Fuimus Troes (The True Trojans)

Mercury , conducting the Ghosts of Brennus and Camillus , in compleate armour , and with swords drawne . _MEr. As in the vaults of this big-bellied earth , Are dungeons , whips , and flames , for wicked Ghosts ; So faire Elysian fieldes ; where spotlesse soules Doe bathe themselues in blisse . Among the rest , Two pleasant Groues by two sorts are possest : One by true Louers crown'd with myrtle boughes , Who hand in hand sing Paeans of their ioy : Braue Souldiers hold the second , clad in steele , Whose glittering Armes brighten those gloomy shades , In lieu of Starry lights . From hence I bring A paire of Martiall Impes , By Ioues decree , As sticklers in their Nations enmity . Furious Camillus , and thou Britaine bold Great Brennus , sheath your conquering blades : In vaine You threaten death : For Ghosts may not be slaine . Brenn. From the vnbounded Ocean , and cold climes , Where Charles his wayne circles the Northerne Pole : I first lead out great swarmes of shaggy Gaules , And big-bon'd Britaines . The white-pated Alpes , Where snow and winter dwell , did bow their neckes To our victorious feete : Rome , proudest Rome , We cloath'd in skarlet of patrician blood , And 'bout your Capitoll prauns'd our vaunting steedes , Defended more by Geese , than by your gods . Cam. But I cut short your fury , and my sword Redeem'd the City , making your huge vast trunkes To fat our Crowes , and dung our Latian fields : I turn'd your Torrent to another Coast : And what you quickly woone , you sooner lost . Mer. Leaue these weake brawlings . Now swift time hath spent A Pylian age , and more , since you two breathed , Mirrours of Britaine , and of Roman valour . Loe , now the blacke Emperiall Bird doth claspe Vnder her winges the Continent , and Mars Trampling downe nations with his brazen wheeles , Fights for his Nephewes , and hath once more made Britaines and Romanes meete . To view these deedes I Hermes bring you to this vpper skie ; Where you may wander , and with gastly lookes Incite your Country-men , when night and sleepe Conquer the eyes , when weary bodyes rest , And senses cease : Be Furies in their brest . Neuer two Nations better matcht . For Iove Loues both alike : whence then these armed Bandes ? Mavors for Rome , Neptune for Albion stands . Brenn. Then let warre ope his iawes , as wide as hell , And fright young babes , my Country-folke more sterne Can out-looke Gorgon : Let the Fates transpos'd Hang beaten Flags vp in the victours land : Full dearely will each Pase of ground be sold , Which rated is at deerest Blood , not Gold . What , are their ruin'd Fanes , demolisht Walles So soone forgot ? Doth Allia yet runne cleare ? Or can three hundred Summers slake their feare ? Cam. Arise thou Iulian Starre , whose angry beames Be Heraulds to the North , of warre , and death . Let those blacke Calends be reueng'd ; Those Ghosts , ( Whose mangled sheaths depriv'd of Funerall rites , Made the Sixe hils promise a Cadmus croppe : ) Be expiated with a fiery deluge . Iove rules the Spheares , Rome all the world beside : And shall this little corner be denide ? Merc. Bandy no more these priuate Frownes ; but hast , Fly to your parties , and inrage their mindes : Till at the period of these Broyles , I call , And backe reduce you to grimme Pluto's hall . Exeunt .

Act. 1.

Scen. 1. Duke Nennius , alone . Nenn. Me thinkes I heare Bellona's dreadfull voyce Redoubled from the concave shoares of Gaule : Me thinkes I heare their neighing Steedes , The groanes Of complementall Soules , taking their leaue : And all the dinne and clamorous route , which soundes When falling Kingdomes cracke in fatall flames . Dye Belgickes , Dye like men . Free mindes need have Nought , but the ground they fight on , for their graue : And we are next . Thinke ye the smoaky mist Of Sunne-boyld Seas can stop the Eagles eye ? Or can our watry walles keepe dangers out , Which flye aloft ? That thus we snorting lye , Feeding impostum'd humours , to be launch'd By some out-landish Surgion : As they are now : whose flaming townes , like Beacons , Giue vs faire warning , and euen guild our Spyres , Whilst merrily we warme vs at their Fires . Yet we are next : who charm'd with peace and sloath , Dreame golden dreames . Goe , warlike Britaine , goe , For Olive bough exchange thy Hazell bow : Hang vp thy rusty Helmet , that the Bee May haue a hive , or Spider find a Loome : In steed of souldiers fare , and lodging hard , ( The bare ground being their bed , and table ) lye Smother'd in doune , melting in luxury . In steed of bellowing drumme , and chearefull flute , Be lull'd in Ladyes lap with amorous Lute . But as for Nennius , know , I scorne this calme : The ruddy Planet at my birth bore sway , Sanguine adust my humour ; and wild fire , My ruling Element . Blood , and rage , and choller , Make vp the Temper of a Captaines valour . Exit .

Act. 1. Scen. 2. Iulius Caesar . Comius . Volusenus . Laberius . Souldiers . with Ensigne , A two-neck'd Eagle displayed sable , Drumme , Ancient , Trumpet . A Florish . Caes. Welcome thus farre , Partners of weale and woe , Welcome braue bloods : Now may our weapons sleep , Since Ariovist in cocke-boate basely flies : Vast Germany stands trembling at our bridge : And Gaule lies bleeding in her mothers lap . Once the Pellaean Duke did Eastward march , To rowse the drowsie Sunne , before he rose Adorn'd with Indian rubyes : But the Mayne Bad him retire . He was my Type . This day , We stand on Natures westerne brinke ; Beyond , Nothing but Sea and Skie . Heere is Nil vltra . Democritus make good thy fancy , giue me More worlds to conquer , which may be both seene , And wonne together . But me thinkes I kenne A whitish cloud kissing the waues , or else Some chaulky rockes surmount the barking flood . Comius , your knowledge can correct our eyes . Com. It is the Britaine shoare , which ten leagues hence Displaies her shining clifts vnto your sight . Caes. I 'le hit the white . That Sea-marke for our Shippes , Invites destruction , and giues to our eye A treacherous Becko . Dare but resist : your shoare Shall paint her pale face with red crimson goare . Com. Thus much I know , Great Caesar , that they lent Their secret ayde vnto the neighbour Gaules ; Fostering their fugitiues with friendly care : Which made your victory flye with slower wing . Caes. That 's cause enough . They shall not henceforth range Abroad for Warre , Wee 'l bring Him to their doores : His vgly Idoll shall displace their gods , Their deare Penates , and in desolate streetes Raise trophees high of barbarous bones , whose stench May poyson all the rest . I long to stride This Hellespont , or bridge it with a Navy , Disclosing to our Empire vnknowne Landes , Vntill the Arcticke Starre for Zenith stands . Laber. Then raise the Campe , and strike a dreadfull March , And vnawares poure vengeance on their heads : Be like the winged Bolt of angry Iove . Or chiding Torrent , whose late-risen streame From mountaines bended toppe runnes raging downe , Deflouring all the virgin dales . Caes. First let 's advise ; For soone to ruine come Rash weapons , which lacke counsell graue at home . Laber. What need consulting , where the Cause is plaine ? Caes. The likeliest Cause without regard proues vaine . Laber. Provide for Battaile , but of Truce of word . Caes. Where peace is first refus'd , should come the sword . Laber. But t is vnlike , their selfe-presuming might Will curbed be with termes of Ciuill Right . Caes. T is true : yet so , we stop the peoples cry , When we propose , and they doe peace deny . Wee 'l therefore wise Embassadours dispatch , Parents of Loue , the Harbingers of Leagues , Men that may speake with mildnesse mixt with courage , Hauing quicke feete , broad eyes , short tongues , long eares ; To warne the Brittish Court . And further view the Ports , faddome the Seas , Learne their complotments ; where Invasion may Be soonest intertaind . All this shall lye On Volusene , a Legate , and a Spy . Volus. My care and quicknesse shall deserue this kindnesse . Meane time vnite , and range your scattered troupes . Imbarke your Legions at the Iccian shoare , And teach Erynnis swimme , which crawl'd before . Exeunt .

Act. 1. Scen. 3. Cassibelane , Androgeus , Themantius , Belinus , Attendants . Cassib. Although the peoples voyce constraines me hold This Regall staffe , whose massie waight would bruise Your age and pleasures : yet this , Nephewes , know : Your trouble lesse , your honour is the same , As if you wore the Diademe of this I le . Meane while Androgeus hold vnto your vse Our Lady-City Troynovant , and all The Toll and Tribute of delicious Kent ; Of which each Quarter can maintaine a King . Haue you , Themantius , Cornewalles Dukedome large , Both rich and strong , in mettalles and in men . I must to Verulams fenced towne repaire , And as Protectour for the whole take care . Androg. My heart agrees . Henceforth ye Soveraigne cares , State-mysteries , false graces , iealous feares , The Linings of a Crowne , forsake my Braine : These Territories neither are too wide , To trouble my content ; nor yet too narrow , To feed a Princely traine . Them . All thankes I render : your will shall guide ours , With treble-twisted loue wee 'l striue to make One Soule informe three Bodyes , keeping still The same affections both in good and ill . Now am I for a hunting match . You thickets Shelter a Boare , which spoyles the plough-mans hope : Whose iawes with double sword , whose backe is armd With bristled Pykes ; whose fume inflames the ayre , And fome be-snowes the trampled Corne . This Beast I long to see come smoaking to a feast . Exit . Themant . Enter Rollano . Belin. Heere comes my Belgicke friend , Landoraes seruant : What newes , Rollano , that thy feet so striue To haue precedence of each other ? Speake , I read disturbed passions on thy brow . Roll. My trembling hart quauers vpon my tongue , That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth These sad , strange , sudden , dreary , dismall newes . A Merchants ship arriu'd tells , how the Romane Hauing run Gaule quite through with bloody armes , Prepares for you : His nauy rigg'd in bay , Onely expects a gale : Farther , they say , A pinnace landed , from him brings command , Either to loose your freedome , or your land . Cassib. And dares proud Caesar backe our vn-tam'd surges ? Dreads he not our Sea-monsters ? whose wild shapes Their Theaters neere yet in Picture saw . Come Sirs , To armes , To armes : Let speedy poasts Summon our petty Kings , and muster vp Our valourous nations from the North , and West . Androgeus hast you to the Scots and Pictes , Two Names , which now Albaniaes kingdome share : Entreat their aide , if not for loue , yet feare : For new foes should imprint swift-equall feare Through all the arteries of our I le . Belinus , thy authority must rouse The vulgar troopes within my speciall charge , Fire the Beacons , strike alarums loud , Raise all the countrey gainst this common Foe : Wee 'l soone confront him in his full careere ; This newes more moues my choller , then my feare . Exeunt . Rollano , alone . Roll. I am by birth a Belgicke , whence I fled To Germany , for feare of Romane Armes : But when their bridge brideled the stately Rhine , I soone returnd , And thought to hide my head In this soft Halcyons neast , this Britaine I le . But now , behold , Mars is a nursing heere , And gins to speake aloud . Is no nooke safe from Rome ? doe they still haunt me ? Some peacefull God transport me through the ayre , Beyond cold Thule , or the Sunnes Bed-chamber , Where only Swine or Goates doe liue and raigne . Yet these may fight . Place me , where quiet Peace Hushes all stormes , where sleepe and silence dwell , Where neuer man nor beast did wrong the soyle , Or cropp the First-fruites , Or made so much noyse As with their breath . But foolish thoughts adieu : Now catch I must , or stand , or fall with you . Exit .

