You part the head and bodie both in twaine I know that Carbo longs to know the cause And shall thy bodie for the rauens thy head for daws Carbo O matchles ruler of our Capitoll Behold poore Rome with graue and piteous eie Ful-fild with wrong and wretched tyrannie Exit Carbo cum militibus Enter Scipio and Norbanus Publius Lentulus Seill: Tut the proud mans praier wil neuer pierce the skie But whether presse these mincing Senators Norbanus VVe presse with praiers we come with mournful teares Intreating Scilla by those holy bands That linkes faire Iuno with her thundring Ioue Euen by the bounds of hospitalitie To pitie Rome afflicted through thy wrath Thy souldiers Scilla murder innocents O whither will thy lawles fury stretch If little ruth ensue thy countries harmes Scilla Gay words Narbonus full of eloquence Accompanied with action and conceipt But I must teach thee iudgement therewithall Dar'st thou approch my presence that hast borne Thine armes inspight of Scilla and his frends I tell thee foolish man thy iudgement wanted In this presumptuous purpose that is past And loytering scholler since you faile in art I le learne you iudgement shortly to your smart Dispatch him souldiers I must see him die And you Carinna Carbos ancient frend Shall follow straight your heedles Generall And Scipio were it not I loud thee well Thou shouldst accompanie these slaues to hell But get you gone and if you loue your selfe Exit Scipio Carinna Pardon me Scilla pardon gentle Scilla Scilla Sirrha this gentle name was coynd too late And shadowed in the shrowds of byting hate Dispatch why so good fortune to my frends As for my foes euen such shall be their ends Conueigh them hence Metellus gentle Metellus Fetch me Sertorius from Iberia In dooing so thou standest me in stead For sore I long to see the traitors head Metell: I goe confirmd to conquer him by sword or in th' exployt to hazard life and all Scilla Now Pompey let me see those Senators Are dangerous stops of our pretended state And must be curtald least they grow too proud I doo proscribe iust fortie Senators Which shal be leaders in my tragedie And for our Gentlemen are ouer proud Of them a thousand and sixe hundreth die A goodlie armie meete to conquere hell Souldiers performe the course of my decree Their friends my foes their foes shal be my friends Go sell their goods by trumpet at your wills Meane while Pompey shall see and Rome shall rue The miseries that shortly shall ensue Exit Alarum skirmish a retreat enter young Marius vppon the walles of Preneste with some souldiers all in blacke and wonderfull mellancoly Marius Oh endles course of needy mans auaile VVhat sillie thoughts what simple pollicies makes man presume vpon this traiterous life Haue I not seene the depth of sorrow once And then againe haue kist the Queene of chaunce Oh Marius thou Tillitius and thy frends Hast seene thy foe discomfetted in fight But now the starres haue formde my finall harmes My father Marius lately dead in Rome My foe with honour doth triumph in Rome My freends are dead and banished from Rome I Marius father freends more blest then thee They dead I liue I thralled they are free Here in Preneste am I cooped vp Amongst a troope of hunger starued men Set to preuent false Scillaes fierce approach But now exempted both of life and all VVell Fortune since thy fleeting change hath cast Pore Marius from his hopes and true desiers My resolution shall exceed thy power Thy coloured wings steeped in purple blood Thy blinding wreath distainde in purple blood Thy royall Robes washt in my purple blood Shall witnes to the world thy thirst of blood And when the tyrant Scilla shal expect To see the sonne of Marius stoope for feare Then then Oh then my minde shal well appeare That scorne my life and hold mine honour deare Alarum a retreat Harke how these murtherous Romaine viperlike Seeke to betray their fellow Citizens Oh wretched world from whence with speedie slight True loue true zeale true honour late is fled Sould: VVhat makes my Lord so carelesse and secure To leaue the breach and here lament alone Mar Not feare my frend for I could neuer flie But studdy how with honor for to die I pray thee cal the cheefest Citizens I must aduise them in a waightie cause Here shal they meete me and vntill they come I wil goe view the danger of the breach Exit Marius and the souldiers Enter with drum and souldiers Lucretius with other Romanes as Tuditanus c. Lucretius Say Tuditanus didst thou euer see So desperate defence as this hath been Tudit: As in Numidia Tygers wanting food Or as in Libia Lions full of yre So fare these Romanes on Preneste wals Lucret: Their valure Tuditanus and resist The man like fight of yonger Marius Makes me amazd to see their miseries And pitie them although they be my foes VVhat said I foes O Rome with ruth I see Thy state consumde through folly and dissention VVell sound a parle I will see if words Can make them yeeld which will not flie for strokes Sound a parle Marius vpon the wals with the Citizens Marius What seeks this Romane warrior at our hands Lucr: That seekes he Marius that he wisheth thee An humble hart and then a happie peace Thou seest thy fortunes are deprest and downe Thy vittels spent thy souldiers weake with want The breach laid open readie to assault Now since thy meanes and maintenance are done Yeeld Marius yeeld Prenestians be aduisde Lucretius is aduisde to fauor you I pre thee Marius marke my last aduice Relent in time let Scilla be thy frend So thou in Rome maist lead a happie life And those with thee shall pray for Marius still Mar Lucretius I consider on thy words Stay there a while thou shalt haue answere straight Lucretius Apollo grant that my perswasions may Preserue these Romane souldiers from the sword Marius My frends and citizens of Preneste towne You see the wayward working of our starres Our harts confirmd to fight our victuals spent If we submit it s Scilla must remit A tyrant traitor enemie to Rome Whose hart is guarded still with bloodie thoughts These flattring vowes Lucretius here auowes Are pleasing words to colour poysoned thoughts What will you liue with shame or die with fame 1 Cit: A famous death my Lord delights vs most 2 Cit: We of thy faction Marius are resolud To follow thee in life and death together Marius VVords full of worth beseeming noble mindes The verie Balsamum to mend my woes Oh countrimen you see Campania spoild A tyrant threatning mutinies in Rome A world dispoyld of vertue faith and trust If then no peace no libertie no faith Conclude with me and let it be no life Liue not to see your tender infants slaine These stately towers made leuell with the land This bodie mangled by our enemies sword But full resolud to doo as Marius doth Vnsheath
wanes when winter draweth nie I these are true and most assured notes Inconstant chance such tickle turnes hath left As who so feares no fall must seeke content Flaceus VVhilst grauer thoughts of honor shuld allure thee VVhat maketh scilla muse and mutter thus scilla I that haue past amidst the mightie troopes Of armed legions through a world of warre Doo now bethinke me Flaccus on my chance How I alone where manie men were slaine In spite of Fate am come to Rome againe And so I wield the reuerend stiles of state Yea Scilla with a becke could breake thy necke VVhat Lord of Rome hath dared as much as I Yet Flaccus knowst thou not that I must die The laboring sisters on the weary Loombs Haue drawne my webb of life at length I know And men of witt must thinke vpon their tombes For beasts witt careles steps to Lethe Where men whose thoughts and honors clime on hie Liuing with fame must learne with fame to die Pomp: What le ts my Lord in gouerning this state To liue in rest and die with honor too Scilla What lets me Pompey why my curteous frend Can he remaine secure that weilds a charge Or thinke of wit when flattrers doo commend Or be aduisde that careles runs at large No Pompey honnie words makes foolish mindes And powre the greatest wit with error blindes Flaccus I murdred Anthonie thy frend Romanes some here haue lost at my commaund Their Fathers Mothers Brothers and Allies And thinke you Scilla thinking these misdeeds Be thinks not on your grudges and mislike Yes Countrimen I beare them still in minde Then Pompey were I not a silly man To leaue my Rule and trust these Romans than Pompey Your Grace hath small occasions of mistrust Nor seeke these Citizens for your disclaime scilla But Pompey now these reaching plumes of pride That mounted vp my fortunes to the Clowds By graue conceits shall straight be laid aside And scilla thinks of farre more simple shrowds For hauing tride occasion in the throne I le see if she dare frowne when state is gone Loe senators the man that sate aloft Now deignes to giue inferiors highest place Loe here the man whom Rome repined oft A priuate man content to brooke disgrace Romanes loe here the axes rods and all I le master fortune least she make me thrall Now who so list accuse me tell my wrongs Vpbraid me in the presence of this state Is none these iolly Citizens among That will accuse or say I am ingrate Then will I say and boldly boast my chaunces That