ROLLANO

My trembling heart quavers upon my tongue, That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth These sad, strange, sudden, dreary, dismal news. A Merchant's ship arrived tells, how the Roman Having run Gaul quite through with bloody arms, Prepares for you: His navy rigged in bay, Only expects a gale: Farther, they say, A pinnace landed, from him brings command, Either to lose your freedom, or your land. I am by birth a Belgic, whence I fled To Germany, for fear of Roman Arms: But when their bridge bridled the stately Rhine, I soon returned, And thought to hide my head In this soft Halcyons nest, this Britain I'll. But now, behold, Mars is a nursing here, And begins to speak aloud. Is no nook safe from Room? do they still haunt me? Some peaceful God transport me through the air, Beyond cold Thule, or the Suns Bedchamber, Where only Swine or Goats do live and reign. Yet these may fight. Place me, where quiet Peace Hushes all storms, where sleep and silence dwell, Where never man nor beast did wrong the soil, Or crop the Firstfruits, Or made so much noise As with their breath. But foolish thoughts adieu: Now catch I must, or stand, or fallen with you. Exit. Umh. seals his mouth. Umh. gives him money. Umh. Umh. Umh. Umh. Then—with your leave: She used upon receipt No words, but silent joy purpell'd her face, And seeing your Name, strait clapped it to her heart, To print there a New Copy: As shee'd say, The words went by her eyes too long a way. All, Sir. I, Sir. I, Sir. No, Sir? O wretch! Shall I deceive, when She remains so true? Your Servant to Command, and then Reward. Since I must fight, I am prepared to fight: And much inflamed, with noise of Trump and Drum: Me thinks I am turned Lion, and durst meet Ten Caesars. Where are all these Covetous rogues? Who spoil the rich for gain, and kill the poor For glory? Blood suckers, and public Robbers. Nay stay, and brag, Rollano did thee kill: Stay, let me flesh my sword, and wear thy spoils. I yield, I yield, O save my life, I yield. I am no Britain, but by chance come hither: I'll never more lift weapon in their quarrel. Command me any thing. I made their strongest Captain fly: This hand, This martial hand, I say, did make him fly. He was a match for Cyclops, at each step The ground danced, and his nostrils blue the dust: Armed as the God of Battle pictured is. His brows were Like a stormy winter night, When Juno scolding, and Mars malcontent Disturb the air: At each look lightning flies, Jove against the Giants needed but his eyes. So came he stalking with a Beam-like spear, I gave the onset, then received his charge, And next blow cleft his morrian: So he flies. 'Tis he, 'tis he. I care not for vain glory: Its sweeter live, than dead to be a story, runs away. 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. Oh what a world of victuals is prepared For sacrifice and feasting. Forty thousand Fat Bullocks: than the Parks and Forests send Full thirty thousand wild beasts, armed with horns, And dangerous teeth: The main battaillion Consists of Sheep, and hundred thousand fat: The wings are both supplied with birds, and fowls, Sans number: And some fish for succours serve. A goodly Army. Troynovant does 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 High, brave. No more shall barley broth pollute my throat, But Nectar, Nectar of the grapes sweet blood: Come heavenly Potion, wine: whose gentle warmth Softens the brain, unlocks the silent tongue, Wits Midwife, and our spirits 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. Rising from shore Conjecture might descry A thousand Ships with painted prowess, to pave The briny fields of Neptune, their broad sails Did Nereus canopy, Titan's taper vail. As nations twenty nine against Troy built up A floating Delos of a thousand Ships, To plough the liquid glass: No frame of Pallas, No crafty Sinon; but Those wooden horse Did Troy destroy: So Troynovant shall feel Her Mother's Fate: Achilles comes again: And Pergamus again shall sink in dust: They threaten. Exit. Oh my deer Lady, hast thou slain thy self? So fairly pure, so kindly chased, so cries. A Venus and Diana mixed in one. She eat her meat with studs of Pearl, she kissed With Rubies, and she look't with Diamonds bright. Fish seas, and foul the air, hunt all the earth, For such another bit, and lose your labour. Had she not killed her self, no cruel Atropos, No fury could for pity cut her thread. She was the Loadstone of all eyes, The whetstone Of all brains, the Touchstone of all hearts: She was— cries. My Mistress is. By a poisoned draught. Or in a long trance. What shall I doee? How shall I escape? falls for fear. I had rather be killed quickly, quickly. Oh let me wink first. bawls aloud. I shall never endure it. O, o. I am peppered and salted.