rest of your estates Adiudgde to death with certaine warrantize should then so small a towne my Lord as this Hazard their fortunes to supplie your wants Marius VVhy Citizens and what is Marius I tell you not so base as to dispaire Yea able to withstand ingratitudes Tell me of foolish lawes decreede at Rome To please the angrie humors of my foe Beleeue me Lords I know and am assurde That magnanimitie can neuer feare And fortitude so conquer silly fate As scilla when he hopes to haue my head May hap ere long on sodaine lose his owne Pausanius A hope beseeming Marius but I feare Too strange to haue a short and good euent Marius VVhy sir Pausanius haue not you beheld Campania plaines fulfild with greater foes Than is that wanton milke-sop natures scorne Base minded men to liue in perfect hope VVhose thoughts are shut within your cottage eues Refuse not Marius that must fauour you For these are parts of vnaduised men VVith present feare to lose a perfect friend That can will may controwle commaund subdue That brauing boy that thus bewitcheth you Fauorinus How gladly would we succour you my Lord But that we feare Marius VVhat the Moone-shine in the water Thou wretched stepdame of my fickle state Are these the guerdons of the greatest minds To make them hope and yet betray their hap To make them clime to ouerthrow them straight Accurst thy wreake thy wrath thy bale thy wheele That makst me sigh the sorrowes that I feele Vntroden paths my feete shall rather trace Than wrest my succours from inconstant hands Rebounding Rocks shall rather ring my ruth Than these Campanian piles where terrors bide And nature that hath lift my throne so hie Shall witnes Marius triumphs if he die But shee that gaue the Lictors rod and axe To wait my sixe times Consulship in Rome will not pursue where erst she flattered so Minturnum then farewell for I must goe But thinke for to repent you of your no Pausa: Nay stay my Lord and daine in priuate here To waight a message of more better worth Your age and trauels must haue some releefe And be not wroth for greater men than we Haue feared Rome and Romaine tirranie Marius You talke it now like men confirmde in faith well let me trie the fruits of your discourse For care my minde and paine my bodie wrongs Pausanius Then Fauorinus shut his Lordship vp within some secret chamber in the state Meane while we will consult to keepe him safe And worke some secret meanes for his supplie Marius Be trustie Lords if not I can but die Exit Ma. Pausanius Poore haples Romaine little wottest thou The wearie end of thine oppressed life Lucius Why my Pausanius what imports these words Pausanius Oh Lucius age hath printed in my thoughts A memorie of many troubles past The greatest townes and Lords of Asia Haue stood on tickle tearmes through simple truth The Rhodian records weil can witnes this Then to preuent our meanes of ouerthrow Finde out some stranger that may sodainely Enter the chamber where as Marius lies And cut him short the present of whose head Shall make the Romaines praise vs for our truth And Scilla prest to graunt vs priuiledge Lucius A barbarous act to wrong the men that trust Pausanius In Countries cause in iustice proueth iust Come Lucius let not sillie thought of right Subiect our Citie to the Romaines might For why you know in Marius onely end Rome will reward and scilla will be frend Lucius Yet all successions will vs discommend Exeunt Enter Marius the younger Cethegus Lectorius with other Romaine Lords and souldiers Young Marius The way ward Ladie of this wicked world That leads in luckles triumph wretched men My Romaine friends hath forced our desires And framde our minds to brooke too base reliefe VVhat land or Libian desert is vnsought To finde my father Marius and your friend Yea they whom true relent could neuer touch These fierce Numidians hearing our mishaps VVeepe flouds of mone to waile our wretched fates Thus we that erst with terrors did attaint The Bactrian bounds and in our Romaine warres Enforst the barbarous borderers of the Alpes To tremble with the terrors of our looks Now flie poore men affrighted with our harmes Seeking amidst the desert rocks and dens For him that whilom in our Capitoll Euen with a becke commaunded Asia Thou wofull sonne of such a famous man Vnsheath thy sword conduct these warlike men To Rome vnhappie Mistris of our harmes And there since tyrants powre hath thee opprest And robd thee of thy father friends and all So die vndaunted killing of thy foes That were the offspring of these wretched woes Lectorius VVhy how now Marius will you mate vs thus That with content aduenture for your loue VVhy Noble youth resolue your selfe on this That sonne and father both haue friends in Rome That seeke olde Marius rest and your reliefe Marius Lectorius friends are geason now adaies And grow to fume before they tast the fire Aduersities bereauing mans auailes They flie like feathers dallying in the winde They rise like bubbles in a stormie raine Swelling in words and flying faith and deedes Cethegus How fortunate art thou my louely Lord That in thy youth maist reape the fruits of age And hauing lost occasions hold-fast now Maist learne hereafter how to entertaine her well But sodaine hopes doo swarme about my hart Be merry Romaines see where from the Coast A wearie messenger doth poast him fast Enter Cinnas slaue with a letter inclosed posting in hast Lectorius It should be Cinnas slaue or els I erre For in his forhead I behold the scar Wherewith he marketh still his barbarous swaines Marius Oh stay him good Lectorius for me seeme His great post hast some pleasure should present Lectorius Sirra art thou of Rome Slaue Perhaps Sir no Lectorius VVithout perhaps say Sirra is it so Slaue This is Lectorius Marius friend I trow Yet were I best to learne the certainetie Lest some dissembling foes should me disery Marius Sirra leaue off this foolish dalliance Lest with my sword I wake you from your trance slaue Oh happie man Oh labours well atchieude How hath this chance my wearie lims reuiude Oh Noble Marius Oh Princelie Marius Marius what meanes this Pesant by his great reioice slaue Oh worthy Romaine many months haue past Since Cinna now the Consul and my Lord Hath sent me forth to seeke thy friends and thee All Libia with our Romaine Presidents Numidia full of vnfrequented waies These wearie limbs haue troad to seeke you out And now occasion pitying of my paines I late arriude vpon this wished shore Found out a Sailer borne in Capua That told me how your Lordship past this way Marius A happie labor worthie some reward How fares thy master what 's the newes at Rome Slaue Pull out the pike from off this iauelin top And there are tidings for these Lords and thee Marius A pollicie beseeming Cynna well Lectorius read and
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
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
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
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
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
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
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