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Scena 4.

Enter Ostorius, Marcus Gallicus, Cessius, Codigune, Cornewall with Souldiours.
Ostor.
Now Bryttaines, though the wrongs done to this Prince,
And to our selues, deserue a sharpe reuenge;
Yet, for wee pitty the effusion
And hauocke that these cruell broyles intend,
Once more in peace we craue this Princes right,
Which your weake Army can no way detayne.
Perhaps you stand vpon the idle hopes
Of Caradoc: Know then, you are deceyued:
For hee's our prisoner, and to Rome is sent
With Manlius Ualens to the Emperour.
Then yeeld your selues, or trie the chance of warre.

Gald.
Then so we will, base Romanes.
Henceforth, in stead of honourable names,
Succeeding times shall brand your slauish thoughts,
With the blacke coales of treasons and defame.
Princes, since now you know the worst of all,
Let vengeance teach your valiant minds to mount
Aboue a common pitch, inspire your soules
With the remorselesse thoughts of bloud and death;
And this day spit defyance in the face
Of trecherous Rome, and thinke on this disgrace.

Codig.
Stay, Prince, and let me speake.

Gald.
Some Cannon shot ramme vp thy damned throat.
Peace, hell-hound, for thou singst a Rauens note.

Alarum.
They fight, and beat in the Romanes. Enter at one dore Gald, and at the other Codigune.
Gald.
Well met, thou Fiend of hell: by heauen Ile die,
Or be reuenged for all thy trechery.

Codig.
Weake Prince, first keepe a dyet for a time,
To adde fresh vigour to thy feeble limmes,
And then, perhaps, weele teach thee how to fight.

Gald.
Villayne, the heauens haue strength inough against Treason.

They fight. Gald killeth Codigune.
Enter Cornewall at one dore, and Morgan at the other.
Morg.

Cad plesse her. Cornewals, be Cad, you are as arrant
a Knaue, as any Proker in Longlanes. Harke you me, Ile fight
with her for all her treasons and coniurations.

They fight, and Morgan killeth Cornewall.
Morg.

Fare you well, Cousin Cornewall, I pray you commend
vs to Plutoes and Proserpines, and tell all the Teuils of
your affinity and acquaintance, I thanke them for our Cousin
Gald.

Enter at one dore the Romane Standard-bearer of the Eagle, and at the other dore, Constantine.
Const.
Lay downe that haggard Eagle, and submit
Thy Romane Colours to the Bryttaines hands:
Or by that mighty Mouer of the Orbe,
That scourges Romes Ambition with reuenge,
Ile plucke her haughty feathers from her backe,
And with her, bury thee in endlesse night.

Standerdb.
Know, Bryttaines, threats vnto a Romane brest,
Swell vs with greater force, like fire supprest,
If thou wilt haue her, winne her with thy Armes.

They fight, and Constantine winneth the Eagle, & waueth it about.
Const.
Thus, not in honour, but in foule disgrace,
We waue the Romane Eagle spight of foes,
Or all the puissant Army of proud Rome.

Enter Marcus Gallicus.
Marc.
Proud Welshman, redeliuer vp that Bird,
Whose siluer wings thou flutterest in the ayre;
The Veruels that she weares, belong to Rome,
And Rome shall haue, or Ile pawne my bloud.

Const.
Romane, behold, euen in disgrace of this and thee,
And all the factious rout of trecherous Rome,
Ile keepe this Eagle; winne it if thou darest.

They fight, and are both slaine.
Enter Gald, Voada, Venusius, Morgan.
Gald.
Sound a Retreat. This day was brauely fought.
Cornewall and Codigune, vvhose infectious breath
Ingendred noysome plagues of bloud and death,
With all the Romane hoste is put to flight.
Thus by the hand of heauen, our peace is vvonne,
And all our foes sunke to confusion.