The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 30 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 0.86 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Sulla thy threats and scoffs amate me not: I pray thee let thy murderers have me hence, For Carbo rather likes to die by sword, Than live to be a mocking stock to thee. The man hath hast good soldiers take him hence, It would be good to alter his pretence. But be advised, that when the fool is slain, You part the head and body both in twain. I know that Carbo longs to know the cause, And shall: thy body for the ravens, thy head for daws. O matchless ruler of our Capitol, Behold poor Rome with grave and piteous eye, Fulfilled with wrong and wretched tyranny. Tut the proud man's prayer will never pierce the sky. But whether press these mincing Senators? We presse with praiers, we come with mour full teacer▪ Entreating Sulla by those holy bands That links fair Iuno with her thundering Ioue, Even by the bounds of hospitality, To pity Rome afflicted through thy wrath. Thy soldiers (Sulla) murder innocents. O whither will thy lawless fury stretch, If little ruth ensue thy country's harms. Gay words Narbonus, full of eloquence, Accompanied with action and conceit. But I must teach thee judgement therewithal. Dar'st thou approach my presence that hast borne Thine arms inspite of Sulla and his friends? I tell thee foolish man thy judgement wanted In this presumptuous purpose that is past: And loitering scholar, since you fail in art, I'll learn you judgement shortly to your smart. Dispatch him soldiers, I must see him die. And you Carinna, Carbo's ancient friend, Shall follow straight your heedless General. And Scipio were it not I loud thee well. Thou shouldst accompany these slaves to hell: But get you gone, and if you love yourself, Pardon me Sulla, pardon gentle Sulla. Sirrah, this gentle name was coined too late, And shadowed in the shrouds of biting hate. Dispatch: why so, good fortune to my friends, As for my foes, even such shall be their ends. Convey them hence Metellus, gentle Metellus, Fetch me Sertorius from Iberia, In doing so, thou standest me in stead, For sore I long to see the traitor's head. I go confirmed to conquer him by sword, or in th' exploit to hazard life and all. Now Pompey let me see, those Senators Are dangerous stops of our pretended state, And must be curtailed lest they grow too proud, I do proscribe just forty Senators, Which shall be leaders in my tragedy. And for our Gentlemen are over proud, Of them a thousand and six hundredth die, A goodly army meet to conquer hell. soldiers perform the course of my decree, Their friends my foes, their foes shall be my friends, Go sell their goods by trumpet at your wills, meanwhile Pompey shall see and Rome shall rue, The miseries that shortly shall ensue.
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Scilla thy threates and scoffes amate me not: I pre thee let thy murthrers hae me hence, For Carbo rather likes to die by sword, Than liue to be a mocking stocke to thee. The man hath hast good souldiers take him hence, It would be good to alter his pretence. But be aduisde, that when the foole is slaine, You part the head and bodie both in twaine. I know that Carbo longs to know the cause, And shall: thy bodie for the rauens, thy head for daw. O matchles ruler of our Capitoll, Behold poore Rome with graue and piteous eie, Ful-fild with wrong and wretched tyrannie. Tut the proud mans praier wil neuer pierce the skie. But whether presse these mincing Senators? VVe presse with praiers, we come with mour full teacer▪ Intreating Scilla by those holy bands That linkes faire Iuno with her thundring Ioue, Euen by the bounds of hospitalitie, To pitie Rome afflicted through thy wrath. Thy souldiers (Scilla) murder innocents. O whither will thy lawles surie stretch, If little ruth ensue thy countries harmes. Gay words Narbonus, full of eloquence, Accompanied with action and conceipt. But I must teach thee iudgement therewithall. Dar'st thou approch my presence that hast borne Thine armes inspight of Scilla and his frends? I tell thee foolish man thy iudgement wanted In this presumptuous purpose that is past: And loytering scholler, since you faile in art, Ile learne you iudgement shortly to your smart▪. Dispatch him souldiers, I must see him die. And you Carinna, Carbos ancient frend, Shall follow straight your heedles Generall. And Scipio were it not I loud thee well. Thou shouldst accompanie these slaues to hell: But get you gone, and if you loue your selfe, Pardon me Scilla, pardon gentle Scilla. Sirrha, this gentle name was coynd too late, And shadowed in the shrowds of byting hate. Dispatch: why so, good fortune to my frends, As for my foes, euen such shall be their ends. Conueigh them hence Metellus, gentle Metellus, Fetch me Sertorius from Iberia, In dooing so, thou standest me in stead, For sore I long to see the traitors head. I goe confirmd to conquer him by sword, or in th' exployt to hazard life and all. Now Pompey let me see, those Senators Are dangerous stops of our pretended state, And must be curtald least they grow too proud, I doo proscribe iust fortie Senators, Which shal be leaders in my tragedie. And for our Gentlemen are ouer proud, Of them a thousand and sixe hundreth die, A goodlie armie meete to conquere hell. Souldiers performe the course of my decree, Their friends my foes, their foes shal be my friends, Go sell their goods by trumpet at your wills, Meane while Pompey shall see and Rome shall rue, The miseries that shortly shall ensue.