Act. 1. Scen. 4. Eulinus , Hirildas . Eul. The Court a wardrobe is of liuing shapes : And Ladies are the tissue-spangled suites , Which Nature weares on festiuall high dayes . The Court a Spring , each Madame is a Rose . The Court is Heauen , faire Ladies are the Starres . Hiril. I , falling Starres . Eul. False Eccho , don't blaspheme that glorious sexe , Whose beautious raies can strike rash gazers blind . Hir. Loue should be blind . Eul. Pray , leaue this Cynicke humour , whilst I sigh My Mistresse praise : Her beauty 's past compare : O would she were more kind , or not so faire . Her modest smiles both curb and kindle loue : The Court is darke without her ; when Shee rises , The morning is her hand-maid , strewing roses About loues Hemispheare : The lampes aboue Eclipse themselues for shame , To see her eies Out-shine their Chrysolites , and more blesse the skies , Than they the Earth — Hir. Giue me her Name . Eul. Her body is a Chrystall cage , whose pure Transparent mould not of grosse elements Compacted , but the extracted Quintessence Of sweetest formes distill'd : where Graces bright Doe liue immur'd , but not exempt from sight . — Hir. I prethee speake her . Eul. Her modell is beyond all Poets braynes , And Painters pencells : All the liuely Nymphes , Syrens , and Dryads , are but kitchin-maydes , If you compare . To frame the like Pandore , The Gods repine , and Nature would grow poore . — Hir. By Loue , who is t ? hath she no mortall Name ? Eul. For heere you find great Iunoes stately front , Palla's gray eie , Venus her dimpled chinne , Auroraes rosie fingers , the small wast Of Ceres daughter , and Medusaes haire , Before it hist: — Hir. O Loue , as deafe , as thou art blind ! Good Eulinus Call home thy soule , and tell thy Mistresse name . Eul. O strange ! what ignorant still ? when as so plainely These Attributes describe her : why ? She is A Rhapsody of Goddesses . The Elyxar Of all their seuerall perfections . She is ( Now blesse your eares ) by mortals called Landora . Hir. What : Landora the Trinobanticke Lady ? How grow your hopes , what mettall is her breast ? Eul. All steele and adamant . T is beauties pride , To staine Her lilly white with blood of Louers slaine . Their groanes make musick , and their scalding sighes Raise a perfume , and vulture-like she gnawes Their bleeding hearts . No gifts , no learned flattery , No stratagems can worke Landoraes battery . As a tall Rocke maintaines maiesticke state , Though Boreas gallop on the tottering seas , And tilting split his froath out spurging waues Vpon his surly breast : So she resists : And all my proiects on her cruell hart , Are but retorted to their Authors smart . Hir. Why then , let scorne succeed thy loue , and brauely Conquer thy selfe , If thou wilt conquer her : Stomackes , with kindnesse cloy'd , Disdaine must stirre . Eul. Most impious thoughts ! O let me rather perish , And louing die , than liuing cease to loue : And when I faint , let her but heare me cry , Aye me , there 's none , which truely loues , but I . Hir. O ye crosse darts of Cupid ! this very Ladie , This Lady-waspe woes me , as thou dost her , With glaunces , iewells , bracelets of her haire , Lasciuious banquets , and most eloquent eies : All which my heart misse-consters as immodest , It being pointed for another Pole . But hence learne courage , Coosse ; why stand you dumbe ? Women are women , and may be ore-come . Eul. Your words are eare-awigges to my vexed braine Like henn-bane iuice , or Aconite diffus'd They strike me senselesse . My kinsman , and Hirildas to my end : But I 'le neere call you Counsellor , or Friend Adieu . Hir. Stay , stay . For now I meane with gentler breath . To waft you to your happy landing place . Seeing this Crocodile pursues me flying , Flyes you pursuing : wee 'l catch her by a tricke : With promise fain'd , I 'le 'point a Cupids stage , But in the night , and secret , and disguizd : Where thou , which art my selfe , shalt act my part ; In Venus games , all Coosning goes for Art . Eul. Blest be these meanes , and happy the Successe . Now gin I reare my creast aboue the Moone , And in those guilded bookes read Leactures of The Faeminine Sexe . There moues Cassiope , Whose garments shine with thirteene pretious stones , Types of as many vertues : Then her Daughter , Whose Beauty without Perseus would haue tam'd The monstrous Fish , glides with a Starry Crowne : Then Iust Asttea kembes her golden haire : And my Landora can become the skies , As well as They . Oh , how my ioyes doe swell ! He mounted not more proud , whose burning Throne Kindled the Cedar-toppes , and quafft whole fountaines . Flye then , ye winged houres , as swift as thought , Or my desires : Let dayes bright Waggoner Fall headlong , and lye buried in the deepe , And dor-mouse-like Alcides night out-sleep . Good Tethys , quench his Beames , that He nere rise , To scorch the Moores , to sucke vp hony-dewes , Or to betray my person . But prethee tell , What Mistresse you adore ? Hir. The kind Cordella , Louing , and Belou'd : Onely some iarre of late about a Fauour Made me inueigh gainst women . Come , away , Our plottes desire the night , not babbling day . Eul. We must giue way : Here come our reuerend Barde To sing in Synode , as their Custome is , With former chance comparing present deedes . Exeunt .

Act. 1. Scen. 5. Chorus of fiue Bardes laureate , foure voyces , and an Harper : Attired . 1. Song . 1. At the Spring Birdes doe sing : Now with high , Then low cry : Flat , acute ; And salute , The Sunne borne , Euery morne . All . Hee s no Bard that cannot sing : The praises of the flowry Spring . 2. Flora Queene All in greene , doth delight To paint white , 3. Woods renew Hunters hue . Shepheards gray Crownd with bay , And to spred Cruell redd , With a blew , Colour true . All . Hee s no bard , &c. With his pipe Care doth wipe , Till he dreame By the streame . All . Hee s no bard , &c. 4. Faithfull loues , Turtle Doues , Sit and bill , On a bill . Country Swaynes On the plaines , Runne and leape , Turne and skip . All . Hee s no bard , &c. 5. Pan doth play Care-away . Fayries small Two foote tall , With caps red On their head Daunce around On the ground . All . Hee s no bard , 6. Phyllis bright Cloath in white , With necke faire , Yellow haire : Rockes doth moue With her loue , And make mild , Tygers wild . All . Hee s no bard that cannot sing , The praises of the flowry spring . 2. Song . Thus spend we time in laughter , While peace and spring doe smile : But I heare a sound of slaughter , Draw neerer to our I le . Leaue then your wonted prattle , The Oaten reed forbeare : For I heare a sound of battell , And Trumpets teare the ayre , Let bag-pipes dye for want of wind , Let Crowd and Harpe be dumbe ; Let little Taber come behind : For I heare the dreadfull drumme . Let no Birds sing , no Lambkins daunce , No fountaines murmuring goe : Let Shepheards crooke be made a launce : For the martiall hornes doe blow . Exeunt .

Act. 2.

Scen. 1. Cassibelane , Cridous , Britael , Guerted , Nennius , Belinus , Eulinus . Volusene following . Cassib. Heauens fauour Cridous faire Albaniaes King : And Britael deckt with the Demetian Crowne : The same to famous Guerted , whose command Embraces woody Ordovickes blacke Hilles . Legate , you may your message now declare . Volus. By me great Caesar greetes the Britaine state : This letter speakes the rest . Cassib. Then read the rest . Volus. Caesar Proconsul of Gallia to Cassibelane King of Britaine . Since Romulus race by will of Ioue , Haue stretcht their Empire wide : From Danowes bankes by Tygris swift , Vnto mount Atlas side : And Provinces and Nations strong . With homage due obey . We wish that you hid in the Sea , Doe likewise tribute pay . Submitting all vnto our willes , For rashly aiding Gaule : And noble Laddes for hostages Make ready at our call . These graunted may our Friendship gaine : Denied shall worke your woe : Now take your choise , whether you 'de find Rome , as a Friend , or Foe . Cassib. Bold mandates are vnwelcome to free Princes . Legate withdraw ; you shall be soone dispatch'd . Exit . Volus . Crid. He writes more like a Victour , than a Foe ; Whose greatnesse risen from subdued nations , Is fastned onely with feare 's slippery knot . Nor can they fight so feirce , for wealth or fame , As we for natiue liberty . With answer rough Bid him defiance . So thinkes Cridous . Guert. Guerted maintaines the same , and on their flesh I 'le write my answer in red Characters . Brit. Thou Rauenous woolfe , Imperious monster Rome , Seuen-headed Hydra ; know , we scorne thy threates : We can oppose thy hils with mounts as high ; And scourge vsurpers with like cruelty . And thus thinkes Britael . Eul. Let Caesar come : Our land doth rust with ease , And wants an obiect , whose resisting power May strike out valarous flashes from her veines . So shadowes giue a Picture life . So flames Grow brighter by a fanning blast . Nor thinke , I am a Courtier , and no Warriour borne : Nor Loue-Obiect : For well my Poet saies , Militat omnis Amans , Each Louer is a Souldier ; I can ioyne Cupids bow , and Mars his Launce . A pewter-coate fits me , as well as silke . It grieues me see , Our Martiall spirits trace The idle streetes , while weapons by their side Dangle and lash their backes , as t' were to vpbraid Their needlesse vse . Nor is it glory small , They set vpon vs last , when their proud Armes Fadome the Land and Seas , and reach both Poles . On then , So great a Foe , so good a cause , Shall make our name more famous . So thinkes Eulinus . Cassib. Then Friends and Princes on this Blade take oath : First to your Country , to reuenge her wrongs : And next to me , as Generall , to be lead With vnity and courage . they kisse the sword . All . The gods blesse Britaine , and Cassibelane . Nenn. Now royall friends , the Heires of mighty Brute : You see , what storme hangs houering ore this land , Ready to poure downe cataclysmes of blood ; Let antient glory then inflame your hearts : Beyond the craggy hilles of grim-fac'd death , Bright honour keepes triumphant Court , and deedes Of martiall men liue there in marble rolles . Death is but Charon to the Fortunate Iles : Porter to Fame . What though the Romane arm'd with forraine spoyle , Behind him lead the conquered world , and hope To sinke our Iland with his Armies waight : Yet we haue gods , and men , and horse , to fight : And we can brauely die . But our iust cause , Your forward loues , and all our people edg'de With Dardane spirit , and the powerfull name Of Country ; Bid vs hope for victory . We haue a world within our selues , whose breast No Forainer hath vn-revenged prest These thousand yeeres . Though Rhine and Rhoane can serue , And enuie Thames his neuer captiue streame : Yet mauger all . If we our selues are true , We may despise , what all the earth can doe . Cassib. Le ts then dismisse the Legate with a frowne : And draw our forces toward the Sea , to ioyne With the foure Kings of Kent , and so affront His first arriuall . But before all , let Our Priests and Druids in their hallowed groues Propitiate the gods , and scanne events By their mysterious Artes . Exeunt .

Act. 2. Scen. 2. Eulinus . Hirildas . Rollano . Hir. Well , so : your tongue 's your own , though drunk or angry . Roll. Vmh . seales his mouth . Hir. Speake not a word vpon your life : Be dumbe . Roll. Vmh . gives him money . Hir. I 'le winch vp thy estate . Be Harpocrates . Roll. Vmh . Hir. Thy fortunes shall be double-guilt . Be midnight . Roll. Vmh . Hir. An excellent instrument to be the Bawd To his deare Lady . — But Rollano , harke : What words , what looks did giue my letter wellcome ? Roll. Vmh . Hir. Nay , now thy silence is ante-dated . Speake . Roll. Vmh . Hir. I giue thee leaue , I say . Speake , Be not foolish . Roll. Then — with your leaue : She vs'd vpon receipt No words , but silent ioy purpell'd her face , And seeing your Name , strait clapt it to her heart , To print there a New Copy : As shee 'd say , The words went by her eyes too long a way . Hir. You told her my Conditions , and my Oath Of silence , and that only you be vs'd . Roll. All , Sir . Hir. And that this night — Roll. I , Sir . Hir. You guard the Doore — Roll. I , Sir . Hir. But I nere meane to come . Roll. No , Sir ? Oh wretch ! Shall I deceiue , when Shee remaines so true ? Hir. No . Thou shalt be true , and She remaine deceiu'd . I 'le lye , and yet I will not lye . My Friend Eulinus in my shape , shall clime her Bed . This is the point . You 'le promise all your ayd . Roll. Your Seruant to Command , and then Reward . Eul. Wee 'll draw thee Meteor-like by our warme fauour Vnto the roofe and feeling of the Court : Wee 'll raise thee ( hold but fast ) on Fortunes ladder . Exit Roll. This Fellow is a Medley of most lewd And vicious qualities : A braggart , yet a coward , A knave , and yet a slave : True to all villany , But false to Goodnesse . Yet now I loue him , Because he stands iust in the way of loue . Hir. Coosse , I commend you to the Cyprian Queene ; Whil'st I attend Diana in the Forrest , My kinsman Mandubrace , and I must try Our Grey-hounds speed after a light-foot hare . Exit Hirild . Eul. O Loue ! whose nerves vnite in aequall bonds This massy frame . Thou Caement of the world : By which the Orbes and Elements agree : By which all Liuing creatures ioy to bee , And dying liue in their Posteritie . Thy holy raptures warme each noble breast , Sweetly inspiring more Soule . Thy delight Surpasses melody , Nectar , and all pleasures Of Tempe , and of Tempe's eldest Sister Elysium : A banquet of all the Senses ! By thy Commanding power , Gods into Beasts , And Men to Gods are chang'd , as Poets say : When Sympathy rules , All like what they obey . But Loue triumphes , when Man and Woman meete In full affection : Double vowes then fill His sacred Shrine . Yet , This to mee denied , More whets my Passion : Mutuall Loue growes cold . Venus , be thou Propitious to my wiles ; And laugh at Louers periuries and guiles . Exit .

