Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 467 words
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Dear Sceuola thou hast exceeded us in our resolve, But will the Tarquins give us present battle? That may ye hear, the skirmish is begun already twixt the horse. Then noble consul lead our main battle on. Oh Ioue this day balance our cause, and let the innocent blood Of Rape stained Lucrece crown with death and horror The heads of all the Tarquins, see this day In her cause do we consecrate our lives, And in defence of justice now march on: I hear their martial music, be our shock As terrible as are the meeting clouds That break in thunder, yet our hopes are fair, And this rough charge shall all our hopes repair. Yet grow our lofty plumes unflagged with blood, And yet sweet pleasure wantons in the air, how goes the battle Aruns? 'tis even balanced, I interchanged with Brutus' hand to hand, a dangerous encounter both are wounded, & had not the rude press divided us, one had dropped down to earth. 'twas bravely fought, I saw the King your father free his person from thousand Romans that begird his state, where flying arrows thick as atoms hung about his ears. I hope a glorious day, come Tuskan king, let's on them. Aruns stay that sword that late did drink the consul's blood Must with his keen phange tire upon my flesh, or this on mine. It spared the consul's life to end thy days in a more glorious strife. I stand against thee Tuscan. I for thee. Where ere I find a Tarquin, he's for me. Fair Tullia leave me, save thy life by flight, Since mine is desperate, behold I am wounded Even to the death, there stays within my tent A winged jennet, mount his back and fly, Live to revenge my death since I must die. Had I the heart to tread upon the bulk Of my dead father, and to see him slaughtered, Only for love of Tarquin and a crown, And shall I fear death more than loss of both? No this is Tullia's fame, rather than fly From Tarquin, 'mongst a thousand swords she'll die. Hew them to pieces both. My Tullia save, and o'er my caitiff head those meteors wave. Let Tullia yield then. Yield me cuckold no mercy, I scorn let me the danger know. Upon them then. Let's bring them to their fate, And let them perish in the people's hate. Fear not, I'll back thee husband. But for thee, sweet were the hand that this charged soul could free. Life I despise, let noble Sextus stand To avenge our death, even till these vitals end, Scorning my own, this life will I defend. And I'll sweet Tarquin to my power guard thine, Come on you slaves and make this earth divine.
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Deare Scnola thou hast exceeded vs in our resolue, But wil the Tarquins giue vs present battell? That may ye heare, the skirmish is begun already twixt the horse. Then noble consull leade our main battell on. Oh Ioue this day ballance our cause, and let the innocēt bloud Of Rape staind Lucrece crowne with death and horror The heads of all the Tarquins, see this day In her cause do we consecrate our liues, And in defence of Iustice now march on: I heare their martiall musique, be our shock As terrible as are the meeting clowdes That breake in thunder, yet our hopes are faire, And this rough charge shal all our hopes repaire. Yet grow our lofty plumes vnflagd with bloud, And yet sweet pleasure wantons in the aire, how goes the battell Aruns? Tis euen ballanct, I enterchang'd with Brutus hand to hand, a dangerous encounter both are wounded, & had not the rude prease diuided vs, one had dropt downe to earth. Twas brauely fought, I saw the King your father free his person from thousand Romans that begirt his state, where flying arrowes thick as atoms hung about his eares. I hope a glorious day, come Tuskan king, lets on thē. Aruns stay that sword that late did drinke the consuls bloud Must with his keene phange tire vpon my flesh, or this on ine. It sparde the consuls life to end thy daies in a more glorious strife. I stand against thee Tuscan. I for thee. Where ere I find a Tarquin, hees for me. Faire Tullia leaue me, saue thy life by flight, Since mine is desperate, behold I am wounded Euen to the death, there staies within my tent A winged Iennet, mount his back and fly, Liue to reuenge my death since I must dy. Had I the heart to treade vpon the bulke Of my dead father, and to see him slaughtered, Only for loue of Tarquin and a crowne, And shall I feare death more then losse of both? No this is Tulliaes fame, rather then fly From Tarquin, mongst a thousand swords sheel dy. Hew them to peeces both. My Tullia saue, and ore my caitiue head those meteors waue. Let Tullia yeeld then. Yeeld me cuckold no mercy, I scorne let me the danger know. Vpon them then. Lets bring them to their fate, And let them perish in the peoples hate. Feare not, Ile back thee husband. But for thee, sweet were the hand that this chargd soule could free. Life I diepise, let noble Sexts stand To auenge our death, euen til these vitals end, Scorning my owne, this life will I defend. And Ile sweete Tarquin to my power gard thine, Come on you slaues and make this earth diuine.