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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16636	The tragicomoedi of the vertuous Octauia. Done by Samuel Brandon. 1598; Virtuous Octavia	Brandon, Samuel, fl. 1598.	1598 (1598)	STC 3544; ESTC S104635	47,881	130

beside Make me the obiect of their wondring eyes Thus I that was more happy then the rest And did excell in glory and renoune With more then most disgrace shall be supprest No fall like his that falleth from a crowne And that which nature grantes the meanest wight They cannot loose which haue the conquest wonne Yet with this strange Dylemma workes my spight Who s'euer winne Octauia is vndone Great Empresse this bright sunne can witnes well So can these heauens before whose powers I stand That gainst our mindes Caesar doth vs compell This enterprize you see to take in hand But for my selfe and if the case be such That but report is auctor of this iarre If Caesars honor may be free from touch Of any staine relinquishing the warre I le doe my best and what I may perswade To lay downe armes wherein if I preuaile A perfect league of friendship shall be made That may the fury of this tempest quaile And pardon me deare soueraigne though my speech Include exceptions in this doubtfull wise I may not Caesar mooue nor him beseech What may his maiestie disroyallize This said behold my hand my sword my soule Heere humbly prostrate at your princely feete What you commaund let none dare to controule This Caesar will and this we thinke most meete Arg. Madam your speech I thinke doth not extend To the disparagement of your owne bloud And sooner shall my life haue finall end Then I refuse to doe your highnes good Though last my speech yet second vnto none Is my desire t'effectuate your will But loe where Caesar comes himselfe alone Arme we our tongues with words our words with skil Caes. Fayer issue of renoun'd Octauius race My second selfe Roomes glorious Empresse Behold vs all assembled heere in place To worke your safety and your wrongs redresse Your Lord Antonius as we heare doth threate To power sharpe stormes of deep reuenging Ire Vpon our heads and make th' imperiall seate His sole possession ere he hence retyre But let him know though finely he pretend To guilde iniustice with a Princes name Though he triumph in words yet ere I end What he begins he may repent the same Oct My gracious Lord high words doe but encrease The flame of vallour in incensed mindes Leaue armes my Lord and let vs treate of peace Who best doth speed in war smal safety findes Ful wel the world your noble worth hath knowne Let not new dangers needlesse tropheies raise Let not th' effect of hateful deeds be showne Against my Lord who may deserue your praise Caes. Shal he be prais'd that is become our foe Staine of our name foile of the Romaine state A seruile man contriuer of our woe And from all honor doth degenerate Nay what is more t is said he doth pretend To worke our ruine and our fatal end Octa. Can foule suspition then and false report In wisedomes confines holde so large a place That it can foyle our reason in such sort To fly the good and worke his owne disgrace The auncient Romaines wont to draw their swordes To purchase honor of their stoutest foes But you whose groundes are vaine surmized words By seeking honor shall your honors loose Fame hath two wings the one of false report The other hath some plumes of veritie Why then should doubtful rumour raise a forte Of mortall hate against my Lord and me Suppose he rais'd as you haue done a power He to defend not to offend his friend The heauens forbid that any fatall hower Should your proceedings turne t'vnhappy end Vnhappy no he neuer falles amisse That foiles his foe before his final ende High honor not long life the treasure is Which noble mindes without respect defend Oct. The prize of honor is not alwaies bloud Cae. T is honor all whose end imports our good Oct. O wretched state where men make haste to dye Cae. True valour feeles nor griefe nor misery Oct. He is your brother be not then vnkinde Cae. Iustice not pitty fits a Princes minde Oct. He hath done nothing spare an innocent Cae. He doth too much that beares a false entent Oct. You both are stronge and both will buy it deare Cae. I arm'd with iustice know not how to feare Oct. O Caesar shall my heart be made a stage For you to play a bloudie tragedie Shall fearce misfortune breathing spitefull rage Make me vicegerent of all misery If both of you misled in ●…rrours maze Doe seeke reuenge of misconceiued wrongs For your owne sakes out of your fancies raze