The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 22 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yet speak shall I o'ercome approaching foes. Spirits of wrath know nothing but their woes. My liege, my liege, the scouts of Cirta bring intelligence Of sudden danger, full ten thousand horse Fresh and well rid strong Massinissa leads As wings to Roman legions that march swift Led by that man of conquest, Scipio, Scipio Direct to Cirta. Hark their march is heard even to the city. Help, our guard, my arms, bid all our leaders march. Beat thick alarms, I have seen things which thou Wouldst quake to hear, Boldness and strength the shame of slaves be fear. Up heart, hold sword: though waves roll thee on shelf, Though fortune leave thee leave not thou thyself. Stand. Give the word stand. Part the file. give way Scipio by thy great name, but greater virtue, By our eternal love give me the chance Of this days battle: Let not thy envied fame Vouchsafe t'oppose the Roman legions Against one weakened Prince of Libya This quarrels mine: mine be the stroke of fight Let us and Syphax hurl our well forced darts Each unto others breast, O (what should I say) Thou beyond epithet thou whom proud Lords of fortune May even envy: (alas my joys so vast Makes me seem lost let us thunder and lightning Strike from our brave arms, look, look, seize that hill. Hark he comes near: From thence discern us strike Fire worth Ioue, mount up, and not repute Me very proud though wondrous resolute. My cause: my cause, is my bold heartening odds, That seven fold shield, just arms should fright the Gods Thy words are full of honour take thy fate, Which we do scorn to fear, to Scipio state Worthy his heart. Now let the forced brass Sound on. Iugurth clasp sure our cask Arm us with care, and Iugurth if I fall Through this days malice, or our father's sins If it in thy sword lie, break up my breast And save my heart that never fell nor's adieu To aught but Ioue and Sophonisba. Sound Stern hartners unto wounds and blood, sound loud For we have named Sophonisba. So. Hark hark, he comes, stand blood, now multiply Force more than fury, sound high, sound high, we strike For Sophonisba. For Sophonisba. Syphax. Massinissa. Be twixt us too Let single fight try all. Well urged, Well granted Of you my stars as I am worthy you I implore aid, and O if angels wait Upon good hearts my Genius be as strong As I am just. kings glory is their wrong. He that may only do just act's a slave My Gods my arm, my life, my heaven, my grave To me all end. Give day Gods, life and death To him that only fears blaspheming breath For Sophonisba. For Sophonisba. Unto thy fortune not to thee we yield Lives Sophonisba yet unstained, speak just Yet ours unforced?
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Yet speake shall I orecome approaching foes. Spirits of wrath know nothing but their woes. My liedge, my liedge, the scouts of Cirta bring intelligēce Of suddaine danger, full ten thousand horse Fresh and well id strong Massinissa leades As wings to Roman legions that march swift Led by that man of conquest▪ Scipio, Scipio Direct to Cirta. Harke their march is heard euen to the cittye. Helpe, our guard, my armes, bid all our leaders march. Beate thicke allarms, I haue seene things which thou Wouldst quake to heare, Boldnes and strength the shame of slaues bee feare. Vp heart, hold sword: though waues roule thee on shelfe, Though fortune leaue thee leaue not thou thy selfe. Stand▪ Giue the word stand. Part the fyle. giue way Scipio by thy great name, but greater vertue, By our eternall loue giue me the chance Of this dayes battle: Let not thy enuied fame Vouchsafe t'appose the Roman legious Against one weakened Prince of Lybea This quarrels mine: mine bee the stroke of fight Let vs and Syphax hurle our well forcd dartes Each vnto others▪ breast, O (what should I say) Thou beyonde epithete thou whom proude Lords of fortune May euen enuye: (alas my ioyes so vaste Makes me seeme lost let vs thunder and lightning Strike from our braue armes, looke, looke, sease that hill. Harke he comes neare: From thence discerne vs strike Fyer worth Ioue, mount vp, and not repute Mee very proud tho wondrous resolute. My cause: my cause, is my bold hartning ods, That seeuen fold shield, just armes should fright the Gods Thy words are full of honour take thy fate, Which wee do scorne to feare, to Scipio state Worthy his heart. Now let the forced brasse Sound on. Iugurth claspe sure our caske Arme vs with care, and Iugurth if I fall Through this dayes malice, or our fathers sinnes If it in thy sword lye, breake vp my breast And saue my heart that neuer fell nor's adue To ought but Ioue and Sophonisba. Sound Sterne hartners vnto woundes and blood, sound loude For wee haue named Sophonisba. So. Harke harke, hee comes, stand bloud, now multiply Force more then fury, sound high, sound high, wee strike For Sophonisba. For Sophonisba. Syphax. Massinissa. Be twixt vs too Let single fight try all. Well vrgd, Well graunted Of you my stars as I am worthy you I implore aide, and O if angels waite Vpon good harts my Genius bee as strong As I am iust. Kinges glory is their wrong. Hee that may onely do iust act's a slaue My Gods my arme, my life, my heauen, my graue To mee all end. Giue day Gods, life and death To him that onely feares blaspheming breath For Sophonisba. For Sophonisba. Vnto thy fortune not to thee wee yeeld Liues Sophonisba yet vnstaind, speake iust Yet ours vnforcd?