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The moft Lamentable and 
 
 true Tragedies of Marius 
 and Scilla. 
 
 Enter 071 the (r<:?///(?//Sulpitius Tribune: Caius Ma- 
 rius: O. Pompey Confull : Junius Brutus: Lucretius: 
 Caius Granius: Liftorius: Lucius Merula Inpiters 
 Prieft: and Cynna: zv/ioni placed, and their Li6lors be- 
 fore them zvith their Rods and Axes, Sulpitius bcgin- 
 neth. 
 
 '^I'-xJe rrjpyiJ^ 
 
 SVLPITIVS TRIBVNE. 
 
 Raue Senators and Fathers of this State, 
 Our ftrange protra6lions & vnkind delays 
 wher waighty wars doth cal vs out to fight 
 Our faflious wits to pleafe afpiring Lords, 
 You fee hath added powre vnto our foes, 
 And hazarded rich Phrigia and BitJiinia, 
 With all our Afian Holds and Cities too : 
 Thus Seilla feeking to be Generall, 
 (Who is inuefted in our Confuls Pall) 
 Hath forced murders in a quiet State: 
 The caufe whereof euen Pompey may complaine, 
 Who feeking to aduance a climing friend, 
 Hath loft by death a fweete and curteous fonne. 
 Who now in Afia but MitJiridates, 
 Laughs at thefe fond difcentions I complaine? 
 While we in wrangling for a Generall, 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 Forfake our friends, forcftall our forward warre, 
 And leaue our Legions full of dalliance, 
 VVaigliting our idle wills at Capua. 
 Fie Romaines, fliall the glories of your names. 
 The wondrous beauty of this Capitoll, 
 Perifli through Scillas infolence and pride, 
 As if that Rome were robd of true renowne, 
 And dcftitute of warlike Champions now? 
 Loe here the man, the rumor of whofe fame, 
 Hath made Hiberia tremble and fubmit; 
 Sec Marius that in managing eftate, 
 Through many cares and troubles he hath paft, 
 And fpent his youth, vpon whofe reuerend head 
 The milke-white pledge of wifedome fweetly fpreds : 
 He fixe times Conful, fit for peace or warre, 
 Sits drooping here content to brooke difgracc, 
 Who glad to fight through follies of his foes 
 Sighs for your fliame whilft you abide fecure; 
 And I that fee and fliould recure thefe wrongs, 
 Through Pompeys late vacation and delay, 
 Haue left to publifli him for Generall, 
 That merites better Titles farre than thefe : 
 But (Nobles) now the finall day is come, 
 When I your Tribune ftudying for renowne, 
 Pronounce and publifli Marius Generall, 
 To leade our Legions againft Mithridates, 
 And craue (graue Fathers) fignes of your content. 
 
 Q. Pomp: Beleeue me Noble Romains, & graue Se- 
 This ftrange ele6lion,and this new made Law, (nators, 
 Will witnes our vnftable gouernement, 
 And difpoffeffe Rome of her Emperie ; 
 For although Marius be renownd in Amies, 
 Famous for proweffe, and graue in warlike drifts. 
 Yet may the funne-fliine of his former deeds 
 Nothing cclipfc our Scillas dignity: 
 [By lot and by eledlion he was made, 
 
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Mariiis and ScUla. 
 Chiefe Generall againft Mithridates, 
 And fliall we then abridge him of that Rule; 
 Twere iniurie to Scilla and to Rome: 
 Nor would the height of his all daring minde, 
 Brooke to the death fo vile and fowle difgrace. 
 
 ///. Brutus: Why Pompey, as if the Senate had not 
 To appoint, difpofe, & change their Generals : (powre 
 Rome fhall belike be bound to Scillas Rule, 
 VVhofe haughty pride and fwelling thoughts puft vp, 
 Forefhowes the reaching to prowd Tarquins ftate: 
 Is not his lingring to our Romaine loffe 
 At Capua where he braues it out with feafts, 
 Made knowne thinke you vnto the Senate here? 
 Yes Pompey, yes: and hereof are Ave fure 
 If Romaines State on Scillas pride fliould lie, 
 Romes Conquefts would to Pontus Regions flie: 
 Therefore graue and renowned Senators, 
 (Pillers that beare and hold our Rule aloft, 
 You ftately, true, and rich Piramides) 
 Defcend into the depth of your eflates, 
 Then fliall you finde that Scilla is more fit, 
 To Rule in Rome domefticall affaires. 
 Then haue the Conqueft of Bithinia, 
 Which if once got, heele but by death forgoe, ', 
 Therefore I fay Marius our Generall. 
 
