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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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there Beat a fresh charge Enter Asdrubal his sword drawne reading a letter Gisco follows him Asd. Sound the retraite respect your health braue Prince The waste of blood throw's palenes on your face Ma. By light my harts not pale O my lou'd father We bleed for Carthage Balsum to my woundes We bleede for Carthage shal s restore the fight My squadron of Massulians yet stands firme Asd. The day lookes off from Carthage cease all arms A modest temperance is the life of armes Take our best surgeon Gisco he is sent From Carthage to attend your chance of warre Gis. We promise sudden ease Ma. Thy cōforts good Asd. That nothing can secure vs but thy blood Infuse it in his wound t' will worke amaine Gis. O Ioue Asd. What Ioue thy God must be thy gain And as for me Apollo Pythean Thou know'st a statist must not be a man Exit Adru Enter Gelosso disguised like an olde soldier deliuering to Massinissa as he preparing to be dressed by Gisco letter which Massinissa reading starts and speakes to Gisco Ma. Forbeare how art thou cald Gi. Gisco my Lord Mas. Vm Gisco ha touch not mine arme most onely man to Gelasso Sirrha sirrha art poore Gi. not poore Ma. Nephew cōmand Massinissa begins to drane Our troupes of horse make indisgraced retraite Trot easie off not poore Iugurth giue charge My souldiers stand in square battalia Exit Iugurth Intirely of themselues Gisco th' art old T is time to leaue off murder thy faint breath Scarce heaues thy ribs thy gummy bloud-shut eyes Are sunke a great way in thee thy lanke skinne Slides from thy fleshlesh veines be good to men Iudge him yee Gods I had not life to kill So base a Creature hold Gisco liue The God-like part of Kings is to forgiue Gis. Command astonishd Gisco Mas. No returne Haste vnto Carthage quit thy abiect feares Massinissa knowes no vse of murderers Enter Iugurth amazde his sword drawne Speake speake let terror strike slaues mute Much danger makes great hartes most resolute Iug. Vnkle I feare foule armes my selfe beheld Syphax on high speed run his well breathde horse Direct to Cirta that most beauteous Citty Of all his kingdome whilst his troupes of horse With careles trot pace gently toward our campe As friendes to Carthage stand on guard deere vnckle For Asdrubal with yet his well rankt armie Bends a deepe threatning brow to vs as if He waited but to ioyne with Syphax horse And hew vs all to peeces O my King My Vncle Father Captaine O ouer All Stand like thy selfe or like thy selfe now fall Thy troups yet hold good ground Vnworthy wounds Betray not Massinissa Ma. Iugurth pluck Pluck so good cuz Iug. O God doe you not feele Mas. Not Iugurth no now all my flesh is steele Gela. Of base disguise High lights scorne not to vew A true old man vp Massinissa throw The lot of battle vpon Syphax troups Before he ioyne with Carthage then amaine Make through to Scipio he yeelds safe abods Spare treacherie and strike the very Gods Mas. Why wast thou borne at Carthage O my fate Diuinest Sophonisba I am full Of much complaint and many passions The least of which expresd would sad the Gods And strike compassion in most ruthlesse hell Vp vnmaimd hart spend all thy greefe and rage Vpon thy foe the fields a soldiers stage On which his action shows If you are iust And hate those that contemne you O you Gods Reuenge worthy your anger your anger O Downe man vp hart stoup Ioue and bend thy chin To thy large brest giue signe th' art pleasd and iust Sweare good mens for heads must not print the dust Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Asdruball Hanno Bytheas As. What Carthage hath decreed Hanno is done Aduauncd and borne was Asdruball for state Onely with it his faith his loue his hate Are of one peece were it my daughters life That fate hath song to Carthage safetie brings What deed so red but hath beene done by Kings Ephiginia he that 's a man for men Ambitious as a God must like a God Liue cleare from passions his full aimde attend Immence to others sole selfe to comprehend Round in 's own globe not to bee claps'd but holds Within him all his hart being of more foldes Then sheeld of Telamon not to be peirced tho struck The God of wisemen is themselues not lucke Enter Gisco See him by whom now Massiuissa is not Gisco i' st done Gis. Your pardon worthy Lord It is not don my heart sunke in my breast His virtue mazd me faintnes seasd me all Some Gods in Kinges that will not let them fall As. His virtue mazde thee vm why now I see Th art that iust man that hath true touch of blood Of pitty and soft piety Forgiue Yes honour thee wee did it but to trye What sense thou hadst of blood goe Bytheas Take him into our priuate treasurie And cut his throate the slaue hath all betraide By. Are you assured As. A feard for this I know Who thinketh to buy villany with golde Shall euer find such faith so bought so solde Reward him thorowly A shoute the Cornets giuing a florish Han. What meanes this shoute Asd. Hanno t is don Scyphax reuolt by this Hath securd Carthage and now his force come in And ioynde with vs giue Massinissa charge And assured slaughter O ye powers forgiue Through rottenst dung best plāts both sprout liue By blood vines grow Ha. But yet thinke Asdruball T is fit at least you beare greefes outward showe It is your kinsman bleedes what neede men knowe Your hand is in his wounds t is well in state To doe close ill but voide a publique hate Asd. Tush Hanno let me prosper let routs prate My power shall force their silence or my hate Shall skorne their idle malice men of waight Know he that feares enuy let him cease to raigne The peoples hate to some hath bin their gaine For how so ere a Monarke faines his partes Steale anie thing from Kinges but subiects hartes Enter Carthalo leading in bound Gelosso Ca. Gard gard the campe make to the trench stand firme As. The Gods of boldnes with vs how runs chance Ca. Think think how wretched thou canst be thou art Short wordes shall speake long woes Ge. marke Asdruball Ca. Our bloody plot to Massinissas eare Vntimely by this Lord was all betraide Ge. By me it was by mee vile Asdruball I to spea kt As. Downe slaue Ge. I cannot fall Car. Our traines disclosd straight to his well vsde armes He tooke himselfe rose vp with all his force On Syphax careles troupes Syphax beeing hurried Before to Cirta feareles of successe impatient Sophonisba to inioy Gelosso rides to head of all our squadrons Commandes make stand in thy name Asdruball In mine in his in all dull rest our men Whilst Massinissa now with more then fury Chargeth the loose and much amazed rankes Of absent Syphax who with broken shoute In vaine expecting