seems too rash too unadvis'd and sudden Too like the Lightning which does cease to be E're one can say it is Therefore this time Good night my Marius may a happier hour Bring us to crown our Wishes Mar. jun. Why wilt thou leave me so unsatisfy'd Lavin What wouldst thou have Mar. jun. Th' Exchange of Love for mine Lavin I gave thee mine before thou didst request it And yet I wish I could retrieve it back Mar. jun. Why Lavin But to be frank and give it thee agen My Bounty is as boundless as the Sea My Love as deep the more I give to Thee The more I have for both are Infinite I hear a Noise within Farewell my Marius Or stay a little and I 'll come agen Mar. jun. Stay sure for ever Lavin Three words and Marius then good night indeed If that thy Love be honourably meant Thy purpose Marriage send me word to morrow And all my Fortunes at thy feet I 'll lay Nurse within Madam Lavin I come anon But if thou mean'st not well I do beseech thee Nurse within Madam Madam .... Lavin By and by I come To cease thy Suit and leave me to my Griefs To morrow I will send ..... Exit Mar. jun. So thrive my Soul Is not all this a Dream Too lovely sweet and flatt'ring to be true Re-enter Lavinia Lavin Hist Marius hist. Oh for a Falkner's voice To Lure this Tassell-gentle back agen Restraint has Fears and may not speak aloud Else would I tear the Cave where Echo lies With repetition of my Marius Mar. jun. It is my Love that calls me back agen How sweetly Lovers voices sound by night Like softest Musick to attending ears Lavin Marius Mar. jun. My dear Lavin What a clock to morrow Mar. jun. At the hour of nine Lavin I will not fail 'T is twenty years till then Why did I call thee back Mar. jun. Let me here stay till thou remember'st why Lavin The Morning 's breaking I wou'd have thee gone And yet no farther then a Wanton's Bird That lets it hop a little from his hand To pull it by its Fetters back agen Mar. jun. Would I were thine Lavin Indeed and so would I. Yet I should kill thee sure with too much cherishing No more ... Good night Mar. jun. There 's such sweet Pain in parting That I could hang for ever on thy Arms And look away my life into thy Eyes Lavin To morrow will come Mar. jun. So it will Good night Heav'n be thy Guard and all its Blessings wait thee ... Ex. Lavin To morrow 't is no longer but Desires Are swift and longing Love wou'd lavish time To morrow oh to morrow till that come The tedious Hours move heavily away And each long Minute seems a lazy Day Already Light is mounted in the Air Striking it self through every Element Our Party will by this time be abroad To try the Fate of Marius and Rome Love and Renown sure court me thus together Smile smile ye Gods and give Success to both Exit SCENE the Forum Enter Four Citizens 3. Cit. WEll Neighbours now we are hear what must we doe 1. Cit. Why you must give your Vote for Caius Marius to be Consul and if any body speaks against you knock 'em down 2. Cit. The truth on 't is there 's nothing like a Civil Government where good Subjects may have leave to knock Brains out to maintain Privileges 3. Cit. Look you .... but what 's this Sylla this Sylla I 've heard great talk of him .... He 's a damnable fighting fellow they say but hang him ... he 's a Lord. 1. Cit. Ay so he is Neighbours and I know not why any one should be a Lord more then another I care not for a Lord what good do they doe nothing but run in our debts and ly with our Wives 4. Cit. Why there 's a Grievande now I have three Boys at home no more mine then Rome's mine They are all fair curl'dhair Cupids and I am an honest black tawny Kettle-fac'd Fellow .... I 'll ha' no Lords ... Drum and Trumpets 1. Cit. Hark! hark Drums and Trumpets Drums and Trumpets They are coming Be you sure you roar out for a Marius and doe as much mischief as you can Enter Marius senior and his Sons Marius born upon the Shoulders of two Roman Slaves Sulpitius at the head of the Guards Trumpets Sulpit. Harken ye men of Rome I I Sulpitius Your Tribune and Protectour of your Freedoms By virtue of that Office here have call'd you To chuse a Consul Mithridates King of Pontus has begun a War upon us Invaded our Allies our Edicts violated And threatens Rome it self Whom will