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The closest way through the woods; we'll keep The noble dead. Come, let's go burn the body.

(Ereunt all but PETILLIUS. Guide. I will, sir: Half a furlong more you'll Pet. The regiment given from me ? disgraced openly?

Within the sight o'th' rock. Keep on the left In love too with a trifle to abuse me?

side; A merry world, a fine world ! served seven years You'll be discovered else: I'll lodge your comTo be an ass o’both sides ? sweet Petillius,

panies
You have brought your hogs to a fine market ! In the wild vines beyond ye.
you are wise, sir,

Dec. Do you mark him?
Your honourable brain-pan full of crotchets, Jun. Yes, and am sorry for him.
An understanding gentleman; your projects

Pet. Junius,
Cast with assurance ever! Wouldst not thou now Pray let me speak two words with you.
Be banged about the pate, Petillius?

Jun. Walk afore;
Answer to that, sweet soldier ! surely, surely,

I'll overtake you straight. I think you would ; pulled by the nose, kicked? Dec, I will.

(Esit. hang thee,

Jun. Now, captain?
Thou art the arrant'st rascal ! Trust thy wisdom Pet. You have oft told me, you have loved men
With any thing of weight? the wind with feathers!

Junius.
Out, you blind puppy! you command ? you go Jun. Most sure I told you truth then.

Pet. And that love
Dig for a groat a day, or serve a swine-herd, Should not deny me any honest thing.
Too noble for thy nature too !-I must up;

Jun. It shall not.
But what I shall do there, let time discover. Pet. Dare you swear it?

[Erit. I have forgot all passages between us

That have been ill, forgiven too; forget you. SCENE III.

Jun. What would this man have ?-By the

gods, I do, sir, Enter MACER and JUDAS, with meat and a bottle. So it be fit to grant you. Macer. Hang it on the side of the rock, as Pet. 'Tis most honest. though the Britons

Jun. Why, then I'll do it.
Stole hither to relieve him: Who first ventures Pet. Kill me.
To fetch it off, is ours. I cannot see him.

Jun. How!
Judas. He lies close in a hole above, I know it, Pet. Pray kill me.
Gnawing upon
his anger. Ha! no; 'tis not he.

Jun. Kill you ?
Macer. 'Tis but the shaking of the boughs. Pet. Ay, kill me quickly, suddenly;
Judas. Pox shake them!

Now kill me.
I'm sure they shake me soundly. There !

Jun. On what reason? You amaze me! Macer. 'Tis nothing.

Pet. If you do love me, kill me; ask me not Judas. Make no noise; if he stir, a deadly tem

why: pest

I would be killed, and by you. Of huge stones falls upon's. 'Tis done! away, Jun. Mercy on me! close !

(Exeunt. What ails this man ? Petillius !

Pet. Pray you dispatch me;
Enter CARATACH.

You are not safe, whilst I live: I am dangerous, Car. Sleep still, sleep sweetly, child ; 'tis all Troubled extremely, even to mischief, Junius, thou feedest on.

An enemy to all good men. Fear not; 'tis jusNo gentle Briton near, no valiant charity, To bring thee food ? Poor knave, thou’rt sick, I shall kill you else. extreme sick,

Jun. Tell me but the cause, Almost grown wild for meat; and yet thy good. And I will do it.

Pet. I am disgraced, my service Will not confess, nor shew it. All the woods Slighted and unrewarded by the general, Are double lined with soldiers; no way left us My hopes left wild and naked; besides these, To make a noble 'scape. I'll sit down by thee, I am grown ridiculous, an ass, a folly, And, when thou wakest, either get meat to save

I dare not trust myself with: Prithee, kill me !

Jun. All these may be redeemed as easily Or lose my life i'th' purchase; good gods com. As you would heal your finger. fort thee!

Pet. Nay

Jun. Stay, I'll do it;
SCENE IV.

You shall not need your anger. But first, Petillius,

You shall unarm yourself; I dare not trust Enter JUNIUS, DECIUS, PETILLIUS, and Guide. A man so bent to mischief. Guide. You are not far off now, sir,

Pet. There's my sword Jun. Draw the companies

And do it handsomely.

tice;

ness

thee,

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Jun. Yes, I will kill you,

And now, come 'on, a new man: Virtue guide Believe that certain; but first I'll lay before you

thee!

[Ertant. The most extreme fool you have played in this,

Enter CARATACH, and HENGO, on the pork. The honour purposed for you, the great honour The general intended you.

