That barborousnes it selfe may well blush at them Where is thy passiō they haue shar'd thy crowne Thy proper right of birth contriu'd thy death Where is thy passion giuen thy beauteous spouse To thy most hated riuall statue not man And last thy freind Gelosso man worth Gods With tortures haue they rēt to death Ma. O Gel. For thee full eyes Sci. No passion for the rest Ma. O Scipio my greefe for him may be expressd by teares But for the rest silence secret anguish Shall wast shall wast Scipio he that can weepe Greeues not like me priuate deepe inward drops Of bloud my heart for Gods rights giue me leaue To be a short time Man Sci. stay prince Ma. I cease Forgiue if I forget thy presence Scipio Thy face makes Massinissa more then man And here before your steddy power a vow As firme as fate I make when I desist To be commaunded by thy virtue Scipio Or fall from frend of Romes reuenging Gods Aflict me worth your torture I haue giuen Of passion and of faith my heart Sci. To counsel then Greefe fits weake hearts reuenging virtue men Thus I thinke fit before that Syphax know How deepely Carthage sinkes le ts beat swift march Vp euen to Cirta and whilst Syphax snores With his late thine Ma. With mine no Scipio Libea hath poyson aspes kniues to much earth To make one graue with mine not she can dye Scipio with mine Ioue say it thou dost lie Sci. Temperance be Scipios honor Le. Cease your strife She is a woman Ma. But she is my wife Le. And yet she is no god Ma. And yet she 's more I do not prayse Gods goodnes but adore Gods cannot fall and for their constant goodnesse Which is necessited they haue a crowne Of neuer ending pleasures but faint man Framd to haue his weaknes made the heauens glory If he with steddy vertue holdes all seidge That power that speach that pleasure that full sweets A world of greatnes can assaile him with Hauing no pay but selfe wept miserie And beggars treasure heapt that man I le prayse Aboue the Gods Sc. The Libean speakes bold sense Ma. By that by which all is Proportion I speake with thought Sci. No more Ma. Forgiue my admiration You toucht a string to which my sense was quick Can you but thinke doe do my greefe my greefe Would make a Saint blaspheme giue some releefe As thou art Scipio forgiue that I forget I am a Soldier such woes Ioues ribs would burst Few speake lesse ill that feele so much of worst My eare attends Sci. Beefore then Syphax ioine With new strength'd Carthage or can once vnwind His tangled sense from out so vilde amaze Fall we like suddeine lightning fore his eyes Boldnesse and spead are all of victories Ma. Scipio let Massinissa clip thy knees May once these eyes vew Syphax shall this arme Once make him feele his sinue O yee Gods My cause my cause Iustice is so huge odds That he who with it feares Heauen must renounce In his creatiō Sci. Beat then a close quicke march Before the morne shall shake cold dewes through skyes Syphax shall tremble at Romes thicke allarmes Ma. Yee powres I challenge conquest to just armes With a full florish of Cornettes they depart Actus Tertii FINIS Actus Quarti Scena Prima Organs Violls and Voices play for this Act. Enter Sophonisba and Zanthia as out of a caues mouth So. Where are wee Zanthia Za. Vangue said the caue Op'ned in Belos forrest So. Lord how sweete I sent the ayre the huge longe vaultes close vaine What dumps it breathd In Belos forrest sayst Be valiant Zanthia how farr 's Vtica From these most heauy shades Zan. Ten easy leages So. Ther 's Massinissa my true Zanthia Shal s venture nobly to escape and touch My Lordes just armes Loues winges so justly heaue The body vp that as our toes shall trip Ouer the tender and obedient grasse Scarse any drop of dew is dasht to ground And see the willing shade of friendly night Makes safe our instant haste Boldnesse and speede Make actions most impossible succeede Za. But Madam know the forrest hath no way But one to passe the which holds strictest gard So. Doe not betray me Zanthia Za. I Madam So. No I not mistrust thee yet but Za. Here you may Delay your time So. I Zanthia delay By which we may yet hope yet hope Alas How