The youngest daughter to the queen entreats you Judas. I rest her humble servant; Commend me to thy lady. Keep your files, boys. Serv. I must instruct you further. Judas. Keep your files there! Be damned! thou knock his brains out? thou | Order, sweet friends; faces about now. Hengo. Thou darest as well skin of man? Uncle, I will not hear this. Judas. Tie up your whelp. a sword Judas. Bless the founders, I say! Hengo. Thou kill my uncle? 'Would I had but Fairly, good soldiers, fairly! march now; close, For thy sake, thou dried dog! Car. What a mettle This little vermin carries! Hengo. Kill mine uncle? Car. He shall not, child. Hengo. He cannot; he is a rogue, An only cating rogue! kill my sweet uncle? Judas. By this wine, which I Will drink to captain Junius, who loves The queen's most excellent majesty's little daugh ter Most sweetly, and most fearfully, I'll do it. Hengo. Uncle, I'll kill him with a great pin. Car. No more, boy! I'll pledge thy captain. To ye all, good fellows! 2 Daugh. In love with me? that love shall cost your lives all. Come, sister, and advise me; I have here Car. Let's see you sweat, 1 Sold. Hark you, Judas; If he should hang us after all this? Judas. Let him: boys! SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Enter SUETONIUS, PETILLIUS, DEMETRIUS, DECIUS, and MACER. Suet. Bid me be wise, and keep me where I am, And so be safe? not come, because commanded? Was it not thus? Macer. It was, sir. Pet. What now think you? Suet. Must come so heinous to him, so distasteful? Pet. Give me my money. Dem. I confess 'tis due, sir, And presently I'll pay it. Suet. His obedience So blind at his years and experience, The regiment was willing, and advanced too, The captains at all points steeled up; their pre parations Full of resolve and confidence; youth and fire, To them was odds, and odds so infinite, Suet. Well, Penius, I cannot think thee coward yet; and treacherous I dare not think; thou hast lopt a limb off from me; And let it be thy glory, thou was stubborn, Suet. No, by no means; he's a torrent We cannot easily stem. Pet. I think, a traitor. Suct. No ill words! let his own shame first re vile him. That wine I have, sce it, Demetrius, Distributed amongst the soldiers, To make them high and lusty; when that's done, Are your starved people yet come home? Suet. Keep them in more obedience: This is no time To chide, I could be angry else, and say more to Manet DECIUS. Enter JUDAS and his company. Judas. Captain, captain, I've brought them off again; The drunkennest slaves! Dec. Pox confound your rogueships! I'll call the general, and have ye hanged all. That are the ringleader to these devices, Whose maw is never crammed, I'll have an engine Judas. A wench, sweet captain. Dec. Sweet Judas, even the forks, Where you shall have two lictors, with two whips, Hammer your hide. Judas. Captain, good words, fair words, Sweet words, good captain; if you like not us, Farewell! we have employment. Dec. Where hast thou been? Judas. There, where you dare not be, with all your valour, Dec. Where's that? Judas. I think will do all; I cannot tell; I think so. Dec. How! to Junius? I'll more enquire of this. You'll fight now? Take heed of promise, captain! Dec. Away, and rank then. Judas. But, hark you, captain; there is wine distributing; I would fain know what share I have. You have too much. Judas. Captain, no wine, no fighting: If you'll be ruled now, and do well- Dec. You shall have wine, or any thing. Go file; I'll see you have your share. Drag out your dor mice, And stow them somewhere, where they may sleep handsomely; They'll hear a hunts-up shortly. Dec. Deserve them not then. Judas. Arm, arm, bullies! All's right again and straight; and, which is more, More wine, more wine. Awake, ye men of Memphis! Be sober and discreet; we've much to do, boys. [Exeunt. SCENE I. Enter a Messenger. ACT III. 2 Daugh. See, Heaven, And all you powers that guide us, see and shame, Mess. Prepare there for the sacrifice! the Since 'tis no light oblation, that you look for, Unroot, and reel to ruin! 1 Daugh. Oh, thou god, Thou feared god, if ever to thy justice Insulting wrongs, and ravishments of women, (Women derived from thee) their shames, the :sufferings Of those that daily filled thy sacrifice With virgin incense, have access, now hear me ! Now snatch thy thunder up, now on these