The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 24 of 38
Lodge, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1586-1591] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 535 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then think that some strange fortune shall ensue, Poor Fulvia, now thy happy days are done, In steed of marriage pomp, the fatal lights Of funerals must mask about thy bed. Nor shall thy father's arms with kind embrace Hem in thy shoulders trembling now for fear. I see in Marius looks such tragedies, As fear my heart, and fountains fills mine eyes. Fie Fulvia, shall thy father's daughter faint Before the threats of dangers shall approach? Dry up those tears, and like a Roman maid, Be bold and silent till our foe have said. Cornelia wise unto my traitor foe? What gadding mood hath forced thy speedy slight, To leave thy country, and forsake thy friends? Accursed Marius, offspring of my pains, Whose furious wrath hath wrought thy country's woe: What may remain for me or mine in Rome, That see the tokens of thy tyrannies? Vile monster, robbed of virtue, what revenge Is this, to wreak thine anger on the walls? To race our house, to banish all our friends, To kill the rest, and captive us at last? Thinkst thou by barbarous deeds to boast thy state, Or spoiling Sulla to depress his hate? No Marius, but for every drop of blood And inch of wrong he shall return thee two. madam, in danger wisdom doth advise, In humble terms to reconcile our foes. She is a woman Flaccus, let her talk, That breath forth bitter words instead of blows, And in regard of that unmodest man, Thou shouldst desist from outrage and revenge. What, can your Grace endure these cursed scoffs! Why my Lectorius, I have ever learned, That Ladies cannot wrong me with upbraids. Then let her talk, and my concealed hate, Shall heap revengement upon Sulla's pate. Let fevers first afflict thy feeble age, Let palsies make thy stubborn fingers faint, Let humours streaming from thy moistened brains With clouds of dimness choke thy fretful eyes, Before these monstrous harms assail my sire, By'r Lady Fulvia, you are gaily red, Your mother well may boast you for her own, For both of you have words and scoffs at will: And since I like the compass of your wit, myself will stand, and Ladies you shall sit: And if you please to wade in farther words, Let's see what brawls your memories affords. Your Lordship's passing mannerly in jest, But that you may perceive we smell your drift, We both will sit and countenance your shift. Where constancy and beauty do consort, There Ladies threatenings turned to merry sport. How fare these beautiful, what well at ease? As ready as at first for to displease. For full confirmed that we shall surely die, We wait our ends with Roman constancy. why think you Marius hath confirmed your death! What other fruit may spring from tyrant's hands! In faith then Ladies, thus the matter stands, Since you mistake my love and courtesy, Prepare yourselves, for you shall surely die. I Marius, now I know thou dost not he▪ And that thou mayst unto thy lasting blame, Extinguish in our deaths thy wished fame. Grant us this boon that making choice of death, We may be freed from fury of thine ire,
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Then thinke that some strange fortune shall insue, Poore Fuluia, now thy happie daies are done, In steed of marriage pompe, the fatall lights Of funeralls must maske about thy bed. Nor shall thy fathers armes with kinde embrace Hem in thy shoulders trembling now for feare. I see in Marius lookes such tragedies, As feare my hart, and fountaines fills mine eyes. Fie Fuluia, shall thy fathers daughter faint Before the threats of dangers shall approach? Drie vp those teares, and like a Romane maid, Be bold and silent till our foe haue said. Cornelia wise vnto my traitor foe? VVhat gadding mood hath forst thy speedie slight, To leaue thy country, and forsake thy frends? Accursed Marius, off-spring of my paines, VVhose furious wrath hath wrought thy countries woe▪ VVhat may remaine for me or mine in Rome, That see the tokens of thy tyrannies? Vile monster, robd of vertue, what reuenge Is this, to wreake thine anger on the walls? To race our house, to banish all our frends, To kill the rest, and captiue vs at last? Thinkst thou by barbarcos deedes to boast thy state, Or spoyling Scilla to depresse his hate? No Marius, but for euerie drop of blood And inch of wrong he shall returne thee two. Madame, in danger wise dome doth aduise, In humble termes to reconcile our foes. She is a woman Flaccus, let her talke, That breath forth bitter words in steed of blowes, And in regard of that unmodest man, Thou shouldst desist from outrage and reuenge. VVhat, can your Grace indue these cursed scoffs! VVhy my Lectorius, I haue euer learnt, That Ladies cannot wrong me with vpbraids. Then let her talke, and my concealed hate, Shall heap reuengement vpon Scillas pate. Let feauers first afflict thy feeble age, Let palsies make thy stubborne fingers faint, Let humors streaming from thy moystned braines With cloudes of dymnes choake thy fretfull eyes, Before these monstrous harmes assaile my syre, Byr Ladie Fuluia, you are gaily red, Your mother well may boast you for her owne, For both of you haue words and scoffs at will: And since I like the compasse of your wit, My selfe will stand, and Ladies you shall sit: And if you please to wade in farther words, Lets see what brawles your memories affords. Your Lordships passing mannerly iniest, But that you may perceiue we smell your drift, VVe both will sit and countenance your shift. VVhere constancie and beautie doo consort, There Ladies threatnings turnd to merry sport. How fare these beautifull, what well at ease? As readie as at first for to displease. For full confirmd that we shall surely die, VVe wait our ends with Romane constancie. why think you Marius hath confirmd your death! VVhat other frute may spring from tyrants hands! In faith then Ladies, thus the matter stands, Since you mistake my loue and curtesie, Prepare your selues, for you shall surely die. I Marius, now I know thou dost not he▪ And that thou maist vnto thy lasting blame, Extinguish in our deaths thy wished fame. Grant vs this boone that making choice of death, VVe may be freed from furie of thine yre,