nought may force the man whom Fate aduances Flaccus what meaneth scilla in this sullen moode To leaue his titles on the sodaine thus scilla Consull I meane with calme and quiet mind To passe my daies while happy death I finde Pomp: What greater wrong than leaue thy countrey so scilla Both it and life must scilla leaue in time Cit: Yet during life haue care of Rome and vs scilla O wanton world that flatterst in thy prime And breathest balme and poyson mixt in one See how these wauering Romaines wisht my raigne That whylom I om sought and sought to haue me slaine My Countrymen this Cittie wants no store Of Fathers warriors to supplie my roome So grant me peace and I will die for Rome Enter two Burgers to them Poppey and Curtall Curtall These are verie indiscreet counsailes neighbor Poppey and I will follow your misaduisement Poppey I tell you goodman Curtall the wenche hath wrong oh vaine world oh foolish men could a man in nature cast a wench downe and disdaine in nature to lift hir vp again could he take away sir dishonestie without bouncing vp the banes of matrimonie oh learned Poet wel didst thou write Fustian verse These maides are dawes that goe to the lawes and a babe in the belly Cur: Tut man t is the way the world must follow for maides must be kinde good husbands to finde Poppey But marke the fierce if they swell before it will grieue them sore but see yonde 's Master scilla faith a prettie fellow is a. Scilla what seekes my countrymen what would my freendes Curt: Nay sir your kinde words shall not serue the turne why thinke you to thrust your souldiers into our kindred with your curtesies sir Poppey I tel you Master scilla my neighbour wil haue the Law he had the right he wil haue the wrong for therein dwels the Law Consull what desires these men of Rome Cur: Neighbour sharpen the edge tole of your wits vpon the whetstone of indiscretion that your wordes may shaue like the rasers of Palermo you haue learning with ignorance therefore speake my tale Popp: Then worshipfull Master Scilla be it knowne vnto you that my neighbors daughter Doritie was a maid of restoritie faire fresh and fine as a merrie cup of wine Her eies like two potcht egges great and goodly her legs but marke my dolefull dittie alas for woe and pittie a souldier of yours vpon a bed of flowers gaue her such a fall as she lost maidenhead and all And thus in verie good time I end my rudefull time Scilla And what of this my frend why seeke you mee Who haue resignd my titles and my state To liue a priuate life as you doo now Goe moue the Consull Flaccus in this cause VVho now hath power to execute the lawes Curtall And are you no more Master dix cator nor Generalitie of the souldiers Scilla My powers doo cease my titles are resignd Curtall Haue you signd your titles O base minde that being in the powles steeple of honor hast cast thy selfe into the sinke of simplicitie Fie beast were I a king I would day by day sucke vp white bread and milke and go a ietting in a iacket of silke my meat shou'd be the curds my drinke should be the whey and I wold haue a mincing lasse to loue me euerie day Poppey Nay goodman Curtall your discretions are verie simple let me cramp him with a reason Sirrha whether is better good ale or small beere Alas see his implicitie that cannot answere me why I say ale Curtall And so say I neighbor Poppey Thou hast reason ergo say I t is better be a King than a clowne Faith master Scilla I hope a man maye now call ye knaue by authoritie Scilla VVith what impatience heare I these vpbraides That whilome plagude the least offence with death Oh Scilla these are stales of desteny By some vpbraids to try thy constancie My friends these scornes of yours perhaps will moue The next Dictator shun to yeeld his state For feare he finde as much as Scilla doth But Flaccus to preuent their further wrong Vouchsafe some Lictor may attach the man And doo them right that thus complaine abuse Flaccus Sirrha goe you and bring the souldier That hath so loosly leant to lawles lust VVe will haue meanes sufficient be assurd To coole his heate and make the wanton chast Curtall We thanke your mastership come
neighbour let vs iog faith this newes will set my daughter Dorothie a gog Exeunt cum Lictore Scilla Graue Senators and Romanes now you see The humble bent of Scillas changed minde Now will I leaue you Lords from courtly traine To dwel content amidst my country caue VVhere no ambitious humors shall approch The quiet silence of my happy sleepe Where no delicious Iouisance or toyes Shall tickle with delight my tempered eares But wearying out the lingering day with toile Tyring my veines and furrowing of my soule The silent night with slumber stealing on Shall locke these carefull closets of mine eies Oh had I knowne the height of happines Or bent mine eies vpon my mother earth Long since O Rome had Scilla with reioyce Forsaken armes to leade a priuate life Flaccus But in this humblenes of minde my Lord VVhereas experience prooude and Art doo meete How happy were these faire Italian fields If they were graced with so sweete a sunne Then I for Rome and Rome with me requires That Scilla will abide and gouerne Rome Scilla O Flaccus if th' Arabian Phoenix striue By natures warning to renue her kinde VVhen soaring nie the glorious eye of heauen Shee from her cinders doth reuiue her sexe VVhy should not Scilla learne by her to die That earst haue beene the Phoenix of this land And drawing neere the sunne-shine of content Perish obscure to make your glories growe For as the higher trees do shield the shrubs From posting Phlegons warmth and breathing fire So mighty men obscure each others fame And make the best deseruers fortunes game Enter Genius But ah what sodaine furies doo affright VVhat apparitious fantasies are these Oh let me rest sweete Lords for why me thinks Some fatall spells are sounded in mine eares Genius Subsequitur tua â—ors priuari lumine Scillam Numina Parcarum iam fera precipiunt Precipiunt fera iam Parcarum numina Scillam Lumine priuari mors tua subsequitur Elysium petis ô foelix fatidici astri Praescius Heroas ô petis innumeros Innumeros petis ô Heroas praescius astri Fatidici foelix ô petis Elisium Euanescit subitò Scilla Ergóne post dulces annos properantia fata Ergóne iam tenebrae pramia lucis erunt Attamen vt vitae fortunam gloria mortis Vincat in extremo funere cantet olor Pom: How fares my Lord what dreadful thoughts are these VVhat doubtfull answeres on a sodaine thus Scilla Pompey the man that made the world to stoope And fettered fortune in the chaines of powre Must droope and draw the Chariot of Fate Along the darksome bankes of Acheron The heauens haue warnd me of my present fall Oh call Cornelia forth let Scilla see His daughter Fuluia ere his eyes be shut Exit one for Cornelia Flaccus VVhy Scilla where is now thy wonted hope In greatest hazard of vnstaied chance VVhat shall a little biting blast of paine Blemish the blossomes of thy wonted pride Scilla My Flaccus worldly ioyes and pleasures fade In constant time like to the fleeting tide VVith endles course mans hopes doth ouer-beare Nought now remaines that Scilla faine would haue But lasting fame when bodie lies in graue Enter Cornelia Fuluia Cornelia How fares my Lord how doth my gentle Scilla Scilla Ah my Cornelia passing happie now Free from the world allied vnto the heauens Not curious of incertaine chaunces now Cornelia VVords full of woe still adding to my griefe A curelesse crosse of many hundreth harmes Oh let not Rome and poore Cornelia loose The one hir frend the other her delight scilla Cornelia man hath power by some instinct And gracious reuolution of the starres To conquer kingdomes not to master fate For when the course of mortall life is runne Then Clotho ends the web hir sister spun Pompey Lord Flaccus fellow senators In that I feele the faintfull deawes of death steeping mine eies within their chilly wet The care I haue of wife and daughter both Must on your wisedomes happily relie VVith equall distribution see you part My lands and goods betwixt these louely twaine Onely bestow a hundred thousand Sestercies Vpon my friends and fellow souldiers Thus hauing made my finall testament Come Fuluia let thy father lay his hand Vpon thy louely bosome and intreat A vertuous boone and fauour at thy hands Faire Romane maide see that thou wed thy faires To modest vertuous and delightfull thoughts Let Rome in viewing thee behold thy sire Honour Cornelia from whose fruitfull woombe Thy plenteous beauties sweetly did appeare And with this Lesson louely maide farewell Fuluia oh tedious and vnhappy chance for me scilla Content thee Fuluia for it needes must bee Cornelia I must leaue thee to the world And by those loues that I haue lent thee oft In mutuall wedlocke rytes and happie warre Remember Scilla in my Fuluia stil Consull farewell my Pompey I must hence And farewel Rome and Fortune now I blesse thee That both in life and death wouldst not oppresse mee dies Cornelia oh hideous stormes of neuer danted fate Now are those eyes whose sweet reflections coold The smothered rancors of rebellious thoughts Clad with the sable mantles of the night And like the tree that robd of sunne and showres Mournes desolate withouten leafe or sap so poore Cornelia late bereft of loue Sits sighing haples ioyles and forlorne Fuluia Gone is the flower that did adorne our fields Fled are those sweete reflections of delight Dead is my Father Fuluia dead is hee In whom thy life for whom thy death must bee Flaccus Ladies to tyre the time in restles mone VVere tedious vnto frends and nature too Sufficeth you that Scilla so is dead As fame shall sing his power though life be fled Pompey Then to conclude his happines my Lords Determine where shall be his Funerall Lepidus Euen there where other Nobles are interd Pompey VVhy Lepidus what Romane euer was That merited so high a name as hee Then why with simple pompe and funerall VVould you intombe so rare a paragon Corn: An vrne of gold shall hem his ashes in The Vestall virgins with their holy notes Shall sing his famous though too fatall death I and my Fuluia with dispersed haire VVill waight vpon this noble Romanes hearse Fuluia And Fuluia clad in blacke mournfull pale VVill waight vpon her fathers funerall Pomp: Come beare we hence this trophee of renowne VVhose life whose death was farre from fortunes frowne Exeunt omnes The Funeralls of Scilla in great pompe Deo iuuante nil nocet liuor malus Et non iuuante nil iuuat labor grauis FINIS
