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A03244	The rape of Lucrece a true Roman tragedie. With the seuerall songes in their apt places, by Valerius, the merrie lord amongst the Roman peeres. Acted by her Majesties Seruants at the Red-Bull, neere Clarken-well. Written by Thomas Heywood.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1608 (1608)	STC 13360; ESTC S106206	43,477	78

will punish I will giue thee freely Vnto the fire nor will I weare a limbe That with such rashnes shall offend his Lord Por. What wil the madman doe Sce. Porsenna so punish my hand thus for not killing thee Three hundred noble lads beside my selfe Haue vow'd to all the Gods that Patron Rome Thy ruine for supporting tyrannie And though I faile expect yet euerie houre When some strange fate thy fortunes wil deuoure Por. Stay Roman we admire thy constancie And scorne of fortune go returne to Rome We giue thee life and say the King Porsenna Whose life thou seek'st is this honourable Passe freely gard him to the walles of Rome And were we not so much ingadge to Tarquin We would not lift a hand against that nation that breedes such noble spirits Exit Sce. Well I go and for reuenge take life euen of my foe Por. Conduct him safely what 300 Gallants Sworne to our death and all resolu'd like him We must be prouident to morrowes fortune Wee le proue for Tarquin if they faile our hopes Peace shal be made with Rome but first our secretary Shall haue his due rights of funerall then our shield We must addresse next for to morrowes field Exit Enter Brutus Horatius Valerius Collainte Lucretius marching Bru. By thee we are consul stil gouerne Rome Which but for thee had bin dispoild and tane Made a confused heape of men and stones Swimming in bloud and slaughter dere Horatius Thy noble picture shal be caru'd in brasse And fixt for thy perpetuall memory in our high capitoll Hor. Great consul thankes but leauing this le ts march out of the citie And once more bid them battell on the plaines Vale. This day my soule diuines we shal liue free From all the furious Tarquins but where 's Sceuola we se not him to day Enter Scenola Here Lords behold me handlesse as you see The cause I mist Porsenna in his tent And in his stead kild but his secretary The mazed King when he beheld me punish My rash mistake with losse of my right hand Vnbegd and almost scornd he gaue me life Which I had then refus'd but in desire to venge faire Lucrece Rape Soft alarum Hor. Deare Sceuola thou hast exceeded vs in our resolue But wil the Tarquins giue vs present battell Sceu. That may ye heare the skirmish is begun already twixt the horse Lucre. Then noble consull leade our main battell on Bru. Oh Ioue this day ballance our cause and let the innocēt bloud Of Rape staind Lucrece crowne with death and horror The heads of all the Tarquins see this day In her cause do we consecrate our liues And in defence of Iustice now march on I heare their martiall musique be our shock As terrible as are the meeting clowdes That breake in thunder yet our hopes are faire And this rough charge shal all our hopes repaire Exeunt Alarum battell within Enter Porsenna and Aruns. Porsenna Yet grow our lofty plumes vnflagd with bloud And yet sweet pleasure wantons in the aire how goes the battell Aruns Aruns. T is euen ballanct I enterchang'd with Brutus hand to hand a dangerous encounter both are wounded had not the rude prease diuided vs one had dropt downe to earth Por. T was brauely fought I saw the King your father free his person from thousand Romans that begirt his state where flying arrowes thick as atoms hung about his eares Aruns. I hope a glorious day come Tuskan king le ts on thē Alarum enter Horatius and Valerius Hor. Aruns stay that sword that late did drinke the consuls bloud Must with his keene phange tire vpon my flesh or this on mine Aruns. It sparde the consuls life to end thy daies in a more glorious strife Vale. I stand against thee Tuscan Pors. I for thee Hora. Where ere I find a Tarquin hee s for me Alarum Fight Aruns slaine Porsenna Expulst Alarum Enter Tarquin with an arrow in his brest Tullia with him pursude by Collatine Lucretius Sceuola Tar. Faire Tullia leaue me saue thy life by flight Since mine is desperate behold I am wounded Euen to the death there staies within my tent A winged Iennet mount his back and fly Liue to reuenge my death since I must dy Tul. Had I the heart to treade vpon the bulke Of my dead father and to see him slaughtered Only for loue of