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
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
Helpe helpe Sex These cushens first shall stop thy breath If thou but shreekest harke how I le frame thy death Luc. The death I care not so I keepe vnstaind The vnceaz'd honour I haue yet maintaind Sex Thou canst keepe neither for if thou but squeechest Or lest the least harsh noise Iarre in my eare I le broach thee on my steele that done straite murder One of thy basest Groomes and lay you both Graspt arme in arme on thy adulterate bed Then call in witnes of that mechall sinne So shalt thou die thy death be scandalous Thy name be odious thy suspected body Denide all funerall rites and louing Colatine Shall hate thee euen in death then saue all this and to thy fortunes adde another friend Giue thy feares comfort and these torments end Lucr. I le die first and yet heare me oh as y' are noble If all your gratious and best generous thoughts Be not exilde your heart pittie oh pittie The Vertues of a woman marre not that Cannot be made againe this once defilde Not all the Ocean waues can purifie Or wash my staine away you seeke to That which the radiant splender of the Sunne Cannot make bright againe behold my teares Oh thinke them pearled drops destilled from the heart Of soule chaste Lucrece thinke them Orators To pleade the cause of absent Colatine your friend and kinsman Sex Tush I am obdure Luc. Then make my name pure keepe my body pure Oh Prince of Princes doe but weigh your sinne Thinke how much I shall loose how small you winne I loose my honour of my name and blood Lost Romes imperiall Crowne cannot make good You win the worlds shame all good mens hate Oh who would pleasure buy at such deere rate Nor can you tearme it pleasure for what 's sweet Where force hate iarre and contention meete Weigh but for what t is that you vrge me still To gaine a womans loue against her will You le but repent such wrong done a chaste wife and think that labour 's not worth all your strife Cursse your hot lust say you haue wrongd your friends But all the world cannot make me amends I tooke you for a friend wrong not my trust But let these chast tearmes quench your fiery lust Sâ—. No those moist teares contending with my fire Quench not my heate but make it climbe more higher I le drag thee hence Lucr. Oh! Sex If thou raise these cries lodg'd in thy slaughtered arms some base Groome dies And Rome that hath thy name admired so long Shal blot thy death with scandal from my tung Lucr Ioue garde my innocence Sex Lucrece thar' t mine In spight of Ioue all the powers diuine He beares her out Enter a Seruingman Ser. What 's a clocke tro my Lord bad me be earely ready with his Gelding for he would ride betimes in the morning now had I rather be vp an houre before my time then a minute after for my Lord will bee so infinitely eangrie if I but ouer sleepe my selfe a moment that I had better bee out of my life then in his displeasure but soft some of my Lord Colatines men lye in the next chamber I care not if I call them vp for it growes towards day what Pompy Pompy Clo. Who is that cal's Ser. T is I Clow. Whos 's that my Lord Sextus his man what a poxe make you vp before day Ser. I would haue the key of the Gate to come at my Lords horse in the stable Clo. I wold my Lord Sextus you were both in the hayloft for Pompy can take none of his naturall rest amongst you here 's eine Ostler rise giue my horse another pecke of hay Ser. Nay good Pompy helpe me to the Key of the stable Clow. Well Pompy was borne to doe Rome good in beeing so kinde to the young Princes Gelding but if for my kindenesse in giuing him Pease and Oates hee should kick mee I should scarse say god a mercie horse but come I le goe with thee to the stable Exeunt Enter Sextus Lucrece vnready Sex Nay weepe not sweete what 's done is past recall Call not thy name in question by this sorrow Which yet is without blemish what hath past Is hid from the worldes eye and only priuate Twixt vs faire Lucrece pull not on my head The wrath of Rome if I haue done thee wrong Loue was the cause thy fame is without blot And thou in Sextus hast a true friend got Nay sweete looke vp thou only hast my hart I must be gone Lucrece a kisse and part Lu. Oh! She flings from him and Exit Sex No peuish dame farwell then be the bruter Of