I want it I who had once the plenty of the Earth Now want a Root and Water Go my Boy And see who 'll give a Morsell to poor Marius Nay I 'll not starve no I will plunge in Riot Wallow in Plenty Drink I 'll drink I 'll drink Give me that Goblet hither .... Here 's a Health To all the Knaves and Senators in Rome Mar jun. Repose your self a while till we return Mar. sen. I will but prithee let me rave a little Go prithee go and don't delay I 'll rest Ex. Mar. jun. As thou shalt Rome if e're my Fortune raise me ..... Enter Lavinia Another Murth'rer this brings smiling Fate A deadly Snake cloath'd in a dainty Skin Lavin I 've wander'd up and down these Woods and Meadows Till I have lost my way ..... Against a tall young slender well-grown Oak Leaning I found Lavinia in the Bark My Marius should not be far hence Mar. sen. What art Thou That dar'st to name that wretched Creature Marius Lavin Do not be angry Sir what e're thou art I am a poor unhappy Woman driven By Fortune to pursue my banish'd Lord. Mar. sen. By thy dissembling Tone thou shouldst be Woman And Roman too Lavin Indeed I am Mar. sen. A Roman If thou art so be gone lest Rage with Strength Assist my Vengeance and I rise and kill thee Lavin My Father is it you Mar. sen. Now thou art Woman For Lies are in thee I am I thy Father I ne'r was yet so curst none of thy Sex E're sprung from me My Offspring all are Males The Nobler sort of Beasts entit'led Men. Lavin I am your Daughter if your Son 's my Lord. Have you ne'r heard Lavinia's name in Rome That wedded with the Son of Marius Mar. sen. Hah Art thou that fond that kind and doting thing That lest her Father for a banisht Husband Come near And let me bless thee though thy Name 's my Foe Lavin Alas my Father you seem much opprest Your Lips are parcht bloud-shot your Eyes and sunk Will you partake such Fruits as I have gather'd Taste Sir this Peach and this Pomegranate both are Ripe and refreshing Mar. sen. What all this from Thee Thou Angel whom the Gods have sent to aid me I don't deserve thy Bounty Lavin Here Sir 's more I found a Crystall Spring too in the Wood And took some Water 't is most soft and cool Mar. sen. An Emperour's Feast but I shall rob thee Lavin No I 've eat and slak'd my Thirst. But where 's my Lord My dearest Marius Mar. sen. To th' neighbouring Village He 's gone to beg his Father's Dinner Daughter Lavin Will you then call me Daughter will you own it I 'm much o'repaid for all the Wrongs of Fortune But surely Marius can't be brought to want I 've Gold and Jewels too and they 'l buy Food Enter Marius junior Mar. sen. See here my Marius what the Gods have sent us See thy Lavinia Mar. jun. Hah They run and embrace Mar. sen. What dumb at meeting Mar. jun. Why weeps my Love Lavin I cannot speak Tears so obstruct my Words And choak me with unutterable Joy Mar. jun. Oh my Heart's Joy Lavin My Soul Mar. jun. But hast thou left Thy Father's House the Pomp and State of Rome To follow desart Misery Lavin I come To bear a part in every thing that 's thine Be 't Happiness or Sorrow In these Woods Whilst from pursuing Enemies you 're safe I 'll range about and find the Fruits and Springs Gather cool Sedges Daffadills and Lillies And softest Camomill to make us Beds Whereon my Love and I at night will sleep And dream of better Fortune Enter Granius and Servant with Wine and Meat Mar. sen. Yet more Plenty Sure Comus the God of Feasting haunts these Woods And means to entertain us as his Guests Servant I am sent hither Marius from my Lord Sextilius the Praetor to relieve thee And warn thee that thou straight depart this place Else he the Senate's Edict must obey And treat thee as the Foe of Rome Mar. sen. But did he Did he Sextilius bid thee say all this Was he too proud to come and see his Master That rais'd him out of nothing Was he not My menial Servant once and wip'd these Shoes Ran by my Chariot-wheels my Pleasures watcht And fed upon the Voidings of my Table Durst he affront me with a sordid Alms And send a saucy Message by a Slave Hence with thy Scraps back to thy Teeth I dash ' em Be gone whilst thou art safe Hold stay a little Serv. What Answer would you have me carry back Mar. sen. Go to Sextilius tell him thou hast seen Poor Caius Marius banish'd from his Country Sitting in Sorrow on the naked Earth Amidst an ample Fortune once his own Where now he cannot claim a Turf to sleep on Ex. Servant How am I fallen Musick sure the Gods Soft Musick Are mad or have design'd to make me so Enter Martha Well what art Thou Marth Am I a Stranger to thee Martha's my name the Syrian Prophetess That us'd to wait upon thee with good Fortune Till banish'd out of Rome for serving Thee I 've ever since inhabited these Woods And search'd the deepest Arts