Tarquin and a crowne And shall I feare death more then losse of both No this is Tulliaes fame rather then fly From Tarquin mongst a thousand swords shee l dy All Hew them to peeces both Tar. My Tullia saue and ore my caitiue head those meteors waue Colla. Let Tullia yeeld then Tul. Yeeld me cuckold no mercy I scorne let me the danger know Sceu. Vpon them then Lucr. Le ts bring them to their fate And let them perish in the peoples hate Tul. Feare not I le back thee husband Tar. But for thee sweet were the hand that this chargd soule could free Life I dispise let noble Sextus stand To auenge our death euen til these vitals end Scorning my owne this life will I defend Tul. And I le sweete Tarquin to my power gard thine Come on you slaues and make this earth diuine Alarum Tarquin and Tullia slaine Alarum Brutus all bloudy Brut. Aruns this crimsin fauor for thy sake I le weare vpon my forehead maskt with bloud Till all the moistures in the Tarquins veines Be spilt vpon the earth and leaue thy body As dry as the parcht sommer burnt and scorcht with the canicular starres Hora. Aruns lies dead by this bright sword that 's here about his head Colla. And see great consull where the pride of Rome lies sunke and fallen Vale. Besides him lies the queene mangled and hewd amongst the Roman soldièrs Hora. Lift vp their slaughtered bodies help to reare them against this hill in view of all the camp This sight wil be a terror to the so and make them yield or fly Brut. But where 's the rauisher iniurious Sextus that we see not him Short alarum Enter Sextus Sext. Through broken speares crackt swords vnboweld steedes Flaude armors mangled limbes and battered caskes Knee deepe in bloud I ha pierct the Roman host to be my fathers rescue Hora. T is too late his mounting prid 's sunke in the peoples hate Sex My father mother brother fortune now I do defy thee I expose my selfe To horrid danger saftie I despise I dare the worst of perill I am bound On till this pile of flesh be all one wound Vale. Begirt him Lord this is the Rauisher There 's no reuenge for Lucrece til he fall Lu. Cease Sextus then Sex Sextus defies you all yet wil you giue me language ere I die Bru. Say on Sex T is not for mercy for I scorne that life That 's giuen by any and the more to ad To your immense vnmeasurable hate I was the spur vnto my fathers pride T was I that awde the Princes of the Land That made thee

our aduises And counsell thinking his owne iudgement only To be aprooued in matters military And in affaires domesticke we are but shouts And fellowes of no partes viols vnstrung Our notes to harsh to strike in princes eares Great Ioue amend it Horat. VVhither will you my Lord Lucr. No matter where if frō the court I 'le home to Collatine And to my daughter Lucrece home breedes safety Dangers begot in Court a life retierd Must please me now perforce then noble Sceuola And you my deere Horatius farewell both VVhere industrie is scornd le ts welcome sloth Enter Collatine Horat. Nay good Lucretius do not leaue vs thus See here comes Collatine but where 's Valerius How does he tast these times Collat. Not giddily like Brutus passionately Like old Lucretius with his teare swoln eies Not laughing like Nor bluntly like Horatius Cocles here Mutius Sceuola He has vsurpt a stranger garbe of humour Distinct from these in natures euery way Lucret. How is he relisht can his eies forbeare In this strange state to shed a passionate teare Can he forbeare to laugh with Sceuola At that which passionate weeping cannot mend Horat. Nay can his thought shape ought but melancholy To see these dangerous passages of state How is he tempered noble Collatine Collat. Strangely he is all song hee s ditty all Note that Valerius hath giuen vp the Court And weand himselfe from the kings consistory In which his sweet harmonious tongue grew harsh VVhether it be that he is discontent Yet would not so appeare before the king Or whether in applause of these new Edicts VVhich so distast the people or what cause I know not but now hee 's all musicall Vnto the counsell chamber he goes singing And whilest the king his wilfull edicts makes In which nones tongue is powerfull saue the kings Hee 's in a corner relishing strange aires Conclusiuely he 's frō a toward hopefull gentleman Transeshapt to a meere balleter none knowing Whence should proceed this transmutation Enter Valerius Horat. See where he comes Morrow Valerius Lucret. Morrow my Lord The first Song Valer. When Tarquin first in