SCENE I.A mountainous Country.
Caratach discovered upon the Rock in the Back-ground, and HENGO by him sleeping.
Car. Thus we afflicted Britons climb for safeties,
And, to avoid our dangers, seek destructions;
awake to sorrows.Oh, thou woman,
Thou agent for adversities, what curses
This day belong to thy
To Britanie, by thy means, what sad millions
Of widows weeping eyes! The strong mans
Thou hast betrayed to fury, the childs fortune
To fear, and want of friends; whose pieties
his mournings off, and build his sorrows
A house of rest by his blessd ancestors:
The virgins thou hast
robbd of all their wishes,
Blasted their blowing hopes, turned their songs,
Their mirthful marriage-songs,
The land thou hast left a wilderness of wretches.
The boy begins to stir; thy safety made,
my soul were in heaven!
Hengo. Oh, noble uncle,
Look out; I dreamed we were betrayd.
Car. No harm, boy;
Tis but thy emptiness that breeds these fancies:
Thou shalt have meat anon.
[A soft dead march within.
Hengo. A little, uncle.
And I shall hold out bravely.What are those,
(Look, uncle, look!) those multitudes
that march there?
They come upon us stealing by.
Car. I see em;
And prythee be not fearful.
Hengo. Now you hate me
Would I were dead!
Car. Thou knowest I love thee dearly.
Hengo. Did I eer shrink yet, uncle? Were I a man now
I should be angry with you.
Enter Drusius, Regulus, and Soldiers, with Peniuss Hearse. Drums, and Colours.
Car. My sweet chicken!
See, they have reached us; and, as it seems, they bear
Some soldiers body, by
their solemn gestures,
And sad solemnities; it well appears, too,
To be of eminence.Most worthy soldiers,
me entreat your knowledge to inform me
What noble body that is, which you bear
With such a sad and
As if ye meant to woo the world and nature
To be in love with death? Most honourable
Romans, by your ancient valours,
As ye love fame, resolve me!
Sold. Tis the body
Of the great captain Penius, by himself
Made cold and spiritless.
Car. Oh, stay, ye Romans,
By the religion which ye owe those gods
That lead ye on to victories! by those
Which made even pride a virtue in ye!
Whats thy will, Caratach?
Car. Set down the body,
The body of the all Romans;
As ye expect an offering at your graves
friends sorrows, set it down-while,
That with your griefs an enemy may mingle,
(A noble enemy, that loves
And lend a tear to virtue! Even your foes,
Your wild foes, as you called us, are yet stored
fair affections, our hearts fresh, our spirits,
Though sometime stubborn, yet, when Virtue dies,
relenting as a virgins prayers:
Oh, set it down!
Drus. Set down the body, soldiers.
Car. Thou hallowed relic, thou rich diamond,
Cut with the thine own dust; thou, for whose wide fame
world appears too narrow, mans all thoughts,
Had they all tongues, too silent; thus I bow
To thy most honourd
Though an enemy,
Yet friend to all thy worths, sleep peaceably;
Happiness crown thy soul, and in