made Her proudest Adversaries humbly how To th' self 〈◊〉 yoak wherewith they us'd to check The 〈◊〉 of th' toiling 〈◊〉 neck How sacred was the Roman Name How 〈◊〉 was our virgin same When in their 〈◊〉 our bravest men Had nothing glorious but themselves When he who now in quarries 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 golden 〈◊〉 as low as Pluto's den Was deem'd a Paricide and had the doome Of one who rent his Mothers sacred 〈◊〉 How happy were we then how 〈◊〉 When the 〈◊〉 was possest Of 〈◊〉 ancient Palinures When Curius and Fabricius led How Armies which for 〈◊〉 sed On 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 then the easie 〈◊〉 Of her more temp'rate body soon were wrought 〈◊〉 health with little losse of bloud was bought But since the Asian luxurie Has 〈◊〉 into our 〈◊〉 and we No 〈◊〉 for same in dishes 〈◊〉 Then if we had the conquest 〈◊〉 Of the 〈◊〉 Hamilears sonne Or brought 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Syphax home alive To 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Triumphs now a thousand paines 〈◊〉 brooding in the States corrupted veins The Common-wealth is ful of 〈◊〉 And each day 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Threaten the downsall of this frame 〈◊〉 constitution is too week To 〈◊〉 such 〈◊〉 and not break 〈…〉 quench the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thou 〈◊〉 AEsculapius mighty 〈◊〉 And send some 〈◊〉 influence from above Philologus and Laureas together 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 our AEsculapius mighty Jove And send some 〈◊〉 influence from above 〈◊〉 So here 's a Song has 〈◊〉 Poetrie O 't is the language of the Gods when Virtue 〈◊〉 made 〈◊〉 theam they prostitute the Muses And turn 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 a stews that cloath 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 fancies in these 〈◊〉 weeds Enter Quintus Cicero Marc. Brother so soon your countenance me thinks Tells me your bosome travails with some newes And fain would be deliver'd Quint. Sir Octavius Is with an Army at the gates Mar. Octavius Why that 's not Hannibal Quint. But the Citizens Suspect a more then Panick treachery For those that saw the Consul and Octavius So lately reconcil'd in the Capitoll Will not beleeve these forces are contracted To oppose 〈◊〉 but that covertly Both have complotted one to aid the other In the promotion of their aimes that Antony May gain the Soveraignty and Octavius Revenge on those which slew his unkle Julius Enter Tyro Tyr. Carnutius Sir the Tribune of the people Desires some conference with your Lordship Mar. Quintus He 's a profest 〈◊〉 to Antonius And friend to Caesar Bring the Tribune in Enter Carnutius Car. Octavius is return'd Mar. I so I hear Car. And brought along with him ten thousand souldiers I have explor'd his aimes and they are whole For opposition of the Consul Antony Whom he has much endamag'd Mar. How Carnutius Car. By spies which he has closely had about him Still crossing and opposing his proceedings And with such good successe as now the Legions Are even upon desertion of his party Especially the Fourth and Martiall Mar. Tribune Informe the people how the youth 's affected And 〈◊〉 procure he shall be straight brought in For I 'm perswaded since he is return'd Antonius enemy the provident Senate Will not be so injurious to the State And their own 〈◊〉 as deny him entrance Yea I presume they will with glad 〈◊〉 Meet the first motion of his entertainment Car. They wil no 〈◊〉 Come let 's dispatch my Lo. Exeunt Enter Piso and Salvius Salv. Me thinks th' admittance of Octavius Will much endamage Antony Piso. I fear it And doubt not but he will be shortly here But what dost think of this young 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 It cannot enter Piso's head that 〈◊〉 To the Republick do's incite him to it Salv. 