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Phi, But, Bellario,

King. Search out a match (For I must call thee still so) tell me why Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, Thou didst conceal thy sex? It was a fault ; And I will pay thy dowry; and thyself A fault, Bellario, though thy other deeds Wilt well deserve him. Of truth outweighed it: all these jealousies Bel. Never, sir, will I Had flown to nothing, if thou hadst discovered Marry; it is a thing within my vow : What now we know.

But, if I may have leave to serve the princess, Bel. My father oft would speak

To see the virtues of her lord and her,
Your worth and virtue; and, as I did grow I shall have hope to live,
More and more apprehensive, I did thirst

Are. And I, Philaster,
To see the man so praised; but yet all this Cannot be jealous, though you had a lady
Was but a maiden longing, to be lost

Dressed like a page to serve you ; nor will I
As soon as found; till sitting in my window, Suspect her living here. Come, live with me;
Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, Live free, as I do. She, that loves my lord,
I thought, but it was you) enter our gates.

Curst be the wife that hates her! My blood flew out, and back again as fast, Phi. I grieve such virtues should be laid in earth As I had puffed it forth and sucked it in Without an heir. Hear me, my royal father: Like breath; then was I called away in haste, Wrong not the freedom of our souls so much, To entertain you. Never was a man,

To think to take revenge of that base woman; Heaved from a sheep-cot to a sceptre, raised

Her malice cannot hurt us. Set her free So high in thoughts as I: you left a kiss As she was born, saving from shame and sin. Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep King. Set her at liberty; but leave the court; From you for ever. I did hear you talk, This is no place for such! You, Pharamond, Far above singing! after you were gone, Shall have free passage, and a conduct home, I grew acquainted with my heart, and searched Worthy so great a prince. When you come there, What stirred it so: alas !' I found it love; Remember, 'twas your faults, that lost you her, Yet far from lust; for could I but have lived And not my purposed will. In presence of you, I had had my end.

Pha. I do confess, For this I did delude my noble father

Renowned sir, With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself King. Last, join your hands in one. Enjoy, In habit of a boy; and, for I knew

Philaster, My birth no match for you, I was past hope This kingdom, which is yours, and after me of having you; and, understanding well, Whatever I call mine. My blessing on you! That, when i made discovery of my sex, All happy hours be at your marriage joys, I could not stay with you, I inade a vow, That you may grow yourselves over all lands, By all the most religious things a maid

And live to see your plenteous branches spring Could call together, never to be known, Wherever there is sun ! let princes learn Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, By this, to rule the passions of their blood, For other than I seemed, that I might ever For what heaven wills can never be withstood. Abide with you: then sat I by the fount,

(Exeunt omnes. Where first you took me up.

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BONDUCA.

BY

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

REGULUS,
MEN.

DRUSIUS, Roman officers.
CARATACH, general of the Britons, cousin to Bon- MACER,
duca.

CURIUS, NENNIUS, a great soldier, a British commander. JUDAS, a corporal, a cowardly, hungry knate. HENGO, a brave boy, nephew to Caratuch. Herald. SUETONIUS, generul to the Roman army in Bri- Druids. tain.

Soldiers. JUNIUS, a Roman captain, in love with Bonduca's daughter.

WOMEN. PETILLIUS, another Roman captain.

BONDUCA, queen of the Iceni, a brave virago. DEMETRIUS,

Her two daughters, by Prasutagus.
DECIUS, Roman commanders.
PENIUS,

SCENE,—Britain.

ACT. I.

Not lusty arms. Dare they send these to seek us, SCENE I.

These Roman girls ? is Britain grown so wanton?

Twice we have beat them, Nennius, scattered Enter BONDUCA, Daughters, HENGO, NENNIUS,

them: and Soldiers.

And through their big-boned Germans, on whose Bond. The hardy Romans ? Oh, ye gods of

pikes Britain,

The honour of their actions sits in triumph, The rust of arms, the blushing shame of soldiers ! Made themes for songs to shame them : And a Are these the men, that conquer by inheritance?

woman, The fortune-makers ? these the Julians,

A woman beat them, Nennius; a weak woman,

A woman, beat these Romans !
Enter CARATACH.