The spots of mallice grafted with your tongues But if mischance haue offered disgrace To eyther party O let me entreate That for my sake kinde pardon may deface A fault so small with breath of words made great Caes Bright lamp of vertue honors liuing flame Whosoeuer winne you can no losse sustaine Whom partiall fortune list to crowne with fame His be the day the triumph and the gaine The victor must be eyther your owne Lord Or els your brother who will both consent To trie their fortunes with the dinte of sword But shield you as the worlds chiefe ornament If both we fall which hap the heauens forbid All that suruiue are subiect to your will Your birth your state your vertues are not hid But knowne and lo●…'d and will be honored still no ear so deaf which hath not heard your name Whose eares haue heard their mindes your worth admire Whose minds admire their harts loue doth enflame And winnes them subiect to your owne desire No perils threaten you you need not feare Octa. But many you and I their burthen beare Caes. T is reason I none els my griefes sustaine Octa. Where nature forceth reason is but vaine And therefore Caesar heere I thee beseech By these same scepter-bearing hands of mine By these same teares true witnes of my speech By that same princely port and grace of thine By all the loue thou bearest to Acciaes ghost By all the rightes that louing mindes hold deare Lay armes aside dismisse this puisant hoast Let friendly truce release my minde of feare If not I le drowne my life in these same teares And tyre with plaints the Pandionian birdes Tyre th' Halciones with griefe that beares To high a straine for highest clyming words I le make the sunne for pitty cloath his steedes In sorrows liuery and disdaine your sight Force niggard Pluto with my wofull deeds To entertaine my soules disgraced flight Else will I flie and shrowde my face from shame Where Pyndus hides his head amongst the starres Or where ambitious Othris wanting flame Of heauenly lamps the cloudes swift motion barres Ought will I doe before these eies behold Death's vissage painted in that princelie face Before I le see captiuitie lay holde On those faire lims which merit highest grace Before I le see their bloudie weapons drinke The nectar of thy life or Iuorie stain'd With vgly gore O let me neuer thinke Or hope till then to haue this

suck misfortunes paps Who know nought els of vertue but the name Who seeming wise are snar'd in follyes traps Whose rash attempts breed swift ensuing shame But you heauens day-starre piller of our blisse O want you euer cloudes of discontent You are our ioy we all ioyes all should misse Did not your sunne beames guild our firmament Oct. Did not thy true loue seale this president I should suspect a serpent mongst the flowers And hardly iudge faire wordes from false intent Pore niggard truth rich flattry powres down showrs But loyall Ladies doo you thinke in faith That highest honor ioyes most sweet content Cam. It doth no doubt for high and heauenly saith The prouerbe olde to which I giue consent Oct. Thē heare me speake what I shal say by proofe And what experience printed in my hart Perhaps a story for your owne behoofe Where I my selfe haue played an actors part In youthe I thought though falsly thought that best Which fairest seemde and my aspyring minde Disdaind though not with pride that there should rest Amean borne thought within my thoughts confin'd Treading this path I was at last desired By Lord Marcellus for his spouse and wife Marcellus he whose worthie fame aspyred To th' highest toppe of honor during life If wealth nurse of delight mought breed content I had no want of store to make me glad My greatnesse did ambitious thoughts preuent Such high successe Marcellus honours had Proude Carthage knowes his youthfull sword did pay Large tribute of their soules to stygian lake His middle age the stoutest Gaules did fraye Marcellus name made their huge armies quake His ancient yeares made craftie Hanniball Admire the proues and vallour of his foe Thrice bitter name that cursed Canniball By bloudie treason made him life forgoe Fiue times this cittie grac'd my worthy Lord Or rather he them grac'd with Consuls name What they to others suites would scarce afforde They ioyde to see my Lord accept the same Now Ladies to forget my present state Did ioy thinke you this while orecharge my minde I ioyde I must confesse to see how fate With boundes of honor had my life confin'de But when I found how monster enuie feedes On highest honor as his daintiest pray How brightest fier great store of fuell needes To