 Lucretius : Lo thus we fbriue abroad to win renowne, 
 And naught regard at home our waning ftates; 
 Brutus I fay the many braue exploits. 
 The warlike A6ls that Scilla hath atchieude, 
 Showes him a fouldier and a Romaine too, u cy^t 
 
 Whofe care is more for Country than himfelfe: > 
 Scilla nill brooke that in fo many warres, 
 So hard aduentures and fo flrange extreames, 
 Hath borne the palme and prize of vi6loiy, ' .-..(iy 
 
 Thus with diflionor to giue vp his charge: 
 Scilla hath friends and fouldiers at commaund, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 That firft will make the towrcs of Rome to lliake, 
 And force the ftately Capitoll to dauncc, 
 Yer any robbe him of his iufl renowne: 
 Then we that through the Caspian fhores haue runnc, 
 And fpread with fliips the Orientall Sea, 
 I At home fliall make a murder of our friends, 
 f And maffaker our deareft Countrimen. 
 
 Li£}o: The powre of Scilla nought will vaile gainft 
 And let me die Litcrctiiis ere I fee, (Rome, 
 
 Our Senate dread for any priuate man. 
 Therefore Renownd Siilpitius fend for Scilla backe, 
 Let UTariiis leade our men in A/ia. 
 
 L.Menda: The Law, the Senate wholy doth affirme, 
 Let Marius lead our men in Afia. 
 
 Cynna\ Cynua affirmes the Senates Cenfure iuft, 
 And faith let Marius leade the Legions forth. 
 
 C. Granins: Honor and viftory follow Marius flaps, 
 For him doth Granins Avifh to fight for Rome. 
 
 Siilpitius: Avhy then you fage and auncient Syres of 
 Sulpitius here againe doth publifli forth, (Rome, 
 That H far ins by the Senate here is made, 
 Chiefc Generall to lead the Legions out, 
 Againft Mithridates and his Competitors, 
 Now vi6lory for honor of Rome follow Marius. 
 Here let Marius roivfe liimfelfc. 
 
 Marius: Sage and imperiall Senators of Rome, 
 Not without good aduifement haue you feene, 
 Old M^rzV/j- filent during your difcourfe: 
 Yet not for that he feard to pleade his caufe. 
 Or raife his honor troden downe by age, 
 But that his words fhould not allure his friends, 
 To ftand on ftri6ler tearmes for his behoofe: 
 Sixe times the Senate by elecftion hath. 
 Made Marius Conful ouer warlike Rome, 
 And in that fpace nor Rome nor all the world, 
 Could euer fay that Marius was vntrue, 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 •\ Thefe filuer haires that hang vpon my face, 
 'Are witneffes of my vnfained zeale, 
 The Cymbrians that yer-while inuaded France, 
 And held the Romaine Empire in difdaine, 
 Lay all confounded vnder M.arius fword. 
 Fierce Scipio the myrrour once of Rome, 
 v/hofe loffe as yet my inward foule bewailes, 
 Being askt who fliould fucceede and beare his Rule, 
 Euen this (quod he) fliall Scipios armour beare, 
 And therewithal! clapt me vpon the backe: 
 If then graue Lords, my former paffed youth, 
 was fpent in bringing Honors into Rome, 
 Let then my age and latter date of yeares. 
 Be fealed vp for honor vnto Rome. 
 
 Here enter Scilla zvitJi Captaines and Sonldiers. 
 
 Sitl: Scilla,what means thefe Arms and warlike troops 
 Thefe glorious Enfignes and thefe fierce Allarms, 
 Tis prowdly done to braue the 6"apitoll. 
 
 Scilla: Thefe Armes Sulpitius are not borne for hate, 
 But maintenance of my confirmed ftate : 
 I come to Rome with no feditious thoughts, 
 Except I finde too froward iniuries. 
 
 Sid: But wifedome would you did forbeare, 
 To yeeld thefe flight fufpitions of contempt, 
 where as this Senate ftudieth high affaires. 
 
 Sell: what ferious matters haue thefe Lords in hand .-* 
 
 Sill: The Senators with full decree appoint. 
 Old Marius for their Captaine Generall, 
 To leade thy Legions into Afia, 
 And fight againft the fierce Mithridates, 
 
 Scilla: To Marius.^ lolly ftuffe: why then I fee, 
 Your Lordfhips meane to make a babe of me. 
 
 In. Brntiis: Tis true Scilla the Senate hath agreed, 
 That Marius fliall thofe bands and Legions beare, 
 which you now hold againft Mithridates. 
 
