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The tragedy of Nero, newly written; Nero.
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sit on the proudest browe And boasting valour looseth his red cheeke A Romane to them Rom: Fire fire helpe we burne 2. Rom: Fire water fire helpe fire Senec: Fire where Petron: Where what fire Rom: O round about here there on euery side The girdling flame doth with vnkind embraces Compasse the Citie Petro: How came this fire by whom Senec: Wast chance or purpose Petro: Why is 't not quencht Rom: Alas there are a many there with weapons And whether it be for pray or by command They hinder nay they throwe on fire-brands Enter Antonius to them Anton: The fire encreaseth and will not be staid But like a streame that tumbling from a hill Orewhelmes the fields orewhelmes the hopefull toyle o th' husbandman and headlong beares the woods The vnweeting Shepheard on a Rocke a farre Amazed heares the fearefull noyse so here Danger and Terror striue which shall exceed Some cry and yet are well some are kild silent Some kindly runne to helpe their neighbours house The whilest their own 's a fire some saue their goods And leaue their dearer pledges in the flame One takes his litle sonnes with trembling hands Tother his house-Gods saues which could not him All bann the doore and with wishes kill Their absent murderer Petro: What are the Gaules returnd Doth Brenius brandish fire-brands againe Senec: What can Heauen now vnto our suffrings adde Enter Another Romane to them Rom: O all goes downe Rome falleth from the Roofe The wind 's aloft the conquering flame turnes all Into it selfe Nor doe the Gods escape Pleidds burnes Iupiter Stator burnes The Altar now is made a sacrifice An Vesta mournes to see her Virgin fires Mingle with prophane ashes Senec: Heauen hast thou set this end to Roman greatnesse Were the worlds spoyles for this to Rome deuided To make but our fires bigger You Gods whose anger made vs great grant yet Some change in misery We begge not now To haue our Consull tread on Asian Kings Or spurne the quiuerd Susa at their feet This we haue had before we begg to liue At least not thus to die Let Cannos come Let Allius waters turne againe to blood To these will any miseries be light Petro: Why with false Auguries haue we bin deceiu'd Why was our Empire told vs should endure With Sunne and Moone in time in brightnesse passe them And that our end should be o th' world and it What can Celestiall Godheads double too Senec: O Rome the enuy late But now the pitie of the world thee gets The men of Choleos at thy sufferings griue The shaggy dweller in the Scithian Rockes The most condemned to perpetuall snowe That neuer wept at kindreds burials Suffers with thee and feeles his heart to soften O should the Parthyan heare these miseries He would his low and natiue hate apart Sit downe with vs and lend an Enemies teare To grace the funerall fires of ending Rome Exeunt Soft Musique Enter Nero aboue alone with a Timbrell I now my Troy lookes beautious in her flames The Trirhnen Seas are bright with Roman fires Whilest the amazed Marriner a farre Gazing on th' vnknowne light wonders what starre Heauen hath begot to ease the aged Moone When Pirrhus stryding ore the cynders stood On ground where Troy late was and with his Eye Measur'd the height of what he had throwne downe A Citie great in people and in power Walls built with hands of Gods He now forgiue The ten yeares length and thinkes his wounds well heald Bath'd in the blood of Priams fifty sonnes Yet am not I appeas'd I must see more Then Towers and Collomns tumble to the ground 'T was not the high built walles and guiltlesse stones That Nero did prouoke Themselues must be the wood To feed this fire or quench it with their blood Enter a Woman with a burnt Child Wom O my deare Infant O my Child my Child Vnhappy comfort of my nine moneths paines And did I beare thee onely for the fire Was I to that end made a Mother Nero I now begins the sceane that I would haue Enter a Man bearing another dead Man O Father speake yet no the mercilesse blowe Hath all bereft speech motion sense and life Wom O beauteous innocence whitnes ill blackt How to be made a coale couldst thou deserue Man O reuerend wrinckles well becomming palenesse Why hath death now lifes colours giuen thee And mockes thee with the beauties of fresh youth Wom Why wert thou giuen me to be tane away So soone or could not