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Bonduca the British queen taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor is rebuked by Caratac	A
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Queen Bonduca I do not grieve your fortune	B
If I grieve 'tis at the bearing of your fortunes	C
You put too much wind to your sail discretion	B
And hardy valor are the twins of honor	D
And nursed together make a conqueror	D
Divided but a talker 'Tis a truth	E
That Rome has fled before us twice and routed	F
A truth we ought to crown the gods for lady	G
And not our tongues	H
You call the Romans fearful fleeing Romans	C
And Roman girls	I
Does this become a doer are they such	J
Where is your conquest then	K
Why are your altars crowned with wreaths of flowers	L
The beast with gilt horns waiting for the fire	D
The holy Druides composing songs	M
Of everlasting life to Victory	G
Why are these triumphs lady for a May game	N
For hunting a poor herd of wretched Romans	C
Is it no more shut up your temples Britons	C
And let the husbandman redeem his heifers	L
Put out your holy fires no timbrel ring	A
Let's home and sleep for such great overthrows	O
A candle burns too bright a sacrifice	P
A glow worm's tail too full a flame	N
You say I doat upon these Romans	C
Witness these wounds I do they were fairly given	B
I love an enemy I was born a soldier	D
And he that in the head of 's troop defies me	G
Rending my manly body with his sword	Q
I make a mistress Yellow tressed Hymen	B
Ne'er tied a longing virgin with more joy	R
Than I am married to that man that wounds me	G
And are not all these Romans Ten struck battles	S
I sucked these honored scars from and all Roman	B
Ten years of bitter nights and heavy marches	T
When many a frozen storm sung through my cuirass	T
And made it doubtful whether that or I	U
Were the more stubborn metal have I wrought through	V
And all to try these Romans Ten times a night	W
I have swum the rivers when the stars of Rome	X
Shot at me as I floated and the billows	T
Tumbled their watery ruins on my shoulders	T
Charging my battered sides with troops of agues	T
And still to try these Romans whom I found	Y
As ready and as full of that I brought	Z
Which was not fear nor flight as valiant	A2
As vigilant as wise to do and suffer	D
Ever advanced as forward as the Britons	T
Have I not seen these Britons	T
Run run Bonduca not the quick rack swifter	D
The virgin from the hated ravisher	D
Not half so fearful not a flight drawn home	X
A round stone from a sling a lover's wish	B2
E'er made that haste they have By heavens	T
I have seen these Britons that you magnify	U
Run as they would have out run time and roaring	A
Basely for mercy roaring the light shadows	T
That in a thought scour o'er the fields of corn	C2
Halted on crutches to them Yes Bonduca	A
I have seen thee run too and thee Nennius	T
Yea run apace both then when Penyus	T
The Roman girl cut through your armed carts	T
And drove them headlong on ye down the hill	D2
Then when he hunted ye like Britain foxes	T
More by the scent than sight then did I see	T
These valiant and approved men of Britain	B
Like boding owls creep into tods of ivy	T
And hoot their fears to one another nightly	T
I fled too	V
But not so fast your jewel had been lost then	K
Young Hengo there he trasht me Nennius	T
For when your fears outrun him then slept I	U
And in the head of all the Romans' fury	T
Took him and with my tough belt to my back	A
I buckled him behind him my sure shield	E2
And then I followed If I say I fought	Z
Five times in bringing off this bud of Britain	B
I lie not Nennius Neither had ye heard	F2
Me speak this or ever seen the child more	D
But that the son of Virtue Penyus	T
Seeing me steer through all these storms of danger	D
My helm still on my head my sword my prow	D
Turned to my foe my face he cried out nobly	T
'Go Briton bear thy lion's whelp off safely	T
Thy manly sword has ransomed thee grow strong	A
And let me meet here once again in arms	T
Then if thou stand'st thou art mine ' I took his offer	D
And here I am to honor him	G2
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There's not a blow we gave since Julius landed	H2
That was of strength and worth but like records	T
They file to after ages Our Registers	T
The Romans are for noble deeds of honor	D
And shall we burn their mentions with upbraidings	T
Had we a difference with some petty Isle	I2
Or with our neighbors lady for our landmarks	T
The taking in some rebellious Lord	Q
Or making a head against commotions	T
After a day of blood peace might be argued	J2
But where we grapple for the ground we live on	K2
The Liberty we hold as dear as life	L2
The gods we worship and next those our honors	T
And with those swords that know no end of battle	M2
Those men beside themselves allow no neighbor	D
Those minds that where the day is claim inheritance	T
And where the sun makes ripe the fruits their harvest	N2
And where they march but measure out more ground	Y
To add to	V
Rome	X
and here in the bowels on us	T
It must not be no as they are our foes	T
And those that must be so until we tire 'em	O2
Let's use the peace of Honor that's fair dealing	A
But in our ends our swords	T

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