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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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within the Canopy as to Sophonisbas bed Actus Quarti FINIS Actus Quinti Scena Prima A Base Lute and a Treble Violl play for the Act. Syphax drawes the curtaines and discouers Erichtho lying with him Eri. Ha ha ha Se. Light light Eri. Ha ha Sy. Thou rotten scum of Hell O my abhorred heat O loath'd delusion They leape out of the bed Syphax takes him to his sword Eri. Why foole of kings could thy weake soule imagin That t' is within the graspe of Heauen or Hell To inforce loue why know Loue doates the Fates Ioue groanes beneath his waight more ignorant thing Know we Erichtho with a thirsty womb Haue coueted full threescore Suns for bloud of kings We that can make inraged Neptune tosse His huge curld lockes without one breath of wind We that can make Heauen slide from Atlas shoulder We in the pride and haight of couetous lust Haue wisht with wo mans gredines to fill Our longing armes with Syphax well strong lims And dost thou think if Philters or Hels charmes Could haue inforc'd thy vse we would hau' damn'd Braine sleightes no no Now are we full Of our deare wishes thy proud heat well wasted Hath made our lims grow young our loue farwell Know he that would force loue thus seekes his Hell Erichtho slips into the ground as Syphax offers his sword to hir Sy. Can we yet breath is any plagued like me Are we le ts thinke O now contempt my hate To the thy thunder sulphure and scorn'd name He whose life 's loath'd and he who breathes to curse His very being let him thus with me Syphax kneeles at the Aultar Fall fore an Aultar sacred to black powers And thus dare Heauens O thou whose blasting flames Hurle barren droughes vpon the patient earth And thou gay God of riddles and strange tales Hot-brained Phebus all adde if you can Something vnto my misery if ought Of plagues lurk in your deepe trench'd browes Which yet I know not let them fall like boltes Which wrathfull Ioue driues strong in into o my bosom If any chance of war or newes ill voyc'd Mischeife vnthought of lurke come gift vs all Heape curse on curse we can no lower fall Out of the Aultar the ghost of Asdruball ariseth Asd. Lower lower Sy. What damn'd ayre is form'd Into that shape speake speake we cannot quake Our flesh knowes not ignoble tremblinges speake We dare thy terror me thinkes Hell and fate Should dread a soule with woes made desperate As. Know me the spirit of great Asdruball Father to Sophonisba whose bad heart Made justly most vnfortunate for know I turn'd vnfaithfull after which the feeld Chanc'd to our losse when of thy men there fell 6000 soules next fight of Lybeans ten After which losse we vnto Carthage flying Th' inraged people cride their army fell Through my base treason straight my reuengefull fury Makes them persue me I with resolute hast Made to the graue of all our Auncestors Where poyson'd hop'd my bones should haue long rest But see the violent multitude arriues Teare downe our monument and mee now dead Deny a graue hurle vs among the rockes To stanch beasts hunger therefore thus vngrau'd I seeke slow rest now doest thou know more woes And more must feele Mortals O feare to sleight Your Gods and vowes Ioues arme is of dread might Sy. Yet speake shall I orecome approaching foes As. Spirits of wrath know nothing but their woes Exit Enter Nuntius Nuu. My liedge my liedge the scouts of Cirta bring intelligēce Of suddaine danger full ten thousand horse Fresh and well rid strong Massinissa leades As wings to Roman legions that march swift Led by that man of conquest Scipio Sy. Scipio Nu. Direct to Cirta A march far off is heard Harke their march is heard euen to the cittye Sy. Helpe our guard my armes bid all our leaders march Beate thicke allarms I haue seene things which thou Wouldst quake to heare Boldnes and strength the shame of slaues bee feare Vp heart hold sword though waues roule thee on shelfe Though fortune leaue thee leaue not thou thy selfe Exit arming Scena Secunda Enter 2. Pages with targets Iauelins Lelius Iugurth with holberds Scipio Massinissa armed Cornets sounding a march Sc. Stand Ma. Giue the word stand So. Part the fyle Ma. giue way Scipio by thy great name but greater vertue By our eternall loue giue me the chance Of this dayes battle Let not thy enuied fame Vouchsafe t' appose the Roman legions Against