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A27180	Bonduca, or, The British heroine a tragedy, acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants, with a new entertainment of musick, vocal and instrumental : never printed or acted before.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Bonduca.; Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1584; ESTC R17919	33,304	60

Blood And thy brave Father's Spirit suffer in thee So base a Separation from thy self As Mercy from these Tyrants Say they had Mercy The Devil A Releuting Conscience The Lives of Kings rest in their Diadems Which to their Bodies lively Souls do give And ceasing to be Kings they cease to Live Enter Decius Decius There 's a Breach made is it your Will We Charge Sir Suet. Once more Mercy Mercy to all that yield Bond. Hear me mark me well and look upon me Directly in my Face my Womans Face Whose only Beauty is the hate it bears you See with thy narrowest Eyes thy sharpest Wishes Into my Soul and see what there inhabits See if one fear one shadow of a terrour One paleness dare appear but from my Anger To lay hold on your Mercies No ye Fools Poor Fortune's Fools we were not born for Triumphs To follow your gay sports and fill your Slaves With ●oo●s and ●cc●amations Pet. Brave Behaviour Claud. The Children of as great as Rome as Noble Our Names before her and her Deeds our Envy Must we gild o're your Conquest make your State That is not fairly strong but fortunate No no ye Romans we have ways to scape you To make you poor again indeed our Prisoners And stick our Triumphs full Bond. D' ye wonder we 'll make our Monuments In spight of Fortune in spight of all Your Eagles Wings We 'll work a pitch above ye Suet. Decius go Charge the Breach Bond. Stick in thy Body and make it good but half an hour Nenn. I 'll do 't Claud. And then be sure to Die Nenn. It shall go hard else Bond. Farewel brave Nennius we shall meet yonder Where few of those must come Exit Bring up the Poison Bonv. O my Fortune Bond. Hah What said you Bonv. Good Mother nothing to offend you Bond. Here Girl behold us Romans Suet. Mercy yet Bond. No Talking come short Prayers and let 's dispatch The Business You begin shrink not I 'll see you do 't Bonv. O Gentle Mother O Romans O my Heart I dare not Suet. Woman Woman Unnatural Woman Bonv. O! perswade her Romans Alas I am Young And wou'd Live Noble Mother Can you kill That you gave Life to Are my Years Fit for Destruction Suet. Yield and be a Queen still a Mother and a Friend Bond. Ye talk in vain come Drink it Claud. Fie Sister fie What wou'd you live to be Bonv. Mercy O Mercy Suet. Hear her thou wretched Woman Bonv. Mercy Mother O whither will ye send me I was once your Darling Your Delight Bond. O Gods Fear in my Family Do it and Nobly Bonv. O! Do not frown then Claud. Do it Worthy Sister 'T is nothing 't is but a Pleasure we 'll go with you Bonv. O! If I knew but whither Claud. To the Bless'd above where we shall meet our Father Where nothing but true Joy is Bonv. O! Comfort me still for Heavens sake Claud. No Wars no Lustful Slaves to Ravish us Bonv. That steals me along farewel to this World Drinks Bond. That 's my Good Girl Claud. The next is mine Show me a Roman Lady in all your Stories Dare do this for her Honour Bond. Make haste Claud. I will Wou'd you learn how to Die bravely Romans To fling off this Case of Flesh lose all your Cares For ever hunt Honour and not Nations with your Sword Keep your Minds humble your Devotions high So shall you learn the Noblest part to Die Dies Bond. I come my Noble Children here Here 's the Draught wou'd ask no less than Caesar's self To pledge it for the Glories sake Suet. Madam make up your own Conditions Bond. So we will Suet. Stay be any thing Bond. A Saint Suetonius when thou shalt fear