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 have done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and veiw 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!

Enter Petillius and Junius, on the rock.

Ha! Dare ye, Romans? Ye shall win me bravely.
Thou’rt mine!

[Fight.

Jun. Not yet, sir.

Car. Breathe ye, ye poor Romans,
And come up all, with all your ancient valours;
Like a rough wind I’ll shake your souls, and send ’em—

Enter Suetonius, and all the Roman Captains.

Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratach! By all the gods,
As I am soldier, as I envy thee,
I’ll use thee like thyself, the valiant Briton.

Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms and honour,
Thou filler of the world with fame and glory!

Jun. Most worthy man, we’ll woo thee, be thy prisoners.

Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour,
That more to me than conquests, that true happiness,
To be my friend!

Car. Oh, Romans, see what here is!
Had this boy lived—

Suet. For fame’s sake, for thy sword’s sake,
As thou desirest to build thy virtues greater!
By all that’s excellent in man, and honest—

Car. I do believe. Ye have had me a brave foe;
Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness,
Give this boy honourable earth to lie in!

Suet. He shall have fitting funeral.

Car. I yield then;
Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies.

Pet. Thus we conduct then to the arms of peace
The wonder of the world!

[Flourish.

Suet. Thus I embrace thee!
And let it be no flattery that I tell thee,
Thou art the only soldier!

Car. How to thank ye,
I must hereafter find upon your usage.
I am for Rome?

Suet. You must.