again my heart presages Some sudden good Ex. Tyr. Pomp. Hark hark the noise increases Quint. I and approaches 〈◊〉 too me thinks Apul. 'T is at the dores Enter Tyro and a Messenger A shout Tyro Here 's one my Lord can tell you 〈◊〉 The Consuls worthy Sir have won the day These will inform you better Letters Cicero reads Marc. Brother Quintus A word or two in private Antony Is put to flight but Hirtius 〈◊〉 and Pansa Dangerously wounded for some private reasons Best known unto my selfe I will conceale The Consulls death which I may doe compleatly For here 's a Letter sent from Hirtius Unto the Senate of a former victory This will remove suspect Shout Tyro The Roman people Wait at the dore to bring you to the Capitoll Mar. Thanks to the Gods this day wee 'l dedicate To Jove and Mars the savers of our State Exeunt Laur. Nay Madam stay I feel an extasie Steal through my brest and sire my plyant soul You shall not goe without a Hymn of Victory Pomp. 〈◊〉 Clarinda Gallu quickly come Laureas begin and these shall sing the 〈◊〉 The Song Have you not beard the Cities cry How the people vent their joyes In the welcome welcome noyse Of victory The Capitoll returnes their shout againe As if it selfe would 〈◊〉 their joyfull straine Chorus Let Echo sing with long-spun 〈◊〉 And Philmels 〈◊〉 from their lubrick throats Let Hills rebound And vallies sound Io triumphe The streets are fill'd with cheerfull glee And the common mirth is showne In the pleasant pleasant 〈◊〉 Of Liberty For now our Consuls have delivered Rome And the disturber of her peace o'rcome Chorus Let Echo sing with c Great Jove we blesse thy Palronage By whose high auspice Rome is sav'd The Roman State and kept unslav'd From inbred rage And Mars we praise thee by whose aid have stood The Roman walls so long though built in blood Chorus Let Echo sing with long-spun notes And Philmells caroll from their lubrick throats 〈◊〉 Hills rebound And vallies sound Io triumphe Exeunt Enter Senate A shout Cicer. Honor'd and Conscript Fathers if those days Appear to us with far more welcome raies Wherein we 〈◊〉 preserv'd then those wherein To breath this common Aire we first begin Because our safeties have a sure fruition Of gladnesse but our births a frail condition And that we doe our safeties entertain With pleasure but Nativities with pain How ought we then t' embrace this happy light Which has redeem'd us from that sad 〈◊〉 Rais'd by domestick furies yet we will not Return unto our civill robes till tidings Be brought of Brutus safety for this warre Was undertaken for his 〈◊〉 and succour Against those enemies of the State and is not Compleat but with his freedome first recover'd Servilius Although I am not Cicero of your mind Concerning the retaining of this robe Of war yet I determine publick prayer Be made to all the Gods for twenty dayes In the three Generalls names Cic. Which twenty dayes Publius Servilius I inhance to fifty Since they are granted not to one but Three Pise But M. Tullius my opinion is This day to put our civill garments on And to resume the Sage again to morrow Calenus And 't is my judgment too Cic. Yes 't would be gratefull To the immortall Deities to depart To put the Sage on from their hallowed 〈◊〉 To which we came 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 'T were most enormous and against Religion Calen. Then 〈◊〉 your terms are too too 〈◊〉 You brand them with the name of 〈◊〉 'T is too severe a style We will allow them To be call'd wicked and audacious Citizens But not their Countreys foes and for this cause The Consulls Hirtius Pansa with 〈◊〉 Are not to be entituled Generalls Cic. If the Antonians are not enemies Then 't was a great 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 them And if it were impiety to slay them How can we hope our solemn supplication Decreed for their destruction should be pleasing To the immortall Delties But Calenus Know I am not contented with a word Of such a slight conceit if any man Will furnish me with one of deeper 〈◊〉 I 'l burn 't into their names for even by those Which spilt their sacred blonds for us at Mutine I know they doe deserv't As for the Consulls And young Octavius whom we made our Chiefs Their brave deserts have made them Generalls For now that Prince of out-laws is or thrown The very Sun was happy which before He hid his beams beheld the breathlesse trunks Of those dead Parricides and Antony For very feare with few Associates fly Therefore I thus 〈◊〉 That in the names Of the Three Generalls fifty days together Be supplications made which I will