Boadicia | ||
SCENE the second.
Dumnorixwith a standard.
Thou hard-kept remnant of our shatter'd fortune,
Stand there before the partial eye of heav'n,
Which has preferr'd the Romans' splendid altars,
To the plain virtue of a British heart.
Presumptuous frenzy! Why is heav'n reproach'd?
O Boadicia, thou perfidious mischief!
Boadicia | ||