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
Important are th' affaires wee haue in hand Hence with that mome Lucr. Brutus forbeare the presence Brut For beare the presence why pra'y Sext. None are admitted to this graue concourse But wise men nay good Brutus Bru. You le haue an emptie parliament then Arn. Heere is no roome for fooles Bru. Then what makst thou heere or he or he oh Iupiter if this commaund be kept strictly wee shall haue emptie benches get you home you that are heere for heere will be nothing to doe this day a generall concourse of wise-men t w'as neuer seene since the first Chaos Tarquin if the general rule haue no exceptiōs thou wilt haue an empty Consistory Tul. Brutus you trouble vs Bru. How powerfull am I you renowned Deities that am able to trouble her that troubles a whole Empire fooles exempted women admitted laugh Democritus but haue you nothing to say to Madmen Tarq. Madmen haue heere no place Bru. Then out a dores with Tarquin what 's hee that may sit in a calme Valley and will choose to repose in a tempestious mountaine but a madman that may liue in tranquilous pleasures and will seeke out a kingdomes-cares but a mad-man who would seeke innouation in a common-wealth in publike or be ouer-ruld by a curst wife in priuate but a foole or a mad-man giue me thy hand Tarquins shal we two be dismist together from the Capitoll Tar. Restraine his folly Tul. Driue the frantique hence Arun. Nay Brutus Sex Good Brutus Bru. Nay soft soft good blood of the Tarquins le ts haue a few colde words first and I am gone in an instant I claime the priuiledge of the nobilitie of Rome and by that priuiledge my seate in the Capitol I am a Lord by birth my place is as free in the Capitol as Horatius thine or thine Lucretius Thine Sextus Arnus thine or any here I am a Lord and banish al the Lords frō the presence you le haue few to wait vpon the King but Gentlemen nay I am easily perswaded then hands off since you will not haue my company you shal haue my roome My roome indeede for what I seeme to be Brutus is not but borne great Roome to free The state is full of Dropsie and swolne bigge With windy vapors which my sword must pierce To purge th' infected blood bred by the pride Of these infested blouds nay now I goe Beholde I vanish since t is Tarquins minde One small foole goes but great fooles leaues behinde Exit Lucre. T is pittie one so generously deriu'd Should be depriu'd his best induements thus And want the true directions of the soule Tar. To leaue these delatorie trifles Lords Now to the publique businesse of the Land Lords take your seuerall places Luc Not great Tarquin before the King assume his regall throane Whose comming we attend Tulli. Hee 's come already Lucr. The King Tar. The King Col. Seruius Tar. Tarquinius Lucr. Seruius is King Tar. It was by power diuine The Throane that long since hee vsurpt is mine Heere we enthroane our selues Cathedral state Long since detain'd vs iustly we resume Then let our friendes and such as loue vs crie Liue Tarquin and enioy this soueraintie Omues. Liue Tarquin and enioy this soueraintie Florish Ent. Valerius Val. The King himselfe with such considerate Peeres As stoutly embrace his faction being informde Of Tarquins vsurpation armed comes Neere to the entrance of the Capitoll Tarq. No man giue placethe that dares to arise And doe him reuerence we his loue despise Enter Seruius Heratius Seuo Souldiers Ser. Traitor Ta. Vsurper Ser. Descend Tul. Sit still Ser. In Tarquins name Roomes greate imperiall monarch I charge thee Tarquin disinthrone thy selfe and throw thee at our feete prostrate for mercy Hor. Spoke like a King Tar. In Tarquins name now Romes imperiall Monarch We charge thee Seruius make free resignation Of that archt wreath thou hast vsurpt so long Tul. Words worth an Empire Hor. Shal this be brookt my Soueraigne Dismount the Traitor Sex Touch him he that dares Hor. Dares Tul. Dares Ser. Strumpet no childe of mine Tul. Dotard and not my father Ser. Kneele to thy King Tul. Submit thou to thy Queene Ser. Insufferable treason with bright steele Lop downe these interponents that withstand The passage to our throane Hor. That Cocles dares Sex We with our steele guard Tarquin and this chaire Sceu. A Seruius Arnu A Tarquin Tar. Now are we King indeede our awe is builded Vpon this royall base and slaughtered body Of a dead King we by his ruine rise To a Monarchall Throane Tul. We haue our longing My fathers death giues me a second life Match better thē the first my birth was seruitud But this new breath of reigne is large and free Welcome my second life of Soueraintie Lucr. I haue a Daughter but I hope of mettle Subiect to better temperature should my Lucrece Be of this pride thefe handes should sacrifice Her blood vnto the Gods that dwell belowe The abortiue brat should not out liue my spleene But Lucrece is my Daughter this my Queene Tul. Teare off the crowne that yet empales the Temples Of our vsurping Father quickly Lords And in the face of his yet bleeding woundes Le ts vs receiue our honours Tar. The same breath Giues our state life that was the Vsurpers death Tul. Heere then by heauens hand we inuest our selues Musique whose loftiest tunes grace Princes crownde Vnto our Noble coronation sound Florish Enter Valerius with Heratio and Sceuola Tarq. Whome doth Valerius to our state present Val. Two valiant Romans this Horatius Cocles This Gent. cal'd Mutius Sceuola Who whilst King Seruius wore the Diadem Vp held his sway and Prince-dome by their loues But he being falne since all the Peeres of Rome Applaud King Tarquin in his soueraintie They with like suffrage greet your coronation Hor. This hand alyde vnto the Roman Crowne Whome neuer feare deiected or cast low Laies his victorious sword at Tarquins feete And prostrates with his sword allegiance King Seruius life we lou'd but he expirde Great Tarquins life is in our hearts desirde Sex Why whilst he rules with Iustice and integritie Shall with our dreadles hands our hearts commaund Euen with the best imployment of our liues Since fortune lifts thee we submit to fate Our selues are vassailes to the Roman state Taro. Your roomes were emptie in our traine of friendes Which we reioyce to see so wel supplyde Receiue our grace liue in our clement fauours In whose submission our young glorie growes To his ripe height fall in our friendly traine And strengthen with your loues our Infant raigne Hor. We liue for Tarquin Sex And to thee alone whilst Iustice keepes thy Sword thou thy Throane Tar. Then are you ours and now conduct vs streight In triumph through the populous streetes of Rome To the Kings Pallace our maiesticke seate Your hearts though freely profferd we entreate Sennat as they march Tullia treades on her father and staies Tullia What block is
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