one weakened Prince of Lybea This quarrels mine mine bee the stroke of fight Let vs and Syphax hurle our well forcd dartes Each vnto others breast O what should I say Thou beyonde epithete thou whom proude Lords of fortune May euen enuye alas my ioyes so vaste Makes me seeme lost let vs thunder and lightning Strike from our braue armes looke looke sease that hill Harke he comes neare From thence discerne vs strike Fyer worth Ioue mount vp and not repute Mee very proud tho wondrous resolute My cause my cause is my bold hartning ods That seuen fold shield just armes should fright the Gods Sci. Thy words are full of honour take thy fate Mas. Which wee do scorne to feare to Scipio state Worthy his heart Now let the forced brasse Sound on Cornets sound a march Scipio leades his traine vp to the mount Iugurth claspe sure our caske Arme vs with care and Iugurth if I fall Through this dayes malice or our fathers sinnes If it in thy sword lye breake vp my breast And saue my heart that neuer fell nor 's adue To ought but Ioue and Sophonisba Sound Sterne hartners vnto woundes and blood sound loude For wee haue named Sophonisba Cornets a florish Cornets a march far of So Harke harke hee comes stand bloud now multiply Force more then fury sound high sound high wee strike For Sophonisba Enter Syphax armd his pages with shields darts before Cornets sounding marches Sy. For Sophonisba Ma. Syphax Sy. Massinissa Ma. Be twixt vs too Let single fight try all Sy Well vrgd Ma. Well graunted Of you my stars as I am worthy you I implore aide and O if angels waite Vpon good harts my Genius bee as strong As I am iust Sy. Kinges glory is their wrong Hee that may onely do iust act's a slaue My Gods my arme my life my heauen my graue To mee all end Ma. Giue day Gods life and death To him that onely feares blaspheming breath For Sophonisba Sy. For Sophonisba Cornets sound a charge Massinissa Syphax combate Syphax falles Massinissa vnclasps Syphax caske as reddy to kil him speakes Syphax Sy. Vnto thy fortune not to thee wee yeeld Ma. Liues Sophonisba yet vnstaind speake iust Yet ours vnforcd Sy Let my heart fall more low Then is my body if onely to thy glory She liues not yet all thine Ma. Rise rise cease strife Heare a most deepe reuenge from vs take life Cornets sounded a march Scipio Lelius Enter
Scipio passeth to his thron Massinissa presēts Syphax to Scipios feet Cornets sounding a florish To you all power of strength and next to thee Thou spirit of triumph borne for victory I heaue these handes March wee to Cirta straight My Sophonisba with swift hast to winne In honor in loue all meane is sinne Ex. Ma. Iug Sc. As we are Romes great Generall thus wee press Thy Captiue neck but as still Scipio And sensible of iust humanitie We weepe thy bondage speake thou ill chanc'd man What spirit tooke thee when thou wert our friend Thy right hand giuen both to Gods and vs With such most passionate vowes and solemne faith Thou fledst with such most foule disloyalty To now weak Carthage strēgthning their bad arms Who lately scornd thee with all lothd abuse Who neuer intertaine for loue but vse Sy. Scipio my fortune is captiud not I Therefore I le speake bold truth nor once mistrust What I shall say for now beeing wholy yours I must not faine Sophomsba t' was shee T' was Sophonisba that solicited My forc'd reuolt t' was hir resistles sute Hir loue to hir deare Carthage 'tic'd mee breake All faith with men t' was shee made Syphax false Shee that lou's Carthage with such violence And hath such mouing graces to allure That shee will turne a man that once hath sworne Himselfe on 's fathers bones hir Carthage foe To bee that citties Champion and high friend Hir Himeneall torch burnt downe my house Then was I captiud when hir wanton armes There mouing claspt about my neck O charmes Able to turne euen fate but this in my true griefe Is some iust ioy that my loue sotted foe Shall sease that plague that Massinissas breast Hir handes shall arme and that ere long you le try Shee can force him your foe as well as I Sci. Lelius Lelius take a choice troupe of horse And spur to Cirta To Massinissa thus Syphax pallace crowne spoile citties sack Be free to him but if our new laughd friend Possesse that woman of so mouing art Charge him with no lesse waight then his deare vow Our loue all faith that hee resigne her thee As hee shall aunswere Rome will him giue vp A Roman prisoner to the Senates doome Shee is