Fuimus Troes Æneid. 2. The true Troianes, being a story of the Britaines valour at the Romanes first inuasion: Publikely represented by the gentlemen students of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford.

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, Ile 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.

Tis he, tis he. I care not for vaine glory: Its sweeter liue, than dead to be a storie,

runs away.

Eul.

O valiant coward, stay. Theres 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 possssion of our Ile, 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 Ile 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 lets 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 Ile, 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, tis 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, ar∣mour 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, Nēnius 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.

Twas fowly plaid.

Hir.

You lye, twas 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 flily 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 borrells 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.