For who is he here, did not wish thee chosen? Rise mov'd, and gravely leaning on one crutch, I then presag'd thou shortly wouldst be king. Give him leave to spit-the fine, well-spoken Higgen! Hig. This is the beard, the bush, or bushy beard, Under whose gold and silver reign 'twas said So many ages since, we all should smile, No impositions, taxes, grievances ! Knots in a state, and whips unto a subject, Lie lurking in this beard, but all kemb'd out. 1 Alehouse.-2 Combed. If, now, the beard be such, what is the Prince The fattest of your puddings. Under him Each man shall eat his own stol'n eggs and butter, His own dear doll doxy, or mort at night Clause. That we must have, my learned orator, It is our will-and every man to keep In his own path and circuit. Hig. Do you hear? You must hereafter maund on your own pads, he says. Clause. And what they get there is their own; besides, To give good words Hig. Do you mark, to cut been whids, That is the second law. DISTANT VIEW OF THE ROMAN ARMY ENGAGING THE BRITONS. FROM THE TRAGEDY OF BONDUCA, SCENE V. ACT III. SEE that huge battle moving from the mountains, Their gilt coats shine like dragon scales, their march Like a rough tumbling storm; see 'em, * * * And then see Rome no more. Say they fail; look, Look where the armed carts stand, a new army! Look how they hang like falling rocks, as murdering Death rides in triumph, Drusius, fell Destruction Lashes his fiery horse, and round about him His many thousand ways to let out souls. Move me again when they charge', when the moun tain Melts under their hot wheels, and from their ax-trees Huge claps of thunder plough the ground before them, Till then I'll dream what Rome was. BONDUCA ATTACKED IN HER FORTRESS BY THE ROMANS. FROM THE SAME, SCENE IV. ACT IV. Persons. Suetonius, Junius, Decius, and other Romans. Bonduca and her daughters with Nennius above. Sueton. BRING up the catapults, and shake the wall, We will not be outbrav'd thus. The Roman who makes this speech is supposed to be reclining, overcome with fatigue, and going to snatch a momentary repose. Nennius. Shake the earth, Ye cannot shake our souls. Bring up your rams, And with their armed heads make the fort totter, Ye do but rock us into death. Junius. See, sir, See the Icenian queen in all her glory From the strong battlements proudly appearing, Decius. Yield, queen. Bonduca. I'm unacquainted with that language, Roman. Sueton. Yield, honour'd lady, and expect our mercy; We love thy nobleness. Bond. I thank ye, ye say well; But mercy and love are sins in Rome and hell. Sueton. You cannot 'scape our strength, you must yield, lady; You must adore and fear the power of Rome. She's vicious, and your partial selves confess Therefore 'tis fitter I should reverence The thatched houses where the Britons dwell In careless mirth; where the bless'd household gods "Tis not high power that makes a place divine, Sueton. Beat the wall deeper. Bond. Beat it to the centre, We will not sink one thought. Bond. No. Second Daughter. Oh, mother, these are fearful hours!-speak gently. CARATACH, PRINCE OF THE BRITONS, WITH HIS NEPHEW HENGO ASLEEP. FROM SCENE III. ACT V. OF THE SAME. Car. SLEEP still, sleep sweetly, child; 'tis all thou feed'st on: No gentle Briton near, no valiant charity To bring thee food. Poor knave, thou'rt sick, extreme sick, Almost grown wild for meat, and yet thy goodness Are double lin❜d with soldiers, no way left us thee! Enter CARATACH and HENGO on the rock. Car. Courage, my boy, I've found meat: look, Hengo, Look, where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, |