Note 26 — CLEOMENES.

Caratach and Hengo on the rock. Caratach. Courage, my boy! I have found meat: Look, Hengo, Look where some blessed Briton, to preserve thee, Was hung a little food and drink; cheer up, boy, Do not forsake me now! Hengo. Oh uncle, uncle, I feel I cannot stay long; yet I'll fetch it, To keep your noble life. Uncle, I'm heart-whole, And would live. Car. Thou shalt, long, I hope. Hengo. But my head, uncle! Methinks the rock goes round. Enter, below, Macer and Judas, Romans. Macer. Mark them well, Judas. Judas. Peace, as you love your life. Hengo. Do not you hear The noise of bells? Car. Of bells, boy? 'tis thy fancy; Alas, thy body's 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. Car. Oh, my poor chicken! Hengo. Fie, faint-hearted uncle! Come, tie me in your belt, and let me down. Car. I'll 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. Car. I will, and all my care hang o'er thee! Come, child, My valiant child. Hengo. Let me down apace, uncle; And you shall see how, like a daw, I'll whip it From all their policies; for 'tis most certain A Roman train; and you must hold me sure too; You'll spoil all else. When I have brought it, uncle, We'll be as merry—— Car. Go, in the name of heaven, boy.— [Lets him down. Hengo. Quick, quick, good uncle! I have it—Oh! [Judas shoots Hengo. Car. What ailest thou? Hengo. Oh, my best uncle, I am slain! Car. I see you, And heaven direct my hand.— [He kills Judas with a stone. Destruction Go with thy coward soul!—How dost thou, boy?— Oh villain, pocky villain! Hengo. Oh, uncle, uncle, Oh how it pricks me! Am I preserved for this? Extremely pricks me. Car. Coward, rascal coward! Dogs eat thy flesh! Hengo. Oh, I bleed hard! I faint too; out upon't, How sick I am!—the lean rogue, uncle! Car. Look, boy; I've laid him sure enough. Hengo. Have you knocked his brains out? Car. I warrant thee, for stirring more; cheer up, child. Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, wretched fortune, Must we part thus? Still I grow sicker, uncle. Car. Heaven look upon this noble child! Hengo. I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody Romans At my sword's point, to have revenged my father, To have beaten them. Oh hold me hard!—but, uncle— Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy. Shall I draw it? Hengo. You draw away my soul, then. I would live A little longer; spare me, heavens! but only To thank you for your tender love. Good uncle, Good noble uncle, weep not. Car. Oh my chicken, My dear boy, what shall I lose! Hengo. Why, a child That must have died however; had this 'scaped me, Fever or famine. I was born to die, sir. Car. But thus unblown, my boy? 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.