CAS. Set down that heavy load with heavier hearts. Could virtuous valour, honourable thoughts, A noble scorn of fortune, pride and death, Myriads of vows and prayers sent to heaven; Could country's love or Britain's genius save A mortal man from sleeping in his grave, Then hadst thou liv'd, great Nennius, and outliv'd The smooth-tongu'd Greek. But we may more envy, And less bewail thy loss, since thou didst fall On honour's lofty field-bed, on which stage Never did worthy act a statelier part. Nor durst pale death approach with cypress sad, Till flourishing bays thy conquering temples clad. _A Funeral Elegy sung to the Harp._ _Turnus may conceal his name,_ _Nennius had Æneas' fame._ _Hannibal let Afric smother,_ _Nennius was great Scipio's brother._ _Greece, forbear Achilles' story,_ _Nennius had brave Hector's glory._ _Thrush and nightingale, be dumb:_ _Sorrowful songs befit a tomb._ _Turn, ye marble stones, to water:_ _Isis' nymphs forswear all laughter:_ _Sigh and sob upon your bed,_ _Beli's noble son is dead._ _A banquet served over the stage._ ROLLANO, _with a leg_ _of a capon and a tankard of wine._ ROL. I like such slaughtering well of birds and beasts, Which wear no swords, nor shake a fatal pike, When hogsheads bleed, and oxen mangled lie. O, what a world of victuals is prepar'd For sacrifice and feasting! Forty thousand Fat bullocks! then the parks and forests send Full thirty thousand wild beasts, arm'd with horns And dangerous teeth: the main battalion Consists of sheep, an hundred thousand fat: The wings are both supplied with birds and fowls _Sans_ number: and some fish for succours serve-- A goodly army. Troynovant doth smoke, And smells all like a kitchen. The king, princes, And nobles of the land a triumph hold. Music and songs, good cheer and wine; and wine And songs, and music and good cheer. Hei, brave! No more shall barley-broth pollute my throat, But nectar--nectar of the grape's sweet blood. Come, heavenly potion--wine, whose gentle warmth Softens the brain, unlocks the silent tongue; Wit's midwife, and our spirit's vestal priest, Keeping alive the natural heat. A health, A health (to make short work) to all the world! So will it (sure) go round. [_Steals behind._ _The triumphs._ CASSIBELANUS: _four Kings of Kent:_ _three Kings_, CRIDOUS, BRITAEL, GUERTHED; ANDROGEUS, TENANTIUS, HIRILDAS, EULINUS, BELINUS, _take places_.