issue Saturne ioyn'd In dismall league with Mars portends some change Late in a groue by night a voyce was heard To cry aloud Take heed more Troianes come What may be knowne or done wee 'l search and helpe With all religious care Belin. The King and army doe expect as much That powers diuine perfum'd with odours sweete And feasted with the fat of Bulles and Rammes Be pleas'd to blesse their plots Lant All rites and orizons due shall be perform'd Chifely Night's Empresse fourefold Honour craues Mighty in Heauen and Hell in Woods and Waues Exit Act. 2. Scen. 4. Caesar Volusene Laberius Souldiers Caes. What land what people and what answer Show Volus. We saw a Paradise whose bosome teemes With siluer oare whose Seas are pau'd with pearle The Medowes richly spread with Floraes tapistry The fields euen wonder at their haruest loades In Christall streames the scaly nations play Fring'd all along with trembling poplar trees The Sun in Summer loath to leaue their sight Forgets to sleepe and glauncing makes no Night Then for the men Their statures tall and bigge With blue-stain'd skinnes and long blacke dangling haire Promise a barbarous fiercenesse They scarce know And much lesse feare our Empires might but thus Return'd defiance Cassibelane King of Britaine to Iulius Caesar Proconsul of Gallia Seeing your Empire 's great why should it not suffice To couet more and more is Tyrants vsuall guize To loose what Ioue you gaue you 'de thinke it but vniust You haue your answer then Defend this I le we must Which from the world cut of and free from her first day Hath Iron more for swords than Gold for tributes pay If amity and like feare succour to Gaule impartes Pardon For this small brooke could not deuide our hearts We hope the gods will helpe and fortune backe our Cause Who take Armes but to keepe our liues our Wiues and Lawes As you from Troy so we Our pettigree do claime Why should the branches fight when as the roote 's the same Despise vs not because the Sea and North vs cloze Who can no further goe must turne upon their foes Thus rudely we conclude Wage warre or change your will We hope to vse a launce far better than a quill Caes. I grieue to draw my sword against the stocke Of thrice-renowned Troy But they are rude And must be frighted ere we shall be friends Then lets aboord and hoysting sailes conuey Two legions ouer For I long to view This vnknowne land and all their fabulous rites And gather margarites in my brazen cap Nature nor Fates can valourous vertue Stop Laber. Now Caesar speakes like Caesar stronger and stronger Rise like a whirlewind teare the mountaines pride Shake thy brasse harnesse whose loud clattering may waken Gradivus where he sleepes on top Of Haemus lulld with Boreas roaring Base And put to flight this Nation with the noyse A Flie is not an Eagles combatant Nor may a Pygmee with a Gyant striue Exeunt Act. 2. Scen. 5. Cassibelane Belinus Comius following Attendants Com. Health and good fortune on Cassibelane tend My loue to you and Britaine waft me hither To make attonement ere the Romane Leader Bring fire and spoyle and ruine on your heads No herbe can euer grow where once he treads Nothing withstands his force Be not too hardie But buy a friend with kindnesse least you buy His anger dearely Cassib. Comius speake no more He knowes our mind Com. O let not rage so blind your iudgement but Preuent with ease the hazzard of a warre Of warre a word compos'd of thousand Iles O be not cruell to your selues I 'le vndertake Without discredit to appease his wrath If you 'le cas-sheere your souldiers and receiue Him like a Guest not like an Enemie Cassib. False-hearted Gaule dar'st thou perswade euen me For to betray my people to the sword Now know I thou art sent for to sollicite Our Princes to rebell to learne our strength Lay hands on him A Spy All A Spy a spie a traytour and a spie they chaine him Com. Is this the Guerdon of my louing care You breake the lawes of Nature Nations Friends But looke for due reuenge at Caesars hand Cassi. Expect in prison thy reuenge Away with him exit Com. Belinus haue you mustered vp our Forces