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Railed on our base condition, hooted at us, And, lit le sir, when your young bones grow stif-
And when I see you able ia a morning
I'll tie yo'l to a sword.
Hengo. And what then, uncle?
That calls you knave.
Hengo. I hope five hundred.
Enter JUNIUS and PETILLIUS.
Pet. What ail'st thou, man? dost thou want More than my fortunes durst; for they abused
Jun. Neither. For heaven's love, leave me!
Pet. Come, it is drink; I know it is drink.
it is drink; for what affliction
Can light so heavy on a soldier,
To dry him up as thou art, but no drink?
Jun. Prithec, Petillius-
Pet. And, by mine honour, much drink, valiant
Never tell me, thou shalt have drink. I see,
Jun. Why do you do this to me?
Although your modesty would fain conceal it,
Jun. What do you see?
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
Jun. You have too much on't.
Thou shalt have both; a pretty valiant fellow,
Pet. No, it shall ne'er be said in our country,
Thou diedst of the chin-cough. Hear, thou noble Car. They shail :
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 rottenLady, 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
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.
Judus. I may do service, captain. Pet. “None, I thank you?'
Pet. In a fish-market.
ing You do not scorn it, do you?
Profit the commonwealth ? do you hope to triJun. 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-fies ! Pet. * None, I thank you?'
Nothing but noise and nastiness! A modest and a decent resolution,
Judas. 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, Judas. 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' purposeEre I would own thy follies. I have found you, Pet. “To th' purpose!' what is that? half a Your lays, and out-leaps, Junius, haunts, and
cow and garlic? lodges:
Ye rogues, my company cat 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 inud 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 inarchpane. "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 ? To what we compass.
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. Pet. 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
Men, that have seen good days, whose mortal sto
SCENE III. machs
Enter SUETONIUS, DEMETRIUS, DECIUS, May sometime feel afflictions. [To JUNIUS.
drum and colours. Jun. This, Petillius, Is not so nobly done.
Suet. Demetrius, is the messenger dispatched Pet. 'Tis common profit ;
To Penius, to command him to bring up
Suet. And are the horse well viewed, we Will feed you up as fat as hens i'th' foreheads,
brought from Mona? And make ye fight like fichoks: to him.
Dec. The troops are full and lusty. Judas. Captain
Suet. Good Petillius, Jun. Do you long to have your throats cut ? Look to those eating rogues, that bawl for victuals, 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 beseech your valour
As deaf as adders to delays: Your clemency Jun. Am I only
Hath made their murmurs, mutinies; nay rebelBecome your sport, Petillius ? Judas. But to render
Now, an they want but mustard, they are in upIn way of general good, in preservation
roars ! 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 Maygames!
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 vict'ry; 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 rows.
To execute that will, let in these losses: Judas. Alas, he lives by love, sir. [Exit JUNIUS. All shall be right again, and as a pine Pet. So he does, sir;
Rent from Oěta by a sweeping tempest, And cannot you do so too? All my company, Jointed again, and made a mast, defies Are now in love ; ne'er think of meat, nor talk Those angry winds, that split him ; so will I, Of what provant is : Ay me's! and hearty hey Pieced to my never-failing strength and fortune, hoes !
Steer through these swelling dangers, plow their Are sallads fit for soldiers. Live by meat ?
prides up, By larding up your bodies? 'tis lewd, and lazy, And bear like thunder through their loudest temAnd shews ye merely mortal, dull, and drives ye
pests. To fight like camels, with baskets at your noses. They keep the field still ? Get ye in love! Ye can whore well enough, Dem. Confident and full. That all the world knows: fast ye into famine, Pet. In such a number, one would swear they Yet ye can crawl like crabs to wenches : hand
grew : somely,
The hills are wooded with their partizans, Fall but in love now, as ye see example,
And all the vallies overgrown with darts, And follow 't but with all your thoughts, proba- As moors are with rank rushes; no ground left us tum,
To charge upon, no room to strike. Say fortune There's so much charge saved, and your hunger's And our endeavours bring us into them, ended.
[Drum afar off. They are so infinite, so ever-springing, Away! I hear the general. Get ye in love all, We shall be killed with killing; of desperate woUp to the ears in love, that I may
men, No more of these rude murmurings; and dis- That neither fear or shame e'er found, the devil creetly
Has ranked amongst them multitudes; say the Carry your stomachs, or I prophesy
men fail, A pickled rope will choke ye. Jog, and talk They'll poison us with their petticoats ; say they not!
They've priests enough to pray us into nothing. Dem. No doubt they dare redeem all.
The day must needs be ours. That the proud
Is infinite in number.better likes me, Dem. The self-same I.
Than if we dealt with squadrons; half her army Pet. And I as free as any;
Shall choke themselves, their own swords dig their As careless of my flesh, of that we call life,
graves. So I may lose it nobly, as indifferent
I'll tell you all my fears; one single valour,
Pet. Ready for all employments,
To-morrow we'll draw out and view the cohorts : Suet. 'Tis true, Petillius,
l'th' mean time, all apply their offices.