and Die Like a Slave ye Fools you shou'd have ty'd Up Death first when ye Conquered You sweat for us in vain else see him here He 's ours still and our Friend Laughs at your Pities And we command him with as easie Reins As do our Enemies I feel the Poison Poor Vanquisht Romans with what matchless Tortures cou'd I now Rack you but I pity ye Desiring to Die quiet nay so much I hate to prosecute my Victory That I will give you Counsel e're I Die If you will keep your Laws and Empire whole Place in your Romans Flesh a British Soul Dies Suet. Desperate and Strange Give her fair Funeral she was Noble and a Queen Petilius haste draw out three Companies And make up instantly to Caratach What means this Ceremony Pet. The Body of Young Junius that was Slain in the last Battle Suet. Go then Petilius do as I commanded After due Ceremony done to th' Dead The Noble Dead we 'll follow you Exeunt Enter Caratach upon a Rock and Hengo by him Sleeping Cara. Thus we Afflicted Britains climb for Safeties And to avoid our Dangers seek Destructions Thus we awake to Sorrows O thou Woman Thou Agent for Adversities What Curses This Day belong to thy Improvidence To Britans by thy means What sad Millions Of Widows weeping Eyes The Strong Man's Valour Thou hast betray'd to Fury the Childs Fortune To fear and want of Friends whose Pieties Might wipe his Mournings off and build his Sorrows A House of Rest by his Blest Ancestors The Virgins thou hast robb'd of all their Wishes Blasted their blowing hopes turn'd their Songs Their Mirthful Marriage Songs to Funerals The Land thou hast left a Wilderness of Wretches The Boy begins to stir thy safety made Wou'd my Soul were in Heaven Heng. O Noble Uncle Look out I dreamt we were betray'd Cara. No harm Boy 't is but thy Emptiness that breeds These Fancies thou sha't have Meat anon Hen. A little Uncle and I shall hold out bravely Enter Macer and Soldiers with Meat and a Bottle Macer Hang it o' th' side o' th' Rock as tho' the Britains Stole hither to Relieve him who first ventures To fetch it off is ours I cannot see him He lies close in a hole above I know it Gnawing upon his Anger Ha! No 't is not he 1 Sol. 'T is but the shaking of the Boughs Macer Plague shake 'em I 'm sure they shake me soundly There 1 Sol. 'T is nothing Macer Make no noise if he stir a deadly Tempest Of huge Stones fall upon us 'T is done close close Cara Sleep still sleep sweetly Child 't is all thou feed'st on No Gentle Britain near no Valiant Charity To bring thee Food poor K 〈…〉 thou art Sick Extream Sick almost grown wild for Meat And yet thy Goodness will not confess nor show it All the Woods are double loin'd with Soldiers No way left us to make a Noble Escape I 'll si●down by thee and when thou wak'st Either get Meat to save thee or lose my Life I' th' Purchase Good Gods comfort thee Ha! Courage my Boy I have found Meat look Hengo Where some Blessed Britain to preserve thee Has hung a little Food and Drink Chear up Boy Do not

for sake me now Heng. O Uncle Uncle I feel I cannot stay long Yet I 'll fetch it to keep your Noble Life Uncle I am heart-whole and wou'd live Cara. Thou sha't long I hope Heng. But my Head Uncle Methinks the Rock goes round Don't you hear the noise of Bells Cara. Of Bells Boy 'T is thy fancy Alas thy Body's full of Wind. Heng. Methinks Sir they ring a strange sad Knell A Preparation to some near Funeral of State Nay weep not my own sweet Uncle You will kill me sooner Car. O my poor Chicken Heng. Fie faint-hearted Uncle Come tie me in your Belt and let me down Car. I 'll go my self Boy Heng. No as you love me Uncle I will not eat if I do not fetch it The danger only I desire pray tie me Cara. I will and all my Care hang over thee Come Child my Valiant Child Heng. Let me down apace Uncle And you shall see how like a