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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A29660	The tragedy of that famous Roman oratour Marcus Tullius Cicero	Greville, Fulke, Baron Brooke, 1554-1628.	1651 (1651)	Wing B4902; ESTC R23005	49,216	38

again my heart presages Some sudden good Ex. Tyr. Pomp. Hark hark the noise increases Quint. I and approaches 〈◊〉 too me thinks Apul. 'T is at the dores Enter Tyro and a Messenger A shout Tyro Here 's one my Lord can tell you 〈◊〉 The Consuls worthy Sir have won the day These will inform you better Letters Cicero reads Marc. Brother Quintus A word or two in private Antony Is put to flight but Hirtius 〈◊〉 and Pansa Dangerously wounded for some private reasons Best known unto my selfe I will conceale The Consulls death which I may doe compleatly For here 's a Letter sent from Hirtius Unto the Senate of a former victory This will remove suspect Shout Tyro The Roman people Wait at the dore to bring you to the Capitoll Mar. Thanks to the Gods this day wee 'l dedicate To Jove and Mars the savers of our State Exeunt Laur. Nay Madam stay I feel an extasie Steal through my brest and sire my plyant soul You shall not goe without a Hymn of Victory Pomp. 〈◊〉 Clarinda Gallu quickly come Laureas begin and these shall sing the 〈◊〉 The Song Have you not beard the Cities cry How the people vent their joyes In the welcome welcome noyse Of victory The Capitoll returnes their shout againe As if it selfe would 〈◊〉 their joyfull straine Chorus Let Echo sing with long-spun 〈◊〉 And Philmels 〈◊〉 from their lubrick throats Let Hills rebound And vallies sound Io triumphe The streets are fill'd with cheerfull glee And the common mirth is showne In the pleasant pleasant 〈◊〉 Of Liberty For now our Consuls have delivered Rome And the disturber of her peace o'rcome Chorus Let Echo sing with c Great Jove we blesse thy Palronage By whose high auspice Rome is sav'd The Roman State and kept unslav'd From inbred rage And Mars we praise thee by whose aid have stood The Roman walls so long though built in blood Chorus Let Echo sing with long-spun notes And Philmells caroll from their lubrick throats 〈◊〉 Hills rebound And vallies sound Io triumphe Exeunt Enter Senate A shout Cicer. Honor'd and Conscript Fathers if those days Appear to us with far more welcome raies Wherein we 〈◊〉 preserv'd then those wherein To breath this common Aire we first begin Because our safeties have a sure fruition Of gladnesse but our births a frail condition And that we doe our safeties entertain With pleasure but Nativities with pain How ought we then t' embrace this happy light Which has redeem'd us from that sad 〈◊〉 Rais'd by domestick furies yet we will not Return unto our civill robes till tidings Be brought of Brutus safety for this warre Was undertaken for his 〈◊〉 and succour Against those enemies of the State and is not Compleat but with his freedome first recover'd Servilius Although I am not Cicero of your mind Concerning the retaining of this robe Of war yet I determine publick prayer Be made to all the Gods for twenty dayes In the three Generalls names Cic. Which twenty dayes Publius Servilius I inhance to fifty Since they are granted not to one but Three Pise But M. Tullius my opinion is This day to put our civill garments on And to resume the Sage again to morrow Calenus And 't is my judgment too Cic. Yes 't would be gratefull To the immortall Deities to depart To put the Sage on from their hallowed 〈◊〉 To which we came 〈◊〉 in 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 'T were most enormous and against Religion Calen. Then 〈◊〉 your terms are too too 〈◊〉 You brand them with the name of 〈◊〉 'T is too severe a style We will allow them To be call'd wicked and audacious Citizens But not their Countreys foes and for this cause The Consulls Hirtius Pansa with 〈◊〉 Are not to be entituled Generalls Cic. If the Antonians are not enemies Then 't was a great 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 them And if it were impiety to slay them How can we hope our solemn supplication Decreed for their destruction should be pleasing To the immortall Delties But Calenus Know I am not contented with a word Of such a slight conceit if any man Will furnish me with one of deeper 〈◊〉 I 'l burn 't into their names for even by those Which spilt their sacred blonds for us at Mutine I know they doe deserv't As for the Consulls And young Octavius whom we made our Chiefs Their brave deserts have made them Generalls For now that Prince of out-laws is or thrown The very Sun was happy which before He hid his beams beheld the breathlesse trunks Of those dead Parricides and Antony For very feare with few Associates fly Therefore I thus 〈◊〉 That in the names Of the Three Generalls fifty days together Be supplications made which I will frame In the most ample words I can contrive Then for the Legions we renew the promise Of their rewards which we decreed before Should be performed when the war was 〈◊〉 But as for those which perisht in the battail We will the Pensions were decreed for them Be as 't is just and requisite they should 〈◊〉 Paid to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Brothers Wives and children Some of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to our grief But their own glory fell with Victory O happy death which being Natures due Was for their countreys welfare 〈◊〉 you 〈◊〉 your glorious names from Mars that hee Who for the Nations good did Rome decree Might 〈◊〉 to have ordained you for Romes Fame 〈◊〉 erect you Mausolaean tombes Death caught in flight is backt with 〈◊〉 T is glorious to die with Victory For in the fight Mars to oblige the rest Is wont for pledges to select the best Therefore those impious foes whom you have slain In hell now suffer their deserved pain But you who poured forth your latest spirit In 〈◊〉 Victory shall now 〈◊〉 Those blessed fields where pious souls are sainted What though your lives were short they were untainted And the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of your deaths shall climbe Beyond the 〈◊〉 of all 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Therefore most 〈◊〉 while you liv'd but now Most holy Soldiers it goes well with you Your 〈◊〉 Vertues shall not clauded lie In the 〈◊〉 dungeon of 〈◊〉 Not your surviving 〈◊〉 but all Rome Senate and People shall erect your tombe There shall be built 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 With words ingraven whose 〈◊〉 shall present Your deeds unto AEternity that they Which see that 〈◊〉 and read your acts may say These 〈◊〉 the men that lov'd their countreys good And bought her 〈◊〉 with their dearest bloud And 〈◊〉 for 〈◊〉 of their 〈◊〉 Have 〈◊〉 a crown of Immortality Exeunt omnes A 〈◊〉 Chorus How wildly Fortune sports with 〈◊〉 now She shews a face as black as Night 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 her 〈◊〉 my brow And 〈◊〉 Apollo's light VVee float upon the surface of this Main Now sinking into Scylla's jaws Anon we check our fears again With hope and comforts 〈◊〉 laws The worlds great 〈◊〉 the blind Queen of Chance A fairer pattern never drew Of her own unconstant glance Then our Native Rome 〈◊〉 〈◊〉

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