thy owne shame which Tarquin would conceales I am armd against all can come let mischiefe frown With all his terror armd with ominous fates To all their spleenes a welcome I le affoord With this bold hart strong hand and my good sword Exit Enter Brutus Valerius Horatius Arnus Sceuola Colatine Bru. What so early Valer. and your voyce not vp yet thou wast wont to be my Lark and raise me with thy early notes Val. I was neuer so hard set yet my Lord but I had euer a fit of mirth for my friend Bru. Prethee let 's heare it then whilst we may for I deuine thy musique and my madnes are both short liu'd we shall haue somewhat else to doe ere long we hope Valerius Hora. Ioue send it Bru. Horatius Me thinks our warres goe not wel forward Horatius we haue greater Enimies to bustle with then the Ardeans if we durst but front them Horatius Hor. Would it were come to fronting Bru. Then we married men should haue the aduantage of the batchelers Horatius especially such as haue reuelling wiues those that can caper in the Citty while their husbands are in the Camp Collat why are you so sad the thought of this shold not trouble you hauing a Luc to your bedfellow Colla. My Lord I know no cause of discontent yet can not I be merry Aru. I should be frolique if my brother were but returnd to the Camp and in good time behould Prince Sextus Omnes Health to our generall Sex Thank you Br. Wil you suruey your forces giue order for a present assault your soldiers long to be tugging with the ArdeaÌ„s Sex No Col. Haue you seene Lucretia my Lord how fares shee Sex Well I le to my Tent Arn. Why how now what 's the matter brother Exeunt the brothers Bru. Thank you No well I le to my Tent get thee to thy Tent a coward goe with thee if thou hast no more spirit to a speedy encounter Vale. Shall I goe after him and know the cause of his discontent Sce. Or I my Lord Bru. Neither to pursue a foole in his humour is the next way to make him more humerous I le not be guiltie of his folly Thank you no before I wish him health agen when he is sicke of the sullens may
Speake who hath wrong you Luc. Ere I speake my woe Sweare you le reuenge poore Lucrece on her foe Bru. Be his head archt with golde Hor. Be his hand armd with an imperiall Scepter Old Luc. Be he great as Tarquin throand in an imperial seat Bru. Be he no more then mortall he shall feele The vengefull edge of this victorious steele Luc. Then seate you Lords whilst I expose my wrong Father deere husband and my kinsmen Lords Heare me I am dishonour'd and disgrac'd My reputation mangled my renown disparaged but my body oh my body Col. What Lucrece Luc. Staind polluted and defilde Strange steps are found in my adulterate bed And though my thoughts be white as innocence Yet is my body soild with lust burnd sinne And by a stranger I am strumpited Rauisht inforc'd and am no more to ranke among the Roman Matrons Bru. Yet cheere you Lady and restraine these teares If you were forc'd the sinne concernes not you A woman 's born but with a womans strength who was the Rauisher Hor. I name him Lady our loue to you shal only thus appeare In the reuenge that we will take on him Luc. I hope so Lords t' was Sextus the Kings Sonne Omnes How Sextus Tarquin Luc. That vnprincely Prince who guest-wise entred with my husbands Ring This Ring oh Collatine this Ring you sent Is cause of all my woe your discontent I feasted him then lodgd him and bestowde The choisest welcome but in dead of night My Traiterous guest came arm'd vnto my bed Frighted my silent sleepe threatend and praide For entertainment I despised both Which hearing his sharpe pointed Semitar The Tyrant bent against my naked brest Alas I begd my death but note his tyranny He brought with him a torment worse then death For hauing murdred me he swore to kill One of my basest Groomes and lodge him dead In my dead armes then call in testimony Of my adulterie to make me hated Euen in my death of husband father friendes Of Rome and all the world this this oh Princes Rauisht and kild me at once Col. Yet cōfort Lady I quit thy guilt for what could Lucrece doe more then a woman hadst thou dide polluted By this base scandall thou hadst wrong'd thy fame And hinderd vs of a moste iust reuenge All What shall we doe Lords Bru. Lay your resolute handes vpon the sword of Brutus Vow sweare as you hope meed for