 Scil: Marius fhal lead them then, if Scilla faid not no, / ^' ^ ''*' 
 
 And 
 
TJie true Tragedies of 
 And I fhall be a Confuls fliadow then, 
 Truftles Senators and ingratefull Romaines, 
 For all the Honors I haue done to Rome, 
 For all the fpoilcs I brought within her walks, 
 Thereby for to enrich and raife her pride, 
 Repay you me with this ingratitude : 
 You know vnkinde, that Scillas wounded Helme, 
 VV^as nere hung vp or once diftaind with ruft: 
 The Marcians that before mc fell amaine. 
 And like to winter haile on euery fide, 
 Vnto the City Nuba I purfudc, 
 And for your fakes were thirty thoufand flaine; 
 The Hippinians and the samnits scilla brought. 
 As Tributaries vnto famous Rome: 
 I, where did scilla euer draw his fword, 
 Or lift his warlike hand aboue his head 
 For Romaines caufe but he Avas Conqueror: 
 And now (vnthankeful) feeke you to difgrade, 
 And teare the plumes that scillas fword hath wonne. 
 Marius I tell thee scilla is the man, 
 Difdaines to ftoope or vaile his pride to thee; 
 Marius I fay thou maift nor flialt not haue, 
 The charge that vnto scilla doth belong, 
 Vnleffe thy fword could teare it from my hart. 
 Which in a thoufand folds impalls the fame. 
 
 Marius: And scilla hereof be thou full affurde, 
 The honor whereto mine vndaunted minde. 
 And this graue senate hath enhaunfed me. 
 Thou nor thy followers fliall derogate, 
 The fpence of yeares that Marius hath ore-paft, 
 In forraine broyles and ciuil mutenies. 
 Hath taught him this, that one vnbrideled foe. 
 My former fortunes neuer fliall oregoe. 
 
 scilla: Marius, I fmile at thcfe thy foolifli words, 
 And credit me fhould laugh outright I feare, 
 If that I knew not how thy froward age. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 Doth make thy fence as feeble as thy ioynts. 
 
 Marius \ Scilla, Scilla, Marius yeeres hath taught 
 Him how to plucke fo proud a yorikers plumes, 
 And know thefe haires that dangle downe my face, 
 In brightnes like the filuer Rodope : 
 Shall add fo haughtie courage to my minde, 
 And reft fuch percing obie6ls gainft thine eies. 
 That mafkt in follie, age fliall force thee ftoope. (fo, 
 
 Scil: And by my hand I fweare ere thou fhalt mafe mee 
 My foule fhall perifh but He haue thy bearde, 
 Say graue Senators fliall Scilla be your Generall. 
 
 Sidpitius: No the Senate, I and Rome her felfe agrees 
 Ther's none but Marius fliall be Generall. 
 Therefore Scilla thefe daring tearmes vnfit, 
 Befeeme not thee before the Capitoll. 
 
 Scilla: Befeeme not me? Senators aduife you, 
 Scilla hath vowd whofe vowes the heauens recorde, 
 VVhofe othes hath pierft and fearcht the deepefl vaft, 
 I and whofe proteftations raigne on earth: 
 This Capitoll wherein your glories fhine, 
 \^as nere fo preft and throngde with fcarlet gownes. 
 As Rome fliall be with heapes of flaughtred foules 
 Before that Scilla yeeld his titles vp. 
 He mate hir fbreets that peere into the clouds, 
 Burnifht with gold and luorie pillors faire, 
 Shining with lafper, let, and Ebonie, 
 All like the pallace of the morning funne, 
 To fwim within a fea of purple blood 
 Before I loofe the name of Generall. 
 
 Mar: Thefe threats againft thy country and thefe Lords, 
 Scilla proceeds from forth a Traitors hart, 
 VVhofe head I truft to fee aduanced vp 
 On higheft top of all this Capitoll: 
 As earft was manie of thy progenie, 
 Before thou vaunt thy vi6lories in Rome. 
 
 Scilla : Graybeard, if fo thy hart and tongue agree, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 Draw forth thy Legions and thy men at armes, 
 Reare vp thy ftanderd and thy ftecled Creft, 
 v' And meetc with Scilla in the fields of Mars, 
 And trie whofe fortune makes him Generall. 
 
 Marius: I take thy word: Marius will meet thee there, 
 And proue thee Scilla a Traitor vnto Rome, 
 And all that march vnder thy traiterous wings, 
 Therefore they that loue the Senate and Marius 
 Now follow him. 
 
 Scilla : And all that loue Scilla come downe to him, 
 For the reft let them follow Marius 
 I And the Diuel himfclfe be their Captaine. 
 