Pet. In love, indeed in love, most lamentably Qur swords and manhoods be best counsellors,
loving, Our expeditions, precedents. To win is nothing, To the tune of Queen Dido. Where Reason, Time, and Counsel are our camp Dec. Alas, poor gentleman ! masters;
Suet. 'Twill make him fight the nobler. With But there to bear the field, then to be conquerors,
Pet. The devil's dam, Bonduca's daughter,
Suet. I'm sorry for him : And minds made up for all attempts, dispatch it: But sure his own discretion will reclaim him; Disputing and delay here cool the courage; He mụst deserve our anger else. Good captains, Necessity gives time for doubts ; (things infinite, Apply yourselves in all the pleasing forms According to the spirit they are preached to :) Ye can, unto the soldiers; fire their spirits, Rewards like them, and names for after-ages, And set them fit to run this action; Must steel the soldier, his own shame help to arm Mine own provisions shall be shared amongst
them, And having forced his spirit, ere he cools, 'Till more come in ; tell them, if now they conFling him upon his enemies; sudden and swift,
quer, Like tigers amongst foxes, we must fight for it: The fat of all the kingdom lies before them. Fury must be our fortune; shame, we have lost, Their shames forgot, their honours infinite, Spurs ever in our sides to prick us forward: And want for ever banished. Two days hence, There is no other wisdom nor discretion Our fortunes, and our swords, and gods be for us! Due to this day of ruin, but destruction;
[Ereunt. The soldier's order first, and then his anger.
I bring no lie.
Pen. But, did he say I must come?
Pen. How long is't, Regulus, since I commanded
Reg. About five years, great Penius.
That I'm remembered in no nobler language Pen. Drusius, mark antient wisdom, and you'll But must come up ?
find then, Macer. I do beseech you, sir,
He gave the overthrow that saved his men. Weigh but the time's estate.
I must not go.
Reg. The soldiers are desirous,
Ha ? speak! did you? whose bold will durst atMacer. Sir
Pen. Set me to lead a handful of my men Drawn out? why, who commands, sir! on whose Against an hundred thousand barbarous slaves,
warrant That have marched name by name with Rome's | Durst they advance? best doers?
Reg. I keep mine own obedience. Serve them up some other meat; I'll bring no Drus. 'Tis like the general cause, their love of food
honour, To stop the jaws of all those hungry wolves; Relieving of their wantsMy regiment's mine own. I must, my language ? Pen. Without my knowledge !
Am I no more ? my place but at their pleasures? Enter CURIUS.
Come, who did this? Cur. Penius, where lies the host ?
Drus. By heaven, sir, I am ignorant. Pen. Where fate may find them.
[Drum softly within, then enter Soldiers, Cur. Are they ingirt ?
with drum and colours. Pen, The battle's lost.
Pen. What ! am I grown a shadow ?-Hark! Cur. So soon?
they march. Pen. No; but 'tis lost, because it must be won; I'll know, and will be myself.—Stand! DisobeThe Britons must be victors. Whoe'er saw
dience? A troop of bloody vultures hovering
He, that advances one foot higher, dies for it. About a few corrupted carcases,
Run through the regiment, upon your duties, Let him behold the silly Roman host,
And charge them, on command, beat back again; Girded with millions of fierce Britain's swains, By heaven I'll tithe them all else! With deaths as many as they have had hopes; Reg. We'll do our best. [E.re. Drus. and REG. And then go thither, he that loves his shame! Pen. Back ! cease your bawling drums there! I scorn my life, yet dare not lose my name. I'll beat the tubs about your brains else. Back!
Cur. Do not you hold it a most famous end, Do I speak with less fear than thunder to ye? When both our names and lives are sacrificed Must I stand to beseech ye? Home, home !-Ha! For Rome's encrease?
D'ye stare upon me? Are those minds I moulded, Pen. Yes, Curius; but mark this too:
Those honest valiant tempers I was proud What glory is there, or what lasting fame To be a fellow to, those great discretions Can be to Rome or us, what full example, Made your names feared and honoured, turned When one is smothered with a multitude,
to wildfires ? And crowded in amongst a nameless press? Oh, gods, to disobedience ? Command, farewell ! Honour got out of flint, and on their heads And
ye be witness with me, all things sacred, Whose virtues, like the sun, exhaled all valours I have no share in these mens' shames! March, Must not be lost in mists and fogs of people,
soldiers, Noteless, and out of name, both rude and naked: And seek your own sad ruins ; your old Penius Nor can Rome task us with impossibilities, Dares not behold your murders. Or bid us fight against a flood; we serve her,
1 Sold. Captain ! That she may proudly say she has good soldiers, 2 Sold. Captain ! Not slaves to choke all hazards. Who but fools, 3 Sold. Dear, honoured captain ! That make no difference betwixt certain dying, Pen. Too, too dear-loved soldiers, And dying well, would fling their fames and for- Which made ye weary of me, and heaven yet
knows, Into this Britain gulf, this quicksand ruin, Though in your mutinies, I dare not hate you; That, sinking, swallows us! what noble hand Take your own wills ! 'tis fit your long experience Can find a subject fit for blood there? or what Should now know how to rule yourselves; I sword
wrong ye, Room for his execution ? what air to cool us, In wishing ye to save your lives and credits, But poisoned with their blasting breaths and To keep your necks whole from the axe hangs curses,
o'er ye: Where we lie buried quick above the ground, Alas, I much dishonoured ye; go, seek the BriAnd are with labouring sweat, and breathless pain,
tons, Killed like to slaves, and cannot kill again? And say ye come to glut their sacrifices; Drus. Penius, mark antient wars, and know, But do not say I sent ye. What ye
have been, that then
How excellent in all parts, good, and governed, A captain weighed an hundred thousand men, Is only left of my command, for story;