you chuse To lead you forth in this most glorious War Marius or Sylla All Cit. A Marius a Marius a Marius Mar. sen. Countrymen And Fellow-citizens my Brethren all Or if it may be thought a dearer name My Sons my Children glory of my Age I come not hither arm'd to force your Suffrage As Sylla does to enter Rome with Pow'r As if he meant a Triumph o're his Country I have not made a Party in the Senate To bring you into Slavery or load Your Necks with the hard Yoak of Lordly pow'r I am no Noble but a Free-born man A Citizen of Rome as all you are A Lover of your Liberties and Laws Your Rights and Privileges Witness here These Wounds which in your Service I have got And best plead for me ..... All Cit. Marius Marius Marius No Sylla no Sylla no Sylla Sulpit. No more remains Most honourable Consul but that straight you mount Tile Seat-Tribunall .... Lictors bring your Rods Axes and Fasces and present 'em here Hall Caius Marius Consul of the War Trumpets Enter Metellus Cinna Antonius Quintus Pompeius his Son c. Guards Metell See Romans there the Ruine of your Freedome The blazing Meteor that bodes ill to Rome Oppression Tyranny A varice and Pride All center in that melancholick Brow If you are mad for Slavery long to try The weight of abs'lute Chains once more proclaim him And shout so loud till Mithridates hear And laugh to think your Throats fit for his Sword Take Me take all your Senatours and drag Us headlong to the Tiber .... plunge us in And bid adieu to Liberty for ever Then turn and fall before your new-made God Bring your Estates your Children and your Wives And lay 'em at the feet of his Ambition This you must doe and well it will become Such Slaves who sell their Charters for a Holiday Cit. No Marius no Marius Metell Quintus Pompeius in the Senate's name As Consul we command thee to demand Justice of Marius and proclaim him Traitour Q. Pomp. Descend then Marius Traitour to the State And Liberty of Rome and hear thy Sentence Mar. sen. Now by the Gods this Cause is worthy of me Worthy my Fate Is this the Right and Liberty of Rome To pull its lawfull Consul from his Seat Unjudg'd and brand him with
I 'm all desire to stay no will to go How is 't my Soul let 's talk It is not Day Lavin Oh! it is it is .... Fly hence away my Marius It is the Lark and out of tune she sings With grating Discords and unpleasing Strainings Some say the Lark and loathsome Toad change Eyes Now I could wish they had chang'd Voices too Or that a Lethargy had seiz'd the Morning And she had slept and never wak'd agen To part me from th' Embraces of my Love What shall become of Me when Thou art gone Mar. jun. The Gods that heard our Vows and know our Loves Seing my Faith and thy unspotted Truth Will sure take care and let no Wrongs annoy thee Upon my Knees I 'll ask 'em every day How my Lavinia does and every night In the severe Distresses of my Fate As I perhaps shall wander through the Desart And want a place to rest my weary Head on I 'll count the Stars and bless 'em as they shine And court 'em all for my Lavinia's Safety Lavin Oh Banishment eternal Banishment Ne'r to return must we ne'r meet agen My Heart will break I cannot think that Thought And live Cou'd I but see to th' end of Woe There were some Comfort .... but eternall Torment Is even insupportable to Thought It cannot be that we shall part for ever Mar. jun. No for my Banishment may be recall'd My Father once more hold a Pow'r in Rome Then shall I boldly claim Lavinia mine Whilst happiest men shall envy at the Blessing And Poets write the Wonders of our Loves Lavin If by my Father's Cruelty I 'm forc'd When left alone to yield to Sylla's Claim Defenseless as I am and thou far from me If as I must I rather dy then suffer 't What a sad Tale will that be when 't is told thee I know not what to fear or hope or think Or say or doe I cannot let thee go Mar. jun. A Thousand things would to this purpose said But sharpen and add weight to parting Sorrow Oh my Lavinia if my Heart e're stray .... Kneels Or any other Beauty ever charm me If I live not entirely onely thine In that curst moment when my Soul forsakes thee May I be hither brought a Captive bound T' adorn the Triumph of my basest Foe Lavin And if I