 Here let the Senate rife and cafl away their Gownes, Juming 
 tJieirftvordsby tJieir fides : Exit Marius aiidwitJihimS^ilpiti- 
 us: lu: Brutus: Le£lorius. 
 
 Q. Pompey: Scilla, I come to thee. 
 
 Lucretius: Scilla, Lucretius will die with thee. 
 
 Scilla: Thankes my Noble Lords of Rome. 
 
 Here let them goe downe and Scilla offers to goe forth and 
 Anthony calls him backe 
 
 Anthofiy: Stay Scilla, heare Anthony breath forth. 
 The pleading plaints of fad declining Rome. 
 
 Scilla: Anthony, thou knowfh thy hony words doo pierce, 
 And moue the minde of Scilla to remorfe; 
 Yet neither words nor pleadings now muft ferue, 
 When as mine honor calls me forth to fight. 
 Therefore fweete Anthony be fliort for Scillas haft. 
 
 Anthony: For Scillas haft, O whither wilt thou flie.^ 
 Tell me my Scilla what dofl thou take in hand.' 
 What warres are thefe thou ftirreft vp in Rome .' 
 What fire is this is kindled by thy wrath.' 
 A fire that muft be quencht by Romaines blood, 
 A warre that will confound our Emperie, 
 And laft an A6t of fowle impietie. 
 ^Brute beafts nill breake the mutuall law of loue, 
 i And birds affe6lion will not violate, 
 
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Marins and Scilla. 
 The fenceles trees haue concord mongft themfelues, 
 And fbones agree in linkes of amitie, 
 If they my Scilla brooke not to haue iarre, 
 What then are men that gainft themfelues doo warre? 
 Thoult fay my Scilla honor_ftirres thee vp: 
 Ift honor to infringe the lawes of Rome? 
 Thoult fay perhaps the titles thou haft wonne. 
 It were difhonor for thee to forgoe : 
 O, is there any height aboue the higheft, 
 Or any better than the beft of all? 
 Art thou not Conful? Art thou not Lord of Rome? 
 What greater Tytles fliould our Scilla haue? 
 But thou wilt hence, thou wilt fight with Marius 
 The man, the Senate, I and Rome hath chofe. 
 Thinke this before, thou neuer liftft aloft, 
 And letteft fall thy warlike hand adowne. 
 But thou doft raze and wound thy Citie Rome : 
 And looke how many flaughtred foules lie flaine, 
 Vnder thy Enfignes, and thy conquering Launce, 
 so many murders makeft thou of thy felfe. 
 
 Scilla: Inough my Anthony, for thy honied tongue 
 VVaflit in a firrop of fweete Conferuatiues, 
 Driueth confufed thoughts through scillas minde, 
 Therfore fufifize thee, I may nor will not heare, 
 so farewell Anthony, honor calls me hence, 
 
 scilla will fight for glorie and for Rome. y 
 Exit Scilla and his folloivers. '^-' a-*^ *^ 
 
 Merula: See Noble Anthony the truftles ftate of rule, 
 The ftayles hold of matchles foueraignetie. 
 Now fortune beareth Rome into the Clowds, 
 To throw her downe into the loweft hells. 
 For they that fpread her glory through the world. 
 Are they that teare her prowd triumphant plumes : 
 The hart-burning pride of prowd Tarquinhis^ 
 Rooted from Rome the fway of kingly mace, 
 And now this difcord newly fet abroach, 
 
 B 2 shall 
 
Tlic true Tragedies of 
 Shall rafe our Confuls and our Senates downe. 
 
 Anthony: Vnhappy Rome and Romaines thrife accurft, 
 That oft with triumphs fild your Citie walls, 
 With kings and conquering Rulers of the world, 
 Now to eclipfe in top of all thy pride, 
 Through ciuill difcords and domefticke broiles: 
 O Romaines weepe the teares of fad lament, 
 And rent your facred Robes at this exchange. 
 For Fortune makes our Rome a banding ball. 
 Toft from her hand to take the greateft fall. 
 
 Gra: O whence proceeds thefe fowle ambitious thoughts, 
 That fires mens harts and makes them thirft for Rule : 
 Hath foueraignty fo much bewitcht the minds 
 Of Romaines : that their former bufied cares 
 Which erft did tire in feeking Cities good, 
 Muft now be changd to ruine of her walls? 
 Muft they that reard her ftately Temples vp. 
 Deface the facred places of their Gods? 
 Then may we waile and wring our wretched hands, 
 Sith both our Gods, our temples and our walls, 
 Ambition makes fell fortunes fpightfull thralls. Ex: all. 
 