frame In the most ample words I can contrive Then for the Legions we renew the promise Of their rewards which we decreed before Should be performed when the war was 〈◊〉 But as for those which perisht in the battail We will the Pensions were decreed for them Be as 't is just and requisite they should 〈◊〉 Paid to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Brothers Wives and children Some of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to our grief But their own glory fell with Victory O happy death which being Natures due Was for their countreys welfare 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 your glorious names from Mars that hee Who for the Nations good did Rome decree Might 〈◊〉 to have ordained you for Romes Fame 〈◊〉 erect you Mausolaean tombes Death caught in flight is backt with 〈◊〉 T is glorious to die with Victory For in the fight Mars to oblige the rest Is wont for pledges to select the best Therefore those impious foes whom you have slain In hell now suffer their deserved pain But you who poured forth your latest spirit In 〈◊〉 Victory shall now 〈◊〉 Those blessed fields where pious souls are sainted What though your lives were short they were untainted And the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of your deaths shall climbe Beyond the 〈◊〉 of all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Therefore most 〈◊〉 while you liv'd but now Most holy Soldiers it goes well with you Your 〈◊〉 Vertues shall not clauded lie In the 〈◊〉 dungeon of 〈◊〉 Not your surviving 〈◊〉 but all Rome Senate and People shall erect your tombe There shall be built 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 With words ingraven whose 〈◊〉 shall present Your deeds unto AEternity that they Which see that 〈◊〉 and read your acts may say These 〈◊〉 the men that lov'd their countreys good And bought her 〈◊〉 with their dearest bloud And 〈◊〉 for 〈◊〉 of their 〈◊〉 Have 〈◊〉 a crown of Immortality Exeunt omnes A 〈◊〉 Chorus How wildly Fortune sports with 〈◊〉 now She shews a face as black as Night 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 her 〈◊〉 my brow And 〈◊〉 Apollo's light VVee float upon the surface of this Main Now sinking into Scylla's jaws Anon we check our fears again With hope and comforts 〈◊〉 laws The worlds great 〈◊〉 the blind Queen of Chance A fairer pattern never drew Of her own unconstant glance Then our Native Rome 〈◊〉 〈◊〉
Then Sir to morrow morning shall our campe Expect you with your Soldiers and the Trench Bee levell'd 'gainst your coming Ant. Clodius And Laelius the restorers of my life I were a foe my own happinesse And which is more respectlesse of your kindnesse If I should fa•l Clod. Then Antony till then Farewell Ant. Farewell farewell good Laelius Ex. Clod. Lael Why now me thinks I 'm Antony again I gratulate my Alpine travails now Who in a state so hopelesse as was mine Would not for such an issue feed on dogs Or cats or worse then both an age together Well I 'l unto my fellow travailers This news will make them frolick Thus the day Usher'd with darknesse sends the sweeter ray Exit Enter Caesar Now Caesar summon thy whole self thou art But yet a stripling and must arm thy self With providence unknown in these few years The Senators those Nestors of the State Disturb the fair praeludium of my Glories They have created Decimus their Generall Against Antonius robb'd me of my Triumph And jealous of my fortunes closely practise To win the Soldiers from me but I am not So weak a Politician on such 〈◊〉 To part with these fair hopes if this contempt Be cast upon me Antony yet living What would they doe if he were once extinguisht Well I 'l no longer be deluded thus I 'l doe what Pansae on his Death-bed wisht nie Even this acquaint my self with Antony And Lepidus to whom no doubt he is join'd Then will I send Centurions to the Senate To ask for me in name of the whole Army The Consulship If 't be denyed I am determin'd To march my selfe to Rome and gain by force What fair means cannot win They who intend Betimes to compasse their wisht journeys end Must take the day before'em so must I Set forth at morning of my age and ply My youthfull sinews in this task of glory Crowning my spring with harvest that the story Of Caesars forward years may be as bright As others lives and send as fair a light Exit Enter M. Cicero and his brother Quint. Mar. Brother I 'm much perplext about this Caesar He has so fixt his hopes upon the Consulship Ther 's no removing him Quint. I alwaies fear'd What the Immoderate Honors which the Senate Confer'd