all benumd's my sense Chaunce hath so often struck I scarce cā feele I should now curse the Gods Call on the furies stampe the patient earth cleaue my streachd cheeks with sound speake from all sense But loud and full of players eloquence No no What shall we eate Za. Madam I le search For some ripe Nuts which Autumn hath shook down From the vnleau'd Hasel then some cooler ayre Shall lead me to a spring Or I will try The courteous pale of some poore forrestres For milke So. Exit Zanthia Do Zanthia O happinesse Of those that know not pride or lust of citty Ther 's no man bless'd but those that most men pitty O fortunate poore maides that are not forc'd To wed for state nor are for state diuorc'd Whome policy of kingdoms doth not marry But pure affection makes to loue or vary You feele no loue which you dare not to shew Nor show a loue which doth not truely grow O you are surely blessed of the skie You liue that know not death before you die Through the vautes mouth in his night gowne torch in his hand Syphax enters iust behind Sophon You are Sy. In Syphax armes thing of false lip What God shall now release thee So. Art a man Sy. Thy limbs shall feele despight thy vertue know I 'le thredd thy richest pearle this forrests deafe As is my lust Night and the God of scilence Swels my full pleasures no more shalt thou delude My easie credence Virgin of faire brow Well featurde creature and our vtmost wonder Queene of our youthfull bed be proud Syphax setteth away his light prepareth t in'brace Soph. I le vse thee Sopho snatcheth out her knife So. Look thee view this show but one strain of force Bow but to sease this arme and by my selfe Or more by Massinissa this good steele Shall set my soule on wing thus formde Gods see And men with Gods worth enuy nought but me Sy. Doe strike thy breast know being dead I le vse With highest lust of sense thy senselesse flesh And euen then thy vexed soule shall see Without resistance thy trunke prostitute Vnto our appetite So. I shame to make thee know How vile thou speakest Corruption then as much As thou shalt doe but frame vnto thy lusts Imaginations vtmost sin Syphax I speake all frightles know I liue or die To Massinissa nor the force of fate Shall make me leaue his loue or slake thy hate I will speake no more Sy. Thou hast amazde vs Womans forced vse Like vnripe fruites no sooner got
succesfull fight strike fresh allarmes Gods are not if they grace not bold iust armes Mass. Carthage thou straight shalt know Thy fauoures haue beene done vnto a king Exit with Asdruball and the Page Soph. My Lords t is most vnusuall such sad haps Of suddeine horror should intrude mong beds Of soft and priuate loues but strange euents Excuse straÌ„ge form's O you that know our bloud Reuenge if I doe faine I here protest Though my Lord leaue his wife a very mayde Euen this night instead of my soft armes Clasping his well strong lims with glossfull steele What 's safe to Carthage shall be sweete to me I must not nor I am once ignorant My choyse of loue hath giuen this suddein daÌ„ger To yet strong Carthage t' was I lost the fight My choice vext Syphax inrag'd Syphax struk Armes fate yet Sophonisba not repents O we were Gods if that we knew euents But let me Lord leaue Carthage quit his virtue I will not loue him yet must honor him As still good Subjects must badd Princes Lords From the most ill-grac'd Hymeneall bedde That euer Iuno frown'd at I intreat That you 'le collect from our loose form'd speach This firme resolue that no loe Appetite Of my sex weaknes can or shall orecome Due gratefull seruice vnto you or virtue Witnesse ye Gods I neuer vntill now Repin'd at my creation now I wish I were no woman that my armes might speake My hart to Carthage but in vaine my tongue Sweares I am woman still I talke to long Cornets a march Enter two Pages with targets and Iauelins two Pages with torches Massinissa arm'd a cape a pee Asdruball arm'd Ma. Ye Carthage Lords know Massinissa knowes Not only terms of honor but his actions Nor must I now inlarge how much my cause Hath dangerd Carthage but how I may show My selfe most prest to