Bel. Yes if it please your Highnesse Cassib. And what are the particulars Bel. First Cridous leades from the Albanian realme Where Grampiu's ridge deuides the smiling dales Fiue thousand horse and twenty thousand foote Three thousand Chariots man'd The Brigants come Deckt with blew-painted shields twelue thousand strong Vnder the conduct of Demetiaes Prince March twice three thousand arm'd with Pelts and Glaues Whom the Silures flanke eight thousand stout Greedy of fight borne souldiers the first day Whose gray-goose-winged shafts neere flew in vaine Then Guerted mounted on a shag-haire steed Full fifteene thousand brings both horse and foote Of desperate Ordovicians whose vse is To rush halfe naked on their foes inrag'd With a rude noyse of pipes Your Prouince bounded with that boyling streame Where Sabrine louely Damsell lost her breath And with curld-pated Humber Neptunes heire Affoordes eight thousand Carres with hookes and sithes And fiftie thousand expert men of warre All braue Lhoegrians arm'd with Pike and Speare Each nation being distinguisht into troopes With gawdie pennons flickering in the aire Beside these Kent is vp in armes to blunt The edge of their first furious shocke Cassib. Wee 'l now invite them to a martiall Feast Caruing with Fauchions and carowsing healths In their liues moysture Well return'd Androgens enter Andr. Haue you obtain'd or is your suite denied Andr. Our message told vnto the Scots Their King VVith willing sympathy leauies a Band Ten thousand footmen whose strange appetites Murder and then deuoure and dare gnaw and suck Their enemies bones Conducted thence we saw The Pictish Court and friendly intertain'd Receiue eight thousand whose most vgly shapes Painted like Beares and VVolues and brinded Tygers May kill and stonifie without all weapons More aide they promise if more need These forces Lead by Cadallan hither march with speed Cassib. T is well our Kings consent for common good VVhen all are ioyn'd we shall ore-spred the hills And souldiers thicker than the sand on shoare Hide all the landing coasts Ere next day breake The rockes shall answer what the drumme doth speake Exeunt Act. 2. Scen. 6. Hulacus Lantonus Ministers Lant That ceremonious feare which bendes the heart Of mortall creatures and displaies it selfe In outward signes of true obedience As praier kneeling sacrifice and Hymnes Requires againe helpe from immortall Deities As promise not as Debt we laud their names They giue vs blessings and forgiue our blames Thus gods and men doe barter What in Pietie Ascends as much descends againe in pity A golden chaine reaching from Heauen to Earth Hul. And now 's the time good Brother of their aide When dangers blacke face frownes vpon our state Away away ye hearts and
fugitiues with friendly care Which made your victory flye with slower wing Caes. That 's cause enough They shall not henceforth range Abroad for Warre Wee 'l bring Him to their doores His vgly Idoll shall displace their gods Their deare Penates and in desolate streetes Raise trophees high of barbarous bones whose stench May poyson all the rest I long to stride This Hellespont or bridge it with a Navy Disclosing to our Empire vnknowne Landes Vntill the Arcticke Starre for Zenith stands Laber. Then raise the Campe and strike a dreadfull March And vnawares poure vengeance on their heads Be like the winged Bolt of angry Iove Or chiding Torrent whose late-risen streame From mountaines bended toppe runnes raging downe Deflouring all the virgin dales Caes. First let 's advise For soone to ruine come Rash weapons which lacke counsell graue at home Laber. What need consulting where the Cause is plaine Caes. The likeliest Cause without regard proues vaine Laber. Provide for Battaile but of Truce of word Caes. Where peace is first refus'd should come the sword Laber. But t is vnlike their selfe-presuming might Will curbed be with termes of Ciuill Right Caes. T is true yet so we stop the peoples cry When we propose and they doe peace deny Wee 'l therefore wise Embassadours dispatch Parents of Loue the Harbingers of Leagues Men that may speake with