'Faith Piso my opinion's this I doubt The boy will prove at length another 〈◊〉 Piso. And so think I. Salv. Was 't ever known a youth Of his 〈◊〉 spirit was so much devoted Unto his Countrey cause without some plot To strengthen his ambitious aims well Piso. I am perswaded Caesars heart and countenance Are not Correlatives Pis. And I fear our Orator Although he think himself a profound Statist Is but as 't were a visor which Octavius Covers the face of his close projects with Well mark the end these now are but surmises But they may prove oraculous Let this passe I think if Antony come he will not stay You know he has determin'd to be Master Of the 〈◊〉 Province Salv. True he has Pis. Now when he 's gone to Gaul if Cicero Advice the Senate any thing against him It must be our parts to oppose their counsells Salv. It must I 'l second you you know 〈◊〉 Doe much by virtue of the Tribuneship Pis. 'T is true you may doe much indeed Enter Messenger Mess The Consul Antonius is arriv'd and 〈◊〉 Piso Desires your presence to you 〈◊〉 He sends his love and prays you to repaire Unto the Senate which is newly convocated Salv. Piso return my love I le 〈◊〉 straight Ex. Enter Quintus Cicero Pomponia Pomp. How do's my Brother Marcus Cicero Quint. Well my Pomponia but would be far better Could he once see the Common-wealth in health Pomp. Why husband what have States 〈◊〉 too Quint. They have my Sweet and as old fathers die To make roome for posterity so Chance Quits ancient States that from their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 New ones arise States have their severall 〈◊〉 Which carry some analogie with 〈◊〉 Their small beginnings are their infancies Their bold exploits to propagate their glories Are like the slashes of ambitious Youth When they are mounted to the highest pitch Decreed them in the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 They are arriv'd to a state much like That which in us doth bear the name of Manhood They stand not long on this high 〈◊〉 of Glory But stealingly as wee doe 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Their sprightly vigour like a full-blown Rose Droops and decays they suddenly contract 〈◊〉 grow diseas'd and finally Sink down into the grave of their own ruines The 〈◊〉 and the 〈◊〉 Monarchies Di'd of a 〈◊〉 then the 〈◊〉 Of a seditious quarrell in the Humours Striving to be predominant Greece of a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 first was caught With an 〈◊〉 Feaver which at last Degenerated to an Ague and Was quickly seconded by Death But Rome Only she never felt an Ague yet Unlesse when Hannibal was at her gates Is whole infected with a various mixture Of all together she 's ev'n grown a Spittle An Hospitall of diseases which will sink Her glories to the first and ancient Nothing But may that day be leaden heel'd nor fall Within the 〈◊〉 of this Age Pomp. 〈◊〉 Husband This passion is not Roman We may raise Our spirits with hopes of better times Caesar affords us comfort Quint. True Pomponia But Rome has had a long succession Of State 〈◊〉 when this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Is cut away another may bud forth Pray heaven we have no cause with that old 〈◊〉 Of Syracusa in our fruitlesse wishes To dig our Ancient tyrants up again Enter Marcus 〈◊〉 Welcome from the Senate Brother pray what news How were things carryed Mar. Nothing done at
companies T is true The Tribuneship was ever till this day 〈◊〉 holy and of 〈◊〉 power But from those men which 〈◊〉 new 〈◊〉 What must the old expect but foul misprision 〈◊〉 Jove 〈◊〉 come down from his Olympus 〈◊〉 shadowing his 〈◊〉 with a vaile But in 's most God-like majesty I think For one Lycaon he might now find three And such that would with more unheard of savagenesse 〈◊〉 his 〈◊〉 not with some poor infant But even their Mothers flesh I mean 〈◊〉 countreys And stead of 〈◊〉 give him bloud to drink You know how fraught 〈◊〉 zeal unto the cause Of the Republick I have now 〈◊〉 And quit that 〈◊〉 of villainous Rebellion Ant 〈◊〉 party and have 〈◊〉 to Cicero The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 was ever blest with And can I hope to meet with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Then those who 's only 〈◊〉 apparition Has made him timely seek another 〈◊〉 Which from my soul I wish he may obtain Nay rather if that good 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a