Car. So it seems;
That with the sun measure the end of nature, A man would shame to talk so.
Making the world but one Rome, and one Cæsar? Bond. Who's that?
Shame, how they flee ! Cæsar's soft soul dwells Car. I.
in them;

Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes ? Their mothers got them sleeping, Pleasure nursed Car. No, Bonduca; them;

If I grieve, it is the bearing of your fortunes : Their bodies sweat with sweet oils, love's allure. You put too much wind to your sail; discretion ments,

And hardy valour are the twins of honour,

And, nursed together, make a conqueror; As ready, and as full of that I brought,
Divided, but a talker. 'Tis a truth,

(Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant,
That Rome has fled before us twice, and routed; As vigilant, as wise, to do and suffer,
A truth we ought to crown the gods for, lady, Ever advanced as forward as the Britons,
And not our tongues; a truth is none of ours, Their sleeps as short, their hopes as high as ours,
Nor in our ends, more than the noble bearing; Ay, and as subtle, lady. 'Tis dishonour,
For then it leaves to be a virtue, lady,

And, followed, will be impudence, Bonduca, And we, that have been victors, beat ourselves, And grow to no belief, to taint these Romans. When we insult upon our honour's subject. Have not I seen the BritonsBond. My valiant cousin, is it foul to say

Bond. What? What liberty and honour bid us do,

Car. Disheartened, And what the gods allow us ?

Run, run, Bonduca ! not the quick rack swifter; Car. No, Bonduca :

The virgin from the hated ravisher So what we say exceed not what we do.

Not half so fearful; not a flight drawn home, You call the Romans fearful, fleeing Romans, A round stone from a sling, a lover's wish, "And Roman girls, the lees of tainted pleasures:' E'er made that haste, that they have. By the gods, Does this become a doer? are they such? I've seen these Britons, that you magnify, Bond. They are no more.

Run as they would have out-run time, and roaring, Car. Where is your conquest then?

Basely for mercy roaring; the light shadows Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of That in a thought scur o'er the fields of corn, fowers ?

Halted on crutches to them. The beasts with gilt horns waiting for the fire?

Bond. Oh, ye powers, The holy Druides composing songs

What scandals do I suffer ! Of everlasting life to victory?

Car. Yes, Bonduca, Why are these triumphs, lady? for a May-game? I've seen thee run too; and thee, Nennius ; For hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans ? Yea, run apace, both; then, when Penius Is it no more? Shut up your temples, Britons, (The Roman girl!) cut through your armed carts, And let the husbandman redeem his heifers, And drove them headlong on ye, down the hill; Put out our holy fires, no timbrel ring,

Then, when he hunted ye like Britain foxes, Let's home and sleep; for such great overthrows More by the scent than sight; then did I see A candle burns too bright a sacrifice,

These valiant and approved men of Britain, A glow-worm's tail too full of flame. Oh, Nen- Like boding owls, creep into tods of ivy, nius,

And hoot their fears to one another nightly. Thou hadst a noble uncle, knew a Roman,

Nen. And what did you then, Caratach? And how to speak him, how to give him weight

Car. I fled too, In both his fortunes.

But not so fast ; your jewel had been lost then, Bond. By the gods, I think

Young Hengo there; he trasht me, Nennius : You doat upon these Romans, Caratach ! For, when your fears out-run him, then stept I, Car. Witness these wounds, I do; they were And in the head of all the Roman fury fairly given:

Took him, and, with my tough belt, to my back I love an enemy; I was born a soldier ; I buckled him; behind him, my sure shield; And he that in the head'on's troop defies me, And then I followed. If I say I fought Bending my manly body with his sword, Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain, I make a mistress. Yellow-tressed Hymen I lie not, Nennius. Neither had you heard Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy, Me speak this, or ever seen the child more, Than I am married to that man, that wounds me: But that the son of virtue, Penius, And are not all these Roman? Ten struck battles Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, I sucked these honoured scars from, and all Ro- My helm still in my hand (my sword,) my prow man;

Turned to my foe (my face,) he cried out nobly, Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches, Go, Briton, bear thy lion's whelp off safely; (When many a frozen storm sung through my Thy manly sword has ransomed thee; grow strong, cuirass,

And let me meet thee once again in arms; And made it doubtful, whether that or I Then, if thou stand'st, thou art mine.' I took his Were the more stubborn metal) have I wrought

offer, through,

And here I am to honour him. And all to try these Romans. Ten times a-night Bond. Oh, cousin, I have swam the rivers, when the stars of Rome From what a flight of honour hast thou checked Shot at me as I floated, and the billows Tumbled their watry ruins on my shoulders, What wouldst thou make me, Caratach ? Charging my battered sides with troops of agues ; Car. See, lady, And still to try these Romans, whom I found The noble use of others in our losses. (And, if I lie, my wounds be henceforth back- Does this afflict you? Had the Romans cried this, ward,