satisfaction The loathsome staine of Kings Ingratitude From me O much be farre and since this torrent Warres rage admits no Ancor since the billow Is risen so high we may not hull but yeelde This ample state to stroke of speedy swords What you with sober hast hath well decreed Wee le put to suddaine armes no not this night These dainties this first fruits of nuptials That well might giue excuse for feeble lingrings Shall hinder Massiuissa Appetite Kisses loues dalliance and what softer ioyes The Venus of the pleasingst ease can minister I quit you all Vertue perforce is Vice But he that may yet holds is manly wise Loe then ye Lords of Carthage to your trust I leaue all Massinissas treasure by the oath Of right good men stand to my fortune iust Most hard it is for great harts to mistrust Car. We vow by all high powers Ma. No doe not sweare I was not borne so small to doubt or feare So. Worthy my Lord Ma. Peace my eares are steele I must not heare thy much inticing voice So. By Massinissa Sophonisba speakes Worthy his wife goe with as high a hand As worth can reare I will not stay my Lord Fight for our country vent thy youthfull heate In field not beds the fruite of honor Fame Be rather gotten then the oft disgrace Of haplesse parents children goe best man And make me proud to be a soldiers wife That valews his renoune aboue faint pleasures Thinke euery honor that doth grace thy sword Trebbles my loue by thee I haue no lust But of thy glory best lights of heauen with thee Like wonder stand or fall so though thou die My fortunes may be wretched but not I Mas. Wondrous creature euen fit for Gods not men Nature made all the rest of thy faire sex As weake essaies to make thee a patterne Of what can be in woman Long Farewell Hee s sure vnconquer'd in whom thou dost dwell Carthage Palladium See that glorious lampe Whose lifefull presence giueth suddaine flight To phansies fogs feares sleepe and slothfull night Spreads day vpon the world march swift amaine Fame got with losse of breath is godlike gaine The Ladies draw the curtaines about Sophonisba the rest accompany Massinissa forth the Cornets and Organs playing loud full Musicke for the Act. Actus Primi FINIS Actus Secundi Scena Prima Whil'st the Musicke for the first Act soundes Hanno Carthalo Bytheas Gelosso enter They place themselues to Counsell Gisco th' impoisner waiting on them Hanno Carthalo and Bytheas setting their hands to a writing which being offer'd to Gelosso he denies his hand and as much offended impatiently starts vp and speakes Gelasso Hanno Bytheas Carthalo GEl. My hand my hand rotte first wither in aged shaâ—â— Han. Wil you be so vnseasonably wood Byt. Hold such preposterous zeale as stand against the full decree of Senate all think fitte Car. Nay most vneuitable necessarie For Carthage safty and the now sole good Of present state that wee must breake all faith With Massinissa whilst he fights abroad Le ts gaine backe Syphax making him our owne By giuing Sophonisba to his bed Han. Syphax is Massinissas greater and his force Shall giue more side to Carthage as fo rs queene And her wise father they loue Carthage fate Profit and Honesty are one in state Gel. And what decrees our very vertuous senate Of worthy Massinissa that now fightes and leauing wife and bed bleeds in good armes For right old Carthage Car. Thus t is thought fit Hir father Asdruball on sudeine shall take in Reuolted Siphax so with doubled strength Before that Massinissa shall suspect Slaughter boeth Massinissa and his troupes And likewise strike with his deepe stratagem A suddeine weaknes into Scipios armes By drawing such a lim from the maine body Of his yet powerfull armie which being don Dead Massinissas kingdom we decree To Sophonisba and great Asdruball For their consent so this swift plot shall bring Two crowns to hir make Asdruball a king Gel. So first faithes breach adultery murder theft Car. What els Gel. Nay all is don no mischeif left Car. Pish prosperous successe giues blackest actions glory The means are vnremembred in most story Gel. Let me not say Gods are not Car. This is fit Conquest by bloud is not