Has hung a little food and drink. Cheer up, boy, Do not forsake me now.

Hengo. Oh! uncle, uncle,

I feel I cannot stay long; yet I'll fetch it
To keep your noble life. Uncle, I'm heart whole,
And would live.

Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope.
Hengo. But-my head, uncle-
Methinks the rock goes round.

Enter MACER and JUDAS, Romans.

Macer. Mark 'em well, Judas.

Judas. Peace, as you love your life.
Hengo. Do not you hear

The noise of bells?

Car. Of bells, boy? 'tis thy fancy. Alas! thy body's full of wind.

Hengo. Methinks, sir,

They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation
To some near funeral of state. Nay, weep not..
Car. Oh! my poor chicken.

Hengo. Fye, faint-hearted uncle;

Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down.

Car. I'll go myself, boy.

Hengo. No; as you love me, uncle,

I will not eat it if I do not fetch it,

The danger only I desire; pray tie me.

Car. I will, and all my care hang o'er thee. Come, child,

My valiant child.

Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle,

And
you
shall see how like a daw I'll whip it
From all their policies; for 'tis most certain

A Roman train. And you must hold me sure too, You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle, We'll be as merry

Car. Go i'the name of heav'n, boy.

Hengo. Quick, quick, uncle, I have it. Oh!

Car. What ail'st thou ?

[JUDAS shoots HENGO.

Hengo. Oh! my best uncle, I am slain.

Car. I see you- [Kills JUDAS with a stone. And heav'n direct my hand! Destruction

Go with thy coward soul! How dost thou, boy? Oh! villain

Hengo. Oh! uncle, uncle!

Oh! how it pricks me; extremely pricks me.
-Car. Coward rascal!

Dogs eat thy flesh!

Hengo. O, I bleed hard-I faint too—out upon't! How sick I am-the lean rogue, uncle !

Car. Look, boy, I've laid him sure enough.
Hengo. Have you knock'd out his brains?
Car. I warrant thee, for stirring more. Cheer
up, child,

Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh! wretched fortune

Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle.
Car. Heav'n look upon this noble child.

Hengo. I once hop'd

I should have liv'd to have met these bloody Romans

At my sword's point, to have reveng'd my father, To have beaten 'em.-Oh! hold me hard:-but, uncle

Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it?

Hengo. You draw away my soul then. I would live A little longer (spare me, heav'n!) but only To thank you for your tender love, good uncle. Good, noble uncle, weep not.

Car. Oh! my chicken!

My dear boy! what shall I lose?

Hengo. Why, a child,

That must have died however, had this 'scap'd me,

Fever or famine. I was born to die, sir.

Car. But thus unblown, my boy

Hengo. I go the straighter

My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you

When you come, my uncle.

Car. Yes, boy.

Hengo. And I hope

We shall enjoy together that great blessedness
You told me of.

Car. Most certain, child.

Hengo. I grow cold;

Mine eyes are going.

Car. Lift 'em up.

Hengo. Pray for me.

And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes,
Think of your little nephew. Mercy!

Car. Mercy! You blessed angels take him.

Hengo. Kiss me! so

[Dies.

Farewell! farewell!

Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain!

Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and Death, You've done your worst.-Fortune, now see, now

proudly

Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph. Look, Look what th' hast brought this land to.

flower,

Oh! fair

How lovely yet thy ruins shew! how sweetly
Ev'n death embraces thee! The peace of heav'n-
The fellowship of all good souls be with thee!

NO RIVALSHIP OR TAINT Of faith admISSIBLE IN

LOVE.

FROM THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY.

Zenocia to Arnoldo.

SHOULD you lay by the least part of that love You've sworn is mine, your youth and faith have given me,

To entertain another, nay, a fairer,

And make the case thus desperate, she must die also. D'ye think I would give way, or count this honest ? Be not deceiv'd; these eyes should never see you

more,

This tongue forget to name you, and this heart Hate you as if you were born my full antipathy: Empire and more imperious love alone

Rule and admit no rivals. The pure springs,
When they are courted by lascivious land-floods,
Their maiden sweetness and their coolness perish;
And though they purge again to their first beauty,
The sweetness of their taste is clean departed.
I must have all or none; and am not worthy
Longer the noble name of wife, Arnoldo,

Than I can bring a whole heart pure and handsome.

ARNOLDO TEMPTED BY HYPOLITA.

FROM THE SAME.

Arn. Fy, stand off;

And give me leave more now than e'er to wonder
A building of so goodly a proportion,
Outwardly all exact, the frame of heaven,
Should hide within so base inhabitants.
You are as fair as if the morning bare you,
Imagination never made a sweeter

Be excellent in all as you are outward:

The worthy mistress of those many blessings Heav'n has bestowed, make 'em appear still nobler, Because they're trusted to a weaker keeper.

Would you have me love you?

Hip. Yes.

Arn. Not for your beauty;

Though I confess it blows the first fire in us;

Time as he passes by puts out that sparkle.