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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34579	Horatius, a Roman tragedie, by Sir William Lower.; Horace. English	Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684.; Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662.	1656 (1656)	Wing C6313; ESTC R19443	33,557	70

a service and of such importance requires the rar'st and most illustrious honour you had for pawn thereof his word already I could no longer have deferred it I know by his report which I ne'r doubted how brave and like your self you bear the death of your two sons and that your soul already being resolv'd my consolation would be superfluous but I come to know what strange misfortune hath follow'd the vertue of your victorious Son and how it comes that his too much love for the publick cause bath tane an onely daughter from his father by his own hands I know what such a stroak can do upon the strongest spirit and doubt how you may bear this death Old Horat. Sir with displeasure but yet with patience Tull. 'T is plain this is the vertuous effect of your experience Many have taught by a long file of years as well as you that miseries succeed the sweetest happinesse few know like you t' apply this remedie and all their Vertue yeelds to their Interest If my compassion can ease your sorrow know that 't is extreme as is your evill and that Tullus laments you as much as he doth love you Val. Sir since Heaven doth put its justice in the hands of Kings and the force of the lawes and since the State asketh rewards for vertues and strict punishments for crimes of lawfull Princes suffer that a just occasion make you to remember that you lament too much what you should punish Suffer Old Horat. What! that we send a Conqueror to punishment Tull. Allow him leave to finish and I 'll do justice I am bound to render it to all at all hours and in every place it is by it that a King makes himself a demi-God and hence is' t that I pitie you that after such a service against him they should demand me justice Val. Suffer then O great King and the justest of all Kings that all good men speak to you by my mouth not that our hearts as jealous of his honours urge us to this if he receiveth much his high deeds do deserve it add unto it rather then lessen it we are also ready to contribute unto it but since he hath shew'd himself guilty of such a crime let him triumph as Conquerour and perish as malefactor stop his fury and save from his hands if you desire to reigne the remnant of the Romans hereupon depends the losse or safety of the rest seeing the blood shed by this fatall Warr and so many fair knots of marriage wherewith our happy destinies have so often united such neer nighbours few of us have enjoy'd such a happinesse as not I' have lost a Cosen or a brother in law an uncle or a son in law in Alba whereby to have occasion to shed tears for their own losses in the publick joy If it be an offence to Rome and that the fortune of his arms alloweth him to punish this crime of our tears what blood will this fierce Conqu'ror spare that would not pardon that of his Sister nor excuse the grief which the death of a Lover doth infuse into a Mistresse heart when ready to be lighted by the fair nuptiall Torch she sees her hope i' th' grave with him Making Rome thus to triumph he enslaves it by this means he hath a right of life and death upon us and our offending dayes shall last no longer then it shall please his clemency to suffer them I could add for the interests of Rome that such a stroak 's unworthy of a man I could demand to be brought here before you that rare exploit of a victorious arme you should see then a fair blood to accuse his rage retort into his cruel face you should behold horrours which cannot be conceiv'd her age and beauty sure would move you but I hate those means that show artifice You have deferr'd the sacrifice till to morrow Think you that the just Gods stil'd the revengers of Innocents will receive incense from a parricide hand This sacriledg would draw their punishment upon you Look upon him but as an object of their hate believe with us that the good destinie of Rome in all these three fights did more then his arm since these same Gods the Authors of his Victory permitted that he suddenly should fully the glory of it and that such a courage after so brave an Act should in one day be worthy of a Triumph and of Death It rests Sir that your Sentence decide this Rome never saw a parricide till now Fear what may follow and Heaven's anger save us from his unnaturall hand and fear the Gods Tull. Defend your self Horatius Horat. To what purpose shall I defend me Sir you know the action as being told it now what you think of it must be a law to me One ill defends himself against th' opinion of a King and th' innocentest soul that e'r was born is guiltie if he judg him to be so It is a crime t' excuse himself unto him Our blood 's his goods he can dispose thereof and we must think that when he doth do so he deprives not himself without just cause Then Sir pronounce I 'm ready to obey Others love life and I am bound to hate it I reproach not Valerius heat which makes him loving the Sister to accuse the Brother my wishes at this time conspire with his he asks my death 't is that which I desire We differ onely in this point that I seek to conserve my honour in 't and he to perish it Sir seldome is a subject offer'd to shew the vertue of a great and noble heart complete according to occasion it acts or more or lesse and appears strong or weak unto the eyes of those that are her witnesses The people that onely looks upon the outside judgeth its force by its effects and dares to think by an ill maxime that who doth a miracle must do it still After a complete action high and illustrious what glitters lesse ill answereth their expectation they would have us to be all times alike and in all places they examine not if one could better do then nor that if they see not still a wonder the occasion is lesse and Vertue equall Their injustice destroyes great names the honour of the first attchievements is forgotten by the second and when renown is pass'd beyond the mean if we 'll not fall thence we must act no more I will not boast th' exploits Sir of my arm your Majestie hath seen my three encounters hardly again shall I meet any such nor e'r the like occasion will be to shew my courage and crown the successe so that to leave here an illustrious memory death onely now can keep alive my glory and I must have it too as soon as I have conquer'd for I have outliv'd my honour Such one as I beholds his glory perish'd when he falls into any ignominie and my hand would have freed me on 't already if my bloud durst come