Act. 2. Scen. 3. Lantonus . Hulacus . Two Druids , in long robes , hats like Pyramids , branches of Mistletoe . Lant . That Soules immortall are , I easily grant : Their future State distinguisht , Ioy , or Paine , According to the merits of this Life . But then I rather thinke , being free from Prison , And bodily contagion , they subsist In places fit for Immateriall Spirits : Are not transfus'd from Men to beasts , from beasts To men againe : wheel'd round about by change . Hul. And were it not more cruell , to turne out Poore naked Soules stript of warme flesh , like Landlords , Bidding them wander : Then ( forsooth ) imagine Some vnknowne Caue or Coast , whether all the myriads Of soules deceas'd are slipt , and thrust together . Nay , Reason rather sayes : As at one moment , Some dye , and some are borne ; so may their Ghosts , Without more cost , serue the succeeding age : For sure they do'nt weare ; to be cast aside . But enter strait , lesse , or more noble bodies , According to desert of former deedes . The valiant into Lyons , coward mindes Into weake Hares , Th' ambitious into Eagles Soaring aloft ; But the peruerse and peeuish ; Are next indenniz'd into wrinkled Apes : Each vice and vertue wearing seemely shapes . Lant . So you debase the gods most liuely image , The humane Soule , and ranke it with meere Brutes , Whose life of reason void , ends with their sense . Enter Belinus . Bel. Hayle to Heauens priuy Counsellors . The King . Desires your iudgement of these troublesome times . Lant . The gods foretold these mischiefes long agoe , In Eldells raigne , The Earth and Sky were fild With prodigies , strange Sights , and hellish shapes . Sometime two Hostes with fiery launces met , Armour and Horse being heard amid the Cloudes : With Streamers red now march these ayrie Warriours , And then a sable hearse-cloath wrappes vp all : And bloody droppes speckled the grasse , as falling From their deepe-wounded limbes : Whilst staring Comets shooke their flaming haire . Thus all our Warres were acted first on high , And we taught what to looke for . Hul. Nature tunes step-dame to her brood , and dammes Deny their monstrous issue . Saturne ioyn'd In dismall league with Mars portends some change . Late in a groue by night , a voyce was heard To cry aloud , Take heed , more Troianes come . What may be knowne or done , wee 'l search , and helpe , With all religious care . Belin. The King and army doe expect as much : That powers diuine perfum'd with odours sweete , And feasted with the fat of Bulles and Rammes ; Be pleas'd to blesse their plots . Lant . All rites and orizons due , shall be perform'd . Chifely Night's Empresse fourefold Honour craues , Mighty in Heauen , and Hell , in Woods , and Waues . Exit .

Act. 2. Scen. 4. Caesar , Volusene , Laberius . Souldiers . Caes. What land , what people , and what answer ; Show . Volus. We saw a Paradise , whose bosome teemes With siluer oare : whose Seas are pau'd with pearle : The Medowes richly spread with Floraes tapistry : The fields euen wonder at their haruest loades . In Christall streames the scaly nations play , Fring'd all along with trembling poplar trees : The Sun in Summer loath to leaue their sight , Forgets to sleepe , and glauncing makes no Night . Then for the men , Their statures tall and bigge , With blue-stain'd skinnes , and long blacke dangling haire Promise a barbarous fiercenesse . They scarce know , And much lesse feare our Empires might ; but thus Return'd defiance : Cassibelane King of Britaine to Iulius Caesar Proconsul of Gallia . Seeing your Empire 's great . why should it not suffice ? To couet more and more , is Tyrants vsuall guize . To loose what Ioue you gaue , you 'de thinke it but vniust : You haue your answer then : Defend this I le we must ; Which from the world cut of , and free from her first day , Hath Iron more for swords , than Gold for tributes pay . If amity , and like feare , succour to Gaule impartes : Pardon : For this small brooke could not deuide our hearts . We hope the gods will helpe , and fortune backe our Cause , Who take Armes , but to keepe our liues , our Wiues , and Lawes . As you from Troy , so we ; Our pettigree do claime : Why should the branches fight , when as the roote 's the same ? Despise vs not , because the Sea and North vs cloze : Who can no further goe , must turne upon their foes . Thus rudely we conclude : Wage warre , or change your will : We hope to vse a launce , far better than a quill . Caes. I grieue to draw my sword against the stocke Of thrice-renowned Troy : But they are rude , And must be frighted , ere we shall be friends . Then lets aboord , and hoysting sailes conuey Two legions ouer : For I long to view This vnknowne land , and all their fabulous rites ; And gather margarites in my brazen cap. Nature , nor Fates can valourous vertue Stop . Laber. Now Caesar speakes like Caesar : stronger and stronger , Rise like a whirlewind , teare the mountaines pride ; Shake thy brasse harnesse , whose loud clattering may waken Gradivus , where he sleepes on top Of Haemus , lulld with Boreas roaring Base : And put to flight this Nation with the noyse . A Flie is not an Eagles combatant : Nor may a Pygmee with a Gyant striue . Exeunt .

Act. 2. Scen. 5. Cassibelane . Belinus . Comius following . Attendants . Com. Health and good fortune on Cassibelane tend . My loue to you and Britaine , waft me hither , To make attonement , ere the Romane Leader . Bring fire and spoyle and ruine on your heads . No herbe can euer grow , where once he treads . Nothing withstands his force . Be not too hardie , But buy a friend with kindnesse , least you buy His anger dearely . Cassib. Comius , speake no more : He knowes our mind . Com. O let not rage so blind your iudgement , but Preuent with ease the hazzard of a warre , Of warre , a word compos'd of thousand Iles . O be not cruell to your selues . I 'le vndertake Without discredit to appease his wrath , If you 'le cas-sheere your souldiers , and receiue Him like a Guest , not like an Enemie . Cassib. False-hearted Gaule , dar'st thou perswade euen me , For to betray my people to the sword ? Now know I , thou art sent for to sollicite Our Princes to rebell , to learne our strength . Lay hands on him : A Spy . All . A Spy , a spie , a traytour , and a spie . they chaine him . Com. Is this the Guerdon of my louing care ? You breake the lawes of Nature , Nations , Friends : But looke for due reuenge at Caesars hand . Cassi. Expect in prison thy reuenge . Away with him . exit . Com. Belinus , haue you mustered vp our Forces ? Bel. Yes , if it please your Highnesse . Cassib. And what are the particulars ? Bel. First Cridous leades from the Albanian realme , Where Grampiu's ridge deuides the smiling dales , Fiue thousand horse , and twenty thousand foote , Three thousand Chariots man'd . The Brigants come Deckt with blew-painted shields , twelue thousand strong . Vnder the conduct of Demetiaes Prince , March twice three thousand , arm'd with Pelts and Glaues : Whom the Silures flanke , eight thousand stout , Greedy of fight , borne souldiers the first day , Whose gray-goose-winged shafts neere flew in vaine . Then Guerted mounted on a shag-haire steed , Full fifteene thousand brings , both horse and foote , Of desperate Ordovicians , whose vse is To rush halfe naked on their foes , inrag'd With a rude noyse of pipes . Your Prouince bounded with that boyling streame , Where Sabrine louely Damsell lost her breath , And with curld-pated Humber , Neptunes heire : Affoordes eight thousand Carres , with hookes and sithes , And fiftie thousand expert men of warre : All braue Lhoegrians , arm'd with Pike and Speare : Each nation being distinguisht into troopes , With gawdie pennons flickering in the aire . Beside these , Kent is vp in armes , to blunt The edge of their first furious shocke . Cassib. Wee 'l now invite them to a martiall Feast , Caruing with Fauchions , and carowsing healths In their liues moysture . Well return'd Androgens : enter Andr. Haue you obtain'd , or is your suite denied ? Andr. Our message told vnto the Scots , Their King With willing sympathy , leauies a Band , Ten thousand footmen , whose strange appetites Murder , and then deuoure ; and dare gnaw , and suck Their enemies bones . Conducted thence , we saw The Pictish Court , and friendly intertain'd , Receiue eight thousand , whose most vgly shapes , Painted like Beares , and Wolues , and brinded Tygers , May kill , and stonifie without all weapons . More aide they promise , if more need . These forces . Lead by Cadallan hither march with speed . Cassib. T is well , our Kings consent for common good . When all are ioyn'd , we shall ore-spred the hills , And souldiers thicker than the sand on shoare , Hide all the landing coasts . Ere next day breake , The rockes shall answer , what the drumme doth speake . Exeunt .

Act. 2. Scen. 6. Hulacus . Lantonus . Ministers . Lant . That ceremonious feare , which bendes the heart Of mortall creatures , and displaies it selfe In outward signes of true obedience ; As praier , kneeling , sacrifice , and Hymnes : Requires againe helpe from immortall Deities , As promise , not as Debt : we laud their names , They giue vs blessings , and forgiue our blames . Thus gods and men doe barter . What in Pietie Ascends , as much descends againe in pity : A golden chaine reaching from Heauen to Earth . Hul. And now 's the time , good Brother , of their aide , When dangers , blacke face frownes vpon our state . Away , away , ye hearts and tongues prophane : Without deuotion mysteries are vaine . They kneele , elevate hands thrice . Lant . Draw neere ye heauenly powers , Who dwell in Starry bowers . And ye who in the deep , On mossie pillowes sleep . And ye who keep the center , Where neuer light did enter . And ye whose habitations , Are still among the nations ; To see , and heare our doings , Our birthes , our warres , our wooings . Behold our present griefe : Beleefe doth beg reliefe . Both going around say . By the veruaine , and Lunary , By Fernefeed planetary , By the dreadfull Mistletoe , Which doth on holy Oake grow . Draw neere , draw neere , draw neere . Hul. Helpe vs beset with danger , And turne away your anger : Helpe vs begirt with trouble , And now your mercie double : Helpe vs opprest with sorrow , And fight for vs to morrow . Let fire consume the foe-man , Let aire infect the Romane , Let Seas intombe their furie , Let gaping earth them burie : Let fire and aire and water , And earth conspire their slaughter . Both . By the veruaine , &c. Helpe vs , helpe vs , helpe vs . Lant . Wee 'l praise then your great power , Each moneth , each day , each hower : And blaze in lasting story , Your honour and your glorie . High altars lost in vapour ; Young Heifars free from labour ; White Lambes for suck still crying , Shall make your musicke dying . The boies and girles around , With honie-suckles crown'd : The Bardes with Harpe and riming , Greene bayes their browes entwyning , Sweet tune , and sweeter dittie , Shall chaunt your gracious pittie . Both . By the vervaine , &c. Wee 'l praise , wee 'l praise , wee 'l praise . The image of the Moone , the Shrine opens . Hul. Fixe , holy Brother , now your praiers on One , Britaines chiefe Patronesse ; with humble cry , Let vs inuoke the Moones bright Maiestie . they kneele . Lant . Thou Queene of Heauen , Commandresse of the Deep , Lady of Lakes , Regent of Woods and Deere , A Lampe dispelling irksome night : The source Of generable moysture . At whose feete With garments blue , and rushie garlands drest Waite twenty thousand Naiades . Thy Crescent Brute Elephants adore , and man doth feele Thy force run through the Zodiack of his limbes . O thou first guide of Brutus to this I le , Driue backe these proud vsurpers from this I le . Whether the name of Cynthiaes siluer globe ; Or chaste Diana with a guilded quiuer ; Or dread Proserpina , sterne Dis his spouse ; Or soft Lucina , call'd in child-bed throwes : Doth thee delight . Rise with a glorious face , Greene droppes of Nereus trickling downe thy cheekes , And with bright hornes , vnited in full orbe , Tosse high the Seas , with billowes beate the bankes , Coniure vp Neptune , and the Aeolian slaues , Contract both Night and Winter in a storme : That Romans loose their way , and sooner land At sad Avernus , than at Albions strand . So maist thou shun the Dragons head and tayle : So may Endymion snort on Latmian bed : So may the faire game fall before thy bow : Shed light on vs , but lightning on our foe . Hul. Me thinkes , a gracious luster spreads her brow : And with a nodde she ratifies our suite . Within . Come neere , and take this Oracle . Lant . Behold , an Oracle flies out from her Shrine : Which both the King and State shall see , before We dare vnfold it . Exeunt .

Act. 2. Scen. 7. Brennus Ghost . Nennius , in night robes . Brenn. Follow me . Nenn. Follow ? what meanes that word , who art , Thy will ? Brenn. Follow me Nennius . Nenn. He names mee : Sure it is some friend which speaks . I 'le follow thee , though 't be through Stygian lakes . Brenn. T is Ancient Brennus calles , whose victories Europe and Asia felt , and still record . Deare Nennius , now 's the time to steele thy courage . Canst thou behold thy Mother captiue , then Looke backe vpon thy Ancestors enroll'd Among the Worthies , who spread wide her Fame ? First let thy Eye-balles powre out poysoned beames , And kill them with Disdaine , who dare but lift Their hand against her . No : no Consull must Boast of her Thraldome , and out-braue our Walles . I wonder that such impudent Owles should gaze Against the splendour of our Britaine clifts : Play thou a second Brennus , Let thy Lance , Like an Herculean clubbe , Two monsters tame , Romes Auarice and Pride ; So come Life or Death , Let Honour haue the Incense of thy Breath . Exit . Nenn. Farewell heroick Soule : Thou shalt not blush , At Nennius deeds . The smallest drop of Fame Is cheape , If death and dangers may it buy . Yet giue thy words new vigour to my spirits , And spurre the Pegasus of my mounting thoughts : I 'le follow thee , ore pyles of slaughtered foes , And knocke at Plutoes gate . I come . Come Life or Death , Honour , To thee I consecrate my Breath . Exit . Caesar . Camillus Ghost following . Cam. Iulius , stay heere : Thy friend Camillus speaks . Caes. O thou Preseruer of our present Race , Our Cities Second founder ! What dire fate Troubles Thy Rest , that thou shouldst trouble Mine ? Cam. Only to bid thee fight . Caes. Thou shalt not need . Cam. And bid thee take a full Reuenge on this , This Nation , which did sacke and burne downe Rome , Quenching the coales with blood , and kickt Our ashes , Trampling vpon the ruines of our state . Then led the Gaules in triumph thorow Greece , To fixe their Tents beside Euxinus gulph . Caes. Is this that Northerne route , the Scourge of kingdomes ? Whose names till now vnknowne , We iudged Gaules ; Their Tongue and Manners not vnlike . Cam. Gaules were indeed the Bulke , but Brennus lead Then Brother to the Britaine King , those armyes , Backt with great troopes of warlike Ilanders . To thee belongs , To render Bad for Ill : O bee my Spirit doubled in thy breast , With all the Courage of three Scipioes , Marius , and Sylla : That this nation fierce In feats of warre , be forc'd to beare our Yoake . Exit . Caes. So mayst thou sweetly rest , as I shall striue To trace your steps : Nor let mee liue , If I Thence disappointed euer seeme to flye , Exit .