possessions bide what care can tutch Marius These stales of fortune are the common plagues That still mislead the thoughts of simple men The shepheard swaine that midst his country cote Deludes his broken slumbers by his toyle Thinkes Lordship sweete where care with lordship dwelt The trustfull man that builds on trothles vowes VVhose simple thoughts are crost with scornfull nayes Together weepes the losse of welth and frend So Lordship frends welth spring and perish fast VVhere death alone yeelds happie life at last O gentle gouernor of my contents Thou sacred chieftaine of our Capitoll VVho in thy christall orbes with glorious gleames Lendst lookes of pitie mixt with maiestie See wofull Marius carefull for his sonne Carelesse of lordship welth or worldly meanes Content to liue yet liuing still to die VVhose nerues and veynes whose sinewes by the sword Must loose their workings through distempering stroake But yet whose minde in spight of fate and all Shall liue by fame although the bodie fall Iail: VVhy mourneth Marius this recurelesse chance Mar I pre thee Iailer wouldst thou gladly die Iail: If needes I would Mar Yet were you loath to trie Iail: VVhy noble Lord when goods frends fortune faile VVhat more than death might wofull man auaile Mar VVho calls for death my frend for all his scornes VVith Aesops slaue will leaue his bush of thornes But since these traitrous Lords will haue my head Their Lordships here vpon this homely bed Shall finde me sleeping breathing forth my breath Till they their shame and I my fame attaine by death Liue gentle Marius to reuenge my wrong And sirrha see they stay not ouer-long For he that earst hath conquered kingdomes many Disdaines in death to be subdude by anie He lies downe Enter Lucius Fauorinus Pausanius with Pedro a French-man Iail: The most vndanted words that euer were The mightie thoughts of his imperious minde Do wound my hart with terror and remorse Paus: T is desperate not perfect noblenes For to a man that is preparde to die The heart should rent the sleepe should leaue the eye But say Pedro will you doo the deed Pedr: Mon monsieurs perla sang dieu mee will make a trou so large in ce belly dat he sal cry hough come vne porceau Featre delay il a true me fadre hee kill my modre Faith a my trote mon espee ferale fay dun sol dat Sau sau Ieieuera come il founta pary me will make a spitch-cocke of his persona Fauor: If he haue slaine thy father and thy frends The greater honor shall betide the deed For to reuenge on righteous estimate Beseemes the honor of a French mans name Pedro Mes messiers de fault auoir argent me no point de argent no point kill Marius Paus: Thou shalt haue forty crowns wil that content thee Pedro Quarante escus per le pied de Madam me giue more dan foure to se prettie damosele dat haue le dulces tettinos leleures cymbrines Oh they be fines Fauorinus Great is the hire and little is the paine Make therefore quicke dispatch and looke for gaine See where he lies in drawing on his death VVhose eies by gentle slumber sealed vp Present no dreadfull visions to his hart Pedro Bien monsieur le demourera content Maries tu es mort Speake dy preres in dy sleepe for me sall cut off your head from your espaules before you wake Qui es stia what kinde a man be dis Fauor: VVhy what delaies are these why gaze ye thus Pedr: Nostre dame Iesu estiene oh my siniors der be a great diable in ce eies qui dart de flame and with de voice d'un beare cries out Villaine dare you kill Marius Ie tremble aida me siniors autrement I shall be murdred Paus. VVhat sodaine madnes daunts this stranger thus Pedro Oh me no can kill Marius me no dare kill Marius adieu messiers me be dead si ie touche Marius Marius est vne diable Iesu Maria saua moy Exit fugiens Paus. VVhat furie haunts this wretch on sodaine thus Fauor: Ah my Pausanius I haue often heard That yonder Marius in his infancie VVas borne to greater fortunes than we deeme For being scarce from out his cradle crept And sporting pretely with his compeeres On sodaine seuen yong Eagles soard amaine And kindly pearcht vpon his tender lap His parents wondring at this strange euent Tooke counsaile of the Southsaiers in this VVho told them that these seuen-fold Eagles flight Fore figured his seuen times Consulship And we our selues except bewitcht with pride Haue seene him sixe times in the Capitoll Accompanyd with rods and axes too And some diuine instinct so presseth mee That sore I tremble till I set him free Paus: The like assaults attaint my wandring minde Seeing our bootlesse warre with matchlesse fate Let vs intreat him to forsake our towne So shall we gaine a frend of Rome and him Marius awaketh But marke how happely he doth awake Mar What breath I yet pore man with mounting sight Choaking the riuers of my restlesse eies Or is their rage restraind with matchlesse ruth See how amazd these angrie Lords behold The poore confused lookes of wretched Marius Minturnians why delaies your headsman thus To finish vp this ruthfull tragedie Fauorinus Far be it Marius from our thoughts or hands To wrong the man protected by the Gods Liue happie Marius so thou leaue our towne Marius And must I wrestle once againe with fate Or will these Princes dally with mine age Pausan: No matchles Romane thine approued minde That earst hath altred our ambitious wrong Must flourish still and we thy seruants liue To see thy glories like the swelling tides Exceed the bounds of Fate and Romane rule Yet leaue vs Lord and seeke some safer shed Where more secure thou maist preuent mishaps For great pursuits and troubles thee awaite Marius Ye piteous powres that with succesfull hopes And gentle counsailes thwart my deepe dispaires Olde Marius to your mercies recommends His hap his life his hazard and his sonne Minturnians I will hence and you shall flie Occasions of those troubles you expect Dreame not on dangers that haue faud my life Lordings adieu from walls to woods I wend To hills dales rockes my wrong for to commend Exit Fauor: Fortune vouchsafe thy manie cares to end Exe. Actus tertius Enter Scilla in triumph in his chare triumphant of gold drawen by foure Moores before the chariot his colours his crest his captaines his prisoners Arcathius Mithridates son Aristion Archelaus bearing crownes of gold and manacled After the chariot his souldiers bands Basillus Lucretius Lucullus besides prisoners of diuers Nations and sundry disguises SCilla You men of Rome my fellow mates in Armes VVhose three yeares prowesse pollicie and warre One hundreth three score thousand men at Armes Hath ouerthrowne and murthered in the field VVhose valours to the Empire hath restorde All Grecia Asia and Ionia VVith Macedonia subiect