 A great Alarum: let young Mariiis chafe Poinpey ouer 
 thefiage, and old Marins chafe Lucretius: TJien let cfiter 
 three or foxvre foiddiers and his A jincient with his cullors, and 
 Scilla after tJiem with J lis liat in his hand, they offer to flie away. 
 
 Scilla: Why whither flie you Romaines, 
 What mifchiefe makes this flight? 
 Stay good my friends, ftay deareft Countrimen, 
 
 I. foiddier: Stay let vs heare what our Lord Scilla faith. 
 
 Scilla: What wil you leaue your chieftains Romains then? 
 And loofe your Honors in the gates of Rome? 
 What fhall our Country fee, and Scilla rue, 
 Thefe Coward thoughts fo fixt and firmd in you ? 
 What are you come from Capua to proclaime. 
 Your hartlcs treafons in this happy towne? 
 What will you ftand and gaze with fliameles looks, 
 
 VVhilft 
 
Marius and Scilla. 
 VVhilft Marius butchering knife affailes our throats? 
 Are you the men, the hopes, the ftaies of ftate? 
 Are you the fouldiers preft for Afia ? 
 Are you the wondered Legions of the world, 
 And will you flie thefe fhadows of refift? 
 Well Romaines I will perifli through your pride, 
 That thought by you to haue returnd in pompe. 
 And at the leafl your Generall fhall proue, 
 Euen in his death your treafons and his loue. 
 Lo this the wreath that fliall my body binde, 
 VVhilft Scilla fleepes with honor in the field : 
 And I alone within thefe cullors fhut, 
 Will blufli your daftard follies in my death. 
 So farewell hartles fouldiers and vntrue, 
 That leaue your Scilla who hath loued you. Exit. 
 
 i.foiddier: Why fellow fouldiers fhall we flie the field, 
 And carelefly forfake our Generall? 
 What fhall our vowes conclude with no auaile? 
 Firft die fweete friends, and fhed your purple blood, 
 Before you lofe the man that wills you good. 
 Then to it braue Italians out of hand.- 
 Scilla we come with fierce and deadly blowes, 
 To venge thy wrongs and vanquifh all thy foes. ' 
 
 Exeunt to the A lariim. 
 
 A(5tus fecundus. Scena prima- 
 
 Appian foliis. 
 Enter Scilla truimphant, l^ucretins, Ponipey, withfoiddiers. 
 
 S Cilia: You Romaine fouldiers, fellow mates in Armas, 
 The blindfold Miftris of incertaine chaunce, 
 Hath turnd thefe traiterous climers from the top. 
 And feated Scilla in the chiefeft place. 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 The place bcfccming Scilla and his mindc. 
 For were the throne where matchlcs glorie fits, 
 Empald with furies thrcatning blood and death, 
 Begirt with famine and thofe fatall feares 
 That dwell below amidft the dreadfuU vaft: 
 '' Tut Scillaes fparkling eyes fliould dim with cleere 
 The burning brands of their confuming light, 
 And mafter fancie with a forward minde, 
 And maskc repining feare with awfull power. 
 For men of bafer mettall and conceipt 
 Cannot conceiue the beautie of my thought. 
 I crowned with a wreath of warlike ftate, 
 Imagine thoughts more greater than a crowne, 
 r/V" And yet befitting well a Romane minde. 
 Then gentle minifters of all my hopes, 
 That with your fwords made way vnto my wifli, 
 Hearken the frutes of your couragious fight, 
 In fpite of all thefe Romane Bafilisks, 
 That feeke to quell vs with their currifh lookes, 
 We will to Pontus weele haue gold my harts, 
 Thofe orientall pearles fhall decke our browes: 
 And you my gentle frends, you Romane peeres, 
 Kinde Pompey worthie of a Confulls name. 
 You fliall abide the father of the ftate, 
 Whilfl thefe braue lads Lucretius and I, 
 In fpight of all thefe brauling Senators, 
 Will, fliall, and dare attempt on Afia, 
 And driue Mithridates from out his doores. 
 
 Pomp. I Scilla, thefe are words of mickle worth. 
 Fit for the mafter of fo great a minde : 
 Now Rome muft ftoop, for Marius and his frends 
 Haue left their armes, and truft vnto their heeles. 
 
 Scilla But Pompey, if our Spanifli lennets feete 
 Haue learnt to poaft it of their mother winde, 
 I hope to trip vpon the gray beards heeles. 
 Till I haue cropt his flioulders from his head. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 As for his fonne, the proud afpiring boy, 
 His beardleile face and wanton fmihng browes, 
 Shall (if I catch him) decke yond Capitoll: 
 The father, fonne, the frends, and fouldiers all, 
 That fawne on Marius, fhall with furie fall. 
 