mildnesse mixt with courage Hauing quicke feete broad eyes short tongues long eares To warne the Brittish Court And further view the Ports faddome the Seas Learne their complotments where Invasion may Be soonest intertaind All this shall lye On Volusene a Legate and a Spy Volus. My care and quicknesse shall deserue this kindnesse Meane time vnite and range your scattered troupes Imbarke your Legions at the Iccian shoare And teach Erynnis swimme which crawl'd before Exeunt Act. 1. Scen. 3. Cassibelane Androgeus Themantius Belinus Attendants Cassib. Although the peoples voyce constraines me hold This Regall staffe whose massie waight would bruise Your age and pleasures yet this Nephewes know Your trouble lesse your honour is the same As if you wore the Diademe of this I le Meane while Androgeus hold vnto your vse Our Lady-City Troynovant and all The Toll and Tribute of delicious Kent Of which each Quarter can maintaine a King Haue you Themantius Cornewalles Dukedome large Both rich and strong in mettalles and in men I must to Verulams fenced towne repaire And as Protectour for the whole take care Androg. My heart agrees Henceforth ye Soveraigne cares State-mysteries false graces iealous feares The Linings of a Crowne forsake my Braine These Territories neither are too wide To trouble my content nor yet too narrow To feed a Princely traine Them All thankes I render your will shall guide ours With treble-twisted loue wee 'l striue to make One Soule informe three Bodyes keeping still The same affections both in good and ill Now am I for a hunting match You thickets Shelter a Boare which spoyles the plough-mans hope Whose iawes with double sword whose backe is armd With bristled Pykes whose fume inflames the ayre And fome be-snowes the trampled Corne This Beast I long to see come smoaking to a feast Exit Themant Enter Rollano Belin. Heere comes my Belgicke friend Landoraes seruant What newes Rollano that thy feet so striue To haue precedence of each other Speake I read disturbed passions on thy brow Roll. My trembling hart quauers vpon my tongue That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth These sad strange sudden dreary dismall newes A Merchants ship arriu'd tells how the Romane Hauing run Gaule quite through with bloody armes Prepares for you His nauy rigg'd in bay Onely expects a gale Farther they say A pinnace landed from him brings command Either to loose your freedome or your land Cassib. And dares proud Caesar backe our vn-tam'd surges Dreads he not our Sea-monsters whose wild shapes Their Theaters neere yet in Picture saw Come Sirs To armes To armes Let speedy poasts Summon our petty Kings and muster vp Our valourous nations from the North and West Androgeus hast you to the Scots and Pictes Two Names which now Albaniaes kingdome share Entreat their aide if not for loue yet feare For new foes should imprint swift-equall feare Through all the arteries of our I le Belinus thy authority must rouse The vulgar troopes within my speciall charge Fire the Beacons strike alarums loud Raise all the countrey gainst this common Foe Wee 'l soone confront him in his full careere This newes more moues my choller then my feare Exeunt Rollano alone Roll. I am by birth a Belgicke whence I fled To Germany for feare of Romane Armes But when their bridge brideled the stately Rhine I soone returnd And thought to hide my head In this soft Halcyons neast this Britaine I le But now behold Mars is a nursing heere And gins to speake aloud Is no nooke safe from Rome doe they still haunt me Some peacefull God transport me through the ayre Beyond cold Thule or the Sunnes Bed-chamber Where only Swine or Goates doe liue and raigne Yet these may fight Place me where quiet Peace Hushes all stormes where sleepe and silence dwell Where neuer man nor beast did wrong the soyle Or cropp the First-fruites Or made so much noyse As with their breath But foolish thoughts adieu Now catch I must or stand or fall with you Exit Act. 1. Scen. 4. Eulinus Hirildas Eul. The Court a wardrobe is of liuing shapes And Ladies are the tissue-spangled suites Which Nature weares