so sweet as wit For how so ere nice vertue censures of it He hath the grace of warre that hath wars profit But Carthage well aduisde that states comes on With slow aduice quicke execution Haue here an Engineere long bred for plots Cal'd an impoisner who knows this sound excuse The onely dew that makes men sprout in Courtes is vse Be 't well or ill his thrift is to be mute Such slaues must act commands and not dispute Knowing foule deedes with danger do begin But with rewardes do end Sin is no sin But in respects Gel. Politique Lord speake low tho heauen beares A face far from vs Gods haue most long eares Ioue has a hundred marble marble hands Car. O I in Poetry or Tragique sceane Gel. I feare Gods onely know what Poets mean Car. Yet heare me I will speake close truth and
Carthage secondings Giue faint repulse a second charge is giuen Then looke as when a Fawcon towrs aloft Whole shoales of foule and flocks of lesser birdes Crouch fearefully and diue some among sedge Some creepe in brakes so Massinissas sword Brandisht aloft tossd 'bout his shining cask Made stoope whole squadrons quick as thought he strikes Here hurles he dartes and there his rage strong arme Fights foote to foote heere cryes he strike they sinke And then grim slaughter followes for by this As men betraide they curse vs dye or flye or both Often sixe thousand fell Now was I come And straight perceaud all Bled by his vile plot Ge. Vile good plot my good plot Asdruball Ca. I forcd our army beat a running march But Massinissa strooke his spurs apace Vpon his speedy horse leaues slaughtering All flye to Scipio who with open rankes In view receaues them Al I could effect Was but to gaine him As. Dye Ge. Do what thou can Thou canst but kill a weake old honest man Car. scipio and Massinissas by this strike Gelosso departes guarded Their clasped palmes then vow an endles loue straight a ioynt shoute they raise then turne they breastes Direct on vs march strongly toward our campe As if they darde vs fight O Asdruball I feare thei le force our campe As. Breake vp and flye This was your plot Ha. But t' was thy shame to choose it Car. He that forbids not offence he dos it As. The curse of womens wordes go vvith you fly You are no villaines Gods and men vvhich vvay Aduise vile thinges Ha. Vile As. I Ca. Not By. you did al As. Did you not plot Car. Yeelded not Asdruball As. But you intic'd me Ha. Hovv As With hope of place Car. He that for vvealth leaues faith is abiect Ha. base As. Do not prouoke my svvord I liue Ca. More shame T' outliue thy virtue and thy once great name As. Vpbraide yee me Ha. Hold Car. Knovv that only thou Art treacherous thou shouldst haue had a crovvne Ha. Thou didst all all he for vvhome mischiefes don He dos it Asd. Brode skorne oppen faind povvers Make good the campe no fly yes vvhat vvild rage To be a prosperous villane yet some heate some hold But to burne temples and yet freese O cold Giue me some health now your bloud sinkes thus deedes Ill nourisht rot without loue naught succeedes Exeunt Actus Secundi Finis Actus Tertii Scena Prima Organ mixt with Recorders for this Act. Syphax his dagger twon about her haire drags in Sophonisba in hir night gowne petticoate and Zantbia Vaugue following Sy. Must wee intreat sue to such squeamish eares Know Syphax has no knees his eyes no teares Inraged loue is senseles of remorce Thou shalt thou must Kings glory is their force Thou art in Cirta in my Pallace Foole Dost thinke he pittieth teares that knowes to rule For all thy scornefull eyes thy proud disdaine And late contempt of vs now wee le reuenge Breake stubborne scilence looke I le tack thy head To the low earth whilst strēgth of too black knaues Thy limbes all wide shall straine praier fitteth slaues Our courtship bee our force rest calme as sleepe Els at this quake harke harke wee cannot weepe So. Can Sophonisba bee inforc'd Sy. Can see So. Thou maiest inforce my body but not mee Sy. Not So. No Sy. No So. No off with thy loathed armes That lye more heauy on me then the chaines That weare deepe wrinckles in the captiues limbes I do beseech thee Sy. What So. Be