shower I must expect a tempest for our nature 〈◊〉 more inplacably a declined friend Then 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 foe Since therefore Antony And his two 〈◊〉 plagues are now approaching 〈◊〉 there are Centiners arriv'd already Their fatall 〈◊〉 perhaps t' extinguish Those carefull eyes whose restlesse vigilance Has been imploy'd in service of the State As sure they come to some such bloody end Let me enjoy you with the same solemnity As parting friends take leave of one another Yet 〈◊〉 so nething of the 〈◊〉 mirth 〈◊〉 your 〈◊〉 let 's laugh away our sorrow We may 〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 sup to morrow Exeunt Enter Centurion Soldiers Centurion Come Soldiers Salvius Otho as I hear Is frolick with his neighbors at a feast Wee 'l spoil their second course You know the price Whereat the heads are rated by the Triumvirs Come follow me Exeunt A Table discovered Salvius and his friends To them the Centurion Centur. Nay stir not 〈◊〉 be still and keep your places Lest your own folly make your selves copartners In this mans fall which must be sudden Tribune Pulls Salvius 〈◊〉 the Table by the hairs of the 〈◊〉 A Curtain drawn Enter Centurion with Salvius head Cent. Now for Minutius Exeunt Enter Minutius disguis'd Minut. Nay leave me 〈◊〉 I am still Minutius Although disguis'd and if you longer stay Those very ensignes of my Praetorship Will soon betray me and perhaps the Axe Which you there carry may strike off my head Exit Lictores Alas alas but lest our too much 〈◊〉 Prove our own Lords destruction let 's be gone Exeunt Enten Centurion Soldiers Cent. He cannot be escaped far that 's certain What should the Lictors else doe here goe search Yet M. Tullius with whose execution Exeunt milites We were most strictly charged is 〈◊〉 With Quintus 〈◊〉 But the Colonell Popilius 〈◊〉 and Herennius I hope will overtake them Sold Here 's the head Of that tall Poppy Enter Soldiers with Minutius head Centu. Why 't is bravely done Come there are more such Cedars to be 〈◊〉 Exeunt Enter Quintus Cicero Quint. They say the golden and the silver age Was then when frugall mankind was content With those displayed riches which the earth Invests her self with and her conceal'd entrails Were not rent up in quarries deep as hell For those pernicious world-disturbing metals But sure this is the age of gold and silver When those two precious perils are the poles And hinges of the world whereon it moves I might perhaps with my beloved 〈◊〉 Have been secure and safe whereas being forc'd For lack of 〈◊〉 to return each step I take is ready to surrender me Into the hands of death Enter Quintus 〈◊〉 Quint. jun O Father Father Your treacherous Servants have betray'd you come For heavens sake come death death is at your heels Exeunt Enter Centurion Soldiere Cent. Bring his son hither though you sind not him 〈◊〉 Sold 〈◊〉 return'd I wonder where 's his brother Enter Soldiers with Quintus jun. Sold Himself we cannot find but here 's young Quin. Cent. Come yongster where 's your father quickly tel me Quint. jun O that I knew my ever honor'd Sire The place of thy abode alas or whether Thou art yet living or hast now breath'd forth Thy sacred spirit for a thousand pains My breast all gor'd with 〈◊〉 hands cut with chains Famin or sword or all should never move Me make a rupture in my 〈◊〉 love Cent. Cease this dissembling language and reveal him Or by the Heavens thou diest Quint. jun No villainous centurion 〈◊〉 life If I knew where my reverend father were That would 〈◊〉 it soonest T is my wish I may soon quit this life Cent. With stipes with wounds With torments worse then death impetuous pains Shall rend thy secrets from thy stubborn brest Qu. jun 〈◊〉 these are nothing threat more 〈◊〉 Expose me to the ravenous Lyons paw 〈◊〉 me into some common 〈◊〉 or Dungeon Wind off my flesh with 〈◊〉 doe and 〈◊〉 Young Vultures with the hits before my 〈◊〉 Yet had I hid my father as you deem I never would 〈◊〉 so dear so sacred So glorious a treasure Cent. Take him thence And torture this fond elfe till he confesse Quint. sen Above Exeunt Soldiers with Quintus jun. Quint. sen O what a virtuous son have I was ever Such piety in so few years he dares Th' extreamest of their tortures with a spirit Constant as Virtue's self See how they wrack him My melting bowells yern within me oh Each stripe they give him cuts my very soul See see they are even weary of tormenting And yet the youth stil firm O Piety Enter Soldiers with young Qu. as from 〈◊〉 Cent. What where 's his father has he yet confest Quint. jun Confest Centurion no I will not cannot I am not Juno's Iris that my eyes Should reach from hence to Macedon Cent. To Macedon Why his own servants say he is return'd Q. 