Act. 2. Scen. 8. Chorus . 1. Song . Antient Bards haue sung , With lips dropping hony , And a sugred tongue , Of our worthy Knights . How Brute did Gyants tame , And by Isis current , A second Troy did frame ; A Center of Delights . Locrinus eldest sonne Did drowne the furious Hunne , But burnt himselfe with Elstrids loue , Leist , Rex Pacificus . Elud , Iudicious , How heauenly Bodies rowle aboue . Wise Bladud founded hath , Both Soule and Bodies Bath : Like Icarus he flew . How first Mulmutius weares A golden crowne : whose heyres More than halfe the World subdue . 2. Song . Thou nurse of Champions , O thou Spring Whence Chiualry did flow : Thou Diamond of the worlds great Ring , Thy glorious vertue show : Thou many a Lord hast bred , In Catalogue of Fame read : And still we haue As Captaines Braue , As euer Britaines led . Then dub a dub , dub . The Armies ioyne , Tantara . Cassibelane with armour gay , And strongly couched launce : His courser white turn'd into bay , On carkesses shall praunce . What a crimzon streame , the Blade Of Nennius sword hath made . Blacke Alliaes day , And Cannaes Fray , Haue for a Third long stayd . Then dub a dub , dub . The Armies ioyne , Tantara .

Act. 3.

Scen. 1. Noyse of Ships landing , and the battell within . Caesar . Volusene . Laberius . Atrius . Ensigne , Drums , Flagge . Caes. Our Landing cost vs deerely , many liues Betweene the ships and shoare being sacrific'd . Our men with heauy armour clogg'd , and ignorant Of all the flats , and shallowes , were compell'd To wade and fight , like Tritons halfe aboue , Halfe vnder water . Now we surer tread , Though much diminisht by so many lost . Come on . Come on . They march , and goe out . Cassibelane . Cridous , Britael , Guerted . The foure Kings of Kent . Nennius . Androgeus . Themantius . Eulinus . Hirildas . Belinus . Rollano . Ensignes . Drumme . A March . Cassib. So , let them land . No matter which they chuse Fishes or Crowes to be Executers : They 'le find the Land as dangerous as the Sea . The Nature of our Soyle won't beare a Romane , As Irish earth doth poyson poysonous beasts . On then : charge close , before they gather head . Nenn. Brother , Aduance . On this side , I le lead vp The new-come Succours of the Scots and Picts . They march , and goe out . Caesar , &c. Caes. What , still fresh Supplyes come thronging from their dens ? The nest of Hornets is awake : I thinke Heere 's Natures Shop : Heere men are made , not borne , Nor stay nine tedious moneths , But in a trice Sprout vp like mushromes at Warres thunder-clap . We must make out a way . Exeunt . Rollano , arm'd , cap a pea . Roll. Since I must fight , I am prepar'd to fight : And much inflam'd , with noyse of Trump and Drum : Mee thinks I am turn'd Lyon , and durst meete Ten Caesars . Where are all these Couetous rogues ? Who spoyle the rich for gaine , and kill the poore For glory ? Blood suckers , and publike Robbers . Laber. enters . Rollano retires afraid ; but being gone out , goes forward . Roll. Nay stay , and bragge , Rollano did thee kill : Stay , let me flesh my sword , and weare thy spoyles . Laber . re-enters with an Ensigne . Laber. Come . Will ye forsake your Ensigne , and fall off ? I call to witnesse all the gods , I heere Performe my duty . Thou canst not scape . Rollano would flye , fights , fals as wounded . Now dye , or yeeld thy selfe . Roll. I yeeld , I yeeld , Oh saue my life , I yeeld . I am no Britaine , but by chance come hither : I 'le neuer more lift weapon in their quarrell . Laber. How may I trust your faith ? Roll. Command me any thing . Lab. Lay downe your neck . Treads on it . Giue vp your sword . Beates him with it . Base coward liue : Such foes will neere do hurt . exit . Laber . Enter Eulinus , Androgeus , Belinus , with bloody swords . Eul. Rollano , what at stand ? pursue the chase . Roll. I made their strongest Captaine flie : This hand , This martiall hand , I say , did make him flie . Eul. Some silly scoute . Roll. He was a match for Cyclops , at each step The ground daunc'd , and his nostrills blew the dust : Arm'd as the God of Battell pictur'd is . Eul. What were his lookes ? Roll. His browes were like a stormy winter night , When Iuno scolding , and Mars male-content Disturbe the aire : At each looke lightning flies , Ioue 'gainst the Gyants needed but his eies . Eul. How eloquent is feare ! Roll. So came he stalking with a Beame-like speare , I gaue the onset , then receiu'd his charge , And next blow cleft his morrian : So he flies . Eul. O brauely done . Here comes a stragling souldier . ent. Lab. Roll. T is he , t is he . I care not for vaine glory : It s sweeter liue , than dead to be a storie , runs away . Eul. O valiant coward , stay . There s not a sparke Of Britaine Spirit doth enliue thy corps . Exeunt .

Act. 3. Scen. 2. Nennius , pursuing . Nenn. Fight Britaines , fight . The day is ours . I 'me cloy'd And glutted euen with slaughter . There some flie , And flying die , and dying mangled lie . I twise broke through the rankes , yet cannot find That ventrous Captaine Caesar , on whose breast I long to try my blade , and pricke that bladder Puft with ambition , and victorious fight . Caesar enters . Caes. We may confesse , they come of Troiane kind , An hundred valiant Hectors here we find . Nenn. Fairely incountred , let our blades discusse Who hath the iustest cause : And on this combate May victory her equall Ballance hang . Caes. Thou seem'st a worthy Prince , and Caesars match . They fight , wounds Nennius in the head , who staggers , fights , and recouers Caesars sword falne , and puts him to flight . Nenn. Stay , stay . Thou art at home : Heere 's Campus Martius . The Britaines sought-for see thy frighted backe : Returne , and take possession of our I le , And by thy death be stil'd Britannicus . Leaue not thy blade vnsheath'd : A tyrants heart To his owne sword a scabberd should impart . Ye Senatours , and gaily-gownd Quirites , Open the Capitolls iuory gates , and lead Fat bulles with garlands greene , and guilded hornes : Let supplications last for twice ten daies : Caesar returnes a victour . Prepare the laureate Coach , and snow-white steedes , Embroydered Canopie , and skarlet gownes : Let Altars smoake , and Tholes expect our spoiles : Caesar returnes in Triumph . — Basely flies , And leaues his conquest in weake infancy . For had he won this coast , yet many blowes Must passe , ere he could passe the Thames ; And then Ere he touch Humber , many nations must Be tam'd : And then before he Tweed can drinke , And climbe the craggy rocks of Caledon : A Life is spent : yea , many thousand liues . Oh my wound rages , and tormented braine Doth labour of a Fury , not a Pallas . This Blade was steept in poyson : O , I am poyson'd : Well didst thou flye , or I had made thee tast Thine owne provision . Now my wrath and paine , With double force shall flow in purple streames . The three infernall Ladyes with wyar-whips , And speckled snakes , shall lackey close my steps ; Whilst that I offer Hecatombes of men The Latian Shepheards brood shall ban those starres , Whose glimmering Sparks lead their audacious Pines , To lye so farre from home in forraine soyle . When Cedars fall , whole woods are crusht : nor dye , Can Nennius priuate without company . Enter Laberius . Thou runst vpon thy death . Lab. A Romane neuer daunted was with lookes ; Else had not Sarmatane , and Lybian bug-beares Bin captiue led in chaines . Nenn. But our lookes kill . Fight : Laber . falls . Dye Slaue , by Caesars sword . Thou art his friend . Dye , as the Ransome of his greater ghost : And learne as well as I , how venome smarts . Be thou my Post to the Tartarian Prince , And tell him , Nennius comes : But first , I 'le send More of you headlong home , a neerer way , Then by the cloudy Alpes . Exit . A retrait sounded .

Act. 3. Scen. 3. Cassibelane . Belinus . Lantonus . Cassi. Now hot Alarums dye in fainter notes : Tempestuous night is gone : Victorious ioy , ( As when pale Eos cleaues the Easterne fogs , And blushing more and more opes halfe her eye , With holy water sprinkling all the meades , Whose cleere Reflexe serues as her Morning glasse : ) Doth paint with gawdy plumes the checkerd sky . The only Name of Victory sounds sweeter , Than all mellifluous Rhetoricke . Lant . Thankes to Andates , whose power kingdomes feele : Andates , greatest goddesse : In whose traine , Feare , red-fac'd anger , and confusions wheele , Murder , and Desolation runne before : But ioyfull shouts , mirth , Olive-budding Peace , And Lawrell-crowned triumph , at her backe , Do pase with stately steps . Thy Temple is , The Earth : where furious Monarches play the Priests : Armies of men imbrue thy Altar stones . Thanks also to the Trident-shakers Mace , Drawne by two ramping Sea-horses : at whose Becke , The waters wrinkled frowne , or smoothly smile . But thou Heauens Diamond , faire Phoebus Sister , Nor Delian Dames , nor the Ephesian Towers , Shall blazon more thy Praise . Thy influence strong Strucke vp the sandy ooes ; that madding waues Batterd their ships , and dasht their bended sayles , And with a tempest turn'd them round in skorne . Cassib. But where 's the Answer which her Idoll gaue : Can you expound the sense ? Lant . Dread Soueraigne , Thus runnes the Oracle : Loud doth the King of Beasts roare , High doth the Queene of Birds soare : But her wings clipt soone grow out : Both repent they are so stout . Till C. gainst C. strike a round , In a perfect Circle bound . The meaning wrapt vp in crosse doubtfull termes , Lyes yet thus open : That disastrous fate Must be the Prologue to a ioyfull cloze . The rest wee 'l search out , if our skill don't faile . Belin. Renown'd Cassibelane , might my counsell speake ! Cassib. I know thy loyall heart , and prudent head , Vpon whose haires Time 's child experience hangs A milke-white badge of wisedome : And canst wield Thy tongue in Senate , and thy hands in field . Speake free , Belinus . Bel. We forfeit fame , and smother victory By idle lingering : The Foe discomfited Must needs be much amaz'd : His Ships dismembred Doe peece-meale floate vpon the waues : The Horse , Whose succour he expects , are beaten backe By friendly windes : His Campe contracted is , A tithe of souldiers left , the rest all slaine : His chiefe munition spent , or lost : prouision , An Armies soule , but what we giue , he wants . What then shall hinder to destroy their name ? So none againe shall venter , but our I le Rounded with Nereus girdle may inioy Eternall peace . Cassib. I like thy warning : with vnited stroke Of all our Nations , wee 'l his Campe beleaguer , Devouring ships and men . But one mischance , My Brother's wound , his mortall wound I feare , Turnes all to wormewood . Why were ye dumbe ye Idolls ! No Sainted Statue did foretell this griefe . Come le ts goe visit him . You may , Lord Generall , Set Comius free : We loue not to insult , But render good for ill . Exeunt .

Act. 3. Scen. 4. Caesar , Volusene , &c. Caes. Heauen , Sea , and Wind , and all the Elements , Conspire to worke vs harme . Our Ships in Gaule Wind-bound , at length put forth , and come in view Are tost , and torne : Our Nauy on the shoare With ciuill discord breake each others plankes . The ayrie Rulers are displeas'd , all day Noyses and nimble flashes mixt with raine Amaze our souldiers . To make griefe full , my Daughters death I heare . When , powerfull Fortune , will thy anger cease ? Neuer till now did Caesar fortune feare . Mount Palatine , thou Throne of Ioue , and ye Whose lesser Turrets pinnacle Rome's head : Are all your Deities fled ? or was I bold , To out-goe Nature , and our Empire stretch Beyond her limites ? Pardon then my fault . Or doe we basely faint ? Or is our might Answer'd with like , since Troy gainst Troy doth fight ? Nor can I write now , I came ouer , and I ouercame : Such foes deny such hast . Volus. The Ilanders consult , and sure intend Some sudden stratageme . And now the scales Poyze equall day and night , when rougher Seas , And stormy Pleyads may our passage stop . Caes. Then Sirs , to ship : Compell'd I leaue this land : But to returne , if gods doe not withstand , Exeunt .

