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
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
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