upon him would at length produce For if Antonius from deceased Caesar Took his occasion to usurp the State What hope may we suppose will he put on The Author of whose confidence is not A murdred Tyrant but the Senates self And truly brother you are to be blam'd For the same flux of Honors with the rest Mar. Why Quintus he deserved them and more While he stood constant to his countreys cause As for my self the dignity which I Decreed him was but just and necessary For you well know the name of Generall Though it was somewhat too much for his age Is not convenient only but essentiall To the well governing of so great an Army Now since Octavius has abus'd both that And other favours 't is his own ambition And not my fault unlesse I must be 〈◊〉 As guilty of another misdemeanours Quint. You must if you might have prevented it Which moderation would have done But now That Caesar who as you were wont to say Flow'd from the fountain of your Counsells sullies All your intendments for alas what good What profit gain we by the overthrow Of Antony since for reward Octavius Requires succestion in his Tyranny Since he who vindicated one begins Himself another ill as black as that And like to take a deeper root 〈◊〉 footing Mar. Nay prethy Quintus doe not aggravate The youth I hope is not so lost to goodnesse So desperately given but I may win him To have some pity on the State to tender The safeties of well-minded Citizens Especially of my beloved Brutus Quint. What if he will not shall we not 〈◊〉 safe But under his protection Heaven defend us What would the noble Brutus say of this Should he but hear it doe you think hee 'd 〈◊〉 His Safety should be so demissely begg'd Of him that 's heir to Julius whom he slew Why now you put the reins of Tyranny Into his hand and indiscreetly kindle The fire already glowing in his brest Hee 'l raise his thoughts to fancy certainties And hasten to maturity what yet Is scarce 〈◊〉 in th' womb of his 〈◊〉 When he perceives the authors of our liberty Commended to his care and that by you Who have been hitherto the 〈◊〉 prop And pillar of it Why consider Mark The very name of Caesar 〈◊〉 encite him 'Gainst those which 〈◊〉 his Unkle Mar. Cease Good Quintus You 〈◊〉 me too severely Enter Tyro Tyro My Good Lord The Centiner Cornelius from the Generall Octavius Caesar waits to speak with you Mar. He must be mildly handled Quint. As you please 〈◊〉 Well bring him in Exit Tyro Enter again Tyro with 〈◊〉 Corn The Generall Octavius Salutes your Lordship not by me alone But by these Letters Delivers and Cic. reads Sir I must intreat you In name of the whole Army to repair To th' Senate Cic. Yes Cornelius I will And glad I am to hear the noble Caesar Is in good health Corn Farewell my Lord Cic. Farewell Exit Cornelius Marc. Brother here 's that I fear'd so much there are Four hundred Soldiers in the Armies name Come to intreat for him the Consulship 'T is Caesars own device I fear although He makes it not his but the Armies suit What 's your advice Quint. Why are you doubtfull brother Ne'r give your voice lest what you have atchiev'd Against Antonius now degenerate From the fair glory of a valiant mind To an opinion of slavish fear Nay worse 't will occasion to the world To brand you with 〈◊〉 and say Your deeds have tended not to root out Tyranny But rather to obtain a milder Master You know the times a Magistrate is made Doe what he can the common mark of slander The best State-pilots oft are overwhelm'd With the foul sea of an opprobrious mouth Their Vertues branded with the name of Vice Their diligence of deceit but to consent To this Ambitious suit for Caesar were 〈◊〉 expose your self to a deserved censure And such a one would taint your worthiest actions Exeunt 〈◊〉 Tyro Takes out a Table-book and writes Cal. Sex An. ab urb cond. D. CC. XX Cornelius with other Centurions and Souldiers to the number of 400 came in the behalf of the whole army to Rome to ask of the Senate the Office of Consull for their Generall Octavius Caesar Now as it is the custome of Histoxians Let me a little descant on this businesse There is a whispring rumour that Octavius Slew Hirtius in the tumult of the battle And poyson'd Pansa at Bononia By his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 now me thinks This sudden suit for th' Consulship confirms At least makes more suspitious that report Nay more I hear he 's reconcil'd to Antony Upon a sudden