to our foe You see the froward customes of our state VVho measuring not our many toiles abroad Sit in their Cells imagining our harmes Replenishing our Romaine friends with feare Yea Scilla worthy friends whose fortunes toiles And stratagems these strangers may report Is by false Cynna and his factious friends Reuilde condemnde and crost without a cause Yet Romaines Marius must returne to Rome Of purpose to vpbraid your Generall But this vndaunted minde that neuer droopt This forward bodie formd to suffer toile Shall hast to Rome where euerie foe shall rue The rash disgrace both of my selfe and you Lucretius And may it be that those seditious braines Imagine these presumptuous purposes Scilla And may it be why man and wilt thou doubt VVhere Scilla daines these dangers to auerse Sirrha except not so misdoubt not so See here Ancharius letters reade the lines And say Lucretius that I fauour thee That darest but suspect thy Generall Read the letters and deliuer them Lucr. The case conceald hath moued the more misdoubt Yet pardon my presumptions worthy Scilla That to my griefe haue read these hideous harmes Scilla Tut my Lucretius fortunes ball is tost To forme the storie of my fatall powre Rome shall repent babe mother shall repent Aire weeping clowdie sorrowes shall repent vvind breathing many sighings shall repent To see those stormes concealed in my brest Reflect the hideous flames of their vnrest But words are vaine and cannot quell our wrongs Briefe periods serue for them that needs must post it Lucullus since occasion calls me hence And all our Romaine senate thinke it meete That thou pursue the warres I haue begun As by their letters I am certified I leaue thee Fimbrias Legions to conduct vvith this prouiso that in ruling still You thinke on Scilla and his curtesies Lucullus The waightie charge of this continued warre Though strange it seeme and ouer great to wield I will accept it so the Armie please Souldiers Happie fortunate be Lucullus our Generall Scilla If he be Scillas friend els not at all For otherwise the man were ill bested That gaining glories straight should lose his head But souldiers since I needly must to Rome Basillus vertues shall haue recompence Lo here the wreath Valerius for thy paines VVho first didst enter Archilous trench This pledge of vertue sirrha shall approue Thy vertues and confirme me in thy loue Basillus Happie be Scilla if no foe to Rome Scilla I like no iffs from such a simple groome I will be happie in despite of state And why because I neuer feared fate But come Arcathius for your fathers sake Enioyne your fellow Princes to their taskes And helpe to succour these my wearie bones Tut blush not man a greater state than thou Shall pleasure Scilla in more baser sort Aristion is a iolly timberd man Fit to conduct the chariot of a King VVhy be not squeamish for it shall goe hard But I will giue you all a great reward Arcath: Humbled by fate like wretched men we yeeld Scilla Arcathius these are fortunes of the field Beleeue me these braue Captyues draw by art And I will thinke vpon their good desart But stay you strangers and respect my words Fond hartles men what folly haue I seene For feare of death can Princes entertaine Such bastard thoughts that now from glorious armes Vouchsafe to draw like oxen in a plough Arcathius I am sure Mithridates VVill hardly brooke the scandall of his name T were better in Picaeo to haue died Aristion than amidst our legions thus to draw Aristion I tell thee Scilla captiues haue no choice And death is dreadfull to a caytiue man Scilla In such imperfect mettals as is yours But Romanes that are still allurde by fame Chuse rather death than blemish of their name But I haue hast and therefore will reward you Goe souldiers with as quicke dispatch as may be Hasten their death and bring them to their end And say in this that Scilla is your frend Arcathius Oh ransome thou our liues sweet conqueror Scilla Fie foolish men why flie you happines Desire you still to lead a seruile life Dare you not buy delights with little paines VVell for thy fathers sake Arcathius I will preferre thy triumphs with the rest Goe take them hence and when we meete in hell Then tell me Princes if I did not well Exeunt milites Lucullus thus these mightie foes are downe Now striue thou for the king of Pontus crowne I will to Rome goe thou and with thy traine Pursue Mithridates till he be slaine Lucul: VVith fortunes help go calme thy countries woes VVhilst I with these seeke out our mightie foes Enter Marius solus from the Numidian mountaines feeding on rootes Mar pat: Thou that hast walkt with troops of flocking frends Now wandrest midst the laborynth of woes Thy best repast with manie sighing ends And none but fortune all these mischiefes knowes Like to these stretching mountaines clad with snow No sun-shine of content my thoughts approcheth High spyre their tops my hopes no height do know But mount so high as time their tract reprocheth They finde their spring where winter wrongs my minde They weepe their brookes I wast my cheekes with teares Oh foolish fate too froward and vnkinde Mountaines haue peace where mournfull be my yeres Yet high as they my thoughts some hopes would borrow But when I count the euening end with sorrow Death in Minturnum threatned Marius head Hunger in these Numidian mountaines dwells Thus with preuention hauing mischiefe fled Old Marius findes a world of manie hells Such as poore simple wits haue oft repinde But I will quell by vertues of the minde Long yeres misspent in manie luckles chances Thoughts full of wroth yet little worth succeeding These are the meanes for those whom fate aduances But I whose wounds are fresh my hart still bleeding Liues to intreate this blessed boone from fate That I might die with griefe to liue in state Sixe hundreth sonnes with solitarie walkes I still haue sought for to delude my paine And frendly Eccho answering to my talkes Rebounds the accent of my ruth againe She curteous Nymph the wofull Romane pleaseth Els no consorts but beasts my paines appeaseth Each day she answeres in yond neighbring mountaine I doo expect reporting of my sorrow Whilst lifting vp her lockes from out the fountaine She answereth to my questions euen and morrow Whose sweete rebounds my sorrowes to remoue To please my thoughts I meane for to approue Sweet Nymph draw nere thou kind gentle Eccho Eccho VVhat help to ease my wearie paines haue I I VVhat comfort in distres to calme my griefes griefes Sweet Nymph these griefes are growne before I thought so I thought so Thus Marius liues disdaind of all the Gods Oads VVith deepe dispaire late ouertaken wholy Oly. And wil the heavns be neuer wel appeased appeased VVhat meane haue they left me to cure my smart art Nought better fits old Marius mind then war then
war Then full of hope say Eccho shall I goe goe Is anie better fortune then at hand at hand Then farewell Eccho gentle Nymph farewel farewell Oh pleasing folly to a pensiue man VVell I will rest fast by this shadie tree VVaiting the end that fate allotteth mee sit downe Enter Marius the sonne Albinouanus Cethegus Lectorius with souldiers Marius My countrimen and fauorites of Rome This melancholy desart where we meete Resembleth well yong Marius restles thoughts Here dreadfull silence solitarie caues No chirping birds with solace singing sweetlie Are harbored for delight but from the oake Leaueles and saples through decaying age The scritch-owle chants her fatall boding layes VVithin my brest care danger sorrow dwells Hope and reuenge sit hammering in my hart The balefull babes of angrie Nemesis Dispearse their furious fires vpon my soule Lector: Fie Marius are you discontented still VVhen as occasion fauoreth your desire Are not these noble Romanes come from Rome Hath not the state recald your father home Marius And what of this what profit may I reape That want my father to conduct vs home Lector: My Lord take hart no doubt this stormie flawe That Neptune sent to cast vs on this shore Shall end these discontentments at the last Mar pat: VVhom see mine eyes what is not yon my son Mar iu: vvhat solitarie father walketh there Mar pa It is my sonne these are my frends I see vvhat haue forepining cares so changed mee Or are my lookes distempred through the paines And agonies that issue from my hart Fie Marius frolicke man thou must to Rome There to reuenge thy wrongs and waight thy tombe Marius iu Now fortune frowne palter if thou please Romanes behold my father and your frend Oh father Marius pa: Marius thou art fitly met Albinouanus and my other frends VVhat newes at Rome what fortune brought you hither Albino: My Lord the Consull Cynna hath restord The doubtfull course of your betrayed state And waits you present swift approch to Rome Your foe man Scilla poasteth verie fast VVith good successe from Pontus to preuent Your speedie entrance into Italy The neighbring Cities are your verie frends Nought rests my Lord but you depart from hence Mar iu: How manie desart waies hath Marius sought How manie Cities haue I visited To finde my father and releeue his wants Marius pat: My sonne I quite thy trauells with my loue And Lords and Citizens we will to Rome And ioyne with Cynna haue your shipping here VVhat are these souldiers bent to die with mee Soul: Content to pledge our liues for Marius Lect: My Lord here in the next adioyning port Our ships are rigd and readie for to saile Marius pa: Then let vs saile vnto Hetruria And cause our frends the Germanes to reuolt And get some Tuscans to increase our power Deserts farewell come Romanes let vs goe A scourge for Rome that hath deprest vs so Exeunt Actus quartus Scena prima Enter Marke Anthonie Lepidus Octauius Flaccus Senators Octa. WHat helpes my Lords to ouerhale these cares What meanes or motions may these mischiefe end You see how Cynna that should succor Rome Hath leuied armes to bring a traitor in O worthlesse traitor woe to thine and thee That thus disquieteth both Rome and vs Anth: Octauius these are scourges for our sinnes These are but ministers to heape our plagues These mutinies are gentle meanes and waies VVhereby the heavns our heauie errors charmes Then with content and humbled eyes behold The christall shining globe of glorious Ioue And since we perish through our owne misdeedes Go let vs flourish in our frutefull praiers Lepid: Midst these