of wise Foreknowledge Mar. sen. I know thee now most well When thou wert gone All my good Fortune left me My lov'd Vulturs That us'd to hover o're my happy Head And promise Honour in the day of Battel Have since bin seen no more Ev'n Birds of prey Forsake unhappy Marius Men of prey Pursue him still Hast thou no Hopes in store Marth A hundred Spirits wait upon my will To bring me Tidings from th' Earth's farthest Corners Of all that happens out in States and Councils I tell thee therefore Rome is once more thine The Consuls have had Blows and Cinna's beaten Who with his Army comes to find thee out To lead him back with Terrour to that City Mar. sen. Speak on Marth Nay e're thou think'st it he will be with thee But let thy Sons and these fair Nymphs retire Whilst I relieve thy wearied Eyes with Sleep And chear thee in a Dream with promis'd Fate Mar. jun. Come my Lavinia Granius wee 'll withdraw To some cool Shade and wonder at our Fortune Ex. Martha waves her Wand .... A Dance Mar. sen. O Rest thou Stranger to my Senses welcome Enter Servant and a Russian Serv. Ten Attick Talents shall be thy Reward Sextilius gives 'em thee Dispatch him safely Ruff. Fear not he never wakes agen Mar. sen. No more I 'll hear no more Metellus live no no He dies he dies So bear him to the Tiber And plunge him to the bottom Hah Antonius Where are my Guards dispatch that talking Knave That when he should be doing publick Service Consumes his time in Speeches to the Rabble And sows Sedition in a City Down Down with Pompeius too that call'd me Traitour Hah art thou there welcome once more old Marius To Rome's Tribunall Ruff.
seems too rash too unadvis'd and sudden Too like the Lightning which does cease to be E're one can say it is Therefore this time Good night my Marius may a happier hour Bring us to crown our Wishes Mar. jun. Why wilt thou leave me so unsatisfy'd Lavin What wouldst thou have Mar. jun. Th' Exchange of Love for mine Lavin I gave thee mine before thou didst request it And yet I wish I could retrieve it back Mar. jun. Why Lavin But to be frank and give it thee agen My Bounty is as boundless as the Sea My Love as deep the more I give to Thee The more I have for both are Infinite I hear a Noise within Farewell my Marius Or stay a little and I 'll come agen Mar. jun. Stay sure for ever Lavin Three words and Marius then good night indeed If that thy Love be honourably meant Thy purpose Marriage send me word to morrow And all my Fortunes at thy feet I 'll lay Nurse within Madam Lavin I come anon But if thou mean'st not well I do beseech thee Nurse within Madam Madam .... Lavin By and by I come To cease thy Suit and leave me to my Griefs To morrow I will send ..... Exit Mar. jun. So thrive my Soul Is not all this a Dream Too lovely sweet and flatt'ring to be true Re-enter Lavinia Lavin Hist Marius hist. Oh for a Falkner's voice To Lure this Tassell-gentle back agen Restraint has Fears and may not speak aloud Else would I tear the Cave where Echo lies With repetition of my Marius Mar. jun. It is my Love that calls me back agen How sweetly Lovers voices sound by night Like softest Musick to attending ears Lavin Marius Mar. jun. My dear Lavin What a clock to morrow Mar. jun. At the hour of nine Lavin I will not fail 'T is twenty years till then Why did I call thee back Mar. jun. Let me here stay till thou remember'st why Lavin The Morning 's breaking I wou'd have thee gone And yet no farther then a Wanton's Bird That lets it hop a little from his hand To pull it by its Fetters back agen Mar. jun. Would I were thine Lavin Indeed and so would I. Yet I should kill thee sure with too much cherishing No more ... Good night Mar. jun. There 's such sweet Pain in parting That I could hang for ever on thy Arms And look away my life into thy Eyes Lavin To morrow will come Mar. jun. So it will Good night Heav'n be thy Guard and all its Blessings wait thee ... Ex. Lavin To morrow 't is no longer but Desires Are swift and longing Love wou'd lavish time To morrow oh to morrow till that come The tedious Hours move heavily away And each long Minute seems a lazy Day Already Light is mounted in the Air Striking it self through every Element Our Party will by this time be abroad To try the Fate of Marius and Rome Love and Renown sure court me thus together Smile smile ye Gods and give Success to both Exit SCENE the Forum Enter Four Citizens 3. Cit. WEll Neighbours now we are hear what must we doe 1. Cit. Why you must give your Vote for Caius Marius to be Consul and if any body speaks against you knock 'em down 2. Cit. The truth on 't is there 's nothing like a Civil Government where good Subjects may have leave to knock Brains out to maintain Privileges 3. Cit. Look you .... but what 's