a Carthaginian now our lawes VVise men preuent not actions but euer cause Sy. Good malice so as liberty so deere Proue my reuenge what I cannot possesse Another shall not that 's some happines Exeunt the Cornets flourishing Scena tertia The Cornets afar off sounding a charge A Souldier wounded at one dore Enters at the other Sophonisba two Pages before her with lightes two women bearing vppe her traine Sol. Princes O flie Syphax hath lost the day And captiu'de lies the Roman Legeons Haue seisde the towne and with inueterate hate Make slaues or murder all Fier and steele Fury and night hold all faire Queene O flie We bleede for Carthage all of Carthage die Exit The Cornets sounding a March Enter Pages with iauelings and Targets Massinissa and Iugurth Massinissas beauer shut Ma. March to the Pallace So What ere man thou art Of Libea thy faire armes speake giue hart To amazde weakenes heare her that for long time Hath seene no wished light Sophonisba A name for misery much knowne t is she Intreates of thy gracd sword this onely boone Let me not kneele to Rome for though no cause Of mine deserues their hate though Massinissa Be ours to hart yet Roman Generals Make proud their triumphs with what euer captiues O t is a Nation which from soule I feare As one well knowing the much grounded hate They beare to Asdrubal and Carthage bloud Therefore with teares that wash thy feet with hands Vnusde to beg I claspe thy manlie knees O saue me from their fetters and contempt Their proud insultes and more then insolence Or if it rest not in thy grace of breath To grant such freedome giue me long wishd death For t is not much loathde life that now we craue Onely an vnshamd death and silent graue We will now daine to bend for Ma. Rarity Mas. disarmes his head By thee and this right hand thou shalt liue free So. We cannot now be wretched Ma. Stay the sword Let slaughter cease Soundes soft as Ledas breast Soft Musique Slide through all eares this night be loues high feast So. O're whelme me not with sweetes let me not drinke Till my breast burst O loue thy Nectar thinke She sinkes into Massi armes Ma. She is orecome with ioy So. Helpe helpe to beare Some happinesse yee powers I haue ioy to spare Inough to make a God O Massinissa Ma. Peace A silent thinking makes full ioyes increase Enter Lelius Le. Massinissa Ma. Lelius Le. Thine eare Ma. Stand off Le. From Scipio thus by thy late vow of faith And mutuall league of endles amity As thou respects his vertue or Romes force Deliuer Sophonisba to our hand Ma. Sophonisba Le. Sophonisba So. My Lord Lookes pale and from his halfe burst eyes a flame Of deepe disquiet breakes the Gods turne false My sad presage Ma. Sophonisba Le. Euen she Ma. Shee kilde not Scipios father nor his vnkle Great Cneius Le. Carthage did Mas. to her what 's Carthage Le. Know t was her father Asdrubal strooke off His fathers head giue place to faith and fate Ma. T is crosse to honor Le. But t is iust to state So speaketh Scipio doe not thou detaine A Roman prisoner due to this great triumph As thou shalt answere Rome and him Ma. Lelius We now are in Romes power Lelius View Massinissa do a loathed act Most sinking from that state his hart did keepe Looke Lelius looke see Massinissa weepe Know I haue made a vow more deere to me Then my soules endles being she shall rest Free from Romes bondage Le. But dost thou forget Thy vow yet fresh thus breathd When I desist To be commaunded by thy vertue Scipio Or fall from friend of Rome Reuenging Gods Afflict me with your torture Ma. Lelius enough Salute the Roman tell him wee will act What shall amaze him Le. Wilt thou yeeld her then Ma. Shee shall ariue there straight Le. Best fate of men To thee Ma. and Scipio Haue I liude O Heauens To be inforcedly perfidious So. What vniust griefe afflicts my worthy Lord Ma Thanke me yee Gods with much beholdingnes For marke I doe not curse you So. Tell mee sweet The cause of thy much anguish Ma. Ha the cause Lett 's see wreath backe thine armes bend down thy necke Practise base Praiers make fit thy selfe for bondage So. Bondage Ma. Bondage Roman bondage So. No No Ma. How then haue I vowde well to Scipio So. How then to Sophonisba Ma. Right which way Runne mad impossible distraction So. Deere Lord thy patience let it maze all power And list to her in whose sole heart it rests To keepe thy faith vpright Ma. Wilt thou be slau'd So. No free Ma. How then keepe I my faith So. My death