confusions mighty men of Rome VVhy wast we out these troubles all in words VVeepe not your harmes but wend we straight so armes Loe Distia spoyld see Marius at our gate And shall we die like milksops dreaming thus Octa: A bootles warre to see our countrey spoild Lep: Fruteles is dalliance whereas dangers bee Anth: My Lord may courage wait on conquered men Lep: I euen in death most courage doth appeare Octa: Then waiting death I meane to seate me here Hoping that Consulls name and feare of lawes Shall iustifie my conscience and my cause Enter a messenger Now sirrha what confused lookes are these VVhat tidings bringest thou of dreriment Messen My Lords the Consull Cynna with his frends Haue let in Marius by Via Appia VVhose souldiers wast and murther all they meete VVho with the Consull and his other frends VVith expedition hasteth to this place Anth: Then to the downfall of my happines Then to the ruine of this Citie Rome But if mine inward ruth were laid in sight My streames of teares should drowne my foes despight Octa: Courage Lord Anthony if Fortune please She will and can these troubles soone appease But if her backward frownes approch vs nie Resolue with vs with honor for to die Lep: No storme of fate shall bring my sorrowes downe But if that Fortune list why let her frowne Anth: VVhere state 's opprest by cruell tyrants bee Old Anthony there is no place for thee Drum strike within Harke by this thundring noyse of threatning drums Marius with all his faction hether comes Enter Marius his Sonne Cynna Cethegus Lectorius with souldiers vpon sight of whom Marke Anthony presently flies Octa: Then like a traitor he shall know ere long In leuying armes he doth his countrey wrong Marius pa: And haue we got the goale of honor now And in despight of Consulls entred Rome Then rouze thee Marius leaue thy ruthfull thoughts And for thy manie toiles and cares sustaind Afflict thy foes with twice as many paines Goe souldiers seeke out Bebius and his frends Attilius Munitorius with the rest Cut off their heads for they did crosse me once And if your care can compasse my decree Remember that same fugitiue Marke Anthony VVhose fatall end shall be my frutefull peace I tell thee Cynna nature armeth beasts With iust reuenge and lendeth in their kindes Sufficient warlike weapons of defence If then by nature beasts reuenge their wrong Both heauens and nature grant me vengeance now Yet whilst I liue and sucke this subtill aire That lendeth breathing coolenes to my lights The register of all thy righteous acts Thy paines thy toiles thy trauells for my sake Shall dwell by kinde impressions in my hart And I with linkes of true vnfained loue VVill locke these Romane fauorites in my brest And liue to hazard life for their releefe Cyn: My Lord your safe and swift returne to Rome Makes Cynna fortunate and well appaid Who through the false suggestions of my foes VVas made a coffer of a Consull here Lo where he sits commanding in his throne That wronged Marius me and all these Lords Mar iu: To quite his loue Cynna let me alone How fare these Lords that lumping pouting proud Imagine how to quell me with their lookes No welcome sirs is Marius thought so base VVhy stand you looking babies in my face
VVho welcomes mee him Marius makes his frend VVho lowres on mee him Marius meanes to end Flaccus Happie and fortunate thy returne to Rome Lepidus And long Marius liue with fame in Rome Marius I thanke you curteous Lords that are so kinde Mar iu: But why endures your Grace that brauing mate To sit and face vs in his roabes of state Mar pa My sonne he is a Consull at the least And grauitie becomes Octauius best But Cynna would in yonder emptie seat You would for Marius freedome once intreate Cynna presseth vp and Octauius staieth him Octa: Auant thou traitor proud and insolent How darest thou presse newe ciuill gouernment Mar VVhy Master Consull are you growne so hot He haue a present cooling card for you Be therefore well aduisde and moue me not For though by you I was exilde from Rome And in the desart from a Princes seate Left to bewaile ingratitudes of Rome Though I haue knowne your thirstie throates haue longd To baine their selues in my distilling blood Yet Marius Sirs hath pitie ioynd with powre Loe here the Imperiall Ensigne which I wield That waueth mercie to my wishers well And more see here the dangerous trote of warre That at the point is steeld with ghastly death Octa: Thou exile threatnest thou a Consull then Lictors goe draw him hence such brauing mates Are not to boast their armes in quiet states Marius Go draw me hence VVhat no relent Octauius Mar iu: My Lord what hart in with reuenge Could leaue this lossell threatning murther thus Vouchsafe me leaue to taint that traitors seate VVith flowing streames of his contagious blood Octa: The fathers sonne I know him by his talke That scolds in words when fingers cannot walke But Ioue I hope will one day send to Rome The blessed Patron of this Monarchie VVho will reuenge iniustice by his sword Cynna Such brauing hopes such cursed arguments So strict command such arrogant controwles Suffer me Marius that am Consull now To doo thee iustice and confound the wretch Mar pat: Cynna you know I am a priuate man That still submit my censures to your will Cynna Then souldiers draw this traitor from the throne And let him die for Cynna wills it so Mar iu: I now my Cynna noble Consull speakes Octauius your checkes shall cost you deare Octa: And let me die for Cynna wills it so Is then the reuerence of this robe contemnnd Are these associates of so small regard VVhy then Octauius willingly consents To entertaine the sentence of his death But let the proudest traitor worke his will I feare no strokes but here will sit me still Since iustice sleepes since tyrants raigne in Rome Octauius longs for death to die for Rome Cyn: Then strike him where he sits then hale him hence A souldier stabs him he is caried away Octa: Heauens punish Cynnas pride and thy offence Cynna Now is he falne that threatned Marius Now will I sit and plead for Marius Mar pat: Thou doost me iustice Cynna for you see These peeres of Rome haue late exiled mee Lepid: Your Lordship doth iniustice to accuse Those who in your behalfe did not offend Flacc. VVe grieue to see the aged Marius Stand like a priuate man in view of Rome Cyn: Then bid him sit and loe an emptie place Reuoke his exile firme his gouernment And so preuent your farther detriment Lepid: VVe will accompt both Marius and his frends His sonne and all his followers free in Rome And since we see the dangerous times at hand And here of Scillas confidence and hast And know his hate and rancor to these Lords And him create for Consull to preuent The policies of Scilla and his frends Cyn: Then both confirmd by state and full consent The rods and axe to Marius I present And here inuest thee with the Consulls pall Flaccus Long fortunate and happie life betide Old Marius in his seuenfold Consulship Mar iu: And so let Marius liue and gouerne Rome As cursed Scilla neuer looke on Rome Marius pat: Then placde in Consuls throne you Romane states He takes his seate Recald from banishment by your decrees Enstald in this imperiall seate to rule Old Marius thankes his frends and fauorites From whom this finall fauor he requires That seeing Scilla by his murthrous blade Brought fierce seditions first to head in Rome And forced lawes to banish innocents I craue by course of reason and desert That he may be proclaimd as earst was I A traitor and an enemie of Rome Let all his frends be banisht out of towne Then cutting off the branch where troubles spring Rome shall haue peace and plentie in her walls Cynn: In equitie it needes must be my frends That one be guiltie of our common harmes And since that Marius is accounted free Scilla with all his frends must traitors bee Mar iu: My fathers reasons Romanes are of force For if you see and liue not too secure You know that in so great a state as this Two mightie foes can neuer well agree Lepid: Then let vs seeke to please our Consull first And then prepare to keep the exile out Cynna as Marius and these Lords agree Firme this Edict and let it passe for mee Cynnn Then Romanes in the name of all this state I here proclaime and publish this decree That Scilla with his frends allies and all Are banisht exiles traitors vnto Rome And to extinguish both his name and state VVe will his house be raced to the ground His goods confiscate this our censures is Lictors proclaime this in the market place And see it executed out of hand Exit Lictor Mar pat: Now see I Senators the thought the care The vertuous zeale that leads your toward mindes To loue your frends and watch your common good And now establisht Consull in this place Old Marius will foresee aduenient harmes Scilla the scourge of Asia as we heare Is prest to enter Italie with sword He comes in pompe to triumph here in Rome But Senators you know the wauering wills Of foolish men I meane the common sort VVho through report of innouations Or flattering humors of well tempred tongues VVill change and draw a second mischiefe on I like your care and will my selfe apply To aime and leuell at my countries weale To intercept these errors by aduice My sonne yong Marius Cethegus and my frends Shall to Preneste to preuent and stop The speedie purpose of our forward foe Meane while ourselues will fortifie this towne This beautie of the world this maiden towne VVhere streaming Tybris with a pleasant tyde Leads out the stately buildings of the world Marius my hope my sonne you know your charge Take those Iberian legions in your traine And we will spare some Cymbrians to your vse Remember thou art Marius sonne and dreame On nought but honor and a happie death Mar iu: I go my Lord in hope to make the world Report my seruice and my dutie too And that proud challenger of Asia Shall finde that