live not faithfull to the Lord Of my first Vows my dearest onely Marius May I be brought to Poverty and Scorn Hooted by Slaves forth from thy gates O Rome Till flying to the Woods t' avoid my Shame Sharp Hunger Cold or some worse Fate destroy me And not one Tree vouchsafe a Leaf to hide me Mar. jun. What needs all this Lavin Oh! I could find out things To talk to thee for ever Mar. jun. Weep not the time We had to stay together has bin employ'd In richest Love ..... Lavin We ought to summon all The spirit of soft Passion up to chear Our Hearts thus lab'ring with the pangs of Parting Oh my poor Marius Mar. jun. Ah my kind Lavinia Lavin But dost thou think we e're shall meet agen Mar. jun. I doubt it not and all these Woes shall serve For sweet Discourses in our time to come Lavin Alas I have an ill-divining Soul Methinks I see thee now thou' rt from my Arms Like a stark Ghost with Horrour in thy Visage Either my Eye-sight fails or thou look'st pale Mar. jun. And trust me Love in my Eye so dost Thou Dry Sorrow drinks our Bloud .... Farewell Lavin Farewell then Ex. Mar. jun. Nurse within Madam Lavin My Nurse Nurse within Your Father 's up and Day-light broke abroad Be wary look about you ..... Lavin Hah is he gone My Lord my Husband Friend I must hear from thee every day i' th' hour For absent Minutes seem as many Days Oh! by this reck'ning I shall be most old E're I agen behold my Marius Nay Gone too already 't was unkindly done I had not yet imparted half my Soul Not a third part of its sond jealous Fears But I 'll pursue him for 't and be reveng'd Hang such a tender Tale about his Heart Shall make it tingle as his Life were stung Nay too .... I 'll love him never never leave him Fond as a Child and resolute as Man Ex. Lavin Enter Metellus musing Metell Sylla this morning parts from hence to Capua To head that Army Cinna must be Consul .... Ay Cinna must be He 's a busy fellow Knows how to tell a story to the Rabble Hates Marius too that that 's the dearest point I hope the Snares for Marius laid may take him A hundred horse are in pursuit to find him And if they catch him his Head 's safe that 's certain Octavius will be the other .... be it so An honest simple downright-dealing Lord A little too Religious that 's his fault Enter a Servant What now Servant A Letter left you by a Lictor Who told us that it came from the Lord Sylla Metellus reads the Letter BLame not Sir my parting So suddenly just now I 've had advice Of some Disturbance in the Camp at Capua Commend my tender'st Faith to fair Lavinia You 're Sylla 's Advocate with her and Rome Enter Nurse Well Nurse Nurse My Lord. Metell How does my Daughter Nurse Truly very ill She has not slept a wink Nothing but toss'd and tumbled all this night I left her just now slumbering This Lord Sylla does so run in her Head Metell Oh! were he in her Heart Nurse Nurse Were he Why she thinks of nothing else talks of nothing else dreams of nothing else She would needs have me ly with her th' other night But about midnight I 'll swear it wak'd me out of a sweet Nap she takes me fast in her Arms and cries Oh my Lord Sylla but are you will you be true then sigh'd and so stretcht .... I swear I was half afraid Metell She 's strangely alter'd then This Morning two new Consuls must be chosen If they are true those tidings thou hast brought me Wait while she wakes and tell her 't is my pleasure At my return from th' Forum that I see her .... Ex. Metell Nurse So so here will be sweet doings in time How many hundred lies a day must I tell to keep this Family at peace Enter Lavinia Lavin Oh Nurse where art thou is my Father gone Nurse Gone yes and would I were gone too Lavin Why dost thou sigh what cause hast thou to wish so Wert thou distrest unfortunate as I am Thou hadst then cause What shall I doe Oh how alone am I I walk methinks as half of me were lost Yet like a maim'd Bird flutter flutter on And fain wou'd find a Hole to hide my head in Nurse ' Odds my Boddikins but why thus drest Madam why in this pickle say you now Lavin Seem not to wonder nor dare to oppose me For I am desperate and resolv'd to Death In this unhappy wayward humble Dress After my