Court began And was approued King Some men for sodden ioy gan weepe And I for sorrow sing Sceuol. Ha ha how long has my Valerius Put on his straine of mirth or what 's the cause The second Song Valer. Let humor change and spare not Since Tarquins proud I care not His faire words so bewitch my delight That I dote on his sight Now all is gone new desires embraceing And my deserts disgracing Horat. Vpon my life he 's either mad or loue-sicke Oh can Valerius but so late a states-man Of whom the publique weale deseru'd so well Tune out his age in songs and Cansonets Whose voyce should thunder counsell in the eares Of Tarquin and proud Tullia thinke Valerius What that proud woman Tullia is t will put thee Quite out of tune The third Song Valer. Now what is loue I pray thee tell It is the fountaine and the well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps the sansing bell That rings all in to heauen or hell And this is loue and this is loue as I heare tell Now what is loue I pray you shew A thing that creepes and cannot goe A prise that passeth to and fro A thing for me a thing for moe And he that proues shall find it so And this is loue and this is sweet friends loue Lucre. Valerius I shall quickly change thy cheere And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine Thinke how that worthy Prince our kinsman King Was butchered in the marble capitoll Shall Seruius Tullius vnregarded die Alone of thee whome all the Romaine Ladies Euen yet with teare-swolne eyes and sorrowful soules Compassionate as well he merited To these lamenting dames what canst thou sing Whose greefe through all the Romaine Temples ring The fourth Song Valer. Lament Ladies lament Lament the Roman land The King is fra thee hent Was doughtie on his hand Wee le gangn ito the Kirke His dead corpes we le embrase And when we sea ha dean We all will cry alasse Fala la lero la Tararara roun tarre c. Harat. This musick mads me I all mirth dispise Lucr. To heare him sing drawes riuers from his eyes Sceuola It pleaseth me for since the Court is harsh And lookes askaunce on souldiers le ts be merry Court Ladies sing drinke dance and euery man Get him a mistris coach it in the Country And tast the sweets of it what thinks Valerius Of Sceuolous last councell The fift Song Valer. Why since we souldiers cannot proue And greefe it is to vs therefore Let euery man get him a loue To trim her vp and fight no more That we may tast of louers blisse Be merry and blith imbrace and kisse That Ladies may say some more of this That Ladies may say some more of this Since Court and Country both grow proud And safety you delight to heare Wee in the Country will vs shroud VVhere liues to please both eye and eare The Nightingale sings Iug Iug Iug The little Lambe leaps after his dug And the prety milke-maids they looke so smug And the prety milke-maids c. Come Sceuola shall we goe and be idle Lucr. I le in to weep Horat. But I my gall to grate Sceuo. I le laugh at time till it will change our Fate Exeunt they Manet Collatine Colat. Thou art not what thou seem'st Lord Sceuola Thy heart mournes in thee though thy visage smile And so doe's thy soule weep Valerius Although thy habit sing for these new humors Are but put on for safety and to arme them Against the pride of Tarquin from whose danger None great in loue in counsell or opinion Can be kept safe this makes me lose my houres At home with Lucrece and abandon court Enter Clowne Clowne Fortune I embrace thee that thou hast assisted me in finding my master the Gods of good Rome keepe my Lord and master out of all bad company Collat. Sirra the newes with you Clow. Would you ha Court newes Campe newes City newes or Country newes or would you know what 's the newes at home Collat. Let me know all the newes Clown The newes at Court is that a small legge and a silke stockin are in fashion for your Lord And the water that god Mercury makes is in request with your Ladie The heauinesse of the kings wine makes many a light head and the emptines of his dishes manie full bellies eating drinking was neuer more in vse you shall find the baddest legs in bootes and the worst faces in maskes They keep their old stomakes still the kings good Cook hath the most wrong for that which was wont to be priuate only to him is now vsurpt among all the other officers for now euery man in his place to the preiudice of the master Cooke makes bold to licke his owne fingers Col. The newes in the Campe Clo. The greatest newes in the camp