on festiuall high dayes The Court a Spring each Madame is a Rose The Court is Heauen faire Ladies are the Starres Hiril. I falling Starres Eul. False Eccho don't blaspheme that glorious sexe Whose beautious raies can strike rash gazers blind Hir. Loue should be blind Eul. Pray leaue this Cynicke humour whilst I sigh My Mistresse praise Her beauty 's past compare O would she were more kind or not so faire Her modest smiles both curb and kindle loue The Court is darke without her when Shee rises The morning is her hand-maid strewing roses About loues Hemispheare The lampes aboue Eclipse themselues for shame To see her eies Out-shine their Chrysolites and more blesse the skies Than they the Earth Hir. Giue me her Name Eul. Her body is a Chrystall cage whose pure Transparent mould not of grosse elements Compacted but the extracted Quintessence Of sweetest formes distill'd where Graces bright Doe liue immur'd but not exempt from sight Hir. I prethee speake her Eul. Her modell is beyond all Poets braynes And Painters pencells All the liuely Nymphes Syrens and Dryads are but kitchin-maydes If you compare To frame the like Pandore The Gods repine and Nature would grow poore Hir. By Loue who i st hath she no mortall Name Eul. For heere you find great Iunoes stately front Palla's gray eie Venus her dimpled chinne Auroraes rosie fingers the small wast Of Ceres daughter and Medusaes haire Before it hist Hir. O Loue as deafe as thou
art blind Good Eulinus Call home thy soule and tell thy Mistresse name Eul. O strange what ignorant still when as so plainely These Attributes describe her why She is A Rhapsody of Goddesses The Elyxar Of all their seuerall perfections She is Now blesse your eares by mortals called Landora Hir. What Landora the Trinobanticke Lady How grow your hopes what mettall is her breast Eul. All steele and adamant T is beauties pride To staine Her lilly white with blood of Louers slaine Their groanes make musick and their scalding sighes Raise a perfume and vulture-like she gnawes Their bleeding hearts No gifts no learned flattery No stratagems can worke Landoraes battery As a tall Rocke maintaines maiesticke state Though Boreas gallop on the tottering seas And tilting split his froath out spurging waues Vpon his surly breast So she resists And all my proiects on her cruell hart Are but retorted to their Authors smart Hir. Why then let scorne succeed thy loue and brauely Conquer thy selfe If thou wilt conquer her Stomackes with kindnesse cloy'd Disdaine must stirre Eul. Most impious thoughts O let me rather perish And louing die than liuing cease to loue And when I faint let her but heare me cry Aye me there 's none which truely loues but I Hir. O ye crosse darts of Cupid this very Ladie This Lady-waspe woes me as thou dost her With glaunces iewells bracelets of her haire Lasciuious banquets and most eloquent eies All which my heart misse-consters as immodest It being pointed for another Pole But hence learne courage Coosse why stand you dumbe Women are women and may be ore-come Eul. Your words are eare-awigges to my vexed braine Like henn-bane iuice or Aconite diffus'd They strike me senselesse My kinsman and Hirildas to my end But I 'le neere call you Counsellor or Friend Adieu Hir. Stay stay For now I meane with gentler breath To waft you to your happy landing place Seeing this Crocodile pursues me flying Flyes you pursuing wee 'l catch her by a tricke With promise fain'd I 'le 'point a Cupids stage But in the night and secret and disguizd Where thou which art my selfe shalt act my part In Venus games all Coosning goes for Art Eul. Blest be these meanes and happy the Successe Now gin I reare my creast aboue the Moone And in those guilded bookes read Leactures of The Faeminine Sexe There moues Cassiope Whose garments shine with thirteene pretious stones Types of as many vertues Then her Daughter Whose Beauty without Perseus would haue tam'd The monstrous Fish glides with a Starry Crowne Then Iust Asttea kembes her golden haire And my Landora can become the skies As well as They Oh how my ioyes doe swell He mounted not more proud