but a beast Be but a beast Sy Do not offend a power Can make thee more then wretched yeelde to him To whome fate yeeldes Know Massinissas dead So. dead Sy. dead So. To Gods of goodmen shame Sy. Help vangue my strong blood boiles So. O saue thine owne yet fame Sy. All appetite is deafe I will I must Achilles armour could not beare out lust So. Hold thy strong arme and heare my Syphax know I am thy seruant now I needes must loue thee For O my sex forgiue I must confesse Wee not affect protesting feeblenes Intreats faint blushings timerous modesty We thinke our louer is but little man Who is so full of woman Know faire Prince Loues strongest armes not rude for we still proue Without some fury ther 's no ardent loue We loue our loues impatience of delay Our noble sex was onely borne t' obay To him that dares commaund Sy. Why this is well Th' excuse is good wipe thy faire eyes our Queene Make proud thy head now feele more frendly strēgth Of thy Lordes arme come touch my rougher skin With thy soft lip Zanthia dresse our bed Forget ould loues and clip him that through blood And hell acquir's his Wish thinke not but kisse The florish fore loues fight is Venus blisse So. Great dreadfull Lord by thy affection Grant mee one boone know I haue made a vow Sy. Vow what vow speake So. Nay if you take offēce Let my soule suffer first and yet Sy. offence Not Sophonisba hold thy vow is free As come thy lips So. Alas crosse misery As I do wish to liue I long to inioy Your warme imbrace but O my vow t is thus If euer my Lord died I vowed to him A most most priuate sacrifice before I touched a second spouse all I implore Is but this liberty Sy. This goe obtaine What time So. One hower Sy. sweet good speed speed adew Yet Syphax trust no more then thou maist view Vangue shall stay So. He stayes Enter a Page deliuering a letter to Sopho. which shee priuately reads Sy. Zanthia Zanthia Thou art not foule go to some Lords are oft So much in loue with their knowne Ladyes bodies That they oft loue their vails hold hold thou 'st find To faithfull care Kinges bounty hath no shore Za. You may do much Sy. But let my gold do more Za. I am your creature Sy. Bee get t is no staine The God of seruice is howeuer gaine Exit So. Zāthia where are we now speak worth my seruice Ha wee don well Za. Nay in haight of best I feard a superstitious virtue woulde spoile all But now I finde you aboue woemen rare Shee that can time her goodnesse hath true care Of hir best good Nature at home beginnes She whose integritye her selfe hurts sinnes For Massinissa hee was good and so But hee is dead or worse distressed or more Then dead or much distressed O sad poore Who euer held such friendes no let him goe Such faith is praisd then laught at for still knowe Those are the liuing woemen that reduce All that they touch vnto their ease and vse Knowing that wedlock virtue or good names Are courses and varietyes of reason To vse or leaue as they aduantage them And absolute within themselues reposde Onely to Greatnes Ope to all els closde Weake sanguine fooles are to their owne good nice Before I held you vertuous but now wise So. Zanthia victorious Massinissa liu's My
but waste They haue proportion colour but no taste Thinke Syphax Sophonisba rest thine owne Our Guard Enter a Guard Creature of most astonishing vertue If with faire vsage loue and passionate courtings We may obtaine the heauen of thy bed We cease no sute from other force be free VVe dote not on thy body but loue thee So. Wilt thou keep faith Sy. By thee by that power By which thou art thus glorious trust my vow Our guard conuay the roialst excellence That euer was cald Woman to our Pallace Obserue her with strict care So. Dread Syphax speak As thou art worthy is not Zanthia false Sy. To thee shee is So. As thou art then thy selfe Let hir not bee Sy. Shee is not The gaurd seizeth Zanthia Za. Thus most speed when two foes are growne friends Partakers bleed Sy. When Plants must florish Their manure must rot So. Syphax bee recompenced I hate thee not Sopho. Exit Sy A wasting flame feedes on my amorous bloud Which wee must coole or dye what