Act. 3. Scen. 5. Cassibelane , Belinus , Lantonus . Nennius in a chaire . Nenn. We wunne the day : and all our foes are fled ? Bel. Yes noble Nennius , scatter'd on the shoare Thicke lay the Latines , and the glutted streame Spewes vp her dead , whom death hath taught to swimme , Though ignorant aliue : Their flowing blood Made a new Red Sea . But those few we lost , Sweetly repos'd vpon their mothers breast , And wounded all before , kept in their face A warlike frowne . Nenn. Where is false Caesars sword , call'd Crocea Mors , Which neuer hurt , but kill'd : Let it be plac'd Within my tombe . Bel. Heere is the fatall Blade . Nenn. Death like a Parthian flies , and flying kils : In midst of Conquest came my deadly wound . Accursed weapon , more accursed man , Who Serpent-like in poyson bathes his sting : Tyber doth breed as venemous beasts as Nile : We skorne such cruell craft . But death drawes neere , A giddy horror seazeth on my braine . Deare Brother , and thou holy Priest of Heauen , Witnesse my words ; I leaue my Country free , And dye a victour . Thus , with lighter wing My purified soule mounts to her First-best Cause . I long euen to behold those glorious Cloysters , Where Brutus , great Dunwallo , and his sonnes , Thrice noble Spirits walke . Thou mighty Enginer of this wondrous Globe , Protect this I le , confound all forraine plots : Graunt Thames and Tyber neuer ioyne thair chanells ; But may a naturall hate deriv'd from vs Liue still in our long-trailed progeny . ( My eyes doe swimme in death . ) Before this land shall weare the Romane yoke ; Let first the adamantine axell cracke , Which bindes the Ball terrestriall to her poles , And dash the empty aire ; Let Planets drop Their scalding gelly , and all flame being spent , Entombe the world in euerlasting smoake . Come faster , Death : I can behold thy grim , And vgly Iawes with quiet mind : Now , now : I heare sweet musick ; and my spirit flies . he dies . Cassi. His breath is gone : who was his Countries prop , And my right hand . Now onely doth he craue , To see him laid with honour in the graue .

Act. 3. Scen. 6. Eulinus , Hirildas . Eul. A mind content , Oh , t is a mind of pearle , A Mint of golden thoughts , A Heauen on Earth ! When eager longer meete full-but their scope , And hopes are actuated beyond hope . So Iason ioy'd , the golden Fleet obtain'd : So Hercules ioy'd , the golden fruit being gain'd : So Venus ioy'd , the golden Ball to hold : So Mydas ioy'd , when he turnd all to gold . So , and much more reioyc'd , the Phrygian swaine , When he conuaide the fairest ( except mine ) Which aire did euer kisse : His brazen keele Proud of her burden , slic'd the capering brine : The Tritons blew their hornes , and Sea-gods daunce , Before , behind , about his Ship they praunce : The meare-Maides skip on high , but to compaire Their dangling tresses with her silken haire . These were but shadowes of my blisse . A robe Of pure beatitude wrapes me round about , Without a specke , or blemish : nor can Invention Wish more vnto me , than I haue , Landora . I 'me rich , free , learned , honor'd , all ; in this . Who dares conceiue against the Female sexe , But one base thought ? Lo heere I stand , their Champion , And will maintaine , He is a beast , a deuill , Begot betweene a Bitch-woolfe , and an Incubus . Women , all good , all perfect , and all gracious , Men-making creatures , Angels clad in flesh ; Let me adore your Name . Hiril. — And let me speake . Why : Landora loues not you , but me in you . Eul. But I in you inioy Landoraes loue . Hir. But she inioyes not your loue , cause vnknowne . Eul. No matter ; I in you , or you in me : So that I still possesse my Dearest deare . A paultry fancy last night in her bed Turmoyl'd my thoughts , which since I shap't in Rimes . Thus . Hir. Prethee let 's heare : I know thou art turn'd Poet . The Dreame . Night having drawne the Curtaine , downe I lye By one , for worse Saturnius left the skie . Slumbring at last : For loue can hardly sleepe : Strait-waies I dream'd : For loue doth Reuelles keep . A Damsell faire , and fashion'd for delight , ( Our day-borne obiects doe returne at night ) With flowry chaplet , and red veluet gowne , Which from her breast was fastned along downe With rich enamel'd lockes , all which one key , Whose bright gold 'bout her siluer necke did play , Could open and diuorce . A vaile most faire , ( Such whitnesse onely Paphian doues doe weare ) With false light did her beauteous Front improue ; From this Arch Cupid shot his darts of Loue . With gentle straine she tooke me by the hand , ( Touches in loue doe more than tongue's command ) Then leades me with an amorous smile along : Hee 's easily led , whom beauty drawes , more strong Than Cable-roapes . An Altar we descry , Where Incense-franke , and Amber fumes did flie , In little rowling curles : A reuerend Priest , With snowy beard wauing vpon his breast , There kneeling did his eies in sorrow steepe : Whose passionate cry made me , though ignorant , weepe . Phlegons hot breath no sooner lickes vp dew , Than ioy had dried those teares : For loe I view A circular roome , all built with marble cleare , The title , Natures Store-house . Most strange heere It seem'd : I know not how we came , nor whence , Nor any passage saw to get from thence . But Oh the rich delight , and glorious fire Which dazeled me : No hart can more desire . Her first my guide op'd her spice-breathing doore , Aske what thou wilt , this is the Arke of store , No vowes are heere repuls'd , she said . But I Surpriz'd with extreame ioy and extasie , By chance a Scorpion's taile behind her spide : Pitty , such beauty such a monster hide . Trembling , yet silent , doubtfull what to craue : Loe , with a stinke and fearefull screech this braue And glorious Dame doth vanish , and a dart , Which still I quake at , strucke me to the heart . But waking I reuiu'd , and found in bed , Such Soueraigne Balme , would cure old Peleus dead . Hir. Ha , ha . Your tedious dreame hath made me drowsie . But harke , we must attend the Funerall pompe .

Act. 3. Scen. 7. The Funerall passes ouer the Stage . Nennius Scutcheon , armour Caesars sword borne . Torches , Mourners . Cassib. Set downe that heauie load with heauier hearts . Could vertuous valour , honourable thoughts , A noble skorne of Fortune , pride , and death ; Myriads of vowes and prayers sent to heauen , Could Countries Ioue , or Britaines Genius saue A mortall man from sleeping in his graue : Then hadst thou liu'd great Nennius , and out-liu'd The smooth-tongu'd Greeke . But we may more enuy , And lesse bewaile thy losse , since thou didst fall On honours lofty Field-bed , on which Stage Neuer did Worthy act a statelier part . Nor durst pale death approach with Cypresse sad , Till florishing Bay thy conquering temples clad . A Funerall Elegie sung to the Harpe . Turnus may conceale his Name , Nennius had Aeneas fame . Hannibal let Africk smother , Nennius was great Scipioes brother . Greece forbeare Achilles story , Nennius had braue Hectors glory . Thrush and Nightingale be dumb : Sorrowfull songs befit a Tombe . Turne ye marble stones to water : Isis Nymphes forswear al laughter : Sigh and sob vpon your bed : Belyes noble Sonne is dead . A Banquet seru'd ouer the stage . Rollano with a leg of a Capon , and a tankard of wine . Roll. I like such slaughtering well , of birdes and beasts ; Which weare no swordes , nor shake a fatall pike : When hogsheads bleed , and Oxen mangled lye . O what a world of victualls is prepar'd For sacrifice and feasting . Fourty thousand Fat Bullockes : than the Parkes and Forests send Full thirty thousand wild beasts , arm'd with hornes , And dangerous teeth : The maine battaillion Consists of Sheep , an hundred thousand fat : The winges are both supplied with birds , and fowles , Sans number : And some fish for succours serue . A goodly Army . Troynouant doth smoake , And smells all like a kitchin . The King , Princes , And Nobles of the land a Triumph hold . Musicke , and songs , good cheere , and wine ; and wine , And songs and Musicke , and good cheere . High , braue . No more shall barly broath pollute my throate , But Nectar , Nectar of the grapes sweete blood : Come heauenly Potion , wine : whose gentle warmth Softens the braine , vnlockes the silent tongue , Wits Midwife , and our spirits vestall Priest Keeping aliue the naturall heate . A health , A health ( to make short worke ) to all the world : So will it sure goe round . steales behind . The Triumphes . Cassibelane . 4 Kings of Kent . 3 Kings , Cridous , Britael , Guerted , Androg . Themant . Hirild . Eulin . Belin . take places . Cassib. Sorrow must doffe her sable sable weedes , and ioy Furbish the Court with fresh and vernant colours : Else should we seeme vngratefull to the gods . Triumphs must thrust out Obsequies : And Tilt With Turny , and our antient sport call'd Troy , Such as Iulus 'bout his Grandsires tombe Did represent . And at each Temples porch Games , songs , and holy murdering of beastes . they sit downe . A dauncing Maske of sixe enters . Then the Epinicion sung by two Bardes . The Romane Eagle threatning woe , The Sea did shadow with her wing : But our Goose quilles did pricke her so , That from the clouds they downe her bring . Both . Sing then ye Hilles and Dales so so cleare : That Io Paean all may heare . They may vs call Iles Fortunate ; They sought for life heere , not for Fame . All , yeeld to them , they to our State : The world knowes but our Double Name . Both . Sing then ye Streames and Woods so so cleare : That Io Paean all may heare . Androgeus , and Themantius , play at foyles . Then Hirildas and Eulinus play . Eul. T was fowly plaid . Hir. You lye , t was fairely hit . Eul. I 'le giue a quittance . Hir. Do your worst , vaine braggart . They take swordes . Fight . Hirildas slaine . Oh , I am slaine . Cassi. Hold , hold : my Nephew 's slaine before my face . Life shall be paid with Life . Andr. He shall not dye . Cassi. Shall not ? Your King and Vncle sayes , Hee shall . Eul. No kingly menace , or censorious frowne , Doe I regard . Tanti , for all your power . But the compunction of my guilt doth send A shuddering chillnesse through my veines inflam'd : Why doe ye stare , ye grisly powers of night ? There , there , His soule goes : I must follow him . Offers to kill himselfe : is hinderd . Andr. He was prouok'd and did it in defence : And being My kinsman shall be iudg'd by lawes Of Troynovant : Such custome claimes our Court . Cass. No custome shall barre Iustice : I command That he appeare before vs . And. Trials are vaine , when Passion sits as Iudge . Cass. I 'le soone rebate this Insolent disdaine . Exeunt Androg . Them . Eul. Let not this dismall chance deface our ioy : Most royall Friends . Crid. Warre being silenc'd , and Enyoes rage In hell fast fetterd : Sound we now retrayte , That souldiers may regreete their houshold gods . Their children cling about their armed thighes . Brit. And place their Trophees 'bout their smoaky halles ; There hang a Gauntlet bright , here a stabt Buckler , Pile vp long piles , and in that corner plant A waighty sword , brandisht by some Centuríon . Not he , who neere on snaky perils trod , But happy He , who hath them stoutly past : For danger's sauce giues ioy a better tast . Guert. Great Monarch , if thy Summons call vs backe , We tender here our Seruice , Men , and Armes : As dutie bids , and binds . Cassib. Should he returne : Our Province dares him front . So a most kinde adieu vnto all three . Exeunt Crid . Brit. Guert. Cingeterix , Carvilius , Taximagubis , Segonax : I know your faithfull loue , Kents foure-fold Head , Will checke rash Rebels , and as firmely stand As heartie Oakes , who beare off Aeolus blowes , And with a whistle but deride his force . Exeunt foure Kings of Kent . Burst gall , and dye my actions in flame-colour : I saw Hirildas fall , and breath his soule Euen in my face . As though hell watcht a time , To crush our pompe , and glory into sighes . The conduits of his vitall spring being ript , Spurtle'd my robes , solliciting Reuenge . Belinus , Attach the Murderer , and if abettors Deny obedience , then with sword and fire Wast their Dominions . For a Traytors sake , Whole townes shall tremble , and the ground shall quake . Exeunt .

