JULIUS CÆSAR. } C. VOLUSENUS. } Q. LABERIUS, _alias_ LABIENUS. } Q. ATRIUS. } COMIUS ATREBAS. } CASSIBELANUS, _imperator Britannorum_. } Cæsar, Com. de MANDUBRATIUS, _princeps Trinobantum_. } bell. Gall., lib CINGETORIX, } } 4 et 5. CARVILIUS, } _four petty kings_ } TAXIMAGULUS, } _in Kent_. } SEGONAX, } } {LUD, { ANDROGEUS. } { _his sons_ { TENANTIUS. } {CASSIBELANE. } {NENNIUS. } BELINUS, _a chief nobleman_. } Galfrid HIRILDAS, _nephew to Cassibelane_. } Monumetensis EULINUS, _nephew to Androgeus_. } lib. 4. CRIDOUS, _king of Albania_. } BRITAEL, _king of Demetia_. } GUERTHED, _king of Ordovicia_. } NAMES FEIGNED. LANTONUS, } _two druids,_ HULACUS, } _or priests._ LANDORA, } _two ladies_ CORDELLA, } _mentioned._ ROLLANO, _a Belgic_. _Chorus of five Bards or Poets-Laureate._ _Soldiers, Shipmen, Servants._ FUIMUS TROES: THE TRUE TROJANS. MERCURY _conducting the ghosts of_ BRENNUS _and_ CAMILLUS[251] _in complete armour, and with swords_ _drawn._ MER. As in the vaults of this big-bellied earth Are dungeons, whips and flames for wicked ghosts; So fair Elysian fields, where spotless souls Do bathe themselves in bliss.[252] Amongst the rest,[253] Two pleasant groves by two sorts are possess'd: One by true lovers crown'd with myrtle boughs, Who hand-in-hand sing pæans of their joy: Brave soldiers hold the second, clad in steel, Whose glittering arms brighten those gloomy shades, In lieu of starry lights. From hence I bring A pair of martial imps,[254] by Jove's decree, As sticklers[255] in their nation's enmity. Furious Camillus, and, thou Briton bold, Great Brennus, sheathe your conquering blades. In vain You threaten death; for ghosts may not be slain. BREN. From the unbounded ocean and cold climes, Where Charles his wain[256] circles the Northern Pole, I first led out great swarms of shaggy Gauls And big-bon'd Britons. The white-pated Alps, Where snow and winter dwell, did bow their necks To our victorious feet: Rome, proudest Rome, We cloth'd in scarlet of patrician blood, And 'bout your Capitol pranc'd our vaunting steeds, Defended more by geese,[257] than by your gods. CAM. But I cut short your fury, and my sword Redeem'd the city, making your huge trunks To fat our crows, and dung our Latian fields. I turn'd your torrent to another coast; And what you quickly won, you sooner lost.