way all power All speech full Opportunity can make We haue made fruitles trial Infernall Ioue You resolute Angels that delight in flames To you all wonder working spirites I flie Since heauen helpes not deepest hell wee le trie Here in this desart the great soule of Charmes Dreadfull Erictho liues whose dismall brow Contemnes all roofes or ciuill couerture Forsaken graues and tombes the Ghosts forcd out Shee ioyes to inhabit Infernall Musicke plaies softly whilst Erichtho enters and when she speakes ceaseth A loathsome yellowe leannesse spreades hir face A heauy hell-like palenes loades hir cheekes Vnknowne to a cleare heauen but if darke windes Or thick black cloudes driue back the blinded stars When her deepe magique makes forc'd heuen quake And thunder spite of Ioue Erichtho then Frō naked graues stalkes out heaues proud hir head With lōg vnkēde haire loaden and striues to snatch The Nights quick sulphar then she bursts vp tombes From half rot searcloaths then she scrapes dry gums For hir black rites but when she findes a corse New graud whose entrailes yet not turne To fly my filth with greedy hauock then she makes fierce spoile swels with wicked triumph To bury hir leane knuckles in his eyes Then doeth she knaw the pale and or'egrowne nailes From his dry hand but if she find some life Yet lurking close she bites his gelled lips And sticking her blacke tongue in his drie throat She breathes dire murmurs which inforce him beare Her banefull secrets to the spirits of horror To her first sound the Gods yeeld any harme As trembling once to heare a second charme She is Eri. Here Syphax here quake not for know I know thy thoughts thou wouldst entreat our power Nice Sophonisba's passion to enforce To thy affection be al full of Ioue T is done t is done to vs heaue earth sea aire And Fate it selfe obayes the beastes of death And all the terrors angry Gods inuented T' afflict th' ignorance of patient man Tremble at vs the roulde vp snake vncurlde His twisted knots at our affrighting voice Are we incensd the King of flames grows pale Least he be choakde with blacke and earthy fumes Which our charms raise Be ioi'd make proud thy lust I doe not pray you Gods my breathes You must Sy. Deepe knowing spirit mother of all high Misterious science what may Syphax yeeld Worthy thy art by which my soule 's thus easde The Gods first made me liue but thou liue pleasde Eri. Know then our loue hard by the reuerēt ruines Of a once glorious temple rearde to Ioue Whose very rubbish like the pittied fall Of Vertue much vnfortunate yet beares A deathlesse Maiesty though now quite rac'd Hurld downe by wrath and lust of impious Kings So that where holy Flamins wont to sing Sweet Hyms to heauen there the daw and crow The ill voic'de Rauen and still chattering Pie Send out vngratefull sound and loathsome filth Where statues and Ioues acts were viuely lim'd Boyes with blacke coales draw the vaild parts of nature And leacherous actions of imaginde lust Where tombes and beauteous vrns of well dead men Stoode in assured rest the shepheard now Vnloads his belly Corruption most abhord Mingling it selfe with their renowned ashees Our selfe quakes at it There once a Charnel house now a vast caue Ouer whose brow a pale and vntrod groue Throwes out her heauy shade the mouth thick armes Of darksom Ewe Sun proofe for euer choake Within rests barren darknesse fruitlesse drough Pines in eternal Night The steame of Hell Yeeldes not so lasie ayre there that 's my cell From thence a charme which Ioue dare not here twice Shall force her to thy bed but Syphax know Loue is the highest rebell to our art Therfore I charge thee by the feare of all Which thou knowest dreadfull or more by our selfe As with swift hast she passeth to thy bed And easie to thy wishes yeelds speake not one word Nor dare as thou dost feare thy losse of joyes T' admit one light one light Sy. As to my Fates I yeeld my guidance Eri. Then when I shall force The ayre to musicke and the shads of night To forme sweete sounds make proud thy rais'd delight Meane time behold I go a charme to reare Whose potent sound will force