Roinans, Despisers of thy power, of us defacers; Bond. Give more incense! The gods are deaf and drowsy, no happy flame Rises to raise our thoughts. Pour on. No incense-offering, will I hang mine eyes; And all her miseries; yet see, and save us! [A smoke from the altar. Oh, sister, our dishonours! Can ye be gods, And these sins smothered? · Bond. The fire takes. Car. It does so, But no flame rises. Cease your fretful prayers, Give us this day good hearts, good enemies, Good blows of both sides, wounds, that fear or flight Can claim no share in; steel us both with angers Thy little Britain, but as great in fortune, Reward with honour; who despair makes fly, Bond. It flames out. [A flame rises Music. [Song Car. He has given us leave to fight yet; we ask no more; The rest hangs on our resolutions: Bond. I would know further, cousin. Car. His hidden meaning dwells in our endea vours, Our valours are our best gods. Chear the soldier, And let him eat. Mes. He is at it, sir. Car. Away then; When he has done, let us march. Come, fear not, lady; This day the Roman gains no more ground here, But what his body lies in. Bond. Now I am confident. [Exeunt. Recorders. SCENE II. Enter JUNIUS, CURIUS, and DECIUS. Dec. We dare not hazard it; beside our lives, It forfeits all our understandings. Jun. Gentlemen, Can ye forsake me in so just a service, A service for the commonwealth, for honour? If there be any safety in the circumstance, Cur. Willingly. Jun. Now mark it. Cur. [reading.] "Health to thy heart, my honoured Junius, All thy love requited! I am thine, Both of myself and fortune this blessed day For I beheld your danger like a lover, Cur. This letter carries much belief, and most objections Answered, we must have doubted. Dec. Is that fellow Come to you for a guide yet? Jun. Yes. Dec. And examined? He vows he knows no more than this truth, Dec. Strange! Cur. If she mean what she writes, as it may Twill be the happiest vantage we can lean to. Then if your confidence grow stronger on you, Jun. Nobly done! I thank ye. Ye know the time. Cur. We will be either ready To give you present counsel, or join with you. Enter SUETONIUS, PETILLIUS, DEMETRIUS, and MACER. Jun. No more, as ye are gentlemen. The general ! Suet. Draw out apace; the enemy waits for us. Are ye all ready? Jun. All our troops attend, sir. Suet. I am glad to hear you say so, Junius; I hope you are dispossessed. Jun. I hope so too, sir. Suet. Continue so. And, gentlemen, to you now ! To bid you fight is needless; ye are Romans; mories Jun. Far more than that; he has felt tortures, And hugs not in his arms the noble danger, vet VOL. I. May he die fameless and forgot! N Car. Very likely; He shews no less than general. See how bravely We shall have bloody crowns this day, I see by it. No place but lined alike, sure from oppression! They will not change this figure; we must charge them, And charge them home at both ends, van and rear; [Drums in another place afar off. They never totter else. I hear our music, And must attend it: Hold, good sword, but this day, And bite hard, where I hound thee! and here after I'll make a relic of thee, for young soldiers Enter JUNIUS, CURIUS, and DECIUS. Cur. I think it is true. Jun. Alas, if it were a question, If any doubt or hazard fell into it, Do ye think mine own discretion so self-blind, My care of ye so naked, to run headlong? Dec. Let us take Petillius with us! Jun. By no means; He is never wise but to himself, nor courteous, But where the end is his own: we are strong enough, If not too many. Behind yonder hill, Cur. I would venture. Jun. We shall not strike five blows for it. The general good may come. But with what doubt Jun. Fear not; my soul for all! [Exeunt. Alarms, drums and trumpets in several places afar off, as at a main battle. SCENE V. Enter DRUSIUS and PENIUS above. Drus. Here you may see them all, sir; from this hill The country shews off level. Pen. Gods defend me, What multitudes they are, what infinites! Hark, how they shout to the battle! how the air (Oh, gods!) of all sides, fearfully. Stand but this growing hydra one short hour, Drus. The dust Hides them; we cannot see what follows. Gone, swallowed, Drusius; this eternal sun Drus. Oh, turn this way, And see a model of the field! some forty, Pen. Well fought, bravely followed! They seem to carry it. Now they charge all; |