keepe his light and beautie from decay When that I found the musicke of my minde Tunde to the concorde of Marcellus blisse And sawe true vallour had his life assignde To haughtie Mars whose course most dangerous is I liu'd in him he spent his royall dayes In bloudie bosome of life scorning warres Safetie may breede delight not nourish praise Harde is the way from th' earth vnto the starres Whiles thus our state depended on his sworde And thousand thousands sought his finall end Could my true loue in all this time afforde One quiet thought in perfect mirthe to spend So many perils as on earth are found So many dangers as on raging seas So many terrours all my ioyes confound For true loue passions are no weake disease But is this all no more if more may be T is greater care to keepe then get a crowne Vertue dooth raise by small degrees we see Where in a moment Fortune casts vs downe And surely those that liue in greatest place Must take great care to be such as they seeme They are not princes whom sole tytles grace Our princelie vertues we should most esteeme The sandes on Neptunes shores and beamy starres Do not exceede the number of those cares Which in our mindes do stirre vp ciuill warres And crosse delights accountes at vnawares Let this suffice the tempest soonest teares The highest towers and who will mount alofte The more he climes the more his footing feares Often he slides but sildome falleth softe What words can paint the infinite of woes What tongue can halfe those miseries relate Which thundring fortune threatned to impose Vpon my head at Tarent but of late When as mine eyes mought see though loth to see The sunnes with whose eclipse my fortune changed Mine owne deare Lord and brother both to be In mortall armes against each other ranged Which tempest calm'd the storme begins againe On mischiefes maine full sayles mishap doth beare I know not now what doth my Lord detaine But for I know not I know cause to feare To visit him at last I was contented And in those forraine coastes to make appeale But my accesse at Athens he preuented Which makes me thinke more then I will reueale And can I then with sorrowes waight oppressed Thinke to enamell my conceit with ioy Can I that am with fortunes wracke distressed Hope to escape the Ocean of annoy Why this is ioye to taste no scence of death Till dying hower haue stopt our vitall breath Iulia. Ti 's true delight to know no cause of greese Although the outward signes of ioye be small Who most reioycing feeles that inward theefe A stayned conscience findes no ioy at all Cam. Indeede I thinke true ioy a thing seuere Springing from fountaine of a vertuous minde From spotlesse faith and conscience pure and cleare The chiefest good the heauens haue vs assignde For as some weepe that are not passing sad So many laugh that are not rightly glad Geminus Titius Say worthie Titius what rare accident In so short time did bring to happie end The cruell warres which Caesars discontent Gainst Lord Antonius lately did intend How could so many weapons thirsting bloud Be satisfied with vnexpected peace What powerfull starres importun'd vs such good And did their angers tyrranny suppresse Titi. That will I doo my good friend Geminus And much the sooner for that you may know No force or weapons hath procured vs The happy truce wherein we glory now It was the time when the declining sunne Made greatest shew of least performed light And by his swift departure had begun To yeelde his interest to th'encroching night When as the seas euen burthened with our waight Deliuered vs vnto the perfect view Of dreadfull Tarent where for vs did waight Antonius fleete with all their martiall crew There did our drowned anchors make vs stay Within the iawes of dangers tyrranny There we discouered by the flying daye The agents of our threatned misery Who can expresse the horror of that night When darkenesse lent hir robes to monster feare And heauens black mantle banishing the light Made euery thing in ougly forme appeare Vntill Aurora with faire purple flowres Like louing spouse had strawed Tytans waye Whose glorious beames began to guilde the towres As ioyfull post of pleasure-bringing day Then did loude Martiall musicke charme a sleepe Each languishing conceipt in doubtfull brest And new borne comfort now began to creepe In euery minde with causelesse feare opprest Then pride of honor made vs scorne our foes And courage added winges to our desire To present fight we all our selues dispose With bloudie showers to quenche incensed ire But ere our armies had their charge fulfild Ere weapons had