Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 12 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 0.79 · 514 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.

Oh worthy Roman, many months have passed, Since Cinna now the Consul and my Lord, Hath sent me forth to seek thy friends and thee: All Libya with our Roman Presidents, Numidia full of unfrequented ways, These weary limbs have trod to seek you out, And now occasion pitying of my pains, I late arrived upon this wished shore, Found out a sailor borne in Capua, That told me how your Lordship past this way, A happy labour worthy some reward, How fares thy master? what's the news at Rome? Pull out the pike from off this javelin top, And there are tidings for these Lords and thee, A policy beseeming Cinna well: BEing Consul (for the welfare both of father and sun, with other thy accomplices) I have under an honest policy since my installment in the Consulship, caused all Sulla's friends that were indifferent with the other neighbouring Cities to revolt: Octavius my fellow Consul with the rest of the Senate mistrusting me, and hearing how I sought to unite the old Citizens with the new, hath wrought much trouble, but to no effect. I hope the soldiers of Capua shall follow our faction, for Sulla hearing of these hurly-burlies is hasting homeward very fortunate in his wars against Mithridates. And it is to be feared, that some of his friends here have certified him of my proceedings, and purpose to restore you. Cethegus and Lectorius I hear say are with you. Censorinus and Albinovanus will shortly visit you. Therefore haste and seek out your father, who is now as I hear about Minturnum. Levy what power you can with all expedition, and stay not. Yea Fortune, shall young Marius climb aloft, Then woe to my repining foes in Rome, And if I live (sweet Queen of change) thy shrines, Shall shine with beauty midst the Capitol, Lectorius, tell me what were best be done. To sea my Lord, seek your warlike Sire, Send back this peasant with your full pretence, And think already that our pains have end, Since Cinna with his followers is your friend. Yea Romans we will furrow through the foam Of swelling floods, and to the sacred Twins Make sacrifice to shield our ships from storms. Follow me Lords, come gentle messenger, Thou shalt have gold and glory for thy pains. Upbraiding Senators bewitched with wit, That term true justice innovation: You ministers of Sulla's mad conceits, Will Consuls think you stoop to your controls? These younger Citizens, my fellow Lords, Bound to maintain both Marius and his son. Crave but their due, and will be held as good For privilege, as those of elder age: For they are men conformed to feats of arms, That have both wit and courage to command. These favourites of Octavius, what with age And palsies shake their javelins in their hands, Like heartless men attainted all with fear: And should they then overtop the youth. No, nor this Consul, nor Mark Anthonie, Shall make my followers faint, or lose their right, But I will have them equal with the best.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla
AuthorLodge, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1588 [1586-1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1587-1588]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 235 · TCP A06184 · DEEP 188
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 731–777 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 38 in this edition
Length514 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh worthy Romaine, many months haue past, Since Cinna now the Consul and my Lord, Hath sent me forth to seeke thy friends and thee: All Libia with our Romaine Presidents, Numidia full of vnfrequented waies, These wearie limbs haue troad to seeke you out, And now occasion pitying of my paines, I late arriude vpon this wished shore, Found out a Sailer borne in Capua, That told me how your Lordship past this way, A happie labor worthie some reward, How fares thy master? whats the newes at Rome? Pull out the pike from off this iauelin to And there are tidings for these Lords and thee, A pollicie beseeming Cynna well: BEing Consull (for the welfare both of father and , wish other thy accomplices) I haue vnder an honest policie my instalment in the Consulship, caused all Scillas frends that were indifferent with the other neighbring Cities to reuolt: Octauius my fellow Consull with the rest of the Senate mistrusting me, and hearing how I sought to vnite the old Citizens with the new, hath wrought much trouble, but to no effect. I hope the souldiers of Capua shall follow our faction, for Scilla hearing of these hurly-burlies is oating homeward verie fortunate in his warres against Mithridates. And it is to be feared, that some of his frends here haue certified him of my proceedings, and purpose to restore you. Cethegus and Lectorius I heare say are with you. Censorinus and Albinounus will shortly visit you. Therefore hast and seeke out your father, who is now as I heare about Minturnum. Leuie what power you can with all expeditio, and stay not. Yea Fortune, shall yong Marius clime aloft, Then woe to my repining foes in Rome, And if I liue (sweete Queene of change) thy shrines, Shall shine with beautie midst the Capitoll, Lectorius, tell me what were best be done. To sea my Lord, seeke your warlike Sire, Send backe this pesant with your full pretence, And thinke alreadie that our paines haue end, Since Cynna with his followers is your frend. Yea Romanes we will furrow through the fome Of swelling flouds, and to the sacred Twins Make sacrifice to shield our ships from stormes. Follow me Lords, come gentle messenger, Thou shalt haue gold and glorie for thy paines. VPbraiding Senators bewitcht with wit, That terme true iustice innouation: You ministers of Scillas mad conceipts, Will Consulls thinke you stoope to your controules? These yonger Citizens, my fellow Lords, Bound to maintaine both Marius and his sonne. Craue but their due, and will be held as good For priuiledge, as those of elder age: For they are men conformd to feats of armes, That haue both wit and courage to commaund. These fauorites of Octauius, what with age And palsies shake their iauelins in their hands, Like hartlesse men attainted all with feae: And should they then ouer-top the youth. No, nor this Consull, nor Marke Anhonie, Shall make my followers faint, or loose their right, But I will haue them equall with the best.