The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 33 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 0.78 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
A wondrous and bewitched constancy, Beseeming Marius' pride and haughty mind, Come let us charge the breach, the town is ours Both male and female put them to the sword: So please you Sulla, and fulfil his word. Now Romans we have brought Preneste low, And Marius sleeps amidst the dead at last. So then to Rome my countrymen with joy, Where Sulla waits the tidings of our fight, Those prisoners that are taken, see forth with With warlike javelins you put them to death. Come let us march, see Rome in sight my hearts, Where Sulla waits the tidings of our war. Romans you know, and to your griefs have seen A world of troubles hatched here at home, Which through prevention being well-nigh crossed By worthy Sulla and his warlike band: I Consul with these fathers think it meet To fortify our peace and City's weal, To name some man of worth that may supply dictator's power and place, whose majesty Shall cross the courage of rebellious minds, What think you Romans, will you condescend? Nay Flaccus, for their profits they must yield, For men of mean condition and conceit Must humble their opinions to their lords, And if my friends and Citizens consent Since I am borne to manage mighty things, I will (though loath) both rule and govern them. I speak not this as though I wish to reign, But for to know my friends: and yet again I merit Romans far more grace than this. I countrymen, if Sulla's power and mind If Sulla's virtue courage and device, If Sulla's friends and fortunes merit fame, but he should bear dictator's name. What think you Citizens, why stand ye mute? Shall Sulla be Dictator here in Rome? By full consent Sulla shallbe Dictator. Then in the name of Rome I here present The rods and axes into Sulla's hand, And fortunate prove Sulla our Dictator. My fortunes Flaccus cannot be impeached, For at my birth the planets passing kind Could entertain no retrograde aspects. And that I may with kindness quite their love, My countrymen I will prevent the cause, 'gainst all the false encounters of mishap. You name me your Dictator, but prefix No time, no course, but give me leave to rule, And yet exempt me not from your revenge: Thus by your pleasures being set aloft, Straight by your furies I should quickly fall. No Citizens, who readeth Sulla's mind, Must form my titles in another kind. Either let Sulla be Dictator ever, Or flatter Sulla with these titles never. Perpetual be thy glory and renown, Perpetual Lord Dictator shalt thou be. Hereto the Senate frankly doth agree. Then so shall Sulla reign you Senators, Then so shall Sulla rule you Citizens: As Senators and Citizens that please me Shall be my friends, the rest cannot disease me. But see whereas Lucretius is returned. Welcome brave Roman where is Marius? Are these Prenestians put unto the sword. The City noble Sulla razed is, And Marius dead not by our swords my Lord, But with more constancy than Cato died,
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A wondrous and bewitched constancie, Beseeming Marius pride and haughtie minde, Come let vs charge the breach, the towne is ours Both male and female put them to the sword: So please you Scilla, and fulfill his word. Now Romanes we haue brought Preneste low, And Marius sleepes amidst the dead at last. So then to Rome my countrimen with ioy, VVhere Scilla waights the tidings of our fight, Those prisners that are taken, see forth with VVith warlike iauelins you put them to death. Come let vs march, see Rome in sight my harts, VVhere Scilla waights the tidings of our warre. Romanes you know, and to your greefes haue seene A world of troubles hatched here at home, VVhich through preuention being welnigh crost By worthie Scilla and his warlike band: I Consull with these fathers thinke it meet To fortifie our peace and Cities weale, To name some man of worth that may supply Dictators power and place, whose maiestie Shall crosse the courage of rebellious mindes, VVhat thinke you Romanes, will you condiscend? Nay Flaccus, for their profits they must yeeld, For men of meane condition and conceipt Must humble their opinions to their lords, And if my frends and Citizens consent Since I am borne to manage mightie things, I will (though loth) both rule and gouerne them. I speake not this as though I wish to raigne, But for to know my frends: and yet againe I merrit Romanes arre more grace than this. I countrimen, if Scillas powre and mind If Scillas vertue courage and deuice, If Scillas frends and fortunes merit fame, should Dictators name. VVhat think you Citizens, why stand ye mutepunc; Shall Scilla be Dictator here in Rome? By full consent Scilla shalbe Dictator. Then in the name of Rome I here present The rods and axes into Scillas hand, And fortunate proue Scilla our Dictator. My fortunes Flaccus cannot be impeacht, For at my birth the plannets passing kinde Could entertaine no retrograde aspects. And that I may with kindnes quite their loue, My countrimen I will preuent the cause, Gainst all the false encounters of mishap. You name me your Dictator, but prefixe No time, no course, but giue me leaue to rule, And yet exempt me not from your reuenge: Thus by your plesures being aloft, Straight by your furies I should quickly fall. No Citizens, who readeth Scillas minde, Must forme my titles in another kinde. Either let Scilla be Dictator euer, Or flatter Scilla with these titles neuer. Perpetuall be thy glorie and renowne, Perpetuall Lord Dictator shalt thou bee. Hereto the Senate frankly doth agree. Then so shall scilla raigne you Senators, Then so shall Scilla rule you Citizens: As Senators and Citizens that please mee Shall be my frends, the rest cannot disease mee▪ But see whereas Lucretius is returnde. Welcome braue Romaine where is Marius? Are these Prenestians put vnto the sword. The Cittie noble Scilla raced is, And Marius dead not by our swords my Lord, But with more constancie than Cato died,