 Lucr: And what euent fliall all thefe troubles bring? 
 
 Scilla. This : Scilla in fortune will exceed a king. 
 But frends and fouldiers, with difperfed bands 
 Goe feeke out Marius fond confederates : 
 some poaft along thofe vnfrequented paths. 
 That trackt by nookes vnto the neighbring fea : 
 Murther me Marius, and maintaine my life. 
 And that his fauorites in Rome may learne 
 The difference betwixt my fawne and frowne. 
 Go cut them fhort, & fhed their hatefuU blood, Ex. Soul. 
 To quench thefe furies of my froward mood. 
 
 Lucr. Loe scilla where our senators approach, 
 Perhaps to gratulate thy good fucceffe. 
 
 Enter AntJioi lie, Granius, Lepidus. 
 
 Scilla I that perhaps was fitly placed there : 
 But my Lucretius, thefe are cunning Lords, 
 Whofe tongues are tipt with honnie to deceiue: 
 As for their hearts, if outward eyes may fee them. 
 The diuell fcarce with mifchiefe might agree them. 
 
 Lep. Good fortune to our Confull, worthy scilla. 
 
 Scilla And why not Generall againft the king of Pontus } 
 
 Grati : And generall againft the king of Pontus. 
 
 Scilla. sirrha, your words are good, your thoughts are ill. 
 Each milke white haire amidft this mincing beard, 
 Compard with milions of thy trecherous thoughts, 
 Would change their hiew through vigor of thy hate. 
 But did not pitie make my furie thrall. 
 This fword fhould finifli hate, thy life and all. 
 I prethee Granius, how doth Marius.'' 
 
 Gran : As he that bydes a thrall to thee and fate, 
 Liuing in hope as I and others doo. 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 To catch good fortune, and to croffe thee too. 
 
 Scilla : Both blunt and bold but too much Mother witj, 
 To play with fier where furic ftreames about, 
 Curtail your tale fond man cut of the reft : 
 cv^^O' But here I will diffemble for the beft. 
 
 Graniiis: Scilla my yeares hath taught me to difcerne, 
 y y Betwixt ambitious pride and Princely zeale. 
 
 And from thy youth thefe Peeres of Rome haue markt, 
 
 A rafh reuenging hammer in thy braine, 
 
 Thy tongue adornde with flowing eloquence, 
 
 And yet I fee imprinted in thy browes, 
 
 A fortunate but froward gouernaunce. 
 
 And though thy riuall Marius mated late, 
 
 By backward working of his wretched fate 
 
 Is falne, yet Scilla marke what I haue feene 
 
 Euen here in Rome the Fencer Speftacus, 
 
 Hath bin as fortunate as thou thy felfe: 
 
 But when that Craffus fword affayed his creft. 
 
 The feare of death did make him droope for woe. 
 
 Scilla: You faw in Rome this brawling fencer die, 
 When Spe6lacus by Craffus was fubdewd: 
 Why fo, but fir I hope you will applie. 
 And fay like Spe6lacus that I fhall die.'' 
 Thus peeuifli eld difcourfing by a fire, 
 Amidft their cups will prate how men afpire: 
 Is this the greeting Romanes that you giue, 
 Vnto the Patron of your Monarchic? 
 Lucretius fliall I play a prettie left. 
 
 Latere: What Scilla will, what Romane dare withftand .-• 
 
 Scilla: A briefe and pleafmg anfwere by my head, 
 Why tell me Granius doft thou talke in fport.'' 
 
 Granins : No Scilla my difcourfe is refolute, 
 Not coynd to pleafe thy fond and curfed thoughts : 
 For were my tongue betraide with pleafmg words, 
 To feed the humors of thy haughty mind : 
 I rather wifli the rot fliould roote it out. 
 
 Scilla : 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 Scilla : The braueft brawler that I euer heard, 
 But fouldiers fince I fee he is oppreft 
 With crooked choller, and our Artifts teach, 
 That fretting blood will preffe through opened veines. 
 Let him that hath the keeneft fword arreft, 
 The gray-beard and cut off his head in left. 
 Souldiers lay hands on Granius. 
 
 Granius: Is this the guerdon then of good aduife? 
 Scilla: No but the meanes to make fond men more wife. 
 Tut I haue wit, and carry warlike tooles, 
 TO charme the fcolding prate of Avanton fooles. 
 Tell me of Fencers and a tale of Fate? 
 No, scilla thinkes of nothing but a ftate. 
 
