And follow'd will be impudence, Bonduca, Bon. What? Car. Disheart'ned, Run, run, Bonduca, not the quick rack swifter; Not half so fearful;-not a flight drawn home, Run as they would have out-run time, and roaring, Bon. O ye powers, What scandals do I suffer! Car. Yes, Bonduca, I have seen thee run too, and thee, Nennius; But not so fast; your jewel had been lost then, But But that the son of Virtue, Penyus, Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger, Thy manly sword has ransom'd thee: grow strong, "And let me meet thee once again in arms: "Then if thou stand'st, thou art mine." I took h offer, And here I am to honour him. THE BLOODY BROTHER; OR, ROLLO. A TRA- Rollo, Duke of Normandy, a bloody tyrant, puts to death kis tutor Baldwin, for too freely reproving him for his crimes; but afterwards falls in love with Edith, daughter to the man he has slain. She makes a show of returning kis love, and invites him to a banquet; her design being to train him there, that she may kill him: but overcome by his flatteries, and real or dissembled remorse, she faints her resolution. ROLLO. EDITH. Rol. What bright star, taking beauty's form upon her, In all the happy lustre of heaven's glory, Has dropt down from the sky to comfort me? Wonder of Nature, let it not prophane thee My rude hand touch thy beauty, nor this kiss, The gentle sacrifice of love and service, Be offer'd to the honour of thy sweetness. Edi. My gracious lord, no deity dwells here, Nor nothing of that virtue but obedience; The servant to your will affects no flattery. Rol. Rol. Can it be flattery to swear those eyes Oh, look upon me with thy spring of beauty, Rol. By heaven, my Edith, Thy mother fed on roses when she bred thee. Rol. So you please sit by me. Fair gentle maid, there is no speaking to thee, Ties up my tongue: pray speak to me. Edi. Of what, sir? Rol. Of any thing, any thing is excellent. Will you take my directions? speak of love then ; How masterly he turns himself to catch me. Rol. The way to paradise, my gentle maid, Edi. Your tears, sir; You weep extremely; strengthen me now, justice, Rol. Thou'lt never love me, If I should tell thee; yet there's no way left Ever to purchase this blest paradise, But swimming thither in these tears. Edi. I stagger. Rol. Are they not drops of blood? Rol. Rol. They're for blood then, For guiltless blood; and they must drop, my Edith, Begot with all man's miseries upon me: When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever, As I was smear'd in blood, do not thou hate me; In my In my fair life hereafter. Edi. He will fool me. Rol. Oh, with thine angel eyes behold and bless me : Of heaven we call for mercy and obtain it, To justice for our right on earth and have it, Of thee I beg for love, save me, and give it. Edi. Now, heaven, thy help, or I am gone for ever, His tongue has turn'd me into melting pity. THIERRY THIERRY AND THEODORET. A TRAGEDY. BY JOHN FLETCHER. Thierry, King of France, being childless, is foretold by an Astrologer, that he shall have Children if he sacrifice the first Woman that he shall meet at sun-rise coming out of the Temple of Diana. He waits before the Temple, and the first Woman he sees, proves to be his own Wife Ordella. THIERRY, MARTEL, a Nobleman. Mart. Your grace is early stirring. Whose happiness is laid up in an hour He knows comes stealing towards him? Oh Martel ! A power above these passions; this day France, Into forgotten ways, again I ransom, And his fair course turn right. Mart. Happy woman, that dies to do these things. Thier. The Gods have heard me now, and those that scorn'd me, Mothers of many children and blest fathers That see their issue like the stars unnumber'd, Their comfort more than them, shall in my praises Now teach their infants songs; and tell their ages Mart. |