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The vvonder of vvomen or The tragedie of Sophonisba as it hath beene sundry times acted at the Blacke Friers. Written by Iohn Marston.
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Marston, John, 1575?-1634.
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1606
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STC 17488; ESTC S112294
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cease Nothing in Nature is vnseruisable No not euen Inutility it selse Is then for nought dishonesty in beeing And if it be sometimes of forced vse Wherein more vrgent then in sauing nations State shapes are sodderd vp with base nay faulty Yet necessary functions some must lie Some must betray some murder and some all Each hath strong vse as poyson in all purges Yet when some violent chance shall force a state To breake giuen faith or plot some stratagems Princes ascribe that vile necessity Vnto Heauens wrath and sure tho 't be no vice Yet t' is bad chance states must not stick to nice For Massinissas death sence bids forgiue Beware to offend greate men and let them liue For t is of empires body the mayne arme He that will do no good shall doe no harme yow haue my mind Gel. Although a stagelike passion weake heate Full of an empty wording might sute age Know I le speake strongly truth Lordes neere mistrust That he who 'le not betray a priuate man For his country will neer betray his country For priuate men then giue Gelosso faith If treachery in state be seruiceable Let hangmen doe it I am bound to loose My life but not my honour for my country Our vow our faith our oath why th' are our selues And he that 's faithlesse to his proper selfe May be excusd if he breake faith with princes The Gods assist just hearts states that trust Plots before Prouidence are tost like dust For Massinissa O let me slake a little Austere discourse and feele Humanitie Me thinkes I heare him cry O fight for Carthage Charge home wounds smart not for that so just so great So good a Citty me thinks I see him yet Leaue his faire bride euen on his nuptiall night To buckle on his armes for Carthage Harke Yet yet I heare him cry Ingratitude Vile staine of man O ouer be most far From Massinissas breast vp march amaine Fame got with losse of breath is godlike gaine And see by this he bleedes in doubtfull fight And cries for Carthage whilst Carthage Memory Forsake Gelosso would I could not think Nor heare nor bee When Carthage is So infinitely vile see see looke here Cornets Enter two Vshers Sophonisba Zanthia Arcathia Hanno Bytheas and Carthalo present Sophonisba with a paper which shee hauing perused after a short silence speakes Who speakes what mute fair plot what blush to breake it How lewd to act when so sham'd but to speake it So. Is this the Senates firme decrees Car. It is Sopho. Is this the Senates firme decree Car. It is Sopho. Hath Syphax entertaind the stratagem Car. No doubt he hath or will So. My answers thus What 's safe to Carthage shall be sweet to me Car. Right worthy Ha. Roialest Ge O very woman So. But t is not safe for Carthage to destroy Be most vniust cunninglie politique Your heads still vnder Heauen O trust to fate Gods prosper more a iust then crafty state T is lesse disgrace to haue a pitied losse Then shamefull victory Ge. O very Angel So. We all haue sworne good Massinissa faith Speach makes vs men and ther 's no other bond Twixt man and man but words O equall Gods Make vs once know the consequence of vowes Ge. And wee shall hate faith-breakers worse then man-eaters So. Ha! good Gelosso is thy breath not here Ge. You doe me wrong as long as I can die Doubt you that old Gelasso can be vile States may afflict tax torture but our mindes Are ōly sworne to Ioue I greiue and yet am proud That I alone am honest high powers you know Virtue is seldom seene with troupes to goe So. Excellent man Carthage Rome shall fall Before thy fame our Lords know I the worst Car. The Gods foresaw t is fate we thus are forc'd So. Gods naught foresee but see for to their eyes Naught is to come or past Nor are you vile Because the Gods foresee for Gods and We See as thinges are things are not for we see But since affected wisdom in vs Women Is our sex highest folly I am silent I cannot speake lesse well vnlesse I were More void of goodnesse Lordes of Carthage thus The ayre and earth of Carthage owes my body It is their seruant what decree they of it Car. That you remoue to Cirta to the pallace Of well form'd Syphax who with longing eyes Meetes you he that giues way to Fate is wise So. I goe what power can make me wretched what euill Is there in life to him that knowes lifes losse To be no euill show show thy vgliest brow O most blacke chaunce make me a wretched story Without misfortune Vertue hath no glorie Opposed trees makes tempests show their power And waues forc'd back by rocks maks Neptune tower Tearelesse O see a miracle of life A maide a widdow yet a haplesse wife Cornets Sopho. accompanied with the Senators depart onely Gelosso staies Ge. A prodegy let nature run crosse legd Ops goe vpon thy head let Neptune burne Cold Saturne cracke with heate for now the world Hath seene a Woman Leape nimble lightning from Ioues ample shield And make at length an end the proud hot breath Of thee contemning Greatnesse the huge drought Of sole selfe louing vast Ambition Th' vnnaturall scorching heate of all those lamps Thou reard'st to yeeld a temperate fruitfull heat Relentlesse rage whose hart hath no one drop Of humane pittie all all loudly cry Thy brand O Ioue for know the world is dry O let A generall end saue Carthage fame When worlds doe burne vnseen 's a Citties flame Phoebus in me is great Carthage must fall Ioue hats all vice but vows breach worst of all Exit Scena Secunda Cornets sound a charge Enter Massinissa in his gorget and shert shield sword his arme transfixt with a dart Iugurth followes with his curaes and caske Mas. Mount vs againe giue vs another horse Iug. Vncle your bloud flows fast pray ye withdraw Mas. O Iugurth I cannot bleed too fast too much For that so great so iust so royall Carthage My wound smarts not blouds losse maks me not faint For that lou'de Citty O Nephew let me tell thee How good that Carthage is it nourishde me And when full time gaue me fit strength for loue The most adored creature of the citty To vs before great Syphax did they yeeld Faire noble modest and boue all my My Sophonisba O Iugurth my strength doubles I know not how to turne a coward drop In feeble basenes I cannot giue me horse Know I am Carthage very creature and I am gracde That I may bleed for them giue me fresh horse Iug. He that doth publike good for multitude Findes few are truely gratefull Mas. O Iugurth fie you must not say so Iugurth Some common weales may let a noble hart Too forward bleeds abroad and bleed bemond But not reuengd at home but Carthage fie It cannot be vngrate faithles through feare It cannot Iugurth Sophonisba's