And, as we have done theirs, sung out these And be you witness, gods, and all my dangers)

fortunes,

me !

us,

Railed on our base condition, hooted at us, And, lit le sir, when your young bones grow stifMade marks as far as the earth was ours, to

fer, shew us

And when I see you able in a morning Nothing but sea could stop our flights, despised | To beat a dozen boys, and then to breakfast,

I'll tie yoʻi to a sword. And held it equal, whether banquetting

Hengo. And what then, uncle? Or beating of the Britons were more business, Car. Toen you must kill, sir, the next valiant It would have galled you.

Roman,
Bond. Let me think we conquered.

That calls you knave.
Car. Do; but so think, as we may be conquered; Hengo. And must I kill but one?
And, where we have found virtue, though in Car. An hundred, boy, I hope.
those,

Hengo. I hope five hundred.
That came to make us slaves, let's cherish it. Car. That is a noble boy ! Come, worthy lady,
There's not a blow we gave, since Julius landed, Let us to our several charges, and henceforth
That was of strength and worth, but like records, Allow an enemy both weight and worth.
They file to after-ages. Our registers

[Ereunt. The Romans are, for noble deeds of honour; And shall we brand their mentions with upbraid

SCENE II. ings? Bond. No more; I see myself. Thou hast

Enter JUNIUS and PETILLIUS. made me, cousin,

Pet. What ail'st thou, man? dost thou want More than my fortunes durst; for they abused

meat ?
me,

Jun. No.
And wound me up so high, I swelled with glory: Pet. Clothes ?
Thy temperance has cured that tympany,

Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me! And given me health again, nay more,

discretion. Pet. Drink? Shall we have peace ? for now I love these Ro- Jun. You tire me. mans.

Pet. Come, it is drink; I know it is drink. Car. Thy love and hate are both unwise ones, Jun. 'Tis no drink. lady.

Pet. I say, it is drink; for what affliction Bond. Your reason?

Can light so heavy on a soldier, Nen. Is not peace the end of arms ?

To dry him up as thou art, but no drink? Car. Not where the cause implies a general Thou shalt have drink. conquest :

Jun. Prithee, PetilliusHad we a difference with some petty isle,

Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant Or with our neighbours, lady, for our landmarks,

drink : The taking in of some rebellious lord,

Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see, Or making head against some slight commotions, Like a true friend, into thy wants ; 'tis drink; After a day of blood, peace might be argued; And, when I leave thee to a desolation, But where we grapple for the ground we live on, Especially of that dry nature, hang me. The liberty we hold as dear as life,

Jun. Why do you do this to me? The gods we worship, and next those, our ho

Pet. For I see, nours,

Although your modesty would fain conceal it, And with those swords, that know no end of battle: Which sits as sweetly on a soldier Those men, beside themselves, allow no neigh- As an old side-saddle bour;

Jun. What do you see

? Those minds, that where the day is, claim inherit- Pet. I see as fair as day, that thou want'st ance,

drink. And where the sun makes ripe the fruits, their Did I not find thee gaping, like an oyster harvest,

For a new tide? Thy very thoughts lie bare, And where they march, but measure out more Like a low ebb; thy soul, that rid in sack, ground

Lies moored for want of liquor. Do but see To add to Rome, and here i'th' bowels on us; Into thyself; for, by the gods, I do; It must not be. No, as they are our foes, Forall thy body's chapped and cracked liketimber, And those, that must be so, umtil we tire them, For want of moisture: What is it thou want'st Let's use the peace of honour, that's fair dealing,

there, Junius, But in our hands our swords. That hardy Roman, An if it be not drink? That hopes to graft himself into my stock,

Jun. You have too much on't. Must first begin his kindred under-ground, Pet. It may be a whore too. Say it be, come And be allied in ashes.

meecher, Bond. Caratach,

Thou shalt have both; a pretty valiant fellow, As thou hast nobly spoken, shall be done ; Die for a little lap and lechery? And Hengo to thy charge I here deliver ;

Pet. No, it shall ne'er be said in our country, The Romans shall have worthy wars.