Act. 3. Scen. 8. Androgeus . Themantius . Mandubrace . Andr. Shall Iustice , and iust Libra neere forsake The imbroydered Belt ? No signe of them on earth ? Are Gods dim-sighted growne , or doe they sleepe The morning , and carowse the after noone ? That mortall motions tumble thus by chance : Cleaue thou blew Marble Seeling , that heavens King With clearer ayme may strike a tyrants crowne , Nor spend his brimstone bullets 'gainst some hill , Or innocent Pine . Mandub. Your iniuries run low ; Mine breake all bounds . My Father butcherd at his lawlesse will : I banish'd from my lands , depos'd from rule , Owing my Life to night and flight . Them . I doe confesse , You may complaine aloud , And teare the Element with a dolorous note : Call downe Astraea from her chrystall chayre , Or call vp Nemesis from the dyrefull deepe , To expiate your wrongs . Else would the Manes of your father slaine , In a white sheet come sliding to your Bed : And be reveng'd on you . He gaue you life ; How can you better spend it , than to wreake His death and slaughter ? But our case and Cause , Brother , is not the same : Eulinus slew His innocent friend ; And we defend the fact ; With hostile noyse drowning Lawe's reuerent voyce : But Murder out-cries Both . Giue me then leaue To be a Neutrall : My young yeeres vnfit For any desperate course , can but complaine : The King our Vncle doth not vse vs well . Exit . Andr. Vsurpers vse this method still : At first Hee as Protector slily got the sterne , During our nonage : Then the Commons voyce , Bought with a fawning brow , and popular grace , Confirmes his Regiment : Wee appointed shares , With emptie titles to beguile our thoughts , Like puppet-Lords , drest vp with crowne and skarfe , Glad that wee liue , and hunt , and raigne ore brutes . Our Vncle is the King . So when he saw , His throne establish'd , and his foes repuls'd , Growne bigge with prosperous fortune , proudly spurnes All feare of God or man . Mand. His anger nurst by iealousies must feed On Princes flesh , who loose both state and life , If they but looke awry . A tyrants growth Rear'd vp by Ruines , thence may learne his fall : For whom all feare , Hee iustly feareth all . Andr. In Antiphones thus tune wee female plaints : But plots and force beseeme vs . Thus . Great Caesar Shall pull him downe below vs . Thou Mandubrace , Sure pledges take of our revolt , and quickly Implore his ayd : blow vp his drooping fire With hopefull termes . But let him stronger come . Mand. I flye vnseene , as charmers in a myst . Gratefull Reuenge , whose sharp-sweet rellish fats My apprehensiue Soule . Though all were par'd of , Which doth accrue from Fortune , and a man left As barely poore , as Nature thrust him out : Nay worse , though spirits boyle , rage , anger , care , And griefe like wild-horse teare the affrighted mind : Though wrongs excoriate the heart : yet all is sweetned , If vengeance haue her course . I wreake not how ; Let Common-wealth expire , and owles proclaime Sad desolation in our Halls ; Let heapes Of dust and rubbage Epitaph our townes ; Let fire and water fight , who first shall spoyle This vniuersall frame . From North , or South , Reuenge , th' art wellcome . No sin worse than pitty : A tyrants onely physicke is Phlebotomy . Exeunt .

Act. 3. Scen. 9. Chorus .

1. Song . Reioyce O Britanie , Britaine O reioyce : The stormy cloud past ouer , And onely made a noise . A clattering sound was heard ; And still we felt no wound : Reioyce ; Reioyce : Thou happy Britaine ground . O that sweet plenidh , Eloquent Orone , Were now to chaunt our victories , With a melodious tone : And rowsing Echo from the dales , With harmony to sound : Reioyce ; Reioyce : Thou happy Britaine ground .

2. Song . Gang ye lads and lasses , Sa wimble and sa wight : Fewle mickle teene betide ye , If ye ligg in this plight . Bee bonny , buxome , iolly . Trip haydegues beliue : And gif night gars the welkin merk Tom piper doe you blive . Hidder , eke and shidder , With spiced sow ycramd ; Sa that vnneath thilke barrells May well ne yede , ne stand : As leefe as life doe weete it , When timbarins gin sound ; Fore haruest gil prankt vp in lathe , To loute it low around .

Act. 4.

Scen. 1. Caesar , Volusene , Attendants . Caes. A Story is t , or fable ; That sterne Mars , Thy waight did Romulus sleepy mother presse ? Since we thy Brood degenerous , stand at gaze , Charm'd in the circle of a foaming flood , And traile our dastard pikes ? Burst Ianus prison , Roare as thou didst at Troy , drowne Stentors voice By many eights , which Pindus may re-beate , Which Caucasus may as a Catch repeate , And Taurus lough the fame : That Pygmees small May squeake , It thunders , and diue into burroughs . Let the foure winds with dreadfull clamour sing Thy anger through the affrighted world . What Lemnian chaine shackles our mounting Eagle ? The Moone 's round Concaue is too strait a cage For her aduanced Pineons . Enter Mandubrace wounded and bloody , with Androg . young son . Mane . If pitty can haue roome in angry breast , Fauour a Britaine Prince , his Father slaine , His regiment bereft , his dearest blood Drawne by the sword of false Cassibelane . Hauing got Crowne , he then strucke at my head : Nor can I safely sucke my natiue aire . His Coosse Androgeus also , and whole regions In open warre withstand his violence . Lo , Albions aged armes spread wide t' inchaine Thee as her Patrone , in a true-loue knot . Wherefore dread Caesar , let thy mercy strike Reuengefull fire ; and be iustly stil'd , kneeles . Tamer of Tyrants . Then fame blowes aloud , When valour helpes the weake , pulles downe the proud . Caes. Arise vnhappy Prince , our deeds shall show , We grant thy suite . To Volusene . Fortune repents at last ; The Moone is chang'd , the Globe doth to vs turne Her shining cheeke , and woes vs with a smile . But what firme signes of Faith , what faithfull aide , What furtherance can you giue at our arriuall ? Mand. See here Androgeus heire , whose tender age His Father venters , and makes bold with nature , To pledge his Darling . He and thirtie more Of noble linage shall assure our faith : Besides I pawne my life . Caes. Enough . I 'le once more crosse the Seas , For your good , more than mine ; That happier skie May blesse your Townes with peace , your fields with plentie ; Perpetuall spring in gay perfum'd attire , Sirname your I le , the Garden of the West . Mand. Thanks , gracious Caesar , for this kind acceptance , My knee doth kisse the ground , my lippe your knee . Pardon ye gods , if any haunt our land , Ye Nymphes , and Lares , Fawnes , and Silvanes wild ; That thus I bring a stranger on our coasts , Whose forraine shape and language , may affright Our lazie clownes , and on my Countries backe Once tread victorious steps : Be pleas'd to view , Wrongs now redrest , neglected first by you . Caes. Now Volusene : Our glorious state , like the noone-pointed Sunne , When he bestrides the Lyons flaming fleece , Doth North-west rowle his burning brand , whose fire The Oceans blue lake cannot stop , but flies With brighter blaze to thaw the frozen Iles . But how proceedes our preparation ? Volus. Many strong Ships are built , fiue Legions arm'd Readie to launch . Caes. Blow gently Africus , Play on our poopes : When Hyperions Sonne Shall couch in West his fome-bedappled iades ; Wee 'l rise to runne our course . Exeunt .

Act. 4. Scen. 2. Eulinus . Eul. Though Orpheus Harpe , Arions Lute , the Chimes Whose siluer sound did Thebane towers raise : Though sweet Vrania with her ten-string Lyre , Vnto whose stroke the daily-rowling sphaeres Dance their iust measures ; Should with tune and tone Tickle my eare-bred ayre : Yet can their notes Those fabulous stones more enter , than my Soule . Lead , poppy , Slumber stupifie my heart : But Bedlame griefe actes gambolles in my braine . The Centaures Wheele , Prometheus Hawke , The Vulture Of Tityus , Sisyphus neuer mossie stone , The tale of Danaids tubbe , and Tantalus gaping , Are but flea-bitings to my Smart : I 've slaine A kinsman : more , A friend I dearely lou'd : Nay more , no cause prouoking , but in rash And hellish choller . I had thought my Loue had cannon-proofe bin 'gainst A world of iniuries : when see , all is split By a small wind . Cursed be thou my Sword , The Instrument of Fury : Cursed hand , Which mad'st the thrust : But most accursed Part , Whose ruddy flesh triangular boyld in flame , Like an Aetnean , or Vesuvian Salamander . That Breast , I so could hugge , that faithfull breast , That snowy white , I with darke sanguine stayn'd ; And from the wounds red lips , his panting heart Did seeme to speake , Is this a friendly deed ? O no , Hirildas : Beares can harmelesse play , Lyons can dally , and sheath vp their clawes : I onely , worst of brutes , kill friends in iest . Why dost Androgeus kindly-cruell keepe Mee from their Sentence ? Say , Law bids me dye : If Law should not , I le make that Law my selfe . Shall Ensignes be display'd , and Nations rage About so vild a wretch ? Shall forraine hoofes Kick vp our trembling dust , and must a Caesar Redeeme my folly with a kingdomes fall ? First may I stop blacke Cerberus triple iawes . Dye , Dye , thou hast out-liv'd thy selfe . Thou only , Phaenix of females , still dost bind and bound My runnagate spirit in these walles of mudde : From thee , and For thee t is , I breath . Yet how Borrow can I his Shape , or vse mine owne ? Odious before , now worse than hell-borne goblin With brand and chaines , to skare this Doue all quaking Twixt wrath and feare . But Time may fauour win : When Hope doth fayle , then Knife or Rope begin . Exit .

Act. 4. Scen. 3. Cassib. Belin . Rollano . Cass. Wisdome confirme my Sense : what seem'd their number ? Roll. Rising from shore Coniecture might descry A thousand Ships with painted prowes , to pave The briny fields of Neptune , their broad sayles Did Nereus canopy , Titans taper vayle . As nations twenty nine 'gainst Troy built vp A floating Delos of a thousand Ships , To plough the liquid glasse : No frame of Pallas , No crafty Sinon ; but Those woodden horse Did Troy dis-Troy : So Troynovant shall feele Her Mothers Fate : Achilles comes againe : And Pergamus againe shall sinke in dust : They threaten . Exit . Cass. Wonder ! What can their Arsenalles spawne so fast ? Last yeere his Barkes and Gallyes were debosht ; This spring they sprout againe : Belike their Nauy Like the Lernean adder faster growes , The more t is prun'd . They come their last . Lord Deputy , Lead on the present troopes , and leauy new . T were best I thinke to lett Him land , least view Of his huge Nauy should our Commons fright : Retire our selues to some place of advantage , Entice him from his ships : So cutt the veines Which nourish both : Enclos'd he cannot scape . Bel. I rather iudge , We should oppose his footing , Vsing the benefit of our naturall mound . Cass. Vncertaine t is , where , when , he makes in-road : To furnish all , vnlikely : to neglect Any , were dangerous , as Pelides heele . Our shores are large , and levell : Then t' attend His time and leasure , would exhaust the state , Weary our souldiers . Bel. All places may be strengthned more , or lesse : As by last yeere , Discretion now may guesse . The Clifts themselues are Bullwarkes strong : The Shelves And Flats refuse great ships , the coast so open , That euery stormy blast may rend their cables , Put them from anchor : Suffering double warre , Their men , pitcht battaile ; and ships , navall fight . For charges , t is no season to dispute : Spend something , or loose all : Shall he maintaine A fleete to inthrall vs , we detract small costs , When freedome , life , and kingdome lye at stake ? Cass. But the Assaylants are the flower of Italy Backt with foure hundred Gallick horse , all tried And gallant troopes , ioyn'd in one martiall body , To giue a fuller stroke ; When we Defendants Scatterd along , can weake resistance make : Plainenesse of ground affoording vs no shelter . Bel. For what serues Art and Engines , Mounts and Trenches , But to correct the nature of a plaine ? A few on firme land may keepe out a million , Weaken'd by sea , false footing , billowes rage , And ponderous rage . When as receiu'd within , He prospers by our spoile ; We feed a Viper : And male-contents and rebells haue a refuge . Nor were it safe , to venter all at once : When one fought field being lost , swift ruine runnes And rushing throwes downe all . Cassib. We know our strength , and his : wee 'l fight in field . Some dozen miles from sea . An open Theater Giues luster to our prowesse : To keep him out Supposes feare , not manhood . No , let him march , Till he rowse death , and stride his future graue . Bel. Your will commands , and mine obeies . Exeunt .