Heauen tell how to punish But first by blessing mee Man Why were thy yeares lengthned so long To be cut off vntimely Nero Play on play on and fill the golden skies With cryes and pitie with your blood Mens Eyes Wom Where are thy flattering smiles thy pretty kisses And armes that wont to writhe about my necke Man Where are thy Counsels where their good example And that kind roughnes of a Fathers anger Wom Whom haue I now to leaue my old age on Man Who shall I now haue to set right my youth within Gods if yee be not fled from Heauen helpe vs Nero I like this Musique well they like not mine Now in the teares of all men let me sing Cantat And make it doubtfull to the Gods aboue Whether the Earth be pleas'd or doe complaine Man But may the man that all this blood hath shed Neuer bequeath to th' earth an old gray head Let him vntimely be cut off before And leaue a course like this all wounds and gore Be there no friend at hand no standers by In loue or pittie mou'd to close that Eye O let him die the wish and hate of all And not a teare to grace his Funerall exeunt Wom Heauen you will heare that which the world doth scorne The prayers of misery and soules forlorne Your anger waxeth by delaying stronger O now for mercy be dispis'd no longer Let him that makes so many Mothers childlesse Make his vnhappy in her fruitfulnesse Let him no issue leaue to beare his name Or some to right a Fathers wronged fame Our flames to quit be righteous in your yre And when he dies let him want funerall fire exeunt Nero Let Heauen doe what it will this I haue done Already doe you feele my furies waight Rome is become a graue of her late greatnes Her clowdes of smoke haue tane away the day Her flames the night Now vnbeleeuing Eyes what craue you more Enter Neophilus to him Neoph: O saue your selfe my Lord your Pallace burnes Nero My Pallace how what traiterous hand Enter Tigellinus to them Tigel: O flie my Lord and saue your selfe betimes The winde doth beate the fire vpon your house The eating flame deuoures your double gates Your pillars fall your golden roofes doe melt Your antique Tables and Greeke Imagery The fire besets and the smoake you see Doth choake my speech O flie and saue your life Nero Heauen thou dost striue I see for victory exeunt Enter Nimphideus
the laden bowes Offer their tempting burdens to your hand Doubtfull your eye or tast inuiting more There euery man his owne desires enioyes Faire Lucrese lies by lusty Tarquins side And wooes him now againe to rauish her Nor vs though Romane Lais will refuse To Corinth any man may goe no maske No enuious garment doth those beauties hide Which Nature made so mouing to be spide But in bright Christall which doth supply all And white transparent vailes they are attyr'd Through which the pure snowe vnderneath doth shine Can it be snowe from whence such flames arise Mingled with that faire company shall we On bankes of Violets and of Hiacinths Of loues deuising sit and gently sport And all the while melodious Musique heare And Poets songs that Musique farre exceed The old Anaicean crown'd with smyling flowers And amorous Sapho on her Lesbian Lute Beauties sweet Scarres and Cupids godhead sing Anto: What be not rauisht with thy fancies doe not Court nothing nor make loue vnto our feares Petro: I st nothing that I say Anto: But empty words Petro: Why thou requir'st some instance of the eye Wilt thou goe with me then and see that world Which either will returne thy old delights Or square thy appetite anew to theirs Anto: Nay I had rather farre beleeue thee here Others ambition such discoueries seeke Faith I am satisfied with the base delights Of common men A wench a house I haue And of my owne a garden I le not change For all your walkes and Ladies and rare fruits Petro: Your pleasures must of force resigne to these In vaine you shunne the sword in vaine the sea In vaine is Nero fear'd or flatered Hether you must and leaue your purchast houses Your new made garden and your blacke browd wife And of the trees thou hast so quaintly set Not one but the displeasant Cipresse shall Goe with thee Anton: Faith 't is true we must at length But yet Petroneus while we may awhile We would enioy them those we haue w' are sure of When that you talke of 's doubfull and to come Petro: Perhaps thou thinkst to liue yet twenty yeeres Which may vnlookt for be cut off as mine If not to endlesse time compar'd is nothing What you endure must euer endure