Thou diedst of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble Car, They shall :

Roman,

you?

The son of her that loves a soldier,

For officers, and men of action !), Hear what I promised for thee! thus I said: And those so clipt by master mouse, and rotten-Lady, I take thy son to my companion;

(For understand them French beans, where the Lady, I love thy son, thy son loves war,

fruits The war loves danger, danger drink, drink dis- Are ripened like the people, in old tubs), cipline,

For mine own part, I say, I am starved already, Which is society and lechery;

Not worth another bean, consumed to nothing, These two beget commanders : Fear not, lady; Nothing but flesh and bones left, miserable : Thy son shall lead.

Now, if this musty provender can prick me Jun. 'Tis a strange thing, Petillius,

To honourable matters of atchievement, gentleThat so ridiculous and loose a mirth

men, Can master your affections.

Why, there's the point. Pet. Any mirth,

4 Sold. I'll fight no more. And any way, of any subject, Junius,

Pet. You'll hang then ; Is better than unmanly mustiness.

A sovereign help for hunger. Ye eating rascals, What harm is in drink? in a good wholesome Whose gods are beef and brewis! whose brave wench?

angers I do beseech you, sir, what error? Yet Do execution upon these, and chibbals ! It cannot out of my head handsomely,

Ye dog's heads in the porridge-pot ! ye fight no But thou wouldst fain be drunk: come, no more

more! fooling;

Does Rome depend upon your resolution
The general has new wine, new come over. For eating mouldy pye-crust?

Jun. He must have new acquaintance for it too, 3 Sold. Would we had it!
For I will none, I thank ye.

Judas. I may do service, captain.
Pet. * None, I thank you ?

Pet. In a fish-market. A short and touchy answer! • None, I thank You, corporal Curry-comb, what will your fight

ing You do not scorn it, do you?

Profit the commonwealth ? do you hope to triJan. Gods defend, sir!

umph? I owe him still more honour.

Or dare your vamping valour, goodman Cobler, Pet. * None, I thank you !'

Clap a new sole to th' kingdom? 'Sdeath, ye No company, no drink, no wench, “I thank you?

dog-whelps, You shall be worse entreated, sir.

You fight, or not fight? Jun. Petillius,

Judus. Captain ! As thou art honest, leave me !

Pet. Out, ye flesh-flies ! Pet. * None, I thank you?'

Nothing but noise and nastiness!
A modest and a decent resolution,

Judus. Give us meat,
And well put on. Yes; I will leave you, Junius, Whereby we may do.
And leave you to the boys, that very shortly Pet. Whereby hangs your valour.
Shall all salute you, by your new sirname, Judus. Good bits afford good blows.
Of Junius “ None I thank you.' I would starve Pet. A good position;
now,

How long is't since thou eatest last? Wipe thy Hang, drown, despair, deserve the forks, lie open

mouth, To all the dangerous passes of a wench, And then tell truth. Bound to believe her tears, wed her aches,

Judas. I have not eat to th' purpose Ere I would own thy follies. I have found you, Pet. To th' purpose!' what is that? half a Your lays, an:) out-leaps, Junius, haunts, and cow and garlic ?

Ye rogues, my company eat turf, and talk not; I have viewed you, and I have found you, by my Timber they can digest, and fight upon it; skill,

Old mats, and mud with spoons, rare meats. To be a fool of the first head, Junius,

Your shoes, slaves; And I will hunt you: You are in love, I know it; Dare ye cry out for hunger, and those extant? You are an ass, and all the camp shall know it; Suck your sword-hilts, ye slaves; if ye be valiant, A peevish idle boy, your dame shall know it; Honour will make them marchpane. •To the A wronger of my care, yourself shall know it.

purpose? Enter JUDAS and four Soldiers.

A grievous penance ! Dost thou see that gentle

man, Judas . A bean? a princely diet, a full banquet, That melancholy monsieur?

Jun. Pray you, Petillius ! 1 Sold. Fight like hogs for acorns ?

Pet. He has not eat these three weeks. 2 Sold. Venture our lives for pig-nuts?

2 Sold. He has drunk the more then. Pel. What ail these rascals?

3 Sold. And that is all one. 3 Sold. If this hold, we are starved.

Pet. Nor drunk nor slept these two months. Judas. For my part, friends,

Judas. Captain, we do beseech you, as poor Which is but twenty beans a day (a hard world

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