Be still yourselves, ye fight against the droffe Of those, that oft have runne from you with loffe. Have our affaults made Lancaster to droupe? Who, bred among the French, our ancient foes, And knowes not what our drums and trumpets found!" Sir J. Feaumont's Poems. Earl RICHMOND's Speech. "IT is in vaine, brave friends, to fhew the right Which we are fore'd to feeke by civill fight. Your fwords are brandifht in a noble cause, Ah, was it not enough, that mutuall rage But But muft this crooked Monfter now be found, Will drive him from the mountaine where he stands, Sir J. Beaumont, SPEECH SPEECH of VOA DA, Queen of the BRITTON S, before the Battle with the ROMAN S. "MY ftate and fex, not hand or hart, most valiant Friends, with-hild Me (wretched caufe of your repaire, by wicked Romans il'd) From that revenge which I do wish, and ye have cause to worke: In which suppose not Voada in female feares to lurke. For, loe, myselfe, unlike myfelfe, and these fame Ladies faire In armor, not to shrinke an ynch wheare hottest doings are. Even we do dare to bid the base, and you yourselves shall fee Your selves to come behind in armes: the Romaines too that be Such Conquerors, and valiantlie can womankind oppreffe, Shall know that Brittish women can the Romish wrongs re dreffe. Then arme ye with like courages as Ladies fhall present, Whom ye, nor wounds, nor death, the praise of onfet fhall prevent. Nor envie that our martiall rage exceeds your manly ire, For by how much more we endure, so much more we defire Revenge, on those in whose default we are unhallowed thus, Whilft they forget themselves for men, or to be borne of us : Ye Ye yeeld them tribute, and from us their Legións have their pay; Thus were too much, but more then thus, the haughtie Tirant's sway; That I am Queene from being wrong'd doth nothing me protect: Their rapes against my Daughters both I alfo might object : They maydes deflower, they wives enforce, and ufe their wils in all, And yeat we live, defferring fight, inferring fo our fall. But valiant Brutons, ventrous Scots, and warlike Pichts, I erre, Exhorting whom I fhould dehort, your fiearcenes to deferre: Leffe courage more confiderate would make your foes to quake : My heart hath joy'd to see your hands the Romaine standards take. But when as force and fortune fail'd, that you with teeth fhould fight, And in the faces of their Foes your women, in defpight, Should fling their fuckling Babes, I hild fuch valiantnes but vaine : Inforced flight is no difgrace, fuch flyers fight againe. Here are ye, Scots, that with the King, my valiant Brother dead, The Latines, wondring at your prowes, through Rome in triumph led: Ye Mars-ftar'd Pichtes of Scythian breed are here colleagues, and more, Ye Dardane Brutes, laft named, but in valour meant before : In your conduct, moft knightly Friends, I fuperfeade the rest: Ye come to fight, and we in fight to hope and helpe our best." Warner's Alb. Eng. Chap. 18. B. 3. 1602. MUTIUS SCEVOLA to PORSENNA. "BEHOLD, A man had been thy death, had not these hands Who were our Capitols, our Countrie's foes. What, are the Gods afham'd to lend their aid; Or have the Fates referved him that he Admire the noble acts the Latians dare; Long after me that will this fact yet do, There want not those who hope to say they wore What |