The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 25 of 38
Lodge, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1586-1591] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
An easy boon, Ladies I condescend, Then suffer us in private chamber close To meditate a day or two alone: And tyrant if thou find us living then, Commit us straight unto thy slaughtering men. Ladies I grant, for Marius nill deny, A suit so easy, and of such import: For pity were that Dames of constancy, Should not be agents of their misery. Lectorius, hark, dispatch. Lo Fulvia, now the latest doom is fixed, And nought remains but constant Roman hearts, To bear the brunt of irksome furies spite, Rouse thee my dear, and daunt those faint conceits, That trembling stand aghast at bitter death: Bethink thee now that Sulla was thy sire, Whose courage heaven nor fortune could abate. Then like the offspring of fierce Sulla's house, Pass with the thrice renowned Phrygian Dame, As to thy marriage, so unto thy death: For nought to wretches is more sweet than death. Madam confirmed as well to die as live, Fulvia awaiteth nothing but her death. Yet had my father known the course of change, Or seen our loss by lucky augury, This tyrant nor his followers had lived, To joy the ruin of fierce Sulla's house. But Lady, they that dwell on fortunes call, No sooner rise, but subject are to fall. Marius I doubt not but our constant ends, Shall make thee wail thy tyrant's government. When tyrants rule doth breed my care & woe Then will I say two Ladies told me so. But here comes Lectorius, Now my Lord, have you brought those things. I have noble Consul. Now Ladies, you are resolute to die. I Marius, for terror cannot daunt us: tortures were framed to dread the baser eye, And not t'appall a princely majesty. And Marius lives to triumph o'er his foes, That train where warlike troops amidst the plains, And are enclosed and hemmed with shining arms, Not to appall such princely Majesty. Virtue sweet Ladies is of more regard In Marius' mind where honour is enthroned, Than Rome or rule of Roman Empery. The bands that should combine your snow white wrists, Are these which shall adorn your milk white necks: The private cells where you shall end your lives, Is Italy, is Europe, nay the world: Th'Euxinian sea, and fierce Sicilian Gulf, The river Ganges and Hydaspis stream, shall level lie, and smooth as crystal ice: Whilst Fulvia and Cornelia pass thereon: The soldiers that should guard you to your deaths, Shall be five thousand gallant youths of Rome, In purple robes cross bard with pales of gold, Mounted on warlike coursers for the field, Fet from the mountain tops of Cortia, Or bred in hills of bright Sardinia, Who shall conduct and bring you to your Lord, I unto Sulla Ladies shall you go, And tell him Marius holds within his hands, Honor for Ladies, for ladies' rich reward, But as for Sulla and for his compeers Who dare 'gainst Marius vaunt their golden crests, Tell him for them old Marius holds revenge, And in his hands both triumphs life and death.
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An easie boon, Ladies I condiscend, Then suffer vs in priuate chamber close To meditate a day or two alone: And tyrant if thou finde vs liuing then, Commit vs straight vnto thy slaughtring men. Ladies I grant, for Marius nill denie, A sute so easie, and of such import: For pitie were that Dames of constancie, Should not be agents of their miserie. Lectorius, harke, dispatch. Loe Fuluia, now the latest doome is fixt, And naught remaines but constant Romane harts, To beare the brunt of yrksome furies spight, Rouse thee my deare, and daunt those faint conceipts, That trembling stand agast at bitter death: Bethinke thee now that Scilla was thy syre, VVhose courage heauen nor fortune could abate. Then like the off-spring of fierce Scillas house, Passe with the thrice renowmed Phrigian Dame, As to thy marriage, so vnto thy death: For nought to wretches is more sweete than death. Madam confirmd as well to die as liue, Fuluia awaiteth nothing but her death. Yet had my father knowne the course of change, Or seene our losse by luckie augurie, Thys tyrant nor hys followers had liued, To ioy the ruine of fierce Scillas house. But Ladie, they that dwell on fortunes call, No sooner rise, but subiect are to fall. Marius I doubt not but our constant endes, Shall make thee waile thy tyrants gouernment. VVhen tyrants rule doth breed my care & woe Then will I say two Ladies told me so. But here comes Lectorius, Now my Lord, haue you brought those things. I haue noble Consull. Now Ladies, you are resolute to die. I Marius, for terror cannot daunt vs: Tortors were framde to dread the baser eie, And not t'appall a princely maiestie. And Marius liues to triumph ore his foes, That traine where warlike troopes amidst the plaines, And are inclosde and hemd with shining armes, Not to appa such princely Maiestie. Vertue sweete Ladies is of more regard In Marius minde where honor is inthronde, Than Rome or rule of Romane Emperie. The bands that should combine your snow white wrests, Are these which shall adorne your milke white neckes: The priuate cels where you shall end your liues, Is Italy, is Europe, nay the world: Th'Luxnian sea, and fierce Sicilian Gulph, The riuer Ganges and Hydaspis streame, Sha'l leuell lye, and smoothe as christall yce: VVhilst Fuluia and Cornelia passe thereon: The souldiers that should guard you to your deaths, Shall be fiue thousand gallant youths of Rome, In purple roabes crosse bard with pales of gold, Mounted on warlike coursers for the field, Fet from the mountaine tops of Cortia, Or bred in hills of bright Sardinia, VVho shall conduct and bring you to your Lord, I vnto Scilla Ldies shall you goe, And tell him Marius hods within his hands, Hor for Ladies, for Ladies rich reward, But as for Silla and for his compeeres VVho dare gainst Marius vaunt their goldn cests, Tell him for them old Marius holds reuenge, And in his hands both triumphs life and death.