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And bids thee live? Art thou above thy foemen,
Enter KING, ARETHUSA, GALATEA, MEGRA, Of royal blood shall be abroach, a-tilt,
CLEREMONT, Dion, THRASILINE, BELLARIO,
and attendants. And run even to the lees of honour.
Phi. Hold, and be satisfied: I am myself; King. Is it appeased ? Free as my thoughts are: by the gods, I am. Dion. Sir, all is quiet as the dead of night,
Cap. Art thou the dainty darling of the king? As peaceable as sleep. My lord Philaster Art thou the Hylas to our Hercules ?
Brings on the prince himself. Do the lords bow, and the regarded scarlets King. Kind gentleman ! Kiss their gummed golls, and cry, 'we are your I will not break the least word I have given servants ?'
In promise to him: I have heaped a world Is the court navigable, and the presence stuck Of grief upon his head, which yet I hope With flags of friendship? If not, we are thy To wash away.
castle, And this man sleeps.
Enter PhilASTER and PHARAMOND.
King. My son !
Such virtue mine! Now thou art in mine arms,
grief, Perpetual 'prisonment, cold, hunger, sickness That I have wronged thee, and as much of joy Of all sorts, of all dangers, and all together, That I repent it, issue from mine eyes: The worst company of the worst men, madness, Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take age,
her; To be as many creatures as a woman,
She is thy right too; and forget to urge And do as all they do; nay, to despair ;
My vexed soul with that I did before. But I would rather make it a new nature,
Phi. Sir, it is blotted from my memory, And live with all those, than endure one hour Past and forgotten. For you, prince of Spain, Amongst these wild dogs.
Whom I have thus redeemed, you have full leave Phi. I do pity you.-Friends, discharge your To make an honourable voyage home. fears ;
And if you would go
furnished to your realın Deliver me the prince: I'll warrant you, With fair provision, I do see a lady, I shall be old enough to find my safety.
Methinks, would gladly bear you company: 3 Cit. Good sir, take heed he does not hurt How like you this piece? you:
Meg. Sir, he likes it well; He's a fierce man, I can tell you, sir.
For he hath tried it, and found it worth Cap. Prince, by your leave, I'll have a sur His princely liking. We were ta’en a-bed. cingle,
I know your meaning, I am not the first And mail you like a hawk,
[He slirs. That nature taught to seek a fellow forth: Phi. Away, away; there is no danger in him: Can shame remain perpetually in me, Alas, he had rather sleep to shake his fit off. And not in others? or, have princes salves, Look ye, friends, how gently he leads. Upon my To cure ill names, that meaner people want? word,
Phi. What mean you? He's tame enough, he needs no further watch Meg. You must get another ship, ing.
To bear the princess and the boy together. Good my friends, go to your houses,
Dion. How now? And by me have your pardons, and my love; Meg. Others took me, and I took her and him And know, there shall be nothing in my power At that all women may be ta’en some time. You may deserve, but you shall have your ship us all four, my lord; we can endure wishes.
Weather and wind alike. To give you more thanks were to flatter you. King. Clear thou thyself, or know not me for Continue still your love; and, for an earnest,
Are. This earth, how false it is! What means All. Long may'st thou live, brave prince! brave
is left prince!
For me to clear myself? It lies in your belief.
[ Er. PHI. and PHA. My lords, believe me; and let all things else Cap. Thou art the king of courtesy !
Struggle together to dishonour me. Fall off again, my sweet youths. Come, and every Bel. Oh, stop your ears, great king, that I may man trace to his house again, and hang his pewter up; then to the tavern, and bring your wives As freedom would; then I will call this lady in muffs. We will have music; and the red As base as be her actions! hear me, sir. grape shall make us dance, and rise, boys. Believe your heated blood, when it rebels
(Exeunt. | Against your reason, sooner than this lady.
Meg. By this good light, he bears it hand- | In court, of one Euphrasia, a lady,
And daughter to you ; betwixt whom and me,
In holy pilgrimage, move to the king,
Dion. But thou speakest
As like Euphrasia, as thou dost look.
How came it to thy knowledge, that she lives
Bel. I know it not, my lord ;
But I have heard it; and do scarce believe it.
Dion. Oh, my shame! 'Is't possible? Draw
That I may gaze upon thee. Art thou she,
Dion. What's thy name?
Now I do know thee. Oh, that thou hadst died,
E’er call thee daughter more?
Bel. 'Would I had died indeed! I wish it too : 1
What I have told, but that there was no means
The princess is all clear.
King. What liave you done?
Dion. All is discovered.
Phi. Why then hold you me?
(He offers to stab himself.
King. Stay him.
Are. What is discovered?
It is a woman ; let her speak the rest.
Phi. How? that again !
Dion. It is a woman.
Phi. Blessed be you powers, that favour inno-
King. Lay hold upon that lady.
It is a woman! Arethusa, take
My soul into thy breast, that would be gone
It is a woman! thou art fair,
And virtuous still to ages, in despite of malice.
Dion. I dare accuse none; but, before you two,
The virtue of our age, I bend my knee
Phi. Take it freely; for, I know,
Though what thou didst were indiscreetly done,
'Twas meant well.
Are. And for me,
As any man has power to wrong me.
Cle. Noble and worthy !
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,
Are. And I, Philaster,
Dressed like a page to serve you; nor will I
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 singiug! 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; Reinember, '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 made 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 annes, Wbere first you took me up.
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, general 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.
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
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 !
Car. So it seems;
Bond. Cousin, do you grieve my fortunes ?
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,
(Which was not fear, nor flight) as valiant,
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 Britons
Bond. 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 haveout-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, Xowers ?
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 slecp; 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
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
me! 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)