 Granius: Why scilla I am armd the worft to trie. 
 Scilla: I pray thee then Lucretius let him die. 
 
 Exeunt zvith Granius. 
 Befhrow me Lords but in this iolly vaine, 
 Twere pitty but the prating foole were flaine: 
 I feare me Pluto will be wroth with me, 
 For to detaine fo graue a man as he. 
 
 Anthony: But feeke not scilla in this quiet ftate, 
 To worke reuenge vpon an aged man, 
 A fenator, a foueraigne of this towne. 
 
 scilla: The more the Cedar climes the fooner downe, 
 And did I thinke the prowdeft man in Rome, 
 Would winch at that which I haue wrought or done, 
 I would and can controwle his infolence. 
 Why fenators, is this the true reward, 
 Wherewith you anfwere Princes for their paine, 
 As when this fword hath made our Citie free, 
 A brauing mate fhould thus diftemper mee.? 
 But Lepidus and fellow fenators, 
 I am refolude and will not brooke your taunts, 
 Who wrongeth scilla, let him looke for ftripes. 
 
 Marke Anthony: I but the milder paffions fhow the man : 
 For as the leafe doth beautifie the tree, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 The plcafant flowrcs dedeckc the painted fpring, 
 Euen fo in men of greateft reach and powre, 
 A milde and piteous thought augments renowne: 
 Old Anthony did neuer fee my Lord, 
 A fwelling fliowre that did continue long, 
 A climing towre that did not taft the wind, 
 A urathfuU man not wafted with repent. 
 I fpeake of loue my Scilla, and of icy 
 To fee how fortune lends a pleafant gale, 
 Vnto the fpreading failes of thy defircs : 
 And louing thee muft counfaile thee withall, 
 For as by cutting fruitfuU vines increafe, 
 So faithfull counfailes workes a Princes peace. 
 
 Scilla: Thou hony talking father fpeake thy minde. 
 
 Anthony: My Scilla fcarce thofe teares are dried vp, 
 That Romaine Matrons wept to fee this warre : 
 Along the holy ftreets the hideous grones, 
 Of murthered men infe6l the weeping aire : 
 Thy foes are fled not ouertaken yet. 
 And doubtfuU is the hazard of this warre : 
 Yea doubtfull is the hazard of this warre. 
 For now our Legions draw their waftfull fwords. 
 To murther whom.-* Euen Romaine Citizens. 
 To conquer whom .-' Euen Romaine Citizens. 
 Then if that Scilla loue thefe Citizens, 
 If care of Rome, if threat of forraine foes, 
 If fruitfull counfailes of thy forward friends 
 May take effeft, goe fortunate and driue. 
 The king of Pontus out of Afia, 
 Leaft while we dreame on ciuill mutenies. 
 Our wary foes affaile our Citie walls. 
 
 Poinpey : My long concealed thoughts Marke Anthony, 
 Muft feeke difcouerie through thy pliant words: 
 Beleeue me Scilla ciuill mutenies, 
 Muft not obfcure thy glories and our names: 
 Then fith that faftious Marius is fuppreft, 
 
 Goe 
 
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Marhis and Scilla. 
 Goe fpread thy colours midft the Afian fields, 
 Meane while my felfe will watch this Cities weale. 
 
 Scilla: Pompey I know thy loue, I marke thy words, 
 And Anthony thou haft a pleafing vaine, 
 But fenators I hammer in my head, 
 With euery thought of honor fome reuenge : 
 
 Enter Lucretius with the head. /j/ 
 
 Speake what fliall Scilla be your Generall ? 
 
 Lepidus: We doo decree that Scilla fhall be Generall. 
 
 Scilla'. And wifh you Scillas weale and honour too? 
 
 Anthony. We Avifh both Scillas weale and honor too. 
 
 Scilla : Then take away the fcandall of this ftate, 
 Banifh the name of Tribune out of towne, 
 Proclaime falfe Marius and his other friends. 
 Foe men and traitors to the ftate of Rome, 
 And I will wend and worke fo much by force, 
 As I will mafter falfe Mithridates, 
 
 Lepidus: The name of Tribune hath continued long. 
 
 Scilla: So fhall not Lepidus if he withftand me. 
 Sirra you fee the head of Granius, 
 Watch you his hap vnleffe you change your words, 
 Pompey now pleafe me Pompey now graunt my fute. 
 
