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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

Pursu'd Abhorr'd and Loath'd by all thy fellow Creatures Com. Woman Woman Oh how I love this Pride Thou now art fit to be belov'd by me Not made to fill our Arms the Vulgar way Claud. Oh I have been to blame my foolish Tongue Betray'd the weakness of my unwary Heart Th' art Fair as Light and Innocent as Truth Royal by Birth by Nature Excellent Com. This is far more than my Revenge e'er hop'd for Not only to enjoy thy Body but Bent down thy Soul in Fear and Flattery Which feeds both my Anger and my Love Nay come your Mignion's safely laid His Sword proud Beauty will never more Be drawn in your Defence Enter Venutius Ven. Oh where Where is this proud Imperious Villain Claud. He 's here he 's here Ye Gods poor Claudia thanks you Ven. Have at thee Prince thus I salute Draws Com. Are you so hot Sir I have that Shall cool you Fight here and Comes falls Curse of your Sword You are too sure a Marks-Man Ven Farewel and tell thy fellow Devils below 'T is to Venutius's Sword thou ow'st thy Death A Fate too Noble for a Wretch like thee Com. I 'm going but leave my Curse behind me May'st thou still Love and be like me Rewarded Death Horror and Despair Where am I now Dies Claud. Come to my Arms my Hero born for Conquest Dearer and Greater in the single Combat Than all the Labours of the busie day Ha! But he bleeds O all ye Gods He bleeds Those precious drops that might redeem a Kingdom In silent pace bear his dear life away O fatal Conquest dear bought Victory O wond'rous proof of unexampl'd Love Ven. Love Yes I call the unknowing Gods to witness How much I love thee through what Seas of Danger I have ventur'd for thee Thou art that precious Diamond that glorious Prize which seated on a Rock From far hast drawn the Eyes of the Beholders I the bold Lover who in spight of Fortune By Heav'n incourag'd and Guided by my ●●ve Rode o'er the raging Waves and bore thee off Ha! Have I not What Pict shall now oppose us What Roman Sword shall interrupt our Peace The Winds are still Heaven gently smiles upon us 'T is all Serene and I am thine for ever Claud. Alas Thou Rav'st 'T is Madness all thou ut terst Help help Where now are all those Gods The Poets in their wild fancies Dreamt Were in the Woods No kinder Pow'r to hear A Virgins Pray'r No Aesculapius near or Great Apollo Ven No 't is too late I find Death's Hand upon me And feel my Soul just ready for the sally Weep not my Claudia there are Joys in store For thee and me tho' I am now no more Dies Claud. He 's dead he 's dead and in my Cause Oh thou dear Youth Winged like a Perseus for his rescu'd Andromeda Thou flew'st all Soul all Love to my Deliverance And this is thy Reward Oh where 's your Justice Heav'n when Virtue that shou'd be the Charge of God's must thus neglected thus untimely bleed And all that most deserv'd to live must die But why do I live ye Pow'rs Why gave ye us poor Lovers one Soul And not one twisted Thread of life to break and Die toget her No Venutius The Gods are Partial I 'll mend the work of Heav'n But can Tears mend it Tears the April-shower of Girls No I 'll weep Blood Enter Nennius with Soldiers Nen. Cease Madam cease by your untimely fall You 'll add to Royal Sorrow The unhappy Queen with your much Mourning Sister Are i' th' Fort by Roman Powr's immur'd nothing Remains but Death or an Ignoble Flight or Bondage Claud. Death Nennius Death Look here then talk of Life Lead on I 'll show the way and in my fall Be great as any Roman of 'em all Enter Bonvica and Julia. Bonv. Where shall the wretched Off spring of Bonduca fly To escape those dismal Screams of Horror That fill the Britains Ears Oh whetched Mother Unhappy Sister More unhappy I Their Courage makes th' appoach of Death Seem pleasing But I have the true fearful Soul of Woman and wou'd not quit the World Julia call Lucius and bid him bring his Lute Fain wou'd I leave this dire consuming Melancholy Enter Lucius with a Lute Luc. I 'd have the Song you taught me last I fear I do resemble now the Swan That Sings before its Death Second SONG by Miss Cross OH Lead me to some Peaceful Gloom Where none but sighing Lovers come Where the shrill Trumpets never sound But one Eternal Hush goes round There let me sooth my pleasing Pain And never think of War again What Glory can a Lover have To Conquer yet be still a Slave After the Song enter Messenger Mess Madam the Queen expects you on the Walls Your Sister with you the Roman Pow'rs Are all come down with Fury ' gainst the Castle Bonv. Then then farewel to this World I see I see my Fate direct before me My Mothers Fury greater than the Romans Presents me Death in a thousand various forms Oh all ye Britain Powers Oh great Andate Pity my Youth Oh Mercy Mercy Mercy Exit Appear Bonduca Claudia Nennius and Bonvica above Bond. Now Claudia now Bonvica O my Children Is the time come to shew your constant Valours Think not my Girls we will be Slaves to Rome No we will shew these Lords o' th' World these Romans How they shou'd die with Honour Hark! They come since we must fall fall bravely Enter Suetonius Junius Decius Demetrius Curius and Soldiers Suet. Bring up the Catapults and shake the Walls We will not be out-brav'd thus Bond. Shake the Earth You cannot shake our Souls Bring up your Rams And with their Armed Heads make the Fort totter You do but rock us into Death Dec. Yield Noble Queen Bond. I 'm unacquainted with that Language Romans Suet. Yield Honour'd Lady and expect our Mercy We love thy Nobleness Exit Decius Bond. I thank ye you say well But Mercy and Love are sins in Rome and Hell Suet. You cannot scape our Strength you must Yield Lady you must adore and fear the Power of Rome Bond If Rome be Earthly why shou'd any Knee With Bending Adoration Worship her She 's Vicious and your partial selves confess Aspires the height of all Impiety Therefore 't is fitter I shou'd Reverence The Thatcht Houses where the Britains dwell In careless Mirth where the best Houshold Gods See nought but chaste and simple Purity 'T is not high Pow'r that makes a place Divine But sacred Thoughts in holy Bosoms stor'd Make People Noble and the place Ador'd Exit Decius Suet. Beat the Wall deeper Bond. Beat it to the Center We will not sink one Thought Bonv. O Mother These are fearful Hours Speak gently To these fierce Men they will afford us pity Bond. Pity thou fearful Girl 'T is for those Wretches That Misery makes tame Would'st thou live less Wast thou not Born a Princess Can my