Daw I 'll whip it From all their Policies for 't is most certain A Roman Train and you must hold me sure too You 'll spoil all else when I have got it Uncle We 'll be as merry Cara. Go i' th' Name of Heaven Boy Heng. Quick quick Uncle I have it Oh! Cara. What ail'st thou Heng. O my best Uncle I am slain Cara. I see ye and Heaven direct my Hand Destruction go with thy Coward Soul How do'st thou Boy O Villain Villain Villain Heng. O Uncle Uncle How it pricks me Am I preserv'd for this Extreamly pricks me Cara. Coward Rascal Coward Dogs eat thy Flesh Heng. O! I bleed hard I faint too upon 't How sick I am the Lean Rogue Uncle Cara. Look Boy I have laid him sure enough Heng. Have ye knockt his Brains out Cara. I warrant thee from stirring more Chear up Child Heng. Hold my Sides hard stop stop O wretched Fortune Must we part thus Still I grow sicker Uncle Cara. Heaven look upon this Noble Child Heng. I once hoped I shou'd have liv'd to have met these bloody Romans At my Swords point to have Reveng'd my Father's To have beaten ' em O hold me hard Uncle Cara. Thou sha't live still I hope Boy Heng. I wou'd live a little longer Spare me Heavens but only to thank you For your tender Love Good Uncle Good Noble Uncle weep not Cara. O my Chicken My Dear Boy What shall I loose Hen. Why a Child that must have Dy'd however Had this escaped me Feaver or Famine I was Born to Die Sir Cara. But thus unblown my Boy Hen. I shall go the streighter my Journey to the Gods Sure I shall know when you come Uncle Cara. Yes Boy Heng. And I hope we shall enjoy together That Great Blessedness you told me of Cara. Most certain Child Heng. I grow Cold my Eyes are going Cara. Lift 'em up Heng. Pray for me and Noble Uncle when my Bones are Ashes think of your little Nephew Mercy Cara. Mercy you Blessed Angels take him Heng. Kiss me so farewel farewel Dies Cara. Farewel the Hopes of Britain Thou Royal Graft farewel farewel Time and Death you have done your worst Fortune now see now proudly pluck off this Veil And view thy Triumph Look look What thou hast brought this Land to O Fair Flower How lovely yet thy Ruins show How sweetly even Death embraces thee The Peace of Heav'n the Followship of all Great Souls be with thee Enter Suetonius Petilius with Roman Soldiers Suet. Yield thee bold Caratach by all the Gods I swear As I 'm a Soldier as I envy thee I 'll use thee like thy self th' Valliant Britain Petil. Brave Soldier yield Thou Stock of Arms and Honour Thou filler of the World with Fame and Glory Suet. Excellent Britain do me but that honour That more to me than Conquest that true happiness To be my Friend Car. O Romans See what here is 〈…〉 Boy liv'd Suet. For Fame's sake forthy Sw 〈…〉 As thou desir'st to build thy Virtues 〈…〉 Car. No Roman No! I wear 〈…〉 Soul A Soul too great for Slav'ry 〈…〉 Boy My dear lov'd Hengo From thy 〈…〉 down Behold the last of thy great Race 〈…〉 ing Suetonius view this little Cas 〈…〉 By Roman Rapine Robb'd of all his Wealth A fair rich Soyl that Precious Royal Gem By Fate 's too Barbarous Hand untimely snatcht These Tears I sacrifice to thee my Boy But to my Queen and my unhappy Country This richer Purple Stream my Blood I give Suet. O thou too envy'd Miracles of Worth What bast thou done Nas Rome too poor a Mistress To Wed thee to her Arms Not one Charm In all her Courting Smiles and Proffer'd Lawrels Car. Rome Sir ah no! She bids a Price too small To Bribe me into Life my bleeding Country Calls me to Nobler Wreaths and in her Fall To mount a Star in Albion's long long Night And when her Caratach dies in such a Cause A British Tomb outshines a Roman Triumph Suet. Prodigious Virtue Car. Out-live my Country's Liberty Shall Caratach dare but to think that Thought Now Britain is all yours but as my Blood From this small Fountain flows grant