this Sylla this Sylla I 've heard great talk of him .... He 's a damnable fighting fellow they say but hang him ... he 's a Lord. 1. Cit. Ay so he is Neighbours and I know not why any one should be a Lord more then another I care not for a Lord what good do they doe nothing but run in our debts and ly with our Wives 4. Cit. Why there 's a Grievande now I have three Boys at home no more mine then Rome's mine They are all fair curl'dhair Cupids and I am an honest black tawny Kettle-fac'd Fellow .... I 'll ha' no Lords ... Drum and Trumpets 1. Cit. Hark! hark Drums and Trumpets Drums and Trumpets They are coming Be you sure you roar out for a Marius and doe as much mischief as you can Enter Marius senior and his Sons Marius born upon the Shoulders of two Roman Slaves Sulpitius at the head of the Guards Trumpets Sulpit. Harken ye men of Rome I I Sulpitius Your Tribune and Protectour of your Freedoms By virtue of that Office here have call'd you To chuse a Consul Mithridates King of Pontus has begun a War upon us Invaded our Allies our Edicts violated And threatens Rome it self Whom will you chuse To lead you forth in this most glorious War Marius or Sylla All Cit. A Marius a Marius a Marius Mar. sen. Countrymen And Fellow-citizens my Brethren all Or if it may be thought a dearer name My Sons my Children glory of my Age I come not hither arm'd to force your Suffrage As Sylla does to enter Rome with Pow'r As if he meant a Triumph o're his Country I have not made a Party in the Senate To bring you into Slavery or load Your Necks with the hard Yoak of Lordly pow'r I am no Noble but a Free-born man A Citizen of Rome as all you are A Lover of your Liberties and Laws Your Rights and Privileges Witness here These Wounds which in your Service I have got And best plead for me ..... All Cit. Marius Marius Marius No Sylla no Sylla no Sylla Sulpit. No more remains Most honourable Consul but that straight you mount Tile Seat-Tribunall .... Lictors bring your Rods Axes and Fasces and present 'em here Hall Caius Marius Consul of the War Trumpets Enter Metellus Cinna Antonius Quintus Pompeius his Son c. Guards Metell See Romans there the Ruine of your Freedome The blazing Meteor that bodes ill to Rome Oppression Tyranny A varice and Pride All center in that melancholick Brow If you are mad for Slavery long to try The weight of abs'lute Chains once more proclaim him And shout so loud till Mithridates hear And laugh to think your Throats fit for his Sword Take Me take all your Senatours and drag Us headlong to the Tiber .... plunge us in And bid adieu to Liberty for ever Then turn and fall before your new-made God Bring your Estates your Children and your Wives And lay 'em at the feet of his Ambition This you must doe and well it will become Such Slaves who sell their Charters for a Holiday Cit. No Marius no Marius Metell Quintus Pompeius in the Senate's name As Consul we command thee to demand Justice of Marius and proclaim him Traitour Q. Pomp. Descend then Marius Traitour to the State And Liberty of Rome and hear thy Sentence Mar. sen. Now by the Gods this Cause is worthy of me Worthy my Fate Is this the Right and Liberty of Rome To pull its lawfull Consul from his Seat Unjudg'd and brand him with
I 'm all desire to stay no will to go How is 't my Soul let 's talk It is not Day Lavin Oh! it is it is .... Fly hence away my Marius It is the Lark and out of tune she sings With grating Discords and unpleasing Strainings Some say the Lark and loathsome Toad change Eyes Now I could wish they had chang'd Voices too Or that a Lethargy had seiz'd the Morning And she had slept and never wak'd agen To part me from th' Embraces of my Love What shall become of Me when Thou art gone Mar. jun. The Gods that heard our Vows and know our Loves Seing my Faith and thy unspotted Truth Will sure take care and let no Wrongs annoy thee Upon my Knees I 'll ask 'em every day How my Lavinia does and every night In the severe Distresses of my Fate As I perhaps shall wander through the Desart And want a place to rest my weary Head on I 'll count the Stars and bless 'em as they shine And court 'em all for my Lavinia's Safety Lavin Oh Banishment eternal Banishment Ne'r to return must we ne'r meet agen My Heart will break I cannot think that Thought And live Cou'd I but see to th' end of Woe There were some Comfort .... but eternall Torment Is even insupportable to Thought It cannot be that we shall part for ever Mar. jun. No for my Banishment may be recall'd My Father once more hold a Pow'r in Rome Then shall I boldly claim Lavinia mine Whilst happiest men shall envy at the Blessing And Poets write the Wonders of our Loves Lavin If by my Father's Cruelty I 'm forc'd When left alone to yield to Sylla's