〈◊〉 Already 〈◊〉 with ruine he shall know Ambition is a precipice and the sky At which he aimes his 〈◊〉 to be too high Were it the cause though 't were ground enough To build a setled confidence upon An honest cause in mouth of ruine sings 'T is the good genius of a State and brings Down Jove himselfe to side with her but more 'T is Brutus whom Antonius copes with Brutus The Omen of whose very name and bloud Fatall to State-usurpers were sufficient To 〈◊〉 our drooping souls and raise 〈◊〉 From thought of 〈◊〉 But then besides Three Armies have we sent to succour him Two under Aulus Hirtius and Pansa Our late elected Consulls Young Octavius Have we made Generall of the third A youth Ordain'd by Heaven to doe his Countrey 〈◊〉 And yet before this war was brought about What oppositions did I meet withall Piso withstands it Salvius seconds him The Consular Calenus makes a third The matter is adjourn'd Till at the last 〈◊〉 must be sent to Antony To treat of Peace A thing in my conceit Of little credit to the Senatours For what could bee more base more full of 〈◊〉 Then to send messengers of Peace to him Whom but a little before they had condemn'd As enemy to 's Countrey and Republick By severall decrees as 〈◊〉 Honors The great Rewards of th' Legions that forsook him Th' Assignment of the Consuls to the wars As also their most ample commendations Of Brutus and his Army which the Province Of Gaul did plainly intimate moreover There was great danger in 't for could the City Be safe when it should Antony immure Or rather Antonies within her bosome Which like a nest of Serpents would torment her And never cease to 〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 stings Till they had wrought a passage to the heart Lastly it was not possible 〈◊〉 should Be peace confirm'd with him for not the Senate Nor Citizens could affect him nor he them Both had condemn'd him he injur'd both Well Legates are dispatcht yet nothing done Antony is still as insolent as ever Then must a second Embassie be enter'd And I am one elected for that service O Heavens with what distempered wounded eyes Should I have lookt that Monster in the face Who in a publick Concion had decreed My goods unto Petissius of Vrhin One who but newly from the utter shipwrack Of a no mean but rich inheritance Was crept 〈◊〉 those Antonian rocks for 〈◊〉 My tender eye-balls never could have bom The hated sight of Saxo 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hostilius and Vesenius O 〈◊〉 should Have seen the very visage and aspect Of Civill war it selfe But this Legation Was found at length a 〈◊〉 device and 〈◊〉 To hinder with delays the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 In preparation for the war Yet see A new 〈◊〉 obtruded M. 〈◊〉 Our Generall beyond the Alps 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 by 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 peace Hereat the former Advocates take heart And plead 〈◊〉 authority of Lepidur As if that plea could quench the zealous flames Which were then kindled in the Senates brests But all in 〈◊〉 Our armies are launcht forth 'Gainst 〈◊〉 Arch-pirate of the State Antonius And now we daily with our prayers solicite The ears of heaven to 〈◊〉 the Common-wealth Of such a dangerous and 〈◊〉 plague Which like a gangrene would run 〈◊〉 and spread To the 〈◊〉 of the body Politick But to 〈◊〉 down such monsters Jove has thunder And wee have armes to presse this viper under Exit Enter 〈◊〉 Pomp. Phillis come 〈◊〉 Phil. 〈◊〉 Pomp. Are the Roomes Perfum'd as I commanded Phil. Yes Pomp. And all things Done as I gave directions Phil. All things Madam Pomp. Well Exit Phil. But I need not be so punctuall My Brother Marcus as he is no stranger So not so curious as our other Romans As for my selfe I 'm none of those which waste Whole Mornings in the fruitlesse contemplation Of their supposed beauties in a glasse I have not learn'd to paint and 〈◊〉 my face With borrow'd colours mine 's a native grace And if it please my Quintus 't is enough Nor am I in the list of those which spend Their husbands faculties on loose 〈◊〉 On rings and bracelets or a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To dangle in my 〈◊〉 my Ornaments And Jewells are the Vertues of my Quintus Enter Philologus Phil. Madam my Lord your Brother 's newly enter'd Exit Pomponia 〈◊〉 Phil. Enter Laureas and Tyro Laur. Here 's a triplicity of 〈◊〉 How does my little 〈◊〉 Phil. O Sir the better To see your Stoickship in health but 〈◊〉 What is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 doing Laur. 