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
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
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 VVith 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. VVee '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 VVoods 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