Claim Defenseless as I am and thou far from me If as I must I rather dy then suffer 't What a sad Tale will that be when 't is told thee I know not what to fear or hope or think Or say or doe I cannot let thee go Mar. jun. A Thousand things would to this purpose said But sharpen and add weight to parting Sorrow Oh my Lavinia if my Heart e're stray .... Kneels Or any other Beauty ever charm me If I live not entirely onely thine In that curst moment when my Soul forsakes thee May I be hither brought a Captive bound T' adorn the Triumph of my basest Foe Lavin And if I live not faithfull to the Lord Of my first Vows my dearest onely Marius May I be brought to Poverty and Scorn Hooted by Slaves forth from thy gates O Rome Till flying to the Woods t' avoid my Shame Sharp Hunger Cold or some worse Fate destroy me And not one Tree vouchsafe a Leaf to hide me Mar. jun. What needs all this Lavin Oh! I could find out things To talk to thee for ever Mar. jun. Weep not the time We had to stay together has bin employ'd In richest Love ..... Lavin We ought to summon all The spirit of soft Passion up to chear Our Hearts thus lab'ring with the pangs of Parting Oh my poor Marius Mar. jun. Ah my kind Lavinia Lavin But dost thou think we e're shall meet agen Mar. jun. I doubt it not and all these Woes shall serve For sweet Discourses in our time to come Lavin Alas I have an ill-divining Soul Methinks I see thee now thou' rt from my Arms Like a stark Ghost with Horrour in thy Visage Either my Eye-sight fails or thou look'st pale Mar. jun. And trust me Love in my Eye so dost Thou Dry Sorrow drinks our Bloud .... Farewell Lavin Farewell then Ex. Mar. jun. Nurse within Madam Lavin My Nurse Nurse within Your Father 's up and Day-light broke abroad Be wary look about you ..... Lavin Hah is he gone My Lord my Husband Friend I must hear from thee every day i' th' hour For absent Minutes seem as many Days Oh! by this reck'ning I shall be most old E're I agen behold my Marius Nay Gone too already 't was unkindly done I had not yet imparted half my Soul Not a third part of its sond jealous Fears But I 'll pursue him for 't and be reveng'd Hang such a tender Tale about his Heart Shall make it tingle as his Life were stung Nay too .... I 'll love him never never leave him Fond as a Child and resolute as Man Ex. Lavin Enter Metellus musing Metell Sylla this morning parts from hence to Capua To head that Army Cinna must be Consul .... Ay Cinna must be He 's a busy fellow Knows how to tell a story to the Rabble Hates Marius too that that 's the dearest point I hope the Snares for Marius laid may take him A hundred horse are in pursuit to find him And if they catch him his Head 's safe that 's certain Octavius will be the other .... be it so An honest simple downright-dealing Lord A little too Religious that 's his fault Enter a Servant What now Servant A Letter left you by a Lictor Who told us that it came from the Lord Sylla Metellus reads the Letter BLame not Sir my parting So suddenly just now I 've had advice Of some Disturbance in the Camp at Capua Commend my tender'st Faith to fair Lavinia You 're Sylla 's Advocate with her and Rome Enter Nurse Well Nurse Nurse My Lord. Metell How does my Daughter Nurse Truly very ill She has not slept a wink Nothing but toss'd and tumbled all this night I left her just now slumbering This Lord Sylla does so run in her Head Metell Oh! were he in her Heart Nurse Nurse Were he Why she thinks of nothing else talks of nothing else dreams of nothing else She would needs have me ly with her th' other night But about midnight I 'll swear it wak'd me out of a sweet Nap she takes me fast in her Arms and cries Oh my Lord Sylla but are you will you be true then sigh'd and so stretcht .... I swear I was half afraid Metell She 's strangely alter'd then This Morning two new Consuls must be chosen If they are true those tidings thou hast brought me Wait while she wakes and tell her 't is my pleasure At my return from th' Forum that I see her .... Ex. Metell Nurse So so here will be sweet doings in time How many hundred lies a day must I tell to keep this Family at peace Enter Lavinia Lavin Oh Nurse where art thou is my Father gone Nurse Gone yes and would I were gone too Lavin Why dost thou sigh what cause hast thou to wish so Wert thou distrest unfortunate as I am Thou hadst then cause What shall I doe Oh how alone am I I walk methinks as half of me were lost Yet like a maim'd Bird flutter flutter on And fain wou'd find a Hole to hide my head in Nurse ' Odds my Boddikins but why thus drest Madam why in this pickle say you now Lavin Seem not to wonder nor dare to oppose me For I am desperate and resolv'd to Death In this unhappy wayward humble Dress After my