〈◊〉 let 's see Why poring on a fragment of 〈◊〉 The Grandsire as he calls him of Historiaus A kind of vermine he 's enamour'd with And he himself has got an 〈◊〉 humour To be of that fraternity Phil. I' faith Nay then 〈◊〉 furnish him Most learned Tyro Have you not heard the news Tyro Ha. News What news Phil. Why t is reported and that credibly How Atlas being weary of his burden As sure he well may be and if you ever Beheld his picture with that mighty globe Upon his back hee looks but sowrely 〈◊〉 Well Atlas being weary as I told you To ease his shoulders lifted up his arme Some say it was his right arm some his left But that 's not so materiall you observe Lifting his arm above his head to keep The Sphear a while from 's back he 〈◊〉 to thrust His thumb into a star and 〈◊〉 it off Laur. Tyro he 's misinform'd 't was thus old boy About the time when the all-seeing Sun Mounted the raging 〈◊〉 back this Atlas This living Columne of the arched 〈◊〉 Distilling from his hot and sweating brows As much Salt waters as might turn a Sea Fresh as our Tiber to a brinish sowrnesse And truly were that scorching season constant Well might the Nation of Philosophers Cease their intestine broiles about the saltnesse Of the vast Ocean and determine safely The sweat of Atlas were the genuine cause Well Atlas sweltring as I said and sending Whole clouds of vapours from his hoiling entrails Erects his brawny arme and so sustaines That azure fabrick while he stoopes to reach A draught or two of Nilus in his palme But as he stoops he thus behind him throws His leg and by ill fortune popt his foot Into the hot Trinacrian hill and so O sad dystaster burnt his little toe Ty. I thought your Mount at length would be 〈◊〉 Of a ridiculous Mouse But what 's this all Phil. I there 's enough at once too much wil glut you 〈◊〉 Glut me by Castor I 'm as lank and thin As if Chamaeleon-like I had been fed Of nought but Aire This have I only chew'd on Since to usurp Laureas inspired Notion The Sun 〈◊〉 up his 〈◊〉 Teem from the Blushing Ocean Laur. How the Rogue hobbles ' slight he makes the Muses Halt and their God Apollo 〈◊〉 on crutches Phil. No matter Laureas you must attribute it To th' faintnesse of his stomach which
intent to second Caesar The streets are fill'd with tumult and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 run about not knowing what to doe Others remove their 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Into out-villages or stronger places Within this City Salv. Heaven defend us Cicero Alas we are undone Apul. The Senate Sir Is now in consultation of some course Whereon to pitch Your presence is expected Cic. No doubt it is but 〈◊〉 absent my selfe The Conscript Fathers may themselves 〈◊〉 What 's best in this necessitating 〈◊〉 For their own safeties I should say the States But there the choise is crost as for my self Nothing can come amisse I'v liv'd too long To see this day The Fathers forc't to 〈◊〉 As now they must to th' ruine of their liberty O 't is a corrosive to my soul to think on 't T were good you two would 〈◊〉 and take your 〈◊〉 Both We will and that with speed Farewell Cic. Farewell Ex Enter Senate 1 Sen. Wee must bee speedy Fathers What 's counsells 2 Sen. T were best in my opinion to dispatch A message to him to present him with The Consulship 3 Sen. I that 's the 〈◊〉 way 4 Sen. But th' Armies fired for the late 〈◊〉 How shall we stay their 〈◊〉 2 Sen. Wee 'l decree To th' whole 8 〈◊〉 so much in As wee have promis'd to the two 1 Sen. How say you Are you content Omnes Content we must of force 1 Sen. See what the Tribunes say 〈◊〉 Sen. They consent Forc't by the same 〈◊〉 as wee 1 Sen. Come then let 's 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Legats Exeunt Enter Cicero 〈◊〉 How will this royall City now become A 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Senatours 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 prey to rav'nous talous Will Caesar think himself secure while men So 〈◊〉 addicted to the State survive No Tyranny 's suspicious 〈◊〉 unhead them Lest happily they should be get young 〈◊〉 Enter 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 what news Salv. What news why Caesar's Consul 〈◊〉 are sent unto him with the offer 〈◊〉 Heavenst what a tide of 〈◊〉 must Rome expect 〈◊〉 she must list the 〈◊〉 to her own head 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 were at home now we would loose 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 bloud before our liberty 〈◊〉 happy you which in the Mutine sield 〈◊〉 up your lives you breath not with the rest To taint your 〈◊〉 glories with black 〈◊〉 To your own 〈◊〉 freedome in soft peace Rest your 〈◊〉 souls But 〈◊〉 we 〈◊〉 for one 〈◊〉 now are plagu'd with three Enter Qu. Cicero Quint. 