Car. Courage, my boy! I have found meat : Pet. How?

Look, Hengo, Jun. And then I'll kill you,

Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, Because you shall die miserable. Know, sir, Has hung a little food and drink: Cheer up, boy; The regiment was given me, but 'till time Do not forsake me now! Called you to do some worthy deed, might stop Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle, The peoples' ill thoughts of you for lord Penius, I feel I cannot stay long; yet I'll fetch it, I mean his death. How soon this time's come to To keep your noble life.Uncle, I'm heartyou,

whole, And hasted by Suetonius! Go, says he,

And would live. Junius and Decius, and go thou, Petillius,

Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope. (Distinctly, thou Petillius) and draw up,

Hengo. But my head, uncle! To take stout Caratach; there's the deed pur- Methinks the rock goes round. posed,

Enter MACER and JUDAS.
A deed to take off all faults, of all natures :
And thou, Pelillius, mark it ! there's the honour; Macer. Mark them well, Judas.
And that done, all made even.

Judas. Peace, as you.

love

your life! Pet. Stay!

Hengo. Do not you hear
Jun. No, I'll kill you.

The noise of bells?
He knew thee absolute, and full in soldier, Cur. Of bells, boy? 'Tis thy fancy;
Daring beyond all dangers, found thee out, Alas, thy body's full of wind.
According to the boldness of thy spirit,

Hengo. Methinks, sir,
A subject, such a subject-

They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation Pet. Hark you, Junius !

To some near funeral of state : Nay, weep not, I will live now.

Mine own sweet uncle! you will kill me sooner. Jun. By no means--wooed thy worth,

Car. Oh, my poor chicken! Held thee by the chin up, as thou sunk'st, and Henyo. Fy! faint-hearted, uncle? shewed thee

Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. How honour held her arms out. Come, make Car. I'll go myself, boy. ready,

Hengo. No, as you love me, uncle!
Since

you
will die an ass.

I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it;
Pet. Thou wilt not kill me?

The danger only I desire; pray tie me. Jun. By heaven, but I will, sir. I'll have no Car. I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! man dangerous

Come, child, Live to destroy me afterward. Besides, you have My valiant child ! gotten

Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle, Honour enough; let young men rise now. Nay, And you shall see how like a daw I'll whip it I do perceive too by the general, (which is From all their policies ; for 'tis most certain One main cause you shall die, however he car A Roman train : And you must hold me sure too,

You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, Such a strong doting on you, that I fear

uncle, You shall command in chief; how are we paid We'll be as merry then?

Car. Go, i'th' name of Heaven, boy! Come, if you'll pray, dispatch it.

Hengo. Quick, quick, quick, uncle! I have it. Pet. Is there no way?

Oh! Jun. Not any way to live.

Cur. What ail'st thou ! (JUDAS shoots HENGO. Pet. I will do any thing,

Hengo. Oh, my best uncle, I am slain ! Redeem myself at any price: Good Junius, Cur. I see you, (Car, kills JUDAS with a stone. Let me but die upon the rock, but offer

And heaven direct my hand !-Destruction My life up like a soldier !

Go with thy coward soul! How dost thou, boy? Jun. You will seek then

Oh, villain, pocky villain ! To out-do every man.

Henyo. Oh, uncle, uncle, Pei. Believe it, Junius,

Oh, how it prieks me--am I preserved for You shall go stroke by stroke with me.

this Jun. You'll leave off too,

Extremely pricks me. As you are noble, and a soldier,

Cur. Coward, rascal coward! For ever these mad fancies?

Dogs eat thy flesh! Pet. Dare you trust me?

Hengo. Oh, I bleed hard; I faint too; out By all that's good and honestJun. There's your sword then;

How sick I am! The lean rogue, uncle !

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Car. Look, boy;
I've laid him sure enough.

Enter PETILLIUS and JUNIUS on the rock. Hengo. Have you knocked his brains out ?

Ha! Dare ye, Romans? Ye shall win me bravely. Car. I warrant thee for stirring more: Cheer Thou'rt mine!

(Fight.

Jun. Not yet, sir. Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, Cur. Breathe ye, ye poor Romans, wretched fortune,

And come up all, with all your ancient valours; Must we part thus ? Still I grow sicker, uncle. Like a rough wind I'll shake your souls, and send Car. Heaven look upon this noble child !

themHengo. I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody | Enter SUETONIUS, and all the Roman captains. Romans

Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratach! By all the At my sword's point, to have reveuged my father,

gods, To have beaten them. Oh, hold me hard ! But, As I am soldier, as I envy thee, uncle

I'll use thee like thyself, the valiant Briton. Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall

Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms I draw it?

and honour, Hengo. You draw away my soul, then ; I Thou filler of the world with fame and glory! would live

Jun. Most worthy man, we'll woo thee, be A little longer, (spare me, Heavens !) but only

thy prisoners. To thank you for your tender love! Good uncle, Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour, Good noble uncle, weep not!