Act. 4. Scen. 4. Caesar , &c. Ensigne , Drumme , Trumpet , Flag , Souldiers , Shipmen . The noyse of landing . Caes. The coast is cleere . Our honour is the Goale . In vaine doth Tagus yellow sand obey , Rhenes horned front , and nimble Tygris running For wager with the wind , which skimmes his top : In vaine from Ganges to Hesperian Gades , The Bounds markt out by Ioues two base-borne Sonnes , Our Ecchoed Name doth sound : If we recoyle From hence againe not victours . Ye Pilotes old , who were begot on mere-Maides , Whose Element is the Sea , bred and brought vp In cradles rockt with stormes , and woodden walles , Feare not to grapple with their seas . Feare not Their bulkes , Brave veteranes : That extended masse Is not of iron , but can bleed , and dye : They were not dipt in Styx : nor are they Gyants , Or wild Poetick Centaures we assayle : Let then this voyage quit our credit lost , And let Rage lash on Courage . Heere 's the Game : Life may be lost , but sure wee le hold fast Fame . They march about , and goe out . The whole battaile with-in . Cassib. Belin . &c. Souldiers . Gass. Our first attempt doth prosper : They retiring Scudde to the bosome of their Firre-tree vaultes , And vnder hatches hide themselues from death . The Cornish band made havocke of their rankes , Like Scythian wolues midst of a bleating fold : The gingling launces , ratling chariot-wheeles Madded their horse . The Bow men merrily shott . Bel. Yet would our tributary Kings had succoured ! We are decai'd they much in number growne , And surely will make head againe . Cassib. Feare not , thou knowest I can euen with a whistle , Hide Kent with glittering armes : More flaming sparkles Paint not a freezing night : nor speckled Bees Buzze not about sweet Hyblaes bloomy head . But what need millions , when some thousands serue ? O did my Brother liue ! wee 'de clime the Alpes ; Like braue Mulmutius sonnes ; make Romulus woolfe Howle horrour in their streets , and Rome looke pale , As when the Punicke Captaine eyed her walles . march out . Caesar . Volusene . &c. Caes. Are ye the Men , who neuer fought in vaine ? Who weare Bellonaes fauours , in your skarres : I , ye are They . What then benummes our Spirits ? Our Empire from Quirinus narrow Center Doth circling spread , and finds no brinke nor bottome . Titan no later sets , nor earlier wakes , Than he beholds our Provinces , Why , then ? What Priviledge hath this place ? Haue wee , or They The Phrygian powers ? Haue they Palladium got ? No , no , Those gods our Capitoll keepe with ioy : These only haue vn-daunted minds from Troy . Enter Q. Atrius . What newes , good Atrius ? Atr. No good newes from Atrius . When ominous Earth with shade and cloudy vapours Had darknesse doubled , stormes began to sound , The dabled South , ruffe-footed Aquilo , Came rushing like two Rams , whose steeled hornes Dart fiery sparkes : The clouds crusht breathe out flames : Thunder and Lightning daunt all eares and eyes . The windes and billowes striue , who loudest roare . The skie distill'd in raine : his roome to fill , Ambitious waues would clime the starry hill . Our ships are batterd all , some fortie sunke . Caes. What diuell-Cacus drags our Fortune backe ? Doth Shee mooue retrograde ? and hoyst vs vp . That we may fall at heigth ? Why doest Camillus Each night torment my sleep , and cry , Reuenge ? I striue against the streame . Enter Androgeus , Mandubrace , souldiers . Androg. Thus ioyne we Standards : And resigne the keies Of Troynovant , with all our warlike forces . Mand. By me the Trinobants submit , and Cenimagnians , Segontiackes , Ancalites , Bybrockes , and Cassians , Sixe worthy nations doe desire thy guard . Caes. All , all shall know our loue . Mand. The Tyrant lies on Isis flowrie bankes , Where a full Quier sing of white-surplist swannes . The foordes vnleuell belly they haue fenced , With sharpe stakes vnder water . Caes. Nor stakes , lakes , foords , nor swords shall checke our progresse : Those downie swannes shall heare more funerall notes . Their Kings departed , Nennius dead , whose losse Would teares extort euen from Pumicean eies ; Had Britaine nurst but such another Champion , They might haue stucke their darts on our barr'd gates , And Latium trembled with contrary fates . In what now lies their hope ? Mand. Great numbers still remaine : nay worse , they laugh At death , and boldly trust ( as Druids preach ) Their soules who die in fight shall liue in ioy . Hence count they dangers , benefits : and die With freedome in their mouth , and willfull rage . But let soft mildnes waite on women , Let Thy wrath ring through the woods in dustie noise , To tell thy comming . No man 's built so loftie , But his foundation meetes the humble dust : Which vndermin'd , how high he pearc'd the clouds , So deep he sinkes . Hostile and ciuill foes shake top and roote As windes inuade aboue , and Vines below . And so will We . Caes. No doubt : This blow shall like an earth-quake mooue The rootes and pillars of this sea-clipt I le . A cloud of vultures shall attend our Campe , And no more shall the fields beare Vert , but Gules : The graine en-graind in purple die shall loose His verdant hue . Bones , marrow , humane limbes Shall putrifying reake , whose vapoured slime Kindled on high may breed long-bearded Starres , To tell more mischiefe , and out-beard Apollo . Mand. Let 's wast no time , least more vnto him flocke , As humours glide to guard the wounded member . Caes. Atrius , let our ships be drawne on shoare , New-rigg'd and mended . I must needs confesse him A darling of the gods ; vnder whose colours Starres , winter , skie , and tempests serue in pay , And know both march and skirmish by his Drumme . Exeunt .

Act. 4. Scen. 5. Rollano . Eulinus hearkning . Roll. O my deare Ladie , hast thou slaine thy selfe ? So fairely pure , so kindly chast , so cries . A Venus and Diana mixt in one . She eat her meate with studdes of Pearle , she kist With Rubies , and she look't with Diamonds bright . Fish seas , and foule the aire , hunt all the earth , For such another bit , and loose your labour . Eul. O , why dost thou complaine . Roll. Had she not kill'd her selfe , no cruell Atropos , No fury could for pitty cut her thread . She was the Load-stone of all eies , The whet-stone Of all braines , the touch-stone of all hearts : She was — cries . Eul. O my presaging thoughts in vgly forme Suggest some Tragedy . Speake : yet stay a while : I know thou kill'st with speaking . Be then dumbe : Let sound neere giue those Notions airie roabes . Yet speake , dispatch me : Feare 's as bad as death . Oh , could no tongue affirme it ! Is she dead ? Roll. My Mistresse is . Eul. Wither ye pleasant gardens , where she trod : White lillyes droope , and blasted daysies winke , And weep in pearely dew . Blind Vesper mourne , Hang thy cold teares on euery grassie blade . Groane loud ye woods , and teare your leafie haire : Let wind and hoarie frost kill euery flower : For she is gone , who made continuall May . Let foggie mistes envellop Sunne and Starres : For she is gone , who made perpetuall day . Confounded Nature stand amaz'd , dissolue Thy rowling engines , and vnbrace the Seas : Fling all into their first disordered lumpe . For thy chiefe paragon , thy rich Master-piece , The Iewell , for which thou didst venter all , Is lost , is lost . And can I liue to speake it ? How died she ? Roll. By a poisoned draught . Eul. The very word ( poison ) infects my breath . Durst thou presume to passe that corrall portch ? Were not her Lippes sufficient Antidote ? Durst thou descend through those close winding staires With treacherous intent ? How could thy venome Seaze on her , and not sweetned loose his vertue , Or rather vitious qualitie ? May toades , Dragons , and mandrakes be thy gally-pottes : This Bodie was a casket for the graces , No caske for poison . With her dies all loue : Cupid may breake his Bow , his arrowes burne , Then quench his Taper in a flood of teares . Is she dead ? Roll. Or in a long traunce . Eul. She may reuiue : I 'le visit her : Art may prolong her daies , Whether she will or no . — Exeunt .

Act. 4. Scen. 6. Chorus .

1. Alecto rising from the lakes Of nights sad Empery : With knotty bunch of curled snakes , Doth lash faire Britany . 2. More ghastly monster did not spring , From the Hybernian flood : With which Morindus combating , Of foe became his food . 3. Shall no more Shepheards in the shade sit whistling without care ? Shall neuer speare be made a spade , And sword a plowing share ? 4. Grant heauen at last , that Musick loud Of bloudy Mars be still : That Britaine Virgins in a croud , With hymnes the skie may fill .

2. Song . Nor is Landoraes losse , The least part of our mournefull muse : Ioue Iuno for to crosse , This Troiane Dame for Bride did chuse . Where Shee doth shine , 'Boue Guendoline , The Amazon of her daies : And Mercia wise Law to deuise . O sound Landor . praise . There doth she shine aboue , Cleare as great Deliaes horned bow , Bright as the Queene of Loue , To shoote downe gentle beames below . Sabrina dare Not to compare With her most splendent raies : A ring the skie , A gem her eie : O sound Lando . praise .

Act. 5.

Scen. 1. Caesar , Androgeus , Mandubrace , &c. souldiers . Caes. Thus gaine we ground : yet still our foes will fight , Whether they winne or loose . With bloody drops Our path is printed : Thames his maiden-cheekes Blush with vermilion : Nations crave our League On euery side : Yet still Cassibelane braves vs , Nor will submit . Androg. Not farre hence Verolame lies , his chiefest fort , By nature guarded round with woods and fennes , By Art enclosed with a ditch and rampire : From hence we must dislodge the Boare . Mand. There are but two wayes to assayle this Towne : Both which I know . Your parted army must Breake thorow both at once , and so distract His doubtfull reskues . Enter Volusene with Hulacus prisoner . Hul. Draw slaves vnwilling , I dare meete my death : And lead my Leader . Vol. You 'le repent anon , Hal If I doe ill : But not for suffering ill . Vol. Your stoicall apathy will relent I know . This Priest I caught within a shady grove , Devoutly kneeling at a broad Okes foot . Now He awaites your Doome . Caes. What god adore you ? Hul. Him , whom all should serue . Caes. What s the Moone ? Hul. Nights Sunne : Caes. What s Night ? Hul. A foyle to glorifie the Day . Caes. What most compendious way to happinesse ? Hul. To dye in a good cause . Caes. What is a man ? Hul. An Hermaphrodite of soule & body . Caes. How differ they in nature ? Hul. The body hath in waight , the soule in length . Caes. One question more : What dangers shall I passe ? Hul. Many by land and sea : As steps to glory . Throw Palatine on Aesquiline , on both Heape Aventine , to raise one Pyramis : for a Chaire of Estate , where thy aduanced Head Among those Heroes pictur'd in the Starres , Orion , Perseus , Hercules , may consult With Iove himselfe . But shun the Senate house . March round about the Caspian sea ; search out 'Mong Cedars tall the Arabian Phaenix nest ; Run counter to old Nile , till thou discouer His sacred head wrapt vp in cloudy mountaines : And rather than worke fayle , Turne Hellespont Out of his channell ; Digge that Isthmus downe , Which tyes great Africk . Shun the Senate house . Be Saturne , and so thou shalt not be Tarquine . A Brutus strong , Repayes in Fine : Thy brutish wrong To Brutus line . Caes. Wee 'll talke at leasure more . Exeunt .

Act. 5. Scen. 2. Cassib. Belin . &c. Cass. No rampires keepe him backe : He presses forward , Though euery stampe he treads , seemes to coniure The fates from their infernall center . None But he , durst be so bold . Bel. Yes , when Britaines lead , and Mandubrace insulting With naked sword calles on the lagging souldiers : When fearce Androgeus with revolted nations , Vsher his army . No way halfe so quicke To ruinate kingdomes , as by home-bred strife . Thus while we single fight , we perish all . Cass. I , I , those treacherous caitiffes , rebell slaves : O may their countryes heauy curse them sinke Below the nine-fold brazen gates of hell : That princox proud : I , t was a scape in policy , I should haue slaine the whelps with their good Syre . Let Britaines climactericall yeere now runne , The Series breake of seuentie Kings : Nay let One vrne conclude our ashes and the worlds . Befall what will : In midst of horrors noyse , And crackling flames , when all is lost , wee 'll dye With weapons in our hands , and victory skorne : There 's none that dye so poore , as they are borne . Faithfull Belinus , let a Post command The Kentish Kings to set vpon his fleete : Whilst we heere bid the bace . Foure thousand chariotteers , ( Such as did glide vpon the Phrygian Plaines , And wheeling double seruice doe performe , Both horse-mans speed , and foot-mans stable strength ) Still doe remaine : With these and flocking voluntaries Wee 'll giue him once more battell . Let the Captaines Enter , and heare my charge . Enter Captaines . He stands on a throne . Subiects and Fellow-souldiers ; We must now try For ancient freedome , or perpetuall bondage . There is no third choise . The inraged foe With cruell pride , proud avarice , hath spoyl'd From East to West , hunting for blood and gaine . Your wiues and daughters ravisht , ransackt townes , Great bellyes ript with launces , sprawling babes , The spouse about her husbands necke run through By the same speare . Thinke on these Obiects : Then choose them for your Lords , who spoyle and burne Whole countryes ; and call Desolation , Peace . Yeeld , yeeld ; That he ennobled by our spoyles , May clime the Capitoll with triumphant carte , You led fast fetterd through the staring streets , For citie Dames to mocke your habite strange , And fill their arras hangings with our story . No : Brennus ghost forbid , who this night stood , Before my eyes , and grimly furious spake : Shall Britaine stoop to Romane Rods and Hatchets , And servile tribute ? Will ye so defame Your ancestors , and your successors wrong , Heires but of slauery ? O , this day make good The glory of so many ages past ! I see , you are incens'd , and wish to vse Your weapons , not your eares . All . To armes , to armes , to armes : Wee 'll fight , and dye . Exeunt .