our selfe to feare Sy. Whither is Syphax heau'd at length shall s joy Hopes more desired then Heauen Sweet laboring Earth Let Heauen be vnform'd with mighty charmes Let Sophonisba only fill these armes Ione wee le not enuie thee Blouds appetite Is Syphax God My wisedome is my sense Without a man I hold no excellence Giue me long breath yong beds and sicklesse ease For we hold firme that 's lawfull which doeth please Infernall Musique softly Harke harke now rise jnfernall tones The depe fetch'd grones Of laboring spirits that attend Erichtho Eri. Erichtho within Sy. Now cracke the trembling earth and send Shreekes that portend Affrightment to the Gods which heare Erichtho Eri. Erichtho within A treble Uioll and a base Lute play softly within the Canopy Harke harke now softer melody strikes mute Disquiet nature O thou power of sound How thou dost melt me Harke now euen Heauen Giues vp his soule amongst vs Now 's the time When gready expectation strains mine eyes For their lou'd object now Erichtho will'd Prepare my appetite for loues strict gripes O you dear founts of pleasure Bloud and Beauty Rayse actiue venus worth fruition Of such prouoking sweetnesse Harke shee coms A short song to soft Musique aboue Now nuptiall Hymes inforced Spirits sing Harke Syphax harke Cantant Now Hell and Heauen ringes With Musique spigh of Phoebus Peace Enter Erichtho in the shape of Sophonisba her face vailed and hasteth in the bed of Syphax Shee coms Fury of blouds impatient Erichtho Boue thunder sit to thee egregious soule Let all flesh bend Sophonisba thy flame But equall mine and wee le ioy such delight That Gods shall not admire but euen spight Syphax hasteneth
Scipio passeth to his thron Massinissa presēts Syphax to Scipios feet Cornets sounding a florish To you all power of strength and next to thee Thou spirit of triumph borne for victory I heaue these handes March wee to Cirta straight My Sophonisba with swift hast to winne In honor in loue all meane is sinne Ex. Ma. Iug Sc. As we are Romes great Generall thus wee press Thy Captiue neck but as still Scipio And sensible of iust humanitie We weepe thy bondage speake thou ill chanc'd man What spirit tooke thee when thou wert our friend Thy right hand giuen both to Gods and vs With such most passionate vowes and solemne faith Thou fledst with such most foule disloyalty To now weak Carthage strēgthning their bad arms Who lately scornd thee with all lothd abuse Who neuer intertaine for loue but vse Sy. Scipio my fortune is captiud not I Therefore I le speake bold truth nor once mistrust What I shall say for now beeing wholy yours I must not faine Sophomsba t' was shee T' was Sophonisba that solicited My forc'd reuolt t' was hir resistles sute Hir loue to hir deare Carthage 'tic'd mee breake All faith with men t' was shee made Syphax false Shee that lou's Carthage with such violence And hath such mouing graces to allure That shee will turne a man that once hath sworne Himselfe on 's fathers bones hir Carthage foe To bee that citties Champion and high friend Hir Himeneall torch burnt downe my house Then was I captiud when hir wanton armes There mouing claspt about my neck O charmes Able to turne euen fate but this in my true griefe Is some iust ioy that my loue sotted foe Shall sease that plague that Massinissas breast Hir handes shall arme and that ere long you le try Shee can force him your foe as well as I Sci. Lelius Lelius take a choice troupe of horse And spur to Cirta To Massinissa thus Syphax pallace crowne spoile citties sack Be free to him but if our new laughd friend Possesse that woman of so mouing art Charge him with no lesse waight then his deare vow Our loue all faith that hee resigne her thee As hee shall aunswere Rome will him giue vp A Roman prisoner to the Senates doome Shee is a Carthaginian now our lawes VVise men preuent not actions but euer cause Sy. Good malice so as liberty so deere Proue my reuenge what I cannot possesse Another shall not that 's some happines Exeunt the Cornets flourishing Scena tertia The Cornets afar off sounding a charge A Souldier wounded at one dore Enters at