That more to me than conquest, that true hapCar. Oh, my chicken,

piness, My dear boy, what shall I lose ?

To be my friend! Hengo. Why, a child,

Car. Oh, Romans, see what here is! That must have died however; had this 'scaped Had this boy livedme,

Suet. For fame's sake, for thy sword's sake, Fever or famine- I was born to die, sir.

As thou desir'st to build thy virtues greater! Car. But thus unblown, my boy?

By all that's excellent in man, and honestHengo. I go the straighter

Car. I do believe. Ye've made me a brave foe; My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you, Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness, When you come, uncle ?

Give this boy honourable earth to lie in! Car. Yes, boy.

Suet. He shall have fitting tuneral. Hengo. And I hope

Cur. I yield then ; We shall enjoy together that great blessedness,

Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies. You told me of.

Pet. Thus we conduct, then, to the arms of Car. Most certain, child.

peace, Hengo. I grow cold;

The wonder of the world ! Mine eyes are going.

Suet. Thus I embrace thee; [Flourish. Car. Lift them up!

And let it be no flattery, that I tell thee, Hengo. Pray for me;

Thou’rt the only soldier! And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, Car. How to thank ye, Think of your little nephew ! Mercy!

I must hereafter find upon your usage. Car. Mercy!

I am for Rome? You blessed angels, take him!

Suet. You must. Hengo. Kiss me! so.

Car. Then Rome shall know Farewell, farewell!

[Dies.

The man, that makes her spring of glory grow Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain!

Suet. Petillius, you have shewn much worth Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and

this day, death,

Redeemed much error; you have my love again; You've done your worst. Fortune, now see, now Preserve it. Junius, with you I make him proudly

Equal in the regiment.
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph: Look, Jun. The elder and the nobler;
Look what thou hast brought this land to. Oh, I will give place, sir.
fair flower,

Suet. You shew a friend's soul.
How lovely yet thy ruins shew, how sweetly March on, and through the camp, in every tongue,
Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven, The virtues of great Caratach be sung!
The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee !

(Ereunt,

THE

FALSE ONE.

BY

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

PROLOGUE.

New titles warrant not a play for new,

Those who penn'd this, for barrenness, when they The subject being old; and 'tis as true,

find Fresh and neat matter may with ease be fram'd Young Cleopatra here, and her great mind Out of their stories, that have oft been nam'd Express’d to th' height, with us a maid, and free; With glory on the stage: What borrows he And how she rated her virginity: From him that wrote old Priam's tragedy, We treat not of what boldness she did die, That writes his love to Hecuba ? Sure, to tell Nor of her fatal love to Antony. Of Cæsar's amorous heats, and how he fell What we present and offer to your view, I th’ Capitol, can never be the same

Upon their faiths, the stage yet never know. To the judicious: Nor will such blame

Let reasons then first to your wills give laws,
And after judge of them, and of their cause.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

SCEVA, a free speaker, also captain to Cæsar. MEN.

Three lame soldiers. JULIUS CÆSAR, emperor of Rome.

Guard. PTOLOMY, king of Egypt.

Servants. ACHOREUS, an honest counsellor, priest of Isis.

WOMEN,
PHOTINUS, a politician, minion to Ptolomy.
ACHILLAS, captain of the guard to Ptolomy. CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt. Cæsar's mistress
SEPTIMIUS, a revolted Roman villain.

ARSINOE, Cleopatra's sister.
LABIENUS, a Roman soldier, and nuncio. Eros, Cleopatra's waiting woman.
APOLLODORUS, guardian to Cleopatra.
ANTONY,
DOLLABELLA,
} Casar's captains.

SCENE,- Egypt.

ACT I.

The liberty of a man, that still would be
SCENE I.

A friend to justice, to demand the motives,

That did induce young Ptolomy, or Photinus, Enter ACHILLAS and ACHOREUS.

