The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 11 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 0.85 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
A barbarous act to wrong the men that trust, In country's cause in justice proveth just. Come Lucius let not silly thought of right, Subject our City to the Romans might: For why you know in Marius' only end, Rome will reward and Sulla will be friend, Yet all successions will us discommend. The way ward Lady of this wicked world. That leads in luckless triumph wretched men, My Roman friends hath forced our desires, And framed our minds to brook too base relief, What land or Libyan desert is unsought, To find my father Marius and your friend: Yea they whom true relent could never touch, These fierce Numidians hearing our mishaps, Weep floods of moan to wail our wretched fates. Thus we that erst with terrors did attaint, The Bactrian bounds and in our Roman wars, enforced the barbarous borderers of the Alps, To tremble with the terrors of our looks. Now fly poor men affrighted with our harms, Seeking amidst the desert rocks and dens, For him that whilom in our Capitol, Even with a beck commanded Asia. Thou woeful son of such a famous man, unsheath thy sword, conduct these warlike men To Rome, unhappy Mistress of our harms: And there since tyrant's power hath thee oppressed, And robbed thee of thy father, friends and all, So die undaunted, killing of thy foes, That were the offspring of these wretched woes. Why how now Marius, will you mate us thus; That with content adventure for your love? Why Noble youth resolve yourself on this, That son and father both have friends in Rome That seek old Marius' rest and your relief. Lectorius, friends are geason now adays, And grow to fume before they taste the fire: Adversities bereaving man's avails, They fly like feathers dallying in the wind, They rise like bubbles in a stormy rain, Swelling in words and flying faith and deeds. How fortunate art thou my lovely Lord, That in thy youth mayst reap the fruits of age, And having lost occasions holdfast now, mayst learn hereafter how to entertain her well: But sudden hopes do swarm about my heart, Be merry Romans see where from the Coast, A weary messenger doth post him fast. It should be Cinna's slave or else I err, For in his forehead I behold the scar, Wherewith he marketh still his barbarous swains. Oh stay him good Lectorius for me seem, His great post hast some pleasure should present. Sirrah art thou of Rome? Perhaps Sir no? Without perhaps say Sirrah is it so? This is Lectorius Marius' friend I trow, Yet were I best to learn the certainty, Lest some dissembling foes should me descry. Sirrah leave off this foolish dalliance, Lest with my sword I wake you from your trance. Oh happy man, Oh labours well achieved, How hath this chance my weary limbs revived: Oh Noble Marius, Oh Princely Marius. what means this Peasant by his great rejoice.
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A barbarous act to wrong the men that trust, In Countries cause in iustice proueth iust. Come Lucius let not sillie thought of right, Subiect our Citie to the Romaines might: For why you know in Marius onely end, Rome will reward and scilla will be , Yet all successions will vs discomend. The way ward Ladie of this wicked world. That leads in luckles triumph wretched men, My Romaine friends hath forced our desires, And framde our minds to brooke too base reliefe, VVhat land or Libian desert is vnsought, To finde my father Marius and your friend: Yea they whom true relent could neuer touch, These fierce Numidians hearing our mishaps, VVeepe flouds of mone to waile our wretched fates. Thus we that erst with terrors did attaint, The Bactrian bounds and in our Romaine warres, Enforst the barbarous borderers of the Alpes, To tremble with the terrors of our looks. Now flie poore men affrighted with our harmes, Seeking amidst the desert rocks and dens, For him that whilom in our Capitoll, Euen with a becke commaunded Asia. Thou wofull sonne of such a famous man, Vnsheath thy sword, conduct these warlike men To Rome, vnhappie Mistris of our harmes: And there since tyrants powre hath thee opprest, And robd thee of thy father, friends and all, So die vndaunted, killing of thy foes, That were the offspring of these wretched woes. VVhy how now Marius, will you mate vs thus; That with content aduenture for your loue? VVhy Noble youth resolue your selfe on this, That sonne and father both haue friends in Rome That seeke olde Marius rest and your reliefe. Lectorius, friends are geason now adaies, And grow to fume before they tast the fire: Aduersities bereauing mans aailes, They flie like feathers dallying in the winde, They rise like bubbles in a stormie raine, Swelling in words and flying faith and deedes. How fortunate art thou my louely Lord, That in thy youth maist reape the fruits of age, And hauing lost occasions hold-fast now, Maist learne hereafter how to entertaine her well: But sodaine hopes doo swarme about my hart, Be merry Romaines see where from the Coast, A wearie messenger doth poast him fast. It should be Cinnas slaue or els I erre, For in his forhead I behold the scar, Wherewith he marketh still his barbarous swaines. Oh stay him good Lectorius for me seeme, His great post hast some pleasure should present. Sirra art thou of Rome? Perhaps Sir no? VVithout perhaps say Sirra is it so? This is Lectorius Marius friend I trow, Yet were I best to learne the certainetie, Lest some dissembling foes should me disery. Sirra leaue off this foolish dalliance, Lest with my sword I wake you from your trance. Oh happie man, Oh labours well atchieude, How hath this chance my wearie lims reuiude: Oh Noble Marius, Oh Princelie Marius. what meanes this Pesant by his great reioice.