me one Favour Lay this Young British Rose Cropt in the Bud Close by my side and since the World your own Spare us but Earth enough to cover o'er These small Remains and I shall ask no more Dies Suet. That Hollow'd Relick Thou Rich Diamond Cut with the own Dust Thou for whose wide Fame The would appears too narrow all Man's thought Had they all Tongues too silent Thus I bow To thy most Honoured Ashes tho' an Enemy Yet Friend to all thy Worths Sleep peaceably Happiness Crown thy Soul and in thy Earth Some Lawrel fix his Seat there grow and Flourish And make thy Grave an Everlasting Triumph Farewel all Glorious Wars now thou art gone All Noble Battels Maintain'd in Thirs 〈…〉 and not of Blood Farewel for ever No 〈…〉 please Bear off the Noble 〈…〉 a File High as Olimpus that may 〈…〉 wonder To see a Star on Earth o 〈…〉 O ever Lov'd and ever L 〈…〉 Thy Honour'd and most 〈…〉 Memory EPILOGUE Spoken by Miss DENNY CHOCK But Six Years Old WELL now to speak a Good Word for the Play Dear Gallants but alass What can I say I am too Young for your kind Smiles to pray When we ask Favours Naughty Men from you We must be Old enough to grant 'em too Old Pray how Old O Yes our Cupid's Darts Must first be Feather'd e're we shoot at Hearts But these weak Eyes too feeble Charms 't is true You may look Babies there but that won't do We must be able to make Babies too Who knows what Charms I have I hear A Gentle Story whisper'd in your Ear Has that strange power nay Sirs if that will get ye You 'll find that I can prattle very pretty You heard me t'other Day in Young Queen Betty Such Honey-words such dear soft words I 'll call Say such fine things if saying will do all Ah no the soft white Birds that sing to you Must be grown up to Bill as well as Cooe And I 'm too small to win your Hearts that way But tho' I 'm yet too Young for Turtles play By your warm Suns a Blooming Flower I 'll grow And keep my Rose-bud for your Smiles to Blow FINIS A Catalogue of some Plays Printed for 〈◊〉 〈…〉 tley in Russel-street in Covent Garden BEaumont and Fletcher s Plays In all 51. in large Fol. Mr. Shakespear's Plays In one large Fol. Volume containing 43 Plays Mr. Nathaniel Lee's Plays In one Volume Mr. Otway's Plays In one Volume Mr. Shadwel's Plays In one Volume Mr. Dryden's Plays In two Volumes His other Poems One Volume more A. 1 All mistaken or the mad Couple 2 Alexander the Great 3 Andromache 4 Ambitious Statesman or the Loyal Favourite 5 Virtue Betray'd or Anna-Bullen 6 Abdellazor or the Moor's Revenge 7 Amorous Prince 8 Amends for Ladies 9 Albumazor 10 Amboyna a Tragedy 11 All for Love or the World well lost 12 Aurinzeb or the Great Mogul 13 Assignation or Love in a Nunnery B. 14 Brutus of Alba. 15 Byron's Conspiracy 1st Part. 16 Byron's Conspiracy 2d Part. 17 Banditti or the Lady in distress 18 Busey d'Ambois C. 19 Cambyses King of Persia a Tragedy 20 Chances a Comedy altered by the Duke of Buckingham 21 Cleomenes or the Spartan Heroe 22 Caesar Borgia 23 Country Wit 24 Calisto or the Chast Nymph 25 Country Wife 26 City Politicks 27 Constantive 28 Common-wealth of Women 29 Counterf 〈…〉 30 Caius Marius D. 31 Darius King of Persia a Tragedy 32 Dramatick 〈◊〉 by Mr. Dryden 33 Destruction of Jerusalem in two Parts 34 Duke of G●ise 35 Dutch Lovers 36 Duke of 〈◊〉 37 Disappointment E. 38 Epsome-Wells 39 English Monsieur 40 Esquire Old Sap or the Night Adventures 41 Essex and Elizabeth or the Unhappy Favourite 42 Empress of Morocco 43 Evening Love or Mock Astrologer F. 44 Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom 45 The Fond Husband or Plotting Sisters 46 Fool turn'd Critick 47 The Fatal Wager 48 Fatal Jealousie 49 False Count. G. 50 Gentleman Dancing Master 51 Generous Enemies or the Rediculous Lovers 52 Gloriana or the Court of Augustus Caesar 53 Grateful Servant