Marius sonne hath force and wit Exit cum Cethego Marius pat: Goe thou as fortunate as Greekes to Troy As glorious as Alcides in thy toiles As happie as Sertorius in thy fight As valiant as Achilles in thy might Go glorious valiant happie fortunate As all those Greekes and him of Romane state Enter led in with souldiers Cornelia and Fuluia Corn: Traitors why drag you thus a Princes wife As if that beautie were a thrall to fate Are Romanes growen more barbarous than Greekes That hale more greater than Cassandra now The Macedonian Monarch was more kinde That honored and relieud in warlike campe Darius mother daughters and his wife But you vnkinde to Romane Ladies now Perhaps as constant as the Asian Queenes For they subdude had frendship in disgrace VVhere we vnconquered liue in wofull case Mar VVhat plaintiffe pleas presents that Ladie there VVhy souldiers make you prisners here in Rome Soul: Dread Consulls we haue found Cornelia here And Scillas daughter posting out of towne Marius Ladies of worth both beautifull and wise But here allied vnto my greatest foe Yet Marius minde that neuer ment disgrace More likes their courage than their comely face Are you Cornelia Madame Scillas wife Corn: I am Cornelia Scillas wife what ther Marius And is this Fuluia Scillas daughter too Fuluia And this is Fuluia Scillas daughter too Mar pat: Two welcome guests in whom the maiestie of my conceit and courage must consist VVhat thinke you Senators and countrimen See here are two the fairest starres of Rome The deerest dainties of my warlike foe VVhose liues vpon your censures doo consist Lepid: Dread Consull the continuance of their liues Shall egge on Scilla to a greater hast And in bereauing of their vitall breath Your grace shall force more furie from your foe Of these extreames we leaue the choice to you Mar Then thinke that some strange fortune shall insue Ful: Poore Fuluia now thy happie daies are done In steed of marriage pompe the fatall lights Of funeralls must maske about thy bed Nor shall thy fathers armes with kinde embrace Hem in thy shoulders trembling now for feare I see in Marius lookes such tragedies As feare my hart and fountaines fills mine eyes Corn: Fie Fuluia shall thy fathers daughter faint Before the threats of dangers shall approach Drie vp those teares and like a Romane maid Be bold and silent till our foe haue said Marius Cornelia wise vnto my traitor foe VVhat gadding mood hath forst thy speedie slight To leaue thy country and forsake thy frends Corn: Accursed Marius off-spring of my paines VVhose furious wrath hath wrought thy countries woe VVhat may remaine for me or mine in Rome That see the tokens of thy tyrannies Vile monster robd of vertue what reuenge Is this to wreake thine anger on the walls To race our house to banish all our frends To kill the rest and captiue vs at last Thinkst thou by barbarous deedes to boast thy state Or spoyling Scilla to depresse his hate No Marius but for euerie drop of blood And inch of wrong he shall returne thee two Flaccus Madame in danger wisedome doth aduise In humble termes to reconcile our foes Marius She is a woman Flaccus let her talke That breath forth bitter words in steed of blowes Corn: And in regard of that unmodest man Thou shouldst desist from outrage and reuenge Lect: VVhat can your Grace indure these cursed scoffs Mar VVhy my Lectorius I haue euer learnt That Ladies cannot wrong me with vpbraids Then let her talke and my concealed hate Shall heap reuengement vpon Scillas pate Fulu: Let feauers first afflict thy feeble age Let palsies make thy stubborne fingers faint Let humors streaming from thy moystned braines With cloudes of dymnes choake thy fretfull eyes Before these monstrous harmes assaile my syre Mar By r Ladie Fuluia you are gaily red Your mother well may boast you for her owne For both of you haue words and scoffs at will And since I like the compasse of your wit My selfe will stand and Ladies you shall sit And if you please to wade in farther words Le ts see what brawles your memories affords Corn: Your Lordships passing mannerly in iest But that you may perceiue we smell your drift VVe both will sit and countenance your shift Mar VVhere constancie and beautie doo consort There Ladies threatnings turnd to merry sport How fare these beautifull what well at ease Ful: As readie as at first for to displease For full confirmd that we shall surely die VVe wait our ends with Romane constancie Mar why think you Marius hath confirmd your death Ful: VVhat other frute may spring from tyrants hands Mar In faith then Ladies thus the matter stands Since you mistake my loue and curtesie Prepare your selues for you shall surely die Cornel: I Marius now I know thou dost not lie And that thou maist vnto thy lasting blame Extinguish in our deaths thy wished fame Grant vs this boone that making choice of death VVe may be freed from furie of thine yre Marius An easie boon Ladies I condiscend Corn: Then suffer vs in priuate chamber close To meditate a day or two alone And tyrant if thou finde vs liuing then Commit vs straight vnto thy slaughtring men Marius Ladies I grant for Marius nill denie A sute so easie and of such import For pitie were that Dames of constancie Should not be agents of their miserie Here he whispers Lectorius Lectorius harke dispatch Exit Lector Corn: Loe Fuluia now the latest doome is fixt And naught remaines but constant Romane harts To beare the brunt of yrksome furies spight Rouse thee my deare and daunt those faint conceipts That trembling stand agast at bitter death Bethinke thee now that Scilla was thy syre VVhose courage heauen nor fortune could abate Then like the off-spring of fierce Scillas house Passe with the thrice renowmed Phrigian Dame As to thy marriage so vnto thy death For nought to wretches is more sweete than death Ful: Madam confirmd as well to die as liue Fuluia awaiteth nothing but her death Yet had my father knowne the course of change Or seene our losse by luckie augurie Thys tyrant nor hys followers had liued To ioy the ruine of fierce Scillas house Mar But Ladie they that dwell on fortunes call No sooner rise but subiect are to fall Ful: Marius I doubt not but our constant endes Shall make thee waile thy tyrants gouernment Marius VVhen tyrants rule doth breed my care woe Then will I say two Ladies told me so But here comes Lectorius Now my Lord haue you brought those things Lector: I haue noble Consull Mar Now Ladies you are resolute to die Corn: I Marius for terror cannot daunt vs Tortors were framde to dread the baser eie And not t' appall a princely maiestie Marius And Marius liues to triumph ore his foes That traine where warlike troopes amidst the plaines And are inclosde and hemd with shining armes Not to appall such princely Maiestie Vertue sweete
Ladies is of more regard In Marius minde where honor is inthronde Than Rome or rule of Romane Emperie Here he puts chaines about their neckes The bands that should combine your snow white wrests Are these which shall adorne your milke white neckes The priuate cells where you shall end your liues Is Italy is Europe nay the world Th' Euxinian sea and fierce Sicilian Gulph The riuer Ganges and Hydaspis streame Sha'l leuell lye and smoothe as christall yce VVhilst Fuluia and Cornelia passe thereon The souldiers that should guard you to your deaths Shall be fiue thousand gallant youths of Rome In purple roabes crosse bard with pales of gold Mounted on warlike coursers for the field Fet from the mountaine tops of Cortia Or bred in hills of bright Sardinia VVho shall conduct and bring you to your Lord I vnto Scilla Ladies shall you goe And tell him Marius holds within his hands Honor for Ladies for Ladies rich reward But as for Silla and for his compeeres VVho dare gainst Marius vaunt their golden crests Tell him for them old Marius holds reuenge And in his hands both triumphs life and death Corn: Doth Marius vse with glorious words to iest And mocke his captiues with these glosing tearmes Mar No Ladies Marius hath sought for honour with his sword And holds disdaine to triumph in your fals Liue Cornelia liue faire and fairest Fuluia If you haue done or wrought me iniurie Scilla shall pay it through his miserie Fuluia So gratious famous Consull are thy words That Rome and we shall celebrate thy worth And Scilla shall confesse himselfe orecome Corn: If Ladies praiers or teares may mooue the heauens Scilla shall vow himselfe old Marius frend Mar Ladies for that I nought at all regard Scilla 's my