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Scen. 5.
Enter Burnomoy.Bur.
What art thou? and for whom?
Quer.
A turn-coat, and for my selfe.
Bur.
Dye then thou slave.
[Falls as if he were dead, & while he lies, eats up his pottage.
Que.
I with all my heart.
Bur.
Once righteous cause, shews face against its foe,
And Northern scourge brings yoak of Scipio's fear;
My hands imbrew'd in warlike Champions,
All save Hollarro the Bruzantian soul;
A Brennus, or Nenius of fame
[Quer. I sleep sound for all that: swallow's Custard and pelts of vill a's.
Whose shallowed concaves, compels in valour
All mushrums of fear (save onely he)
Trampled by beast of forrest, and of plains,
I shall be Lord or King by the conquest.
[Enter Hollar.
Holl.
Nay, that thou shalt not, stand then like a man,
[Fights. Bur. falls & dyes,
An equall bond is now shar'd by my blade:
The Cyprian Queen like chaste Diana,
Of all my hope, waits leisure of a time;
I'le not stay from her, but requite my self.
Exit Hollar.
Que.
Oh, oh, I have got the wind chollick by
Lying on my belly, the pease and Broath
Doth run such Barly-breaks within my maw,
That if the back-door hold not, I shall leak;
Fear lest I send my broath then parboyl'd out:
Ill ventur'd, my breeches is clean; up, up,
[He riseth.
I go as if I had a Frenchman in my Boots;
But now I'm forc'd to turn, I shall be kill'd,
Or else fouly bestride.
[lies down again.
Celerinus, Gervoron, Bellerro, Souldiers, Drum, Ensign.
Cel.
The wrath of Nero is not yet appeas'd,
We are like Nevervian souls, stout to a spoyle,
Though Law and Nature be our enemies,
Yet we will raine the Hyperborean pole,
And make our Land like shepherd Hyræus hoste,
A place for to receive none but the Gods:
But after Gradivus hath then clattered thus,
Let's make a buriall to the Elizium field,
So Souldier take up the bodies of the dead,
Carry them as Trayors to their long sought home.
[Quer. Then they'l let me alone, for I am not dead.
Ger.
See you perform your office, the King commands.
Soul.
We will, great King, and noble Generall.
Ger.
Lo here is slain brave Burnomoy, the blade
Who deserves pomp, as much as Burgargo had.
Cel.
That time and this is not now poys'd alike,
The War conveys a change of Sea and Land,
Therefore he must be buried 'mong the rest,
So then confirm your place.
[Exeunt omnes præter Souldiers,
Sould. 1.
Come, lets make a hole, and put them all in.
Quer.
Oh, what must I do then? faith I'le dye with them,
For I shall be kill'd if I stir.
Sould. 2.
Let's take the plunder of the field first;
Oh here's a good suit, I'le have this, none else.
Sould. 3.
What, here's one fellow warm, I believe he
Is alive still;
[He kicks Quer. to see whether he be alive or no and Quer. answerth nothing, but makes a face.
But if he be quick, he shall be put in the grave first.
[Exeunt, and carrie out the dead bodies.
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