OSTORIUS

Bravely resolved Ere long, assure thy self, Weel seat thee in thy ancient dignity, And force to Caesar homage, and to Room: And, though we fear not one particular man, Yet, for because we truly are informed, That Caradoc is strong and puissant, For ten days we intend to make a truce, And in the mean time to make strong our host: Which if he do refuse, the time expired, To render up thy right, which he detains; War, Like some gnawing vulture shall attend Unto their final ruin, and their end. And to that purpose, Marcus Gallicus Shall as a Legate both from Room and us, Instantly give them knowledge: the time's but short: And till the date's expire, prepare for sport. Exeunt. Yield thee, proud Welshman, or weel force thee yield. Assault him then. Hold, noble Welshman. Thou seest it is impossible to escape, Hadst thou the strength of mighty Hercules. If thou wilt yield, I vow by all the gods That do protect Caesar and mighty Room, By all the honours that the Roman power Have wone, since Romulus did built their walls, Because thou art a man vnparaleld, Of honourable courage, I'll engage My life for thine to Caesar for thy freedom. Caesar himself admires thy fortitude, And will with honour welcome thee at Room. He is a King, whom baseness never touched, And scorns to pluck a Lion by the beard, Being a carcase. Speak, will you trust our oath? Then, Manlius Valens, you shall bear him thither; And for your guard, take the nineth Legion, Surnamed, The valiant: and by the way, At London stays his daughter, wife and brother: Let them to Caesar bear him company. Exit Caradoc. Farewell, brave Prince. Now Romans once again, Sing the Welshmen's glory is eclipsed, Let us provide to meet Lord Morgan, And Lord Constantine, Venusius, and the rest that gather head, And seat Prince Codigune in what's his right, That now have gathered strong and fresh supply. This battle shall add honour to our name, And with triumphant Laurel crown our fame. Exeunt. Now Britain's, though the wrongs done to this Prince. And to our selves, deserve a sharp revenge; Yet, for we pity the effusion And havoc that these cruel broils intend, Once more in peace we crave this Princes right, Which your weak Army can no way detain. Perhaps you stand upon the idle Hope's Of Caradoc : Know then, you are deceived: For he's our prisoner, and to Room is sent With Manlius Valens to the Emperor. Then yield your selves, or try the chance of war. Now, valiant Romans, once more do we tread Upon the bosom of the Bryttish ground: And by the gods that do protect great Room, Weel now acquit great Caesars foul disgrace, Or die Like Romans in this foray ne place. Come, Lady, you must go along with us. Now Caradoc, thy life is in our hands: Behold, thou art in girded with a whole host. And couldst thou borrow force of beasts and men, Thou couldst by no means escape.