foe I le triumph ouer him For other conquest glorie doth not win Therefore come on that I may send you vnto Scilla Exeunt Enter a clowne drunke with a pint of wine in his hand and two or three souldiers 1 soul: Sirrha dally not with vs you know where he is Clowne O sir a quart is a quart in any mans purse and drinke is drinke and can my master liue without his drinke I pray you 2 soul: You haue a master then sirrha Clowne Haue I master thou scondrell I haue an Orator to my master a wise man to my master But fellowes I must make a parenthesis of this pint pot for words make men dry now by my troth I drinke to Lord Anthonie 3 soul: Fellow souldiers the weaknes of his braine hath made his tongue walke largely we shall haue some nouelties by and by Clowne Oh most surpassing wine thou marow of the vine More welcome vnto me than whips to schollers bee Thou art and euer was a meanes to mend an asse Thou makest some to sleep and manie mo to weep And some be glad merry with heigh down derry derry Thou makest some to stumble and many mo to fumble And me haue pinkie nine more braue and iolly wine VVhat need I praise thee mo for thou art good with heigh ho 3 soul: If wine then be so good I pree thee for thy part Tell vs where Lord Anthony is thou shalt haue a quart Clow. First shal the snow be black pepper lose his smack And stripes forsake my backe first merrie drunke with sack I will go boast and tracke and all your costards cracke Before I doo the knacke shall make me sing alacke Alacke the old man is wearie for wine hath made him merrie with a heigh ho 1 soul: I pre thee leaue these rymes and tell vs where thy master is Clown Faith where you shall not bee vnles ye goe with mee But shall I tell them so O no sir no no no the man hath manie a foe as farre as I doo know you doo not flour me I trow See how this licor fumes how my force presumes You would know where Lord Anthonie is I perceiue you Shall I say he is in yond farme house I deceiue you Shall I tell you this wine is for him the gods forfend and so I end Go fellow fighters there 's a bob for ye 2 soul: My masters let vs follow this clowne for questionles this graue orator is in yonder farme house But who commeth yonder Enter old Anthonie Anth: I wonder why my peasant staies so long And with my wonder hasteth on my woe And with my woe I am assaild with feare And by my feare await with faintful breath The final period of my paines by death 1 soul: Yond 's the man we seeke for souldiers vnsheath your swords and make a riddance of Marius ancient enemie Clowne Master flie flie or els you shall die a plague on this wine hath made me so fine and will you not be gone then I le leaue you alone and sleepe vpon your woe with a lamentable heigh ho Exit Anth: Betraid at last by witles ouersight Now Anthony prepare thy selfe to die Loe where the monstrous ministers of wrath Menace thy murther with their naked swords 2 soul: Anthonie well met the Consull Marius with other confederate Senators haue adiudged thee death therfore prepare thy selfe and thinke we fauor thee in this little protraction Anth: Immortall powers that know the painefull cares That waight vpon my poore distressed hart O bend your browes and leuill all your lookes Of dreadfull awe vpon these daring men And thou sweet neece of Atlas on whose lips And tender tongue the pliant Muses sit Let gentle course of sweet aspiring speech Let honnie flowing tearmes of wearie woe Let frutefull figures and delightfull lines Enforce a spring of pitie from their eyes Amase the murthrous passions of their mindes That they may fauour wofull Anthonie Oh countrimen what shal become of Rome VVhen reuerend dutie droopeth through disgrace Oh Countrimen what shal become of Rome VVhen woful nature widdow of her ioyes VVeepes on our wals to see her lawes deprest Oh Romaines hath not Anthonies discourse Seald vp the Mouthes of false seditious men Assoild the doubts and queint controlls of powre Releeud the mournfull matrone with his pleas And will you seeke to murder Anthonie The Lions brooke with kindnes their releefe The sheep reward the shepheard with their fleece Yet Romanes seeke to murder Anthony 1 soul: Why what enchanting termes of arte are these That force my hart to pitie his distresse 2 soul: His action speech his fauor and his grace My rancor rage and rigor doth deface 3 soul: So sweet his words that now of late me seemes His art doth draw my soule from out my lips Anth: VVhat enuious eies reflecting nought but rage VVhat barbarous hart refresht with nought but blood That rents not to behold the sensles trees In doaly season drooping without leaues The shepheard sighs vpon the barrain hills To see his bleating lambs with faintfull lookes Behold the vallies robd of springing flowres That whilom wont to yeeld them yerely food Euen meanest things exchangd from
former state The vertuous minde with some remorse doth mate Can then your eyes with thundering threats of rage Cast furious gleames of anger vpon age Can then your harts with furies mount so hie As they should harme the Romane Anthonie I farre more kinde than sensles tree haue left A kindly sap to our declining state And like a carefull shepheard haue foreseene The heauie dangers of this Citie Rome And made the citizens the happie flocke Whom I haue fed with counsailes and aduice But now those lockes that for their reuerend white Surpasse the downe on Aesculapius chin But now that tongue whose termes and fluent stile For number past the hoasts of heauenly fires But now that head within whose subtill braines The Queene of flowring eloquence did dwell Enter a Captaine These lockes this tongue this head the life and all To please a tyrant traitrously must fall Capt: VVhy how now soldiers is he liuing yet And will you be bewitched with his words Then take this fee false Orator from me stab him Elizium best beseemes thy faintfull lims Anth: Oh blisfull paine now Anthony must die VVhich serud and loud Rome and her Emperie moritur Capt: Goe curtall off that necke with present stroke And straight present it vnto Marius 1 soul: Euen in this head did all the Muses dwell The bees that sate vpon the Grecians lips Distild their honnie on his tempred tongue 2 soul: The christall dew of faire Castalian springs VVith gentle floatings trickled on his braines The Graces kist his kinde and curteous browes Apollo gaue the beauties of his harpe Enter Lectorius pensiue And melodies vnto his pliant speech Cap: Leaue these presumptuous praises countrimen And see Lectorius pensiue where he comes Loe here my Lord the head of Anthony See here the guerdon fit for Marius foe Whom dread Apollo prosper in his rule Lector: Oh Romanes Marius sleepes among the dead And Rome laments the losse of such a frend Cap: A sodaine and a wofull chance my Lord VVhich we intentiue faine would vnderstand Le: Thogh swolne with sighs my hart for sorrow burst And tongue with teares and plaints be choaked vp Yet will I furrow forth with forced breath A speedie passage to my pensiue speech Our Consull Marius worthie souldiers Of late within a pleasant plot of ground Sate downe for pleasure here a christall spring Accompanied with manie Lords of Rome Bright was the day and on the spredding trees The frolicke citizens of forrest lung Their layes and merrie notes on pearching boughes VVhen suddenly appeared in the East Seauen mightie Eagles with their tallents fierce VVho wauing oft about our Consulls head At last with hideous crie did scare away VVhen suddenly old Marius all agast With reuerent smile determinde with a sigh The doubtfull silence of the standers by Romanes said he old Marius now must die These seuen faire Eagles birds of mightie Ioue That at my birth day on my cradle sate Now at my last day arme me to my death And loe I feele the deadly pangs approach VVhat should I more in briefe with manie praiers For Rome his sonne his goods and lands disposd Our worthie Consull to our wonder dide The Citie is amazde for Scilla hasts To enter Rome with furie sword and fire Goe place that head vpon the Capitoll And to your wards for dangers are at hand Exit Capt: Had we foreseene this luckles chance before Old Anthonie had liude and breathed yet Exeunt Actus quartus A great skirmish in Rome and long some slaine At last enter Scilla triumphant with Pompey Metellus Citizens souldiers Scilla Now Romanes after all these mutinies Seditions murthers and conspiracies Imagine with vnpartiall harts at last VVhat frutes proceed from these contentious brawles Your streetes where earst the fathers of your state In robes of purple walked vp and downe Are strewd with mangled members streaming blood And why the reasons of this ruthfull wrack Are your seditious innouations Your fickle mindes inclinde to foolish change Vngratefull men whilst I with tedious paine In Asia seald my dutie with my blood Making the fierce Dardanians faint for feare Spredding my cullers in Galatia Dipping my sword in the Enetans blood And foraging the fields of Phocida You cald my foe from exile with his frends You did proclaime me traitor here in Rome You racde my house you did deface my frends But brauling wolues you cannot byte the moone For Scilla liues so