Act. 5. Scen. 3. Eulinus , in a nightcap . vnbraced . Violl . Poynado . Playes and sings to the violl . So the Siluer-feathered swan , Both by death and colour wan , Loues to sing before shee dye , Leauing life so willingly . But how can I sing a note ? When dead hoarsenesse stops my throat : Or how can I play a stroke ? When my heart-strings all are broke . Come guilty night , and with blacke velvet wings Mantle me round ; Let melancholike thoughts , Hang all my braine with Blacks : This darkesome grove , My gallery . So , all things suite my mind : Such funerall colours please a gasping heart . I dyed with thee Landora once : Now only Some strugling spirits are behind , to be Laid out with most thrift on thy memory . Where shall I first begin my last complaint , Which must be measur'd by my glasse of life ? At thee Hirildas ? Slaine in furious moode , By whose helpe only I inioy'd my loue ? Or thee Landora ? dying for his sake , And in thy death including mine ? Or at my Countries wracke ? whose surface torne Doth for my vengeance importune the Pole ? Or at my selfe ? I , there is sorrowes spring . Shall I goe wandring lurke in woods vnknowne , A banisht Hermite , and sigh out my griefes ? Teaching the prettie birds to sing my deare , My deare Landora : There to feed on acornes , Drinke the cleare fountaine , and consume with weeping , Were but an easie life , an easie death : My violent passion must haue sudden vent . Refined Soule , whose odoriferous light , The damned hags stare at , and whining elves , Thinking it Heauen in hell : Behold my pangs , Pittie my dying groanes , and be more soft . O may our shadowes mingle ; then shall I Enuie no more those Citizens aboue , The ambrosian juncates of the Olympian hall And all that gorgeous Roofe . But cowards talke . Come thou last refuge of a wearisome life ; Drawes his Poynado . A pasport to the Elysian land , A key To vnlocke my grieued in-mate . Loe I come . O let this riuer from my eyes , this streame vnbuttons . From my poore breast , beg fauour of thy ghost : O let this luke-warme blood thy Rigour steepe , stabs . And mollifie thy adamantine heart . Leander-like I swim to thee through blood : Be thy bright eyes my Pharos , and conduct me Through the dull night of gloomy Erebus . Flow , flow , ye liuely drops , and from my veines Run winding to the Ocean of my blisse : Tell her my loue , and if Shee still shall doubt , Sweare that ye came directly from my heart . I stay too long . stabs agen . Sweet Lady giue me wellcome . Though I shall passe twelue monsters as the Sunne , Or twelue Herculean labours on a row : Yet one kinde looke makes all my iourney sweet Thou Fayry-Queene of the Tartarian Court , To whom Proserpine may the Apple giue , Worthier than Shee , to warme old Plutoes bed : See thy poore vassall weltering in his goare . I faint , I faint . I dye thy Martyr , as I liu'd thy Priest : Great Goddesse be propitious , Sweet Landora — falles and dyes .

Act. 5. Scen. 4. The foure Kings of Kent march ouer the stage . A Drum strucke vp within . Q. Atrius comes with Cingetorix prisoner . Rollano running . Volusene meetes him . Roll. What shall I doee ? How shall I scape ? falls for feare . Vol. I scorne to take aduantage , Rise and Fight . Roll. I had rather be kill'd quickly , quickly . Vol. Then die , as thou destrest . thrusts at him . Roll. O let me winke first . bawles aloud . I shall neuer indure it . Oh , oh . I am pepper'd and salted . Exit . Volus . Roll. crawles away . Cassibelane , Belinus , &c. Cassib. O that base Fortune should great spirits damp , And fawne on muddie slaues : That enuious fate Should ripen villany with a Syrian dew , And blast sweet vertue with a Sirian flame . A Catalogue of mischiefes doe concurre Our Britaine Hector , Nennius dead : Our Kings Angry to be refus'd , sit stil at home : And then those traitors with their traine augment His huge and expert Armie : Nothing stops him ; Riuers , nor Rampiers , Woods , nor dangerous Bogges ; On this side Thames his dismall Ensignes shine : Last , Kents vnhappie rulers are at Sea Ore-throwne , and our men almost spent . Then , Generall , In desperate pride , and valours scornefull rage , Let vs runne head-long through their armed tents , And make their Campe a Shambles : So to raise Our loftie toombes vpon their slaughtered heapes . Bel. Nay , rather first le ts parley for peace . Cassib. Ye Country-gods and Nymphes , who Albion loue , Old Father Neptune , all ye powers diuine , Witnesse my loyall care : If humane strength , Courage , and policy , could a Kingdome saue ; We did our best . But discord , child of hell , Numbers of traine-men , and each Captaine pickt Out of a Province , make vs bow or breake . In vaine we striue , when Deities doe frowne : When Destinies push , Atlas himselfe comes downe . Enter Comius . Bel. No mediator is so fit as Comius : And heer 's the man . Com. Doe not the dangers which enuiron you , Call for a good conclusion ? which I wish As friend to both sides . Cassib. No Comius : There is more behind , than Caesar Hath ouer-runne : Our Chariotters still driue , Our harnesse still is worne : Through woods and lakes Wee 'l tire his daintie souldiers : Then set fire On Townes , and sacrifice our selues , our wiues , Our goods , and cattell , in one publike flame : That wind may blow our ashes in his face . Com. So shall dead Elements curse your causelesse fury . Rather conclude some friendly peace . Cassib. Thus farre we heare you : If with honoured termes , And royall lookes , he will accept our faith : We will obey , but neuer serue . Com. I 'le vndertake as much . Exeunt .

Act. 5. Scen. 5. Androgeus , Themantius . Andr. Thus ciuill warre by me , and factious broyles , Deface this goodly land : I am reueng'd : The cause Eulinus dead , my Anger dies . He is our Vncle , and in danger's mouth ; Both claime relenting pitty . Whom peace made A rampant Lyon , warre hath made a Lambe . Caesar shall not proceede , for priuate ends , To captiuate our I le : whose clamorous curse Doth knock , I know , at Heauens Starre-nailed gates : For that Ioues bird , impt with our plumes , ore-flew The Oceans wall ; To seeke her prey in Britaine . Them . I , we haue made a Rod for our owne backes : Fetters of gold are fetters . No gap worse To let destruction in by , than to call A forraine aide : who hauing seene our weaknesse , And tasted once the fatnesse of our land , Is not so easily thrust out , as admitted . Such medicine is worse than the maladie , Fretting the bowells of our kingdome . Andr. I know their hatred iust ; and heere resigne All my birth-right to thee , my second selfe : I must forsake my Countries sight , and seeke New fortunes with this Emperour ; In hope To be rais'd vp , by his now rising wheele . Them . O , doe not so , deare Brother . So to part , Were to diuide one Indiuiduall Soule . Nor thinke me so ambitious : I can liue A priuate life , and see a regall Crowne , With no more entry than I see the Sunne , Glitter aboue me . Let not Lud's two sonnes Be parted by a Sea : I hold your presence , At higher price than a whole kingdomes pomp . Keepe then your right : like those admired twinnes , Let vs reioyce , mourne , liue , and die together . Andr. You shall a Scepter gaine . Them . And loose a Brother . Andr. Beare you the Soueraigne power of this land . Them . A body politicke must on two legges stand : I 'le beare a part , so to diminish enuy . Andr. I must away , and shun the peoples eie . Them . If to your selfe vnkind , be kind to me : For my sake stay at home : why will you flie ? Thinke you a stepdame soile giues sweeter sappe ? Andr. I : For trees transplanted do more goodly grow . Them . And I 'le count men but stockes , when they do so . Andr. I am resolu'd : All troubles brought a sleepe : To leaue you with a parting kisse . Them . And by that kisse May I transfuse my soule , or quite expire ? Brothers haue often for a kingdome fought : We striue to loose it . This is holy strife . But heere I vow , if ere that sacred Lace Shall gird my Temples : Rome must keep her boundes , Or fish for Tribute in the dredfull deepe .

Act. 5. Scen. 6. Caesar . Mandubrace . Andr. Let gracious fauour smooth warres rugged brow : Cassibelane will compound : All rage must end : We choose you Vmpire , for a friendly cloze . Caes. It is my glory to end all with peace : And for that cause , I Comius sent in hast , For to conduct him hither . Them . This trump giues warning of the Kings approach . Cassibelane . Comius . Lantonus . Cassib. Fate , and no fault of mine , makes me appeare , To yeeld as far as honour giues me leaue . Caes. Haile valorous prince , disdaine not this ingrafting Into Romes Empire , whose command incloses The whole Leuant , and whose large shadow hides The triple-bounded Earth , and bellowing Seas . Cassib. We shall obserue your will ; so you impose A league , no yoake . They shake hands . Caes. Thus we determine : That Crowne still shall stand ; Raigne as the totall Monarch of this I le : Till death vn-kings you . 'T were , Androgeus , best You in our traine kept honourable place : And let Themantius weare the royall wreath . You must forgiue the Townes which did reuolt , Nor seeke reuenge on Trinobants , but let Young Mandubrace possesse his Fathers Princedome . Cassib. Be all wrongs drencht in Lethe . Andr. Pardon my rash attempts . Cassib. embraces Androg . and Mand. Mand. Count me your loyall friend . Caes. In signe of league , you shall vs pledges giue , And yeerely pay three thousand pound of siluer , Vnto our Treasury . So let these decrees Be straight proclaim'd through Troynovant , whose Tower Shall be more fairely built at my charge , as A lasting Monument of our arriuall . Cassib. All shall be done : Renowned Prince , whose worth , Vnparalelld both as a Friend and Foe , We doe admire . Accept this Surcoate , starrified with pearles , And Diamonds , such as our owne shoares breed . Caes. And you receiue this massie Cup of gold , Loues earnest , and Memoriall of this day : By this , suppose our Senate cals you friend . They sit together . Lant . Now time , best Oracle of Oracles , Father of truth , the true sense doth suggest Of Dians answer ; The Lyon and the Eagle doe designe The Britaine and the Romane states , whose armes Were painted with those Animals : Both fierce Weary at last conclude : The Semicircles , First letters of the Leaders names , we see Are ioyn'd in true loues endlesse figure . Both come of Troiane race , both nobly bold , Both matchlesse Captaines , on one Throne behold . Caes. Now the Tarpeyan rocke ore-lookes the world ; Her Empire bounded onely by the Ocean ; And boundlesse Fame beates on the starry Pole . So Danow crawling from a mountaines side , Wider and deeper growes , and like a Serpent , Or Pyramis reuerst ; improues his bignesse , As well as length : Till viewing countries large , And fed with sixty riuers , his wide mouth On the Euxine Sea-nymph gapes , and feare doth stir , Whether he will disgorge , or swallow her . Cassib. Since the great guide of all , Olympus King , Will haue the Romanes his Vice-Royes on earth : Since the red fatall eyes of crow-blacke night , Fling their malignant influence on our state : Since Britaine must submit : It was her fame , None but a Iulius Caesar could her tame . While Trumpets sound : Androgeus and Themantius imbracing take leaue . All depart .

Act. 5. Scen. 7. Chorus . 1. Song . Come fellow Bards and sing with cheere ; Since dreadfull Alarums we shall no more heare . Come louely peace , our Saint diuine , Oliue and Lawrell doe loue for to twine . The Graces , and Muses , and Nymphes in a round : Let voice beate the aire , and feet beat the ground . So Hells blacke image chas'd away , Eos doth dandle the goldy-lock'd day : So Bruma banisht all forlorne , Cupid and Flora the spring doe adorne . And so the grim fury of Mars laid in graue , A merrier ending doth friendly peace craue . 2. Song . A Morisko . The Skie is glad that Starres aboue , Doe giue a brighter splendor : The Starres vnfold their flaming gold , To make the ground more tender : The ground doth send a fragrant smell , That aire may be the sweeter : The aire doth charme the swelling Seas , With pretty chirping meeter : The Sea with rivers water doth The plants and flowers dainty : The plants doe yeeld their fruitfull seed , That beasts may liue in plenty : The Beasts doe giue both food and cloth , That man high Ioue may honour : And so the world runnes merrily round , When peace doth smile vpon her . Oh then , then Oh : Oh then , then Oh : This Iubilee last for euer : That Forraine spight , or Ciuill fight , Our quiet trouble neuer . Exeunt . Mercury reducing the Ghostes of Camillus , and Brennus . Cam. How brauely Caesar past the angry Maine ? Brenn. How brauely was he backe repulst againe ? Cam. How did he wheele his sword in Nennius face ? Brenn. How did he loose his sword , and flie apace ? Cam. How did againe his Army fill your coast ? Brenn. I , when our Princes did conduct his hoast . Cam. How did they pierce through Isis dangerous flood ? Brenn. But made her swell , and bank-rupt with their blood . Cam. Mirrour of Captaines , Iulius stile hath wonne . Brenn. But we may iustly brag of two for one . Cam. Confesse , our valorous race hath now repaid The Allian Massacre , and our cities Flame : See how they yeeld , and yeerely Tribute pay . Brenn. No , proud Dictator : Both do weary stand On equall termes : Both wish a peacefull League . But if they shall oppresse ; know , Generous spirits Will breake this Compact , like a Spiders webbe . Merc. Ioues will is finisht : And ( though Iuno frowne , That no more Troiane blood shall die the stage ) The worlds fourth Empire Britaine doth embrace . The Thunder-bearer with a Ianus looke At once viewes ruddie morne , and cloudie West : Her wings displaied ore this Terrestriall egge , Will shortly hatch an Vniuersall peace : For Ioue intends a fauour to the world . It now remaines , That you two martiall wights Cease from your brauing one anothers worth : You must be friends at last . The cloze is sweete , When after tumults , hearts and hands doe meete . Exeunt . Nec Lusisse pudet , sed non incidere Ludum .

FINIS .