〈◊〉 Such slaves as they that would betray their master If he were in their clutches may not they Cheat thee as well Cent. T is folly to 〈◊〉 What force shall soon unbosome speak Where is he Qu. ju What 's that to thee I dare the worst Centurion Thy malice can inflict Cen. Nay then I see I must my self chastise you come ye weesell Enter Quint. sen Qu. sen Nay hold Centurion here I am before you 〈◊〉 the father whom you seek for Qui. ju Ah What mean you father that you thrust your self Into the jaws of certain fate I could Have spit defiance in the face of cruelty Though she had harbour'd in her friendlike looks A thousand deaths Quint. sen Indeed I doe beleeve it And let me kisse thee for thy piety But old unfruitfull stocks must be cut down When their decaying and now saplesse heads Keep off the quickning sun-beans from the young And hopefull tenderlings which they overtop Suppose my son I had still liv'd and thou Been made a prey to their relentlesse rage I should have died too
〈◊〉 by bridling As great a name as he by giving reins To stupid nature such an act would come Within the verge of praise whereas his does not Without th' internalls Pomp. Goe you make me sad Exit Quintus What Genius has inform'd my Quintus fancy That he still 〈◊〉 on such examples Pray heaven my husband never prove an object For him whereon to exercise this piety Exit Enter M. Cicero Still doe I strive against the stream and like A silly 〈◊〉 mount the inraged 〈◊〉 Which i I doe not poise my actions well Will carry me away We thought the Gods By their auspicious providence 〈◊〉 sent The Africk Legions to our 〈◊〉 but They are revolted from us and their Captains Taken to favour Only one 〈◊〉 Scorning to beg life from this second Caesar Haslike a second Cato slain himself And I would follow him but that the good And safety of my Countrey is my Remora I will for th' present 〈◊〉 Octavius favour It cannot be a stain to 〈◊〉 Since all have don 't already but my self Enter Senators Sen. Have you made peace wth Caesar Cic. I have sued it By mediation of his friends and now Wait to accost him sure he is at hand Sen. He is indeed Hark how the people shout Shout Enter Caesar and others Sen. Health to the worthy and victorious 〈◊〉 Caesar Fathers I thank you Cicer. Haile to Noble Caesar Caes. My Honer'd Father 〈◊〉 Cic. T is too high a Title For M. Tullius Cicero Caes. Now you wrong me The Parent of my country must be mine But yet I must be bold to tell you Sir You have been something sparing of your 〈◊〉 You are the last of all my Noble friends That come to wellcome my return from Gaule Exeunt A 〈◊〉 Chorus O what awounding shout was this T is even as banefull as the Mandrakes note The shricks of damned souls the hisse Of Scorpions Adders or the Sirens throte Let it be strangled 't is a sound Will wake pale death from his Cimmerian Cell T will rend a passage through the ground And bring the Furies from their Court of Hell The barbarous Thracians though they sing Their dead unto their graves would howle to see So black so venemous a sting Enter the body of their State as we For these are but Sardonian soniles Which dance upon 〈◊〉 browes this fading mirth Will prove an Embryon and beguile's When wee shall find it still-borne at the birth O what a golden age w' enjoy'd Vnder the Reverend Saturnes of the State But now an upstart 〈◊〉 unboyd Vnto an age of iron gives new date What power this ruine on us slings Julius is turn'd his Genius we fear And lent him Tityus Vultures wings T' enhaunce the