The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 4 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars 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.
Th'Alarum beats necessity of fight Th'unsober evening draws out reeling forces Soldiers half men, who to their colours troop With fury, not with valour: whilst our ships unrigged, unused, fitter for fire than water We save in our bard haven from surprise. By this our army marcheth toward the shore, Undisciplined young men most bold to do If they knew how, or what, when we descry A mighty dust beat up with horses hooves Straight Roman ensigns glitter: Scipio. Scipio. Scipio advanced like the God of blood Leads up grim war, that father of foul wounds Whose sinewy feet are steeped in gore, whose hideous voice Makes turrets tremble, and whole Cities shake Before whose brows flight and disorder hurry With whom March Burnings, murder, wrong, waste, rapes Behind whom a sad train is seen, Woe, Fears Tortures, Lean, Need, Famine, and helpless tears Now make we equal stand in mutual view We judged the Romans 18. thousand foot 5000. Horse, we almost doubled them In number not in virtue: yet in heat Of youth and wine jolly and full of blood. We gave the sign of battle: shouts are raised That shook the heavens: pell-mell our arms join Horse, targets, pikes all against each opposed They give fierce shook, arms thundered as they closed Men cover earth which straight are covered With men and earth: yet doubtful stood the fight More fair to Carthage; when lo as oft you see In mines of gold, when labouring slaves delve out The richest ore, being in sudden hope With some unlooked for vain to full their buckets And send huge treasure up, a sudden damp Stifles them all, their hands yet stuffed with gold So fell our fortunes for look as ye stood proud As hopeful victors, thinking to return With spoils worth triumph, wrathful Syphax lands With full ten thousand strong Numidian horse And ions to Scipio, then lo we all were damned We fall in glusters and our wearied troops Quit all: slaughter ran throw us straight, we fly Romans pursue, but Scipio sounds retreat As fearing trains and night: we make amain For Carthage most, and some for Utica All for our lives: new force, fresh arms with speed You have said truth of all: no more. I bleed. O wretched fortune. Old Lord spare thy haynes What dost thou think baldness will cure thy grief What decree the Senate? Ask old Gelosso who returns from them Informed with fullest charge strong Asdrubal Great Massinissa Carthage General So speaks the Senate: Counsel for this war In Hanno magnus, Bytheas, Carthalon. And us Gelosso rests: Embrace this charge You never yet dishonoured. Asdrubal High Massinissa by your vows to Carthage By God of greatmen Glory, fight for Carthage Ten thousand strong Massulians ready trouped Expect their King, double that number waits The leading of loud Asdrubal; beat loud Our Afrique drums, and whilst our o'ertoiled foe Snores on his unlaced cask, all faint though proud Through his successful fight strike fresh alarms Gods are not if they grace not bold just arms.
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Th'allarum beates necessitie of fight Th'vnsober euening drawes out reeling forces Souldiers halfe men, who to their colors troupe With fury, not with valor: whilst our ships Vnrigd, vnusd, fitter for fier then water We saue in our bard hauen from surprise. By this our army marcheth toward the shore, Vndisciplind young men most bold to doe If they knew how, or what, when we discrie A mightie dust beate vp with horses houes Straight Roman ensignes glitter: Scipio. Scipio. Scipio aduaunced like the God of blood Leads vp grim war, that father of foule wounds Whose finowy feete are steepd in gore, whose hideous voice Makes turrets tremble, and whole Citties shake Before whose browes flight and disorder hurry With whom March Burnings, murder, wrong, waste, rapes Behind whom a sad traine is seene, Woe, Feares Tortures, Leane, Neede, Famine, and helplesse teares Now make we equall stand in mutuall vew We iudg'd the Romans 18. thousand foote 5000▪ Horse, we almost doubled them In number not in vertue: yet in heate Of youth and wine iolly and full of bloud. We gaue the signe of battle: shouts are raisd That shooke the heauens: Pell Mell our armys ioyne Horse, targets, pikes all against each apposd They giue fierce shoke, arms thundred as they closd Men couer earth which straight are couered With men and earth: yet doubtfull stood the fight More faire to Carthage; when loe as oft you see In mines of gold, when laboring slaues delue out The richest ore, being in suddaine hope With some vnlookt for vaine to full their buckets And send huge treasure vp, a suddaine damp Stifles them all, their hands yet stuffd with gold So fell our fortunes for looke as yee stood proud As hopefull victors, thinking to returne With spoiles worth triumph, wrathfull Syphax lands With full ten thousand strong Numidian horse And ions to Scipio, then loe we all were damp't We fall in glusters and our wearied troups Quit all: slaughter ran throw vs straight, we flie Romans pursue, but Scipio sounds retraite As fearing traines and night: we make amaine For Carthage most, and some for Vtica All for our liues: new force, fresh armes with speed You haue said truth of all: no more. I bleede. O wretched fortune. Old Lord spare thy hays What dost thou thinke baldnesse will cure thy greefe What decree the Senate? Aske old Gelosso who returnes from them Informd with fullest charge strong Asdruball Great Massinissa Carthage Generall So speakes the Senate: Counsell for this warre In Hanno magnus, Bytheas, Carthalon. And vs Gelosso rests: Imbrace this charge You neuer yet dishonord. Asdruball High Massinissa by your vowes to Carthage By God of great-men Glory, fight for Carthage Ten thousand strong Massulians readie troupt Expect their King, double that number waites The leading of loud Asdruball; beate lowde Our Affrike drummes, and whil'st our o're-toild foe Snores on his vnlacd cask, all faint though proud Through his succesfull fight strike fresh allarmes Gods are not if they grace not bold iust armes.