The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 35 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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
What lets me Pompey? why my courteous friend, Can he remain secure that wields a charge? Or think of wit when flatterers do commend? Or be advised that careless runs at large? o Pompey, honnie words makes foolish mindes, And power the greatest wit with error blinds. Flaccus, I murdered Anthonie thy friend, Romans: some here have lost at my command Their Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, and Allies, And think you Sulla thinking these misdeeds, Be thinks not on your grudges and mislike? Yes Countrymen I bear them still in mind. Then Pompey were I not a silly man, To leave my Rule and trust these Romans then? Your Grace hath small occasions of mistrust, Nor seek these Citizens for your disclaim. But Pompey now these reaching plumes of pride, That mounted up my fortunes to the Clouds, By grave conceits shall straight be laid aside, And Sulla thinks of far more simple shrouds. For having tried occasion in the throne, I'll see if she dare frown when state is gone. Lo senators, the man that sat aloft, Now deigns to give inferiors highest place. Lo here the man whom Rome repined oft, A private man, content to brook disgrace, Romans, lo here the axes, rods and all, I'll master fortune, lest she make me thrall. Now who so list accuse me, tell my wrongs, Upbraid me in the presence of this state. Is none these jolly Citizens among, That will accuse or say I am ingrate. Then will I say and boldly boast my chances, That nought may force the man whom Fate advances. what meaneth Sulla in this sullen mood, To leave his titles on the sudden thus? Consul I mean with calm and quiet mind, To pass my days while happy death I find. What greater wrong, than leave thy country so? Both it and life must Sulla leave in time. Yet during life have care of Rome and us. O wanton world that flatter'st in thy prime, And breathest balm and poison mixed in one. See how these wavering Romans wished my reign, That whilom I am sought and sought to have me slain, My Countrymen this City wants no store Of Father's warriors to supply my room, So grant me peace and I will die for Rome. These are very indiscreet counsels neighbour poppy, and I will follow your misadvisement. I tell you goodman curtal the wench hath wrong, oh vain world, oh foolish men, could a man in nature cast a wench down, and disdain in nature to lift her up again? could he take away sir dishonesty without bouncing up the banes of matrimony? oh learned Poet well didst thou write Fustian verse. These maids are daws that go to the laws and a babe in the belly. Tut man 'tis the way the world must follow, for maids must be kind, good husbands to find. But mark the fierce if they swell before, it will grieve them sore. but see yond's Master Sulla, faith a pretty fellow is a.
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What lets me Pompey? why my curteous frend, Can he remaine secure that weilds a charge? Or thinke of wit when lattrers doo commend? Or be aduisde that careles runs at large? o Pompey, honnie words makes foolish mindes, And pore the greatest wit with error blindes. I murdred Antoe thy frend, Romanes: some here haue lost at my commaund Their Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, and Allies, And thinke you Scilla thinking these misdeeds, Be thinks not on your grudges and mislike? Yes Countrimen I beare them still in minde. Then Pompey were I not a silly man, To leaue my Rule and trust these Romans than? Your Grace hath small occasions of , Nor seeke these Citizens for your disclaime. But Pompey now these reaching plumes of pride, That mounted vp my fortunes to the Clowds, By graue conceits shall straight be laid aside, And scilla thinks of farre more simple shrowds. For hauing tride occasion in the throne, Ile see if she dare frowne when state is gone. Loe senators, the man that sate aloft, Now deignes to giue inferiors highest place. Loe here the man whom Rome repined oft, A priuate man, content to brooke disgrace, Romanes, loe here the axes, rods and all, Ile master fortune, least she make me thrall. Now who so list accuse me, tell my wrongs, Vpbraid me in the presence of this state. Is none these olly Citizens among, That will accuse or say I am ingrate. Then will I say and boldly boast my chaunces, That nought may force the man whom Fate aduances. what meaneth scilla in this sullen moode, To leaue his titles on the sodaine thus? Consull I meane with calme and quiet mind, To passe my daies while happy death I finde. What greater wrong, than leaue thy countrey so? Both it and life must scilla leaue in time. Yet during life haue care of Rome and vs. O wanton world that flatterst in thy prime, And breathest balme and poyson mixt in one. See ow these wauering Romaines wisht my raigne, That why lom sought and sought to haue me slaine, My Countrymen this Cittie wants no store Of Fathers warriors to supplie my roome, So grant me peace and I will die for Rome. These are verie indiscreet counsailes neighbor Poppey, and I will follow your misaduisement. I tell you goodman Curtall the wenche hath wrong, oh vaine world, oh foolish men, could a man in nature cast a wench downe, and disdaine in nature to lift hir vp again? could he take away ir dishonestie without bouncing vp the banes of matrimonie? oh learned Poet wel didst thou write ustian verse. These maides are dawes that goe to the lawes and a babe in the belly. Tut man tis the way the world must follow, for maides must be kinde, good husbands to finde. But marke the fierce if they swell before, it will grieue them sore. but see yondes Master scilla, faith a prettie fellow is a.