now Nor stay not to be last at table set Each best day of our life at first doth goe To them succeeds diseased age and woe Now die your pleasures and the dayes your pray Your rimes and loues and iests will take away Therefore my sweet yet thou wilt goe with mee And not liue here to what thou wouldst not see Enan: Would y'haue me then kill my selfe and die And goe I know not to what places there Petro: What places dost thou feare The 'll fauoured lake they tell thee thou must passe And thy blacke frogs that croake about the brim Enan: O pardon Sir though death affrights a woman Whose pleasures though you timely here diuine The paines we know and see Petron: The paine is lifes death rids that paine away Come boldly there 's no danger in this foord Children passe through it If it be a paine You haue this comfort that you past it are Enan: Yet all as well as I are loath to die Petron Iudge them by deed you see them doe 't apace Enan: I but t is loathly and against their wils Petro. Yet know you not that any being dead Repented them and would haue liu'd againe They then there errors saw and foolish prayers But you are blinded in the loue of life Death is but sweet to them that doe approach it To me as one that taken with Delphick rage When the diuining God his breast doth fill He sees what others cannot standing by It seemes a beauteous and a pleasant thing Where is my deaths Phisitian Phisi: Here my Lord Petro: Art ready Phisi: I my Lord Petro And I for thee Nero my end shall mocke thy tyranny Exeunt Finis Actus Quarti Actus Quintus Enter Nero Nimphidius Tigellinus Neophilus Epaporoditus and other attendants Nero ENough is wept Poppaea for thy death Enough is bled so many teares of others Wailing their losses haue wipt mine away Who in the common funerall of the world Can mourne on death Tigell: Besides your Maiestie this benefit In their diserued punishment shall reape From all attempts hereafter to be freed Conspiracy is now for euer dasht Tumult supprest rebellion out of heart In Pisoes death danger it selfe did die Nimph: Piso that thought to climbe by bowing downe By giuing a way to thriue and raising others To become great himselfe hath now by death Giuen quiet to your thoughts and feare to theirs That shall from treason their aduancement plot Those dangerous heads that his ambition leand on And they by it crept vp and from their meannesse Thought in this stirre to rise aloft are off Now peace and safetie waite vpon your throne Securitie hath wall'd your seat about There is no place for feare left Nero Why I neuer feard them Nimph: That was your fault Your Maiestie must giue vs leaue to blame Your dangerous courage and that noble soule Too prodigall of it selfe Nero A Princes mind knowes neither feare nor hope The beames of royall Maiestie are such As all eyes are with it amaz'd and weakened But it with nothing I at first contemn'd Their weake deuises and faint enterprise Why thought they against him to haue preuail'd Whose childhood was from Messalinas spight By Dragons that the earth gaue vp preseru'd Such guard my cradle had for fate had then Pointed me out to be what now I am Should all the Legions and the prouinces In one vnited against me conspire I could disperce them with one angry eye My brow 's an host of men Come Tigellinus Let turne this bloody banquet Piso meant vs Vnto a merry feast wee le drinke and challenge Fortune whos 's that Neophilus Enter a Roman Neoph: A Currier from beyond the Alpes my Lord Nero Newes of some German victorie belike Or Britton ouerthrow Neoph: The Letters come from France Nimp: Why smiles your Maiestie Nero So I smile I should be afraid there 's one In Armes Nimphidius Nimp: What arm'd against your Maiestie Nero Our Lieuetenant of the Prouince Iulius Vindex Tigell: Who that guiddy French-man Nimp: His Prouince is disarm'd my Lord he hath No legion not a souldier vnder him Epaph: One that by blood and rapine would repaire His state consum'd in vanities and lust Enter another Roman Tigell: He would not find out three to follow him A mess More newes my Lord Nero Is it of Vindex that thou hast to say Mess: Vindex is vp and with him France in Armes The Noble men and people throng to th' cause Money and Armour Cities doe conferre The contrey doth send in prouision Yong men bring bodies old men lead them forth Ladies doe coine their Iewels into pay The sickle now is fram'd into a sword And drawing horses are to manage