the other Sophonisba two Pages before her with lightes two women bearing vppe her traine Sol. Princes O flie Syphax hath lost the day And captiu'de lies the Roman Legeons Haue seisde the towne and with inueterate hate Make slaues or murder all Fier and steele Fury and night hold all faire Queene O flie We bleede for Carthage all of Carthage die Exit The Cornets sounding a March Enter Pages with iauelings and Targets Massinissa and Iugurth Massinissas beauer shut Ma. March to the Pallace So What ere man thou art Of Libea thy faire armes speake giue hart To amazde weakenes heare her that for long time Hath seene no wished light Sophonisba A name for misery much knowne t is she Intreates of thy gracd sword this onely boone Let me not kneele to Rome for though no cause Of mine deserues their hate though Massinissa Be ours to hart yet Roman Generals Make proud their triumphs with what euer captiues O t is a Nation which from soule I feare As one well knowing the much grounded hate They beare to Asdrubal and Carthage bloud Therefore with teares that wash thy feet with hands Vnusde to beg I claspe thy manlie knees O saue me from their fetters and contempt Their proud insultes and more then insolence Or if it rest not in thy grace of breath To grant such freedome giue me long wishd death For t is not much loathde life that now we craue Onely an vnshamd death and silent graue We will now daine to bend for Ma. Rarity Mas. disarmes his head By thee and this right hand thou shalt liue free So. We cannot now be wretched Ma. Stay the sword Let slaughter cease Soundes soft as Ledas breast Soft Musique Slide through all eares this night be loues high feast So. O're whelme me not with sweetes let me not drinke Till my breast burst O loue thy Nectar thinke She sinkes into Massi armes Ma. She is orecome with ioy So. Helpe helpe to beare Some happinesse yee powers I haue ioy to spare Inough to make a God O Massinissa Ma. Peace A silent thinking makes full ioyes increase Enter Lelius Le. Massinissa Ma. Lelius Le. Thine eare Ma. Stand off Le. From Scipio thus by thy late vow of faith And mutuall league of endles amity As thou respects his vertue or Romes force Deliuer Sophonisba to our hand Ma. Sophonisba Le. Sophonisba So. My Lord Lookes pale and from his halfe burst eyes a flame Of deepe disquiet breakes the Gods turne false My sad presage Ma. Sophonisba Le. Euen she Ma. Shee kilde not Scipios father nor his vnkle Great Cneius Le. Carthage did Mas. to her what 's Carthage Le. Know t was her father Asdrubal strooke off His fathers head giue place to faith and fate Ma. T is crosse to honor Le. But t is iust to state So speaketh Scipio doe not thou detaine A Roman prisoner due to this great triumph As thou shalt answere Rome and him Ma. Lelius We now are in Romes power Lelius View Massinissa do a loathed act Most sinking from that state his hart did keepe Looke Lelius looke see Massinissa weepe Know I haue made a vow more deere to me Then my soules endles being she shall rest Free from Romes bondage Le. But dost thou forget Thy vow yet fresh thus breathd When I desist To be commaunded by thy vertue Scipio Or fall from friend of Rome Reuenging Gods Afflict me with your torture Ma. Lelius enough Salute the Roman tell him wee will act What shall amaze him Le. Wilt thou yeeld her then Ma. Shee shall ariue there straight Le. Best fate of men To thee Ma. and Scipio Haue I liude O Heauens To be inforcedly perfidious So. What vniust griefe afflicts my worthy Lord Ma Thanke me yee Gods with much beholdingnes For marke I doe not curse you So. Tell mee sweet The cause of thy much anguish Ma. Ha the cause Lett 's see wreath backe thine armes bend down thy necke Practise base Praiers make fit thy selfe for bondage So. Bondage Ma. Bondage Roman bondage So. No No Ma. How then haue I vowde well to Scipio So. How then to Sophonisba Ma. Right which way Runne mad impossible distraction So. Deere Lord thy patience let it maze all power And list to her in whose sole heart it rests To keepe thy faith vpright Ma. Wilt thou be slau'd So. No free Ma. How then keepe I my faith So. My death