The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 10 of 38
Lodge, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1586-1591] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.81 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Why Citizens, and what is Marius? I tell you not so base as to despair, Yea able to withstand ingratitudes. Tell me of foolish laws decreed at Rome, To please the angry humours of my foe: Believe me Lords I know and am assured, That magnanimity can never fear, And fortitude so conquer silly fate, As Sulla when he hopes to have my head, May hap ere long on sudden lose his own. A hope beseeming Marius, but I fear, Too strange to have a short and good event. Why sir Pausanius have not you beheld, Campania plains fulfilled with greater foes, Than is that wanton milksop nature's scorn. Base minded men to live in perfect hope, Whose thoughts are shut within your cottage eves, Refuse not Marius that must favour you: For these are parts of unadvised men, With present fear to lose a perfect friend, That can, will, may control, command, subdue, That braving boy that thus bewitcheth you. How gladly would we succour you my Lord, But that we fear. What? the Moonshine 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 climb to overthrow them straight? accursed thy wreak, thy wrath, thy bale, thy wheel, That mak'st me sigh the sorrows that I feel. untrodden paths my feet 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 high, Shall witness Marius triumphs if he die. But she that gave the lictor's rod and axe, To wait my six times Consulship in Rome, will not pursue where erst she flattered so, Minturnum then farewell for I must go, But think for to repent you of your no. Nay stay my Lord and deign in private here, To weight a message of more better worth, Your age and travels must have some relief, And be not wroth, for greater men than we Have feared Rome and Roman tyranny. You talk it now like men confirmed in faith, well let me try the fruits of your discourse, For care my mind and pain my body wrongs. Then Favorinus shut his Lordship up, within some secret chamber in the state, meanwhile we will consult to keep him safe, And work some secret means for his supply. Be trusty Lords, if not I can but die. Poor hapless Roman, little wottest thou, The weary end of thine oppressed life. Why my Pausanius, what imports these words? Oh Lucius' age hath printed in my thoughts, A memory of many troubles past, The greatest towns and Lords of Asia, Have stood on tickle terms through simple truth, The Rhodian records well can witness this. Then to prevent our means of overthrow, Find out some stranger that may suddenly, Enter the chamber where as Marius lies, And cut him short, the present of whose head Shall make the Romans praise us for our truth, And Sulla priest to grant us privilege.
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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. A hope beseeming Marius, but I feare, Too strange to haue a short and good euent. 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. How gladly would we succour you my Lord, But that we feare. 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 see 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. 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. 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. 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. Be trustie Lords, if not I can but die. Poore haples Romaine, little ottest thou, The wearie end of thine oppressed life. Why my Pausanius, what imports these words? 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.