A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 12
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
AND. Not far hence Verulam lies, his chiefest fort:
By nature guarded round with woods and fens,
By art enclosed with a ditch and rampier:
From hence we must dislodge the boar.
MAN. There are but two ways to assail this town,
Both which I know. Your parted army must
Break through both at once, and so distract
His doubtful rescues.
_Enter_ VOLUSENUS, _with_ HULACUS _prisoner_.
HUL. Draw, slaves unwilling; I dare meet my death,
And lead my leader.
VOL. You'll repent anon.
HUL. If I do ill; but not for suffering ill.
VOL. Your stoical apathy will relent, I know.
This priest I caught within a shady grove,
Devoutly kneeling at a broad oak's foot.
Now he awaits your doom.
CÆS. What God adore you?
HUL. Him whom all should serve.
CÆS. What's the moon?
HUL. Night's sun.
CÆS. What's night?
HUL. A foil to glorify the day.
CÆS. What most compendious way to happiness?
HUL. To die in a good cause.
CÆS. What is a man?
HUL. An hermaphrodite of soul and body.
CÆS. How differ they in nature?
HUL. The body hath in weight, the soul in length.
CÆS. One question more: What dangers shall I pass?
HUL. Many by land and sea, as steps to glory.
Throw Palatine on Æsquiline, on both
Heap Aventine, to raise one pyramid for a
Chair of estate, where thy advanced head,
Among those heroes pictur'd in the stars,
Orion, Perseus, Hercules, may consult
With Jove himself: but shun the senate-house.
March round about the Caspian sea; search out,
'Mong cedars tall, th' Arabian phoenix' nest;
Run counter to old Nile, till thou discover
His sacred head wrapt up in cloudy mountains;
And, rather than work fail, turn Hellespont
Out of his channel; dig that isthmus down,
Which ties great Afric--shun the senate-house.
_Be Saturn, and so thou shalt not be Tarquin._
_A Brutus strong_
_Repays in fine_
_The brutish wrong_
_To Brutus' line._
CÆS. We'll talk at leisure more. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II.
CASSIBELANUS, BELINUS, _&c._
CAS. No rampires keep him back: he presses forward,
Though every stamp he treads seems to conjure
The Fates from their infernal centre. None
But he durst be so bold.
BEL. Yes, when Britons lead, and Mandubrace, insulting
With naked sword, calls on the lagging soldiers;
When fierce Androgeus, with revolted nations,
Ushers his army. No way half so quick
To ruinate kingdoms as by homebred strife.
Thus, while we single fight, we perish all.
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