(To whose directions he gives up himself, Achor. I love the king, nor do dispute his And I hope wisely) to commit his sister, power,

The princess Cleopatra-If I said For that is not confined, nor to be censured The queen, Achillas, 'twere, I hope, no treasons By me, that am his subject; yet allow me She being by her father's testament

Whose memory I bow to) left co-heir

Hems in the greater number. His whole troops In all he stood possessed of.

Exceed not twenty thousand, but old soldiers, Achil. 'Tis confessed,

Fleshed in the spoils of Germany and France, My good Achoreus, that, in these eastern king. Inured to his command, and only know doms,

To fight and overcome: And though that famine Women are not exempted from the sceptre, . Reigns in his camp, compelling them to taste But claim a privilege equal to the male;

Bread made of roots, forbid the use of man, But how much such divisions have ta'en from (Which they, with scorn, threw into Pompey's The majesty of Egypt, and what factions

camp, Have sprung from those partitions, to the ruin As in derision of his delicates) Of the poor subject, doubtful which to follow, Or corn not yet half ripe, and that a banquet ; We have too many and too sad examples : They still besiege him, being ambitious only Therefore the wise Photinus, to prevent

To come to blows, and let their swords determine The murders, and the massacres, that attend Who hath the better cause. On disunited government, and to shew The king without a partner, in full splendour,

Enter SEPTIMIUS. Thought it convenient the fair Cleopatra

Achor. May victory (An attribute not frequent in this climate) Attend on it, where'er it is. Should be committed to safe custody,

Achil. We every hour In which she is attended like her birth,

Expect to hear the issue. Until her beauty, or her royal dower,

Sept. Save my good lords ! Hath found her out a husband.

By Isis and Osiris, whom you worship, Achor. How this may

And the four hundred gods and goddesses, Stand with the rules of policy, I know not; Adored in Rome, I am your honours' servant. Most sure I am, it holds no correspondence Achor. Truth needs, Septimius, no oaths, With the rites of Egypt, or the laws of nature. Achil. You're cruel ; But, grant that Cleopatra can sit down

If you deny him swearing, you take from him With this disgrace, though insupportable, Three full parts of his language. Can you imagine, that Rome's glorious senate, Sept. Your honour's bitter. To whose charge, by the will of the dead king, Confound me, where I love, I cannot say it, This government was delivered, or great Pompey, But I must swear it: Yet such is my ill fortune, That is appointed Cleopatra's guardian,

Nor vows nor protestations win belief;
As well as Ptolomy's, will e'er approve

I think, (and I can find no other reason)
Of this rash counsel, their consent not sought for, Because I am a Roman.
That should authorize it?

Achor. No, Septimius ?
Achil. The civil war,

To be a Roman were an honour to you, In which the Roman empire is embarked Did not your manners and your life take from it, On a rough sea of danger, does exact

And cry aloud, that from Rome you bring nothing Their whole care to preserve themselves, and But Roman vices, which you would plant here, gives them

But no seed of her virtues. No vacant time to think of what we do,

Sept. With your reverence, Which hardly can concern them.

I am too old to learn. Achor. What's your opinion

Achor. Any thing honest; Of the success? I have heard, in multitudes That I believe without an oath. Of soldiers, and all glorious pomp of war,

Sept. I fear Pompey is much superior.

Your lordship has slept ill to-night, and that Achil. I could give you

Invites this sad discourse ; 'twill make you old A catalogue of all the several nations,

Before your time. Oh, these virtuous morals, From whence he drew his powers; but that were And old religious principles, that fool us ! tedious.

I've brought you a new song will make you laugh, They have rich arms, are ten to one in number, Though you were at your prayers. Which makes them think the day already won ; Achor. What is the subject? And Pompey being master of the sea,

Be free, Septimius. Such plenty of all delicates are brought in, Sept. 'Tis a catalogue As if the place, on which they are entrenched, Of all the gamesters of the court and city, Were not a camp of soldiers, but Rome, Which lord lies with that lady, and what gallant In which Lucullus and Apicius joined

Sports with that merchant's wife; and does relate To make a public feast. They at Dirachium Who sells her honour for a diamond, Fought with success; but knew not to make use Who for a tissue robe; whose husband's jealous, of

And who so kind, that, to share with his wife, Fortune's fair offer : So much, I have heard, Will make the match himself: Harmless conceits, Cæsar himself confessed.

Though fools say they are dangerous.

I
Achor. Where are they now?

The last night, at my lord Photinus' table,
Achil. In Thessaly, near the Pharsalian plains; Achor. How? as a fiddler?
Where Cæsar, with a handful of his men,

Sept. No, sir, as a guest,
VOL. I.

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