〈◊〉 the Africk Legions 〈◊〉 arriv'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Quintus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 't is most certaine 〈◊〉 Nay then we will not on such feeble terms 〈◊〉 with our Countreys freedome Salvius come Exeunt Enter 〈◊〉 Senator What have we done my Lords given up our 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the shedding of one drop of bloud T will grow 〈◊〉 custome for Ambitious men T' 〈◊〉 the offices of State if thus The Consulship be made a prey to force Nay rather 〈◊〉 oppose and bear th' assault 〈◊〉 Decimus or Plancus come and 〈◊〉 us 〈◊〉 fight till our lifes 〈◊〉 breath be spent 〈◊〉 then 〈◊〉 a gap for 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 before attempted with successe 〈◊〉 was 〈◊〉 was that 〈◊〉 once in Rome When her brave Worthies would not stand agast At such a threatned storm as this but 〈◊〉 The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hand of that 〈◊〉 Jove Durst 〈◊〉 once to raise it 〈◊〉 what Have we let 〈◊〉 and rust 〈◊〉 glorious edge 〈◊〉 that 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or is' t only 〈◊〉 prison'd 〈◊〉 the sheath let 's draw 〈◊〉 out Nor faile 〈◊〉 Countrey but uphold 〈◊〉 cause While we have hearts and hands like true-born Romans Enter 〈◊〉 Cicer. Fathers you were too forward 〈◊〉 dispatch Of your Legation to Octavius You will repent it 1 Sen. 〈◊〉 Tullius why Cic. The Africk Legions are arriv'd Sen. Arriv'd Then 〈◊〉 the Messengers be called back Ex. Cic. Fathers I need not urge how bright and glorious Is zeal unto the common cause I know You prize it as the jewell of your lives And you doe well for 't is a Musick which Will like the note of the Caystrian bird Stick by you till 〈◊〉 latest gasp and then Be your good Genius mounting to the skies Your winged souls where being stellifi'd You shall with shining Opticks see how weak A nothing is this molchill earth 〈◊〉 Poor Mortalls toil so there you shall behold How feeble how ridiculous a madnesse Is fond Ambition But I lose my self In this divine and pleasing contemplation Come let 's dispose our selves for opposition Senators With all our Hearts Heaven prosper the attempt Exeunt Enter Caesar Captains Soldiers Caes. How 's this the Senate so 〈◊〉 well Cornelius take some certain Horsemen with you Post to the City and assure the people I come not with intent to raise a tumult But on faire 〈◊〉 of peace make hast before And I will follow with all speed I can Exit Enter Pomponia and Young Quintus Pomp. So studious Quintus in such times as these Quint. Yes Madam therefore cause the times are such Though Caesar be a youth as well as I Yet he is one of deeper undertakings Then can be sounded by such heads as mine Pray heav'n they puzzle not the piercing judgments Of our grave Senators Pomp. And 't is my prayer But what is' t you are reading Quint. 'T is a book My Unkle Marcus 〈◊〉 me to peruse Pom. You cannot better spend your mornings 〈◊〉 Then after his praescriptions Time 's a 〈◊〉 A day is like a costly ring of Gold And morning is the Diamond of that ring But tell me something which your book containes Worthy our hearing Quint. Madam the whole volume Is like a gallery hung about with pictures Of filiall piety Here on trembling shoulders More fam'd then those of Hercules which upheld The heavenly orbes one bears his aged father Through midst of flames and so conserves that being Which was the Spring of his Another bears Her on his pious back who in her wombe Bare him Here one sustains her mothers 〈◊〉 With the same food wherewith her own first breath Was by that mother cherisht these were 〈◊〉 In Natures heaven and have now an 〈◊〉 Not to inhabit only but to rule Yet that which makes me most admire is this That the mute son of 〈◊〉 should unlose The fetters tyed by Nature to his tongue And cry Kill not the King Pomp. To save our Parents Is the first law and dictate Nature writes In our hearts 〈◊〉 Tables therefore did she Articulate the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Of his chain'd tongue lest by her fault that 〈◊〉 Should want its force and vigour in the 〈◊〉 Quint. Methinks I envy the example Pomp. What Would you your father should be so 〈◊〉 That you might save him Quint. No not for a world But who knows what this age doth travail with Pomp. True But the 〈◊〉 coheres 〈◊〉 You The heavens be thank'd for 't were not 〈◊〉 dumb Quint. T is a great benefit but yet me thinks I could incarcerate as he freed his voice To save a father I could