speak the language of the Heart If tend'rest Glances Sighs and sudden Blushes May be interpreted for Love in one So young so fair and innocent as she Our Souls can ne'r be Strangers Mar. sen. No more I 'll have Lavinia nam'd no more When next thou nam'st her let it be with infamy Tell me Sh' has whor'd or fled her Father's house With some course Slave t' a secret Cell of Lust And then I 'll bless thee Mar. jun. I shall obey Gods from your Skies look down And find like me one wretched if you can No Sir I 'll speak that hatefull Name no more But be as Curst as you can wish your Son Enter Sulpitius Mar. sen. Oh Sulpitius Thou darling of m' Ambition art thou come What news Sulpit. I 've left a Present at your house The Head of a Metellus a gay tall Young thing that was in time t' have bin a Lord But he 's but Worms-meat now Mar. sen. My best Sulpitius Thou always comfort'st me See here a man A Stranger to my Bloud as well as Fortune But meerly of his choice my Honour's friend What mighty things would he not doe for me Could'st thou when Honour call'd thee whine for Love Sulpit. How my young son of war in Love with whom Mar. jun. A Woman Sir .... I must not speak her Name Sulpit. If it be hopeless Love use generous means And lay a kinder Beauty to the Wound Take in a new Infection to the heart And the rank Poison of the old will dy Mar. jun. A Plantane leaf is excellent for that Sulpit. For what Mar. jun. For broken Shins Sulpit. Why art thou mad Mar. jun. Not mad but bound more then a Mad-man is Confin'd to limits kept without my food Whipt and tormented .... Prithee do not wake me Let me dream on Sulpit. Oh! the small Queen of Fairies Is busy in his Brains the Mab that comes Drawn by a little Team of smallest Atoms Over mens Noses as they lie asleep In a Chariot of an empty Hazel-nut Made by a Joiner Squirrel in which state She gallops night by night through Lovers brains And then how wiokedly they dream all know Sometimes she courses o're a Courtier 's Nose And then he dreams of begging an Estate Sometimes she hurries o're a Souldier's Neck And then dreams he of cutting forrein Throats Of Breaches ... Ambuscado's temper'd Blades Of good rich Winter-quarters and false Musters Sometimes she tweaks a Poet by the Ear And then dreams he Of Panegyricks flatt'ring Dedications And mighty Presents from the Lord knows who But wakes as empty as he laid him down Sh' has bin with Sylla too and he dreams now Of nothing but a Consulship Mar. sen. A Rattle Give the fantastick giddy Boy a Rattle The puling Fondling should not want a Play thing A Consulship Sulpit. By all the Gods he 'll shake it H' has drawn a Force from Capua here to Rome As if he meant Destruction or Success The Rabble too are drunk with him already .... Mar. sen. Alarm all our Citizens to Arms That are my Friends Draw you your Guards together And take possession of the Forum Thou Inglorious Boy behold my Face no more Till thou 'st done something worthy of my Name Mar. jun. First perish Rome and all I hold most dear Rather then let me feel my Father's Hate .... Mar. sen. Why that 's well said .... Sulpit. My Troups are all together All ready on the Forum but the Heav'ns Play tricks with us Our Ensigns as they stood Display'd before our Troups took fire untouch'd And burnt to tinder Three Ravens brought their young ones in the streets Devouring 'em before the people's eyes Then bore the Garbage back into their Nests A noise of Trumpets rattling in the Air Was heard and dreadfull Cries of dying men Mar. sen. It was the Roman Genius that thus warns Me her old Friend not to let slip my Fate Ambition oh Ambition if I 've done For thee things great and well .... shall Fortune now Forsake me Hark thee Sulpitius if it come to blows Let not a Hair of that Metellus scape thee who 'd strip my Age of its most dear bought Honours Else why have I thus bustled in the World Through various and uncertain Fortunes hurl'd But to be Great unequall'd and alone Which onely he can be who still spurs on As swift at last as when he first begun ..... Exeunt The end of the First ACT. ACT II. Enter Metellus and Nurse Metell I Cannot rest to night Ill-boding Thoughts Have chas'd soft Sleep from my unsettled Brains This seems Lavinia's Chamber and she up Rest