The Wounds of Civil War; Lively Set Forth in the True Tragedies of Marius and Scilla. As It Hath Beene Publiquely Plaude in London
ThomasLodge
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1594 edition. Excerpt: ...To finde my father, and releeue his wants? j Marius pat: My sonne, I quite thy trauells with my loue, And Lords and Citizens we will to Rome, And ioyne with Cynna haue your shipping here? What are these souldiers bent to die with mee? Soul: Content to pledge our liues for Marius. Lecl: My Lord, here in the next adioyning port, Our ships are rigd and readie for to faile. Marius pa: Then let vs faile vnto Hetruria, And cause our frends the Germanes to reuolt, And get some Tuscans to increase our power. Deserts farewcll come Romanes let vs goe, A scourge for Rome that hath deprest vs so. Exeunt. Actus Actus quartus. Scena prima. Enter Marie Antlwnie, Lepidus, Oclauius, Flaccus, Senaiors. Ocla. THat helpes my Lords to ouerhale thefe cares? What meanes or motions may thefe mifchiefs You fee how Cynna that should fuccor Rome, (end? Hath leuied armes to bring a traitor in. O worthlesse traitor, woe to thine and thee, That thus disquieteth both Rome and vs. Anth: Octauius thefe are fcourges for our sinnes, Thefe are but ministers to heape our plagues: Thefe mutinies are gentle meanes and waies, VVhereby the heavns our heauie errors charmes. Then with content and humbled eyes behold The christall ihining globe of glorious Ioue: And since we perish through our owne misdeedes Go let vs flourish in our frutefull praiers. Lepid: Midst thefe confufions mighty men of Rome, Why wast we out thefe troubles all in words, Weepe not your harmes, but wend we straight to armes, Loe Distia spoyld, fec Marius at our gate: And shall we die like milkfops dreaming thus? Ocla: A bootles warre to fee our countrey spoild. Lep: Fruteles is dalliance whereas dangers bee. Anth: My Lord, may courage wait on conquered men? Lep: Leuen in death most courage doth...