whose burning Throne Kindled the Cedar-toppes and quafft whole fountaines Flye then ye winged houres as swift as thought Or my desires Let dayes bright Waggoner Fall headlong and lye buried in the deepe And dor-mouse-like Alcides night out-sleep Good Tethys quench his Beames that He nere rise To scorch the Moores to sucke vp hony-dewes Or to betray my person But prethee tell What Mistresse you adore Hir. The kind Cordella Louing and Belou'd Onely some iarre of late about a Fauour Made me inueigh gainst women Come away Our plottes desire the night not babbling day Eul. We must giue way Here come our reuerend Barde To sing in Synode as their Custome is With former chance comparing present deedes Exeunt Act. 1. Scen. 5. Chorus of fiue Bardes laureate foure voyces and an Harper Attired 1. Song 1. At the Spring Birdes doe sing Now with high Then low cry Flat acute And salute The Sunne borne Euery morne All Hee s no Bard that cannot sing The praises of the flowry Spring 2. Flora Queene All in greene doth delight To paint white 3. Woods renew Hunters hue Shepheards gray Crownd with bay And to spred Cruell redd With a blew Colour true All Hee s no bard c. With his pipe Care doth wipe Till he dreame By the streame All Hee s no bard c. 4. Faithfull loues Turtle Doues Sit and bill On a bill Country Swaynes On the plaines Runne and leape Turne and skip All Hee s no bard c. 5. Pan doth play Care-away Fayries small Two foote tall With caps red On their head Daunce around On the ground All Hee s no bard 6. Phyllis bright Cloath in white With necke faire Yellow haire Rockes doth moue With her loue And make mild Tygers wild All Hee s no bard that cannot sing The praises of the flowry spring 2. Song Thus spend we time in laughter While peace and spring doe smile But I heare a sound of slaughter Draw neerer to our I le Leaue then your wonted prattle The Oaten reed forbeare For I heare a sound of battell And Trumpets teare the ayre Let bag-pipes dye for want of wind Let Crowd and Harpe be dumbe Let little Taber come behind For I heare the dreadfull drumme Let no Birds sing no Lambkins daunce No fountaines murmuring goe Let Shepheards crooke be made a launce For the martiall hornes doe blow Exeunt Act. 2. Scen. 1. Cassibelane Cridous Britael Guerted Nennius Belinus Eulinus Volusene following Cassib. Heauens fauour Cridous faire Albaniaes King And Britael deckt with the Demetian Crowne The same to famous Guerted whose command Embraces woody Ordovickes blacke Hilles Legate you may your message now declare Volus. By me great Caesar greetes the Britaine state This letter speakes the rest Cassib. Then read the rest Volus. Caesar Proconsul of Gallia to Cassibelane King of Britaine Since Romulus race by will of Ioue Haue stretcht their Empire wide From Danowes bankes by Tygris swift Vnto mount Atlas side And Provinces and Nations strong With homage due obey We wish that you hid in the Sea Doe likewise tribute pay Submitting all vnto our willes For rashly aiding Gaule And noble Laddes for hostages Make ready at our call These graunted may our Friendship gaine Denied shall worke your woe Now take your choise whether you 'de find Rome as a Friend or Foe Cassib. Bold mandates are vnwelcome to free Princes Legate withdraw you shall be soone dispatch'd Exit Volus Crid. He writes more like a Victour than a Foe Whose greatnesse risen from subdued nations Is fastned onely with feare 's slippery knot Nor can they fight so feirce for wealth or fame As we for natiue liberty With answer rough Bid him defiance So thinkes Cridous Guert. Guerted maintaines the same and on their flesh I 'le write my answer in red Characters Brit. Thou Rauenous woolfe Imperious monster Rome Seuen-headed Hydra know we scorne thy threates We can oppose thy hils with mounts as high And scourge vsurpers with like cruelty And thus thinkes Britael Eul. Let Caesar come Our land doth rust with ease And wants an obiect whose resisting power May strike out valarous flashes from her veines So shadowes giue a Picture life So flames Grow brighter by a fanning blast Nor thinke I am a Courtier and no Warriour borne