swiftnesse of his proud careere If such a little time as 〈◊〉 Full 〈◊〉 Summers have a Consul bore Of such a growth so 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 we think alas of twenty more Others when 〈◊〉 this sacred way Of 〈◊〉 they had travail'd but so far Would 〈◊〉 them down and sagely say Death was 〈◊〉 unto a Consular But this young Minion of 〈◊〉 chance Like a skie-climbing Eagle still will tower Vntill he shall himself advance Vnto a Sov'raign Independent power Heavens if it be your sacred pleasure To put a period to our libertie O let the Scepter know some measure That being servile we may yet seem free Actus Quartus M. T. Cicero NOW we are past 〈◊〉 lost for ever Our new-made Consul made indeed but not Elected for Election is an Act Of Will net Voice of an internall 〈◊〉 Not outward sound this Consul whom our fears Not our Consents or Votes have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 o're us like a full and pregnant 〈◊〉 Ready to pour a tempest on our heads Our forced hands delivered him the Are To punish State-maligners but alas He whets it for the necks of our preservers I only I am blam'd 〈◊〉 City They are not 〈◊〉 honors which afflict us But his new - 〈◊〉 friendship with Antonius Which was the only rock my best endeavours Were ever prest t' avoid lest the Republike Should suffer 〈◊〉 upon 't I thought the way To keep him distant with Antonius Was to advance him to a requisite power Of opposition 'las we but conjecture And guesse at the events of things our knowledg Cannot arrive to an infallible certainty Of the successe of matters 't is a 〈◊〉 Peculiar only to the Gods and is Deriv'd to us 〈◊〉 mortalls not by nature But extraordinary participation Since therefore 't is th' unknown event alone 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 of my soul which 〈◊〉 The seeming good appearing in my counsells Why am I made the mark of accusation But 〈◊〉 the custome of the times I will not Deject my self for this the innocence Which I am arm'd with is enough to raise me From such 〈◊〉 but yet I 'm 〈◊〉 For the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of my countreys freedome For my Dear 〈◊〉 and the Noble 〈◊〉 The other Consul Quintus Pedius Has publisht a decree wherein they 're 〈◊〉 With interdiction of Fire and Water Of Fire and Water can they then constrain The fountains of our eyes to cease their course Brutus shall have these waters till we have wept Their currents dry and then our hearts shall send Whole clouds of vapouring sighs to feed new showrs But as for fire they want it not their 〈◊〉 Cherish the flame of an unmoved real Unto their countreys liberty which cannot Be quencht but with their blood this Caesar knows And therefore that he may with doubled power Oppresse the heroick bravery of their spirits Has reconcil'd Antonius and Lepidus Those two pernicious monsters with the Senate And now he is return'd again toward Mutine No doubt to 〈◊〉 with those two plagues and there Contrive the ruine of the Common-wealth For State 〈◊〉 think of nought but blood when they consult t is to devour the good Enter Q. Cicero Quint. Brother How dost Mar. Thinkst my beloved Quintus I can be healthfull when the State's 〈◊〉 Whereof I am a Member Quint. 'Las t is true Too true the Common-wealth's diseas'd indeed Sick 〈◊〉 the heart faints can no longer stand Lies bedrid and like fierce Procrustes guests Must be distended or abbreviated To th' pleasure of her Lord the worst of theeves For Caesar Antony and 〈◊〉 Are met together not far off from Mutine And in an 〈◊〉 round environed With a smal river without any company Are as I hear consulting Marc. What a Hell Will this poor City he when such a 〈◊〉 Like Minos AEacus and 〈◊〉 Sit on the life and death of her best States-men Quint. T is to be fear'd indeed they will play Sylla's But who can help it if the Gods will 〈◊〉 Destruction on us we must not complain For they 're above us and it were but vain For who can alter the decrees of fate Alas we are but mortall and the State Of this lifes pilgrimage is full of woe Better die once delivered with one blow And in ones countreys cause