forward to reuenge As woe to those that sought to doo me wrong I now am entred Rome in spite of force And will so hamper all my cursed foes As be he Tribune Consull Lord or Knight That hateth Scilla let him looke to die And first to make an entrance to mine yre Bring me that traitor Carbo out of hand Bring in Carbo bound Pomp. Oh Scilla in reuenging iniuries Inflict the paine where first offence did spring And for my sake establish peace in Rome And pardon these repentant Citizens Scilla Pompey I loue thee Pompey and consent To thy request but Romanes haue regard Least ouer-reaching in offence againe I load your shoulders with a double paine Exeunt Citizens But Pompey see where iolly Carbo comes Footing it featly like a mightie man VVhat no obeisance sirrha to your Lord My Lord No Scilla he that thrice hath borne The name of Consull scornes to stoop to him Whose hart doth hammer nought but mutinies Pomp: And doth your Lordship then disdaine to stoope Carbo I to mine equall Pompey as thou art Scilla Thine equall villaine no he is my frend Thou but a poore anatomie of bones Casde in a knauish tawny withred skin VVilt thou not stoop art thou so stately then Carbo Scilla I honor gods not foolish men Sci: Then bend that wythered bough that will not break And souldiers cast him downe before my feete They throw him downe Now prating sir my foote vpon thy necke He be so bold to giue your Lordship checke Beleeue me souldiers but I ouer-reach Old Carbos necke at first was made to stretch Carbo Though bodie bend thou tyrant most vnkinde Yet neuer shalt thou humble Carbos minde Scilla oh sir I know for all your warlike pith A man may marre your worship with a wyth You sirrha leuied armes to doo me wrong You brought your legions to the gates of Rome You fought it out in hope that I would faint But sirrha now betake you to your bookes Intreate the God to saue your sinfull soule For why this carcasse must in my behalfe Goe feast the rauens that serue our augures turne Me thinkes I see alreadie how they wish To bait their beakes in such a iolly dish Carbo Scilla thy threates and scoffes amate me not I pre thee let thy murthrers haue me hence For Carbo rather likes to die by sword Than liue to be a mocking stocke to thee Scilla The man hath hast good souldiers take him hence It would be good to alter his pretence But be aduisde that when the foole is slaine
your ponyards and let euerie frend Bethinke him of a souldierlike farewell Sirrha display my standerd on the wals And I will answere yond Lucretius VVho loueth Marius now must die with Marius Luer: VVhat answere wil your Lordship then return vs Marius Lucretius we that know what Scilla is How dissolute how trothles and corrupt In briefe conclude to die before we yeeld But so to die Lucretius marke me well As loath to see the furie of our swords Should murther frends and Romane citizens Pie countrimen what furie doth infect Your warlike bosomes that were wont to fight VVith forren foes not with Campanian frends Now vnaduised youth must counsaile eld For gouernance is banisht out of Rome Woe to that bough from whence these bloomes are sprung VVoe to that Aetna vomiting this fire VVoe to that brand consuming Countries weale Woe to that Scilla careles and secure That gapes with murther for a Monarchie Goe second Brutus with a Romane minde And kill that tyrant and for Marius sake Pitie the guiltles wiues of these your frends Preserue their weeping infants from the sword Whose fathers seale their honors with their bloods Farewell Lucretius first I presse in place stab To let thee see a constant Romane die Prenestians loe a wound a fatall wound The paine but small the glorie passing great againe Prenestians see a second stroke why so I feele the dreeping dimnes of the night Closing the couerts of my carefull eies Follow me frends for Marius now must die With fame in spight of Scillas tyrannie moritur 1 Cit: We follow thee our chiefetaine euen in death Our towne is thine Lucretius but we pray For mercie for our children and our wiues moritur 2 Cit: O saue my forme Lucretius let him liue moritur Lucretius A wondrous and bewitched constancie Beseeming Marius pride and haughtie minde Come let vs charge the breach the towne is ours Both male and female put them to the sword So please you Scilla and fulfill his word Exeunt A little skirmish a retreat enter in royaltie Lucretius Lucret: Now Romanes we haue brought Preneste low And Marius sleepes amidst the dead at last So then to Rome my countrimen with ioy VVhere Scilla waights the tidings of our fight Those prisners that are taken see forth with VVith warlike iauelins you put them to death Come let vs march see Rome in sight my harts VVhere Scilla waights the tidings of our warre Enter Scilla Valerius Flaccus Lepidus Pompey Citizens Guard Scilla seated in his roabes of state is saluted by the Citizens c. Flascus Romanes you know and to your greefes haue seene A world of troubles hatched here at home VVhich through preuention being welnigh crost By worthie Scilla and his warlike band I Consull with these fathers thinke it meet To fortifie our peace and Cities weale To name some man of worth that may supply Dictators power and place whose maiestie Shall crosse the courage of rebellious mindes VVhat thinke you Romanes will you condiscend Scilla Nay Flaccus for their profits they must yeeld For men of meane condition and conceipt Must humble their opinions to their lords And if my frends and Citizens consent Since I am borne to manage mightie things I will though loth both rule and gouerne them I speake not this as though I wish to raigne But for to know my frends and yet againe I merrit Romanes farre more grace than this Flaccus I countrimen if Scillas powre and minde If Scillas vertue courage and deuice If Scillas frends and fortunes merit fame None then but he should beare Dictators name Pompey VVhat think you Citizens why stand ye mute Shall Scilla be Dictator here in Rome Citizens By full consent Scilla shal be Dictator Flaccus Then in the name of Rome I here present The rods and axes into Scillas hand And fortunate proue Scilla our Dictator Trumpets sound crie within Scilla Dictator Scilla My fortunes Flaccus cannot be impeacht For at my birth the plannets passing kinde Could entertaine no retrograde aspects And that I may with kindnes quite their loue My countrimen I will preuent the cause Gainst all the false encounters of mishap You name me your Dictator but prefixe No time no course but giue me leaue to rule And yet exempt me not from your reuenge Thus by your plesures being set aloft Straight by your furies I should quickly fall No Citizens who readeth Scillas minde Must forme my titles in another kinde Either let Scilla be Dictator euer Or flatter Scilla with these titles neuer Citizens Perpetuall be thy glorie and renowne Perpetuall Lord Dictator shalt thou bee Pompey Hereto the Senate frankly doth agree Scilla Then so shall scilla raigne you Senators Then so shall Scilla rule you Citizens As Senators and Citizens that please mee Shall be my frends the rest cannot disease mee Enter Lucretius with souldiers But see whereas Lucretius is returnde Welcome braue Romaine where is Marius Are these Prenestians put vnto the sword Lucre: The Cittie noble Scilla raced is And Marius dead not by our swords my Lord But with more constancie than Cato died Scilla VVhat constancie and but a verie boy VVhy then I see he was his fathers sonne But let vs haue this constancie describde Lucr: After our fearce assaults and their resist Our seige their salying out to stop our trench Labor and hunger rayning in the towne The yonger Marius on the Citties wall Vouchsafte an interparle at the last VVherein with constancie and courrage too He boldly armed his freends him selfe to death And spreading of his coloures on the wall For answere saide he could not brooke to yeeld Or trust a tyrant such as Scilla was Scilla VVhat did the bransicke boy vpbraid me so But let vs heare the rest Lucretius Lucre: And after great perswsasions to his freends And worthy resolution of them all He first did sheath his ponyard in his breast And so in order dyed all the rest Scilla Now by my sword this was a worthy iest Yet silly boy I needs must pittie thee VVhose noble minde could neuer mated bee Beleeue me countrymen a sodaine thought A sodaine change in Scilla now hath wrought Old Marius and his sonne were men of name Nor Fortunes laughes nor lowers their minds could tame And when I count their fortunes that are past I see that death confirmde their fames at last Then he that striues to manage mightie things Amidst his triumphes gaines a troubled minde The greatest hope the greater harme it bringes And pore men in content their glory finde If then content be such a pleasant thing VVhy leaue I country life to liue a king Yet Kings are Gods and make the proudest stoope Yee but themselues are still pursude with hate And men were made to mount and then to droope Such chances wait vpon incertaine fate That where she kisseth once shee quelleth twice Then who so liues content is happy wise VVhat motion moueth this Philosophy Oh Scilla see the Ocean ebbs and floats The spring-time