|CARATACHHow does my boy?|
| HengoI would do well; my hearts well;|
|I do not fear.|
Caratach My good boy!
Hengo I know, uncle,
|We must all die: my little brother died;|
|I saw him die, and he died smiling; sure,|| 5|
|Theres no great pain int, uncle. But pray tell me,|
|Whither must we go when we are dead?|
Caratach [aside] Strange questions!
|Why, the blessedst place, boy! ever sweetness|
|And happiness dwell there.|
Hengo Will you come to me?
| CaratachYes, my sweet boy.|
Hengo Mine aunt too, and my cousins?
| CaratachAll, my good child.|
Hengo No Romans, uncle?
Caratach No, boy.
| HengoI should be loath to meet them there.|
Caratach No ill men,
|That live by violence and strong oppression,|
|Come thither: tis for those the gods love, good men.|
| HengoWhy, then, I care not when I go, for surely|| 15|
|I am persuaded they love me: I never|
|Blasphemed em, uncle, nor transgressed my parents;|
|I always said my prayers.|
Caratach Thou shalt go, then;
|Indeed thou shalt.|
Hengo When they please.
Caratach Thats my good boy!
|Art thou not weary, Hengo?|
Hengo Weary, uncle!
|I have heard you say you have marched all day in armor.|
| CaratachI have, boy.|
Hengo Am not I your kinsman?
| HengoAnd am not I as fully allied unto you|
|In those brave things as blood?|
Caratach Thou art too tender.
| HengoTo go upon my legs? they were made to bear me.|| 25|
|I can play twenty miles a day; I see no reason|
|But, to preserve my country and myself,|
|I should march forty.|
Caratach What wouldst thou be, living
|To wear a mans strength!|
Hengo Why, a Caratach,
|A Roman-hater, a scourge sent from Heaven|| 30|
|To whip these proud thieves from our kingdom. Hark!|
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[They are on a rock in the rear of a wood.] CaratachCourage, my boy! I have found meat: look, Hengo,
|Look where some blessèd Briton, to preserve thee,|
|Has hung a little food and drink: cheer up, boy;|
|Do not forsake me now.|
Hengo O uncle, uncle,
|I feel I cannot stay long! yet Ill fetch it,|
|To keep your noble life. Uncle, I am heart-whole,|
|And would live.|
Caratach Thou shalt, long, I hope.
Hengo But my head, uncle!
|Methinks the rock goes round.|
[Enter Macer and Judas, and remain at the side of the stage.] Macer Mark em well, Judas.
| JudasPeace, as you love your life.|
Hengo Do not you hear
|The noise of bells?|
Caratach Of bells, boy! tis thy fancy;
|Alas, thy bodys full of wind!|
Hengo Methinks, sir,
|They ring a strange sad knell, a preparation|
|To some near funeral of state: nay, weep not,|
|Mine own sweet uncle; you will kill me sooner.|| 45|
| CaratachO my poor chicken!|
Hengo Fie, faint-hearted uncle!
|Come, tie me in your belt and let me down.|
| CaratachIll go myself, boy.|
Hengo No, as you love me, uncle:
|I will not eat it, if I do not fetch it;|
|The danger only I desire: pray, tie me.|| 50|
| CaratachI will, and all my care hang oer thee! Come, child,|
|My valiant child!|
Hengo Let me down apace, uncle,
|And you shall see how like a daw Ill whip it|
|From all their policies; for tis most certain|
|A Roman train: and you must hold me sure, too;|| 55|
|Youll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle,|
|Well be as merry|
Caratach Go, i the name of Heaven, boy! [Lets Hengo down by his belt.]
| HengoQuick, quick, uncle! I have it. [Judas shoots Hengo with an arrow.] Oh!|
Caratach What ailst thou?
| HengoOh, my best uncle, I am slain!|
Caratach [to Judas] I see you,
|And Heaven direct my hand! destruction|| 60|
|Go with thy coward soul! [Kills Judas with a stone, and then draws up Hengo. Exit Macer.] How dost thou, boy?|
|O villain, pocky villain!|
Hengo Oh, uncle, uncle,
|Oh, how it pricks me!am I preserved for this?|
|Extremely pricks me!|
Caratach Coward, rascal coward!
|Dogs eat thy flesh!|
Hengo Oh, I bleed hard! I faint too; out upont,
|How sick I am!The lean rogue, uncle!|
Caratach Look, boy;
|I have laid him sure enough.|
Hengo Have you knocked his brains out?
| CaratachI warrant thee, for stirring more: cheer up, child.|
| HengoHold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, wretched fortune,|
|Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle.|| 70|
| CaratachHeaven look upon this noble child!|
Hengo I once hoped
|I should have lived to have met these bloody Romans|
|At my swords point, to have revenged my father,|
|To have beaten em,oh, hold me hard!but, uncle|
| CaratachThou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it?|| 75|
| HengoYou draw away my soul, then. I would live|
|A little longerspare me, Heavens!but only|
|To thank you for your tender love: good uncle,|
|Good noble uncle, weep not.|
Caratach O my chicken,
|My dear boy, what shall I lose?|
Hengo Why, a child,
|That must have died however; had this scaped me,|
|Fever or famineI was born to die, sir.|
| CaratachBut thus unblown, my boy?|
Hengo I go the straighter
|My journey to the gods. Sure, I shall know you|
|When you come, uncle.|
Caratach Yes, boy.
Hengo And I hope
|We shall enjoy together that great blessedness|
|You told me of.|
Caratach Most certain, child.
Hengo I grow cold;
|Mine eyes are going.|
Caratach Lift em up.
Hengo Pray for me;
|And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes,|
|Think of your little nephew!Mercy!|
|You blessèd angels, take him!|
Hengo Kiss me: so.
|Farewell, farewell! [Dies.]|
Caratach Farewell, the hopes of Britain!
|Thou royal graft, farewell for ever!Time and Death,|
|Ye have done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly|
|Pluck off thy veil and view thy triumph; look,|| 95|
|Look what thou hast brought this land to!O 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!|