too to night has bin a stranger here Lavinia my Daughter hoa where art thou Nurse Now by my Maidenhead at twelve years old I had one Come what Lamb what Lady-bird Gods forbid Where 's this Girl Lavinia Enter Lavinia Lavin How now who calls Nurse Your Father Child Lavin I 'm here Your Lordship's pleasure Metell Why up at this unlucky time of Night When nought but loathsome Vermin are abroad Or Witches gathering pois'nous Herbs for Spells By the pale light of the cold waning Moon Lavin Alas I could not sleep in a sad Dream Methought I saw one standing by my Bed To warn me I should have a care of Sleep For 't would be banefull Metell Dreams give Children Fears Lavin At which I rose from my uneasy Pillows And to my Closet went to pray the Gods T' avert th' unlucky Omen Metell 'T was well done Nurse give us leave a while I must impart Something to my Lavinia Yet stay And hear it too Thou know'st Lavinia's Age. Nurse 'Faith I know her Age to an hour Metell She 's bare Sixteen Nurse I 'll lay Sixteen of my Teeth of it and yet no Disparagement I have but Six she 's not Sixteen How long is 't now since Marius triumph'd last Metell No matter Woman what is that to thee Nurse Even or odd of all days in the year since Marius enter'd Rome in Triumph 't is now even Thirteen years Young Marius then too was but a Boy My Lais and she were both of an Age. Well Lais is in Happiness she was too good for me But as I was saying a month hence she 'll be Sixteen 'T is since Marius triumph'd now full Thirteen years and then she was weaned Sure I shall never forget it of all days .... Upon that day for I had then laid Wormseed to my Breast sitting in the Sun under the Dove-house-Wall my Lady and you were at the Show Nay I do bear a Brain but as I said before when it did tast the Wormseed on my Nipple and felt it bitter pretty Fool to see it teachy and fall out with the Nipple Shout quo ' the people in the streets 'T was no need I trow to bid me trudge And since that time it is Thirteen years and then she cou'd stand alone nay she cou'd run and waddle all about for just the day before she broke her
follies of my Love And when he does perhaps may scorn and hate me Nurse Yes yes he 's a rude unmannerly ill-bred Fellow He is not the Flow'r of Curtesy but I 'll warrant him as gentle as a Lamb. Go thy ways Child serve God What a Father 's an Old man and old men they say will take care But a Young man Girl ah a Young man There 's a great deal in a Young man and thou shalt have a Young man What I have bin thy Nurse these Sixteen years and I should know what 's good for thee surely Oh! ay ... a Young man Lavin Now prithee leave me to my self a while Ex. Nurse 'T is hardly yet within two hours of Day Sad Nights seem long .... I 'll down into the Garden The Queen of Night Shines fair with all her Virgin-stars about her Not one amongst 'em all a Friend to me Yet by their Light a while I 'll guide my steps And think what course my wretched state must take Oh Marius Ex. Lavinia SCENE A walled Garden belonging to Metellus house Enter Marlus junior Mar. jun. HOw vainly have I spent this idle Night Ev'n Wine can't heal the ragings of my Love This sure should be the Mansion of Lavinia For in such Groves the Deities first dwelt Can I go forward when my Heart is here Turn back dull Earth and find thy Center out ... Enters the Garden Enter Granius and Sulpitius Gran. This way ... he went ... Why Marius Brother Marius Sulp. Perhaps he 's wise and gravely gone to bed There 's not so weak a Drunkard as a Lover One Bottle to his Lady's health quite addles him Gran. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard-Wall Call good Sulpitius Sulpit. Nay I 'll conjure too Why Marius Humours Passion mad-man Lover Appear thou in the likeness of a Sigh Speak but one word and I am satisfy'd He hears not neither stirs he yet Nay then I conjure thee by bright Lavinia's Eyes By her high Forehead and her scarlet Lip By her fine Foot straight Leg and quivering Thigh And the Demeans that there adjacent ly That in thy likeness thou appear to us Gran. Hold good Sulpitius this will anger him .... Sulp. This cannot anger him 'T would anger him To raise a Spirit in his Lady's Arms Till she had laid and charm'd it down agen Gran. Let 's go h' has hid himself among these Trees To dy his melancholick Mind in Night Blind is his Love and best befits the Dark Sulpit. Pox o' this Love this little Scarcrow Love That frights Fools with his painted Bow of Lath Out of their feeble sense Gran. Stop there ... let 's leave the Subject and its Slave Or burn Metellus House about his ears Sulpit. This morning Sylla means to enter Rome Your Father too demands the Consulship Yet now when he shou'd think of cutting Throats Your Brother 's lost lost in a maze of Love The idle Truantry of Callow Boys I 'd rather trust my Fortunes with a Daw That hops at every Butterfly he sees Then have to doe in honour with a man That fells his Vertue for a Woman's Smiles .... Exeunt Enter Marius junior in the Garden Mar. jun. He laughs at Wounds that never felt their smart What Light is that which breaks through yonder Shade Lavinia in the Balcony Oh! 't is my Love She seems to hang upon the cheek of Night Fairer then Snow upon the Raven's back Or a rich Jewel in an AEthiop's ear Were she in yonder Sphear she 'd shine so bright That Birds would sing and think the Day were breaking Lavin Ah me Mar. jun. She speaks Oh! speak agen bright Angel for thou art As glorious to this Night as Sun at Noon To the admiring eyes of gazing Mortals When he bestrides the lazy-puffing Clouds And sails upon the bosom of the Air. Lavin O Marius Marius wherefore art thou Marius Deny thy Family renounce thy Name Or if thou wilt not be but sworn my Love And I 'll no longer call Metellus Parent Mar. jun. Shall I hear this and yet keep silence Lavin No. 'T is but thy Name that is my Enemy Thou would'st he still thy self though not a Marius Belov'd of me and charming as thou art What 's in a Name that which we call a Rose By any other name wou'd smell as sweet So Marius were he not Marius call'd Be still as dear to my desiring Eyes Without that Title Marius lose thy Name And for that Name which is no part of Thee Take all Lavinia Mar. jun. At thy word I take thee Call me but Thine and Joys will so transport me I shall forget my self and quite be chang'd Lavin Who art Thou that thus hid and veil'd in Night Hast overheard my Follies Mar. jun. By a Name I know not how to tell thee who I am My Name dear Creature 's hatefull to my self Because it is an Enemy to Thee Lavin Marius how cam'st thou hither tell and why The Orchard-walls are high and hard to climb And the place Death consid'ring who thou art If any of our Family here find thee By whose Directions didst thou find this place Mar. jun. By Love that first did prompt me to enquire He lent me Counsell and I lent him Eyes I am no Pilot yet wert thou as far As the vast Shoar washt by the farthest Sea I 'd hazard Ruine for a Prize so dear Lavin Oh Marius vain are all such Hopes and Wishes The hand of Heav'n has thrown a Bar between us Our Houses Hatred and the Fate of Rome Where none but Sylla must be happy now All bring him Sacrifices of some sort And I must be a Victim to his Bed To night my Father broke the dreadfull news And when I urg'd him for the Right of Love He threaten'd me to banish me his House Naked and shiftless to the World Would'st thou Marius receive a Beggar to thy Bosom Mar. jun. Oh! were my Joys but fixt upon that point I 'd then shake hands with Fortune and be friends Thus grasp my Happiness embrace it thus And bless th' ill turn that gave thee to my Arms. Lavin Thou know'st the mark of Night is on my Face Else should I blush for what th' hast heard me speak Fain would I dwell on Form fain fain deny The things I 've said but farewell all such Follies Dost thou then love I know thou 'lt say thou dost And I must take thy word though thou prove false Mar. jun. By yon bright Cynthia's beams that shines above Lavin Oh! swear not by the Moon th' inconstant Moon That changes Monthly and shines but by seasons Lest that thy Love prove variable too Mar. jun. What shall I swear by Lavin Do not swear at all Or if thou wilt swear by thy gracious Self Who art the God of my Idolatry And I 'll believe thee Mar. jun. Witness all ye Powr's Lavin Nay do not swear although my Joy be great I 'm hardly satisfy'd with this night's Contract It