_Hengo._ I go the straighter My journey to the Gods. Sure I shall know you When you come, 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 them 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-- Farewell, farewell! [_Dies._ _Car._ Farewell the hopes of Britain! Thou royal graft, farewell for ever!--Time and death, Ye've done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look, Look what thou hast brought this land to.--Oh, fair flower, How lovely yet thy ruins show! how sweetly Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven, The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee! _The Tragedy of Bonduca_, act v. This extract is perhaps longer than necessary; but, independently of its extreme beauty, it serves to justify the observation in the text, that Dryden had the recollection of Hengo strongly in his memory while composing the character of Cleonidas. Both are extenuated by hunger, and both killed insidiously by a cowardly enemy; and the reader will discover more minute resemblances to the very dialogue of Beaumont and Fletcher on perusing p. 209, and pp. 324, 325. I do Dryden no injury in ascribing a decided superiority to the more ancient dramatists.] [Footnote 27: This fact is ascertained by the following passage in the Dedication of Southerne's play, called the "Wife's Excuse," to the Honourable Thomas Wharton. "These, sir, are capital objections against me; but they hit very few faults, nor have they mortified me into a despair of pleasing the more reasonable part of mankind. If Mr Dryden's judgment goes for any thing, I have it on my side; for, speaking of this play, he has publicly said, "the town was kind to Sir Anthony Love; I needed them only to be just to this;" and to prove there was more than friendship in his opinion, upon the credit of this play with him, falling sick last summer, he bequeathed to my care the half of the last act of his tragedy of "Cleomenes;" which, when it comes into the world, you will find to be so considerable a trust, that all the town will pardon me for defending this play, that preferred me to it. If modesty be sometimes a weakness, what I say can hardly be a crime: in a fair English trial, both parties are allowed to be heard; and, without this vanity of mentioning Mr Dryden, I had lost the best evidence of my cause."