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
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
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
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. VVither ye pleasant gardens where she trod VVhite 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