merrit from the Gods Or feare reward for sinne from deuils below As you are Romans and esteeme your fame More then your liues all humorous toyes set off Of madding singing smilings and what else Receiue your natiue vallours be your selues And ioyne with Brutus in the iust reuenge Of this chaste rauisht Lady sweare All We doe Luc Then with your humors heere my griefe ends too My staine I thus wipe off call in my sighes and in the hope of this reuenge forbeare Euen to my death to fall one passionate teare Yet Lords that you may crowne my innocence With our best thoughts that you may henceforth know We are the same in heart we seeme in show and though I quit my soule of all such sin The Lords whisper I le not debarre my body punishment Let all the world learne of a Roman dame To prise her life lesse then her honord fame Kils her selfe Lucr. Lucrece Col. Wife Bru. Lady Sce. She hath slaine herselfe Val. Oh see yet Lords if there be hope of life Bru. Shee s dead then turne your funerall teares to fire and indignation let vs now redeeme Our misspent time and ouer take our sloath With hostile expedition this great Lords This bloody knife on which her chast blood flower Shall not from Brutus till some strange reuenge fall on the heads of Tarquins Hor. Nowe 's the time to call their pride to compt Brutus leade on Wee le follow thee to their confusion Val. By Ioue we will the sprightfull youth of Rome Trickt vp in plumed harnesse shall attend The march of Brutus whome wee here create our genrall against the Tarquins Sce. Bee it so Bru. We imbrace it now to stir the wrath of Rome You Collatine and good Lucretius With eyes yet drown'd in teares beare that chaste body Into the market place that horrid obiect Shall kindle them with a most iust reuenge Hor. To see the father and the husband mourne Ore this chaste dame that haue so well deseru'd Of Rome and them then to infer the pride The wrongs and the perpetuall tyranny Of all the Tarquins Seruius Tullius death and his vnnaturall vsage by that Monster Tullia the Queene all these shall well concurre in a combind reuenge Bru, Lucrece thy death wee le mourne in glittering armes and plumed caskes some beare that reuerend loade Vnto the forum where our force shall meete To set vppon the pallas and expell This viperous broode from Rome I know the people Will gladly imbrace our fortunes Sceuola Goe you and muster powers in Brutus name Valerius you assist him instantly and to the mazed people freely speake the cause of this concourse Val. We goe Exeunt Val and Sceu Bru. And you deare Lord whose speechles greef is boundles Turne all your teares with ours to wrath and rage The hearts of all the Tarquins shall weep blood Vpon the funerall Hearse with whose chaste body Honor your armes and to th' assembled people Disclose her innocent woundes Gramercies Lords A great shout and a florish with drums and Trumpets That vniuersall shout tels me their words are gratious with the people and their troopes are ready imbatteled and expect but vs To leade their troopes Ioue giue our fortunes speede Wee le murder murder and base rape shall bleede Alarum Enter in the fight Tarquin and Tullia flying pursude by Brutus and the Romans marche with drum and Colours Porsenna Aruns Sextus Tarquin Tullia meets and ioyne with them To them Brutus and the Romans with drum and soldiers they make a stand Bru. Euen thus farre Tirant haue we dogd thy stepes Frighting thy frighted feare with horrid steele Tar. Lodge in the safety of Porsennaes armes Now Traytor Brutus we dare front thy pride Hora. Porsenna thar' t vnworthy of a scepter To shelter pride lust rape and tiranny In that proud Prince and his confederate sonnes Sex Traytors to heauen to Tarquin Roome and vs Treason to Kings doth stretch euen to the Gods And those high Gods that take great Rome in charge shall punish your rebellion Col. Oh Deuil Sextus speake not thou of Gods Not cast those false and fained eyes to heauen Whose rape the furies must torment in hel of Lucr Lucrece Sce. Her chast blood sul cries for vengeance to the Etheriall deities Lucr. Oh t wa's a foule deede Sextus Vale. And thy shame shal be eternall and outline her fame Aru Say Sextus lou'd her was she not a woman I and perhaps was willing to be forc'd Must you being priuate subiects dare to ring Warres loud alarum gainst your