my own shall execute it on then who holds you on inhumane hearts I shall have means enough to force you to it you shall not be busie at the at the fight but in the mid'st this body shall arrest your Swords and spight of your refusals force them to make way here before they reach at you Horat. O my wife Curiat O my sister Cam. They begin to mollifie Sab You sigh your Visages grow pale are you those great hearts those brave Heroes which Rome and Alba have tane for defenders Horat. Wife what have I done to thee wherein have I offended thee that thou seek'st out against me such a revenge what have my honour done thee and wherefore comest thou with all thy force tassault my vertue satisfie thy self at least to have astonish'd it and leave me to finish this great business Thou would'st faine reduce me to strange point if thou lov'dst thy husband thou wouldst not seeke to prevaile be gone then and no longer leave the Victory doubtful and in suspence the dispute on 't makes me asham'd already suffer me to end my dayes with honour Sabina Well proceed feare me no more he comes to thy assistance SCENA VII The old Horatius Horatius Curiatius Sabina Camilla The old Horatius How comes this Children doth your love lull you asleepe or do you hearken to its charme Lose you yet time with women even ready to shed blood looke you on effeminate tears begone and leave these blubber'd fooles to their misfortunes their complaints have too much art and tenderness for you they would participate their weakness to you and there is no way to shun those stroakes but onely to fly from them Sabina Feare nothing from them they are worthy of you in spight of our endeavours I perceive you may expect what ever you desire both from a Son and Son in law and if our weakness could have changed them we leave you here to encourage them come Sister come let us lose no more tears against such vertues they are but weake armes 't is but to despaire that we must have recourse Go Tigers go to fight and we will go to die Exeunt women SCENA VIII The old Horatius Horatius Curiatius Horat. Father I do beseech you entertain these passionate Women above all things see they come not forth their troublesome affection would come with glory by their cryes and tears to interrupt our combat and what they do to us would with justice do we may be perhaps suspected of this evil artifice The honour of so faire a choice would be too dearly bought if we should be suspected of any cowardize The old Horat. I will have care of them begone your Brothers do attend you think of nothing but what 's due unto your Country Curiat What fare-well shall I bid you and what complements use t' express my self The old Horat. Oh! do not mollifie my sentiments here to encourage you my voyce wants language my heart cannot form thoughts strong enough At this adieu I have my self tears in mine eyes Do what you ought and in your combat have no other thought The end of the second Act ACTUS III. SCENA I. Sabina MY soul we cannot stand indifferent one side 't is requisite I take I must be wife unto Horatius or sister to Curiatius cease we to divide our fruitless cares let us desire something and fear a little less but which to take alas I know not in a chance so contrary it is a hard extremity to chuse a husband or a brother for an enemy Nature or Love doth speake for each of them and by the laws of duty I am ty'd unto them both on their high sentiments rather le ts rule our own be the wife of th' one and sister of the other both together let 's looke upon their honour as a good unparallell'd let 's imitate their constancy and let us feare no more the death which threatens them is such a faire death that we should not be afraid to heare the news o' nt let 's not call then the destinies inhumane let us think upon the cause and not upon the hands let us behold the conquerours as if we had no other thought but of the glory which all their house receiveth from their Victory without considering what blood is shed to raise their vertue to that glorious hight let 's make our interests of their Family in the one I am wife in th' other daughter and hold of both by such strong obligations that they cannot triumph but by my armes Fortune whatever evils thy rigour sends me I have the means to derive joy from thence and to see now the combat without fear the dead without despaire the conquerours without confusion Flattering illusion sweet and gross error vaine indeavour of my sonl impuissant light whose false sparks take a priviledge to dazle me how little thou last's and how soon vainshest much like unto those lightnings which in the thick shades thrust forth a sudden day and afterward renders the night more gloomy and obscure thou struck'st mine eyes but with a moments brightness to overwhelme them with eternal night Thou too much flattered'st my punishment and Heaven offended at it selleth me this moment of refreshment very deare I feele my sad heart pierc'd with all the stroakes that now deprive me of a brother or a husband when I think upon their death what ever I propose I think by what arme and not for what cause nor can I •ehold the conquererours in their illustrious ranke but to consider at what bloods expense the house o' th' vanquish'd party onely touches my soul in one I 'm daughter wife in th' other and hold of both by such strong obligations that they cannot triumph but by my armes This is that peace then I so much desired Too favourable Gods you heard my prayers what thunder-bolts dart you when you are wronged when even your favours are so full of cruelties And in what manner punish you offence if thus you use the prayers of innocence SCENA II. Sabina Julia Sab Is it done Julia what news bring you me Is it a bro•ers or a husbands death Or hath the sad fate of their impious armes of all the combatants made as many sacrifices and envying me the horrour which I had o' th' conquerours condemned me to tears for all o• them together Julia Know you not what hath pass'd yet Sab How should I understand it know you not that Camllia and my self are shut up in this house as in a prison Julia they fear our tears we should without doubt have interpos'd our selves between their armes and by the just despaires of a chast amity we should have drawn some pity from both Camps Julia There was no need of such a tender spectacle their sight brought obstacle enough unto their fight assoon as they were ready to measure their swords both one and th' other Camp began to murmur that persons so neer ally'd should sacrifice each others life