pray you, Petillius! Pet. What ail these rascals?
Pet. He has not eat these three weeks. 8 Sold. If this hold, we are starved.
2 Sold. He has drunk the more then. Judas. For my part, friends,
3 Sold. And that is all one. Which is but twenty beans a day (a hard world Pel. Nor drunk nor slept these two months. For officers, and men of action!),
Judas. Captain, we do besecch you, as poor And those so clipt by master mouse, and rotten- soldiers,
Men, that have seen good days, whose mortal sto
and colours. Is not so nobly done.
Suet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatched
To Penius, to command him to bring up
Suet. And are the horse well viewed, we brought
Dec. The troops are full and lusty. And make ye fight like fichoks; to him.
Suet. Good Petillius, Judas. Captain
Look to those eating rogues, that bawl for vicJun. Do you long to have your throats cut?
tuals, Pet. See what metal
And stop their throats a day or two: Provision It makes in him: Two meals more of this me- Waits but the wind to reach us. lancholy,
Pet. Sir, already And there lies Caratach.
I have been tampering with their stomachs, which Judas. We do beseech you
I find 2 Sold. Humbly besecch
As deaf as adders to delays: Your clemency
Hath made their murmurs, mutinies; nay rebel-
Now, an they want but mustard, they are in
uproars ! Jun. Out of my thoughts, ye slaves !
No oil but Candy, Lusitanian figs, 4 Sold. Or rather pity
And wine from Lesbos, now can satisfy them; 3 Sold. Your warlike remedy against the maw- The British waters are grown dull and muddy,
The fruit disgustful; Orontes must be sought for, Judas. Or notable receipt to live by nothing. And apples from the happy isles; the truth is, Pet. Out with your table-books !
They are more curious now, in having nothing, Jun. Is this true friendship?"
Than if the sea and land turned up their treaAnd must my killing griefs make other's May
This lost the colonies, and gave Bonduca Stand from my sword's point, slaves ! your poor (With shame we must record it) time and strength starved spirits
To look into our fortunes; great discretion Can make me no oblations; else, oh, love, To follow offered victory; and last, full pride Thou proudly-blind destruction! I would send | To brave us to our teeth, and scorn our ruins. thee
Suet. Nay, chide not, good Petillius ! I confess Whole hetacombs of hearts, to bleed my sor- My will to conquer Mona, and long stay.
To execute that will, let in these losses:
Rent from Oeta by a sweeping tempest,
pests. Get ye in love ! handsomely
They keep the field still? Fall but in love now, as ye see example,
Dem. Confident and full. And follow it but with all your thoughts, proba- Pet. In such a number, one would swear they tum,
grew : There is so much charge saved, and your hunger's The hills are wooded with their partizans, ended.
[Drum afar off And all the vallies overgrown with darts, Away! I hear the general. Get ye in love all, As moors are with rank rushes; no ground Up to the ears in love, that I may hear No more of these rude murmurings; and dis- To charge upon, no room to strike. Say fortune creetly
And our endeavours bring us into them, Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy
They are so infinite, so ever-springing, A pickled rope willichoke ye. Jog, and talk we shall be killed with killing; of desperate not!