 Pojnpey: Li6lors proclaime this our vndaunted doome, 
 we will that Marius and his wretched fonnes, 
 His friends Sulpitius, Claudius and the reft 
 Beheld for traytors, and acquit the men 
 That fhall endanger there vnluckie Hues, 
 And henceforth Tribunes name and ftate fliall ceafe, i ; 
 Graue Senators how like you this decree.'' 
 
 Lepidus: Euen as our Confulls wifh, fo let it be. 
 
 Scilla: Then Lepidus all friends in faith for me, 
 So leaue I Rome to Pompey and my friends, 
 Refolud to manage thofe our Afian warres, 
 Frolike braue Souldiers wee mufi: foote it now, 
 Lucretius you fhall bide the brunt with me, 
 Pompey farewell, and farewell Lepidus. 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 Markc Anthony I leauc thee to thy books, 
 study for Rome and scillas Royaltic. 
 But by my fword I wrong this graybeards head, 
 Goc firra place it on the Capitoll: 
 A iufl promotion fit for scillaes foe. 
 Lordings farewell, come fouldiers let vs goe. Exit. 
 
 Ponipcy: scilla farewell and happy be thy chaunce, 
 Whofe warre both Rome and Romaines muft aduaunce. 
 
 Exeunt senators. 
 
 Enter the Magistrates^ of Minturmim with Mariiis very 
 vielancholie, 'L.ucius Fauorinus, Paufanius ivithfoine atten- 
 da)its. 
 
 Paufanius: My Lord the courfe of your vnftaied fate. 
 Made weake through that your late vnhappie fight, 
 Withdrawes our wills that faine would worke your vveale : 
 For long experience and the change of times. 
 The innocent fuppreffions of the iuft 
 In leaning to forfaken mens reliefe. 
 Doth make vs feare left our vnhappie towne, 
 should perifli through the angrie Romaines fword. 
 
 Marius: Lords of Minturnum when I fliapd my courfe, 
 To flie the danger of purfuing death, 
 I left my friends, and all alone attaind 
 (In hope of fuccors) to this little towne. 
 Relying on your curtefies and truth. 
 What foolifli feare doth then amaze you thus.? 
 
 Fauorinus: O Marius, thou thy felf, thy fonne, thy friends, 
 Are banifhed and exiles out of Rome, 
 Proclaimd for traitors, reft of your eftates, 
 Adiudgde to death with certaine warrantize. 
 should then fo fmall a towne my Lord as this, 
 Hazard their fortunes to fupplie your wants.? 
 
 Marius-. Why Citizens, and what is Marius.? 
 I tell you not fo bafe as to difpaire. 
 Yea able to withftand ingratitudes. 
 
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Mariits and Scilla. 
 Tell me of foolifli lawes decreede at Rome, 
 To pleafe the angrie humors of my foe : 
 Beleeue me Lords I know and am affurde, 
 That magnanimitie can neuer feare, 
 And fortitude fo conquer filly fate, 
 As scilla when he hopes to haue my head, 
 May hap ere long on fodaine lofe his owne, 
 
 Paiefanius: A hope befeeming Marius, but I feare. 
 Too ftrange to haue a fhort and good euent 
 
 Marius: Why fir Paufanius haue not you beheld, 
 Campania plaines fulfild with greater foes, 
 Than is that wanton milke-fop natures fcorne. 
 I Bafe minded men to Hue in perfe6l hope, 
 <'' 1 Whofe thoughts are fliut within your cottage cues, 
 ' Refufe not Marius that mufb fauour you : 
 For thefe are parts of vnaduifed men, 
 With prefent feare to lofe a perfe6l friend, 
 That can, will, may controwle, commaund, fubdue, 
 That brauing boy that thus bewitcheth you. 
 
 Faiiorinns : How gladly would we fuccour you my Lord, 
 But that we feare. 
 
 Alarms: What.^ the Moone-fliine in the water. 
 Thou wretched ftepdame of my fickle ftate. 
 Are thefe the guerdons of the greateft minds. 
 To make them hope and yet betray their hap. 
 To make them clime to ouerthrow them ftraight.'' 
 Accurft thy wreake, thy wrath, thy bale, thy wheele, 
 That makft me figh the forrowes that I feele. 
 Vntroden paths my feete fliall rather trace, 
 Than wreft my fuccours from inconftant hands. 
 Rebounding Rocks fliall rather ring my ruth, 
 Than thefe Campanian piles where terrors bide. 
 And nature that hath lift my throne fo hie. 
 Shall witnes Marius triumphs if he die. 
 But fliee that gaue the Li6lors rod and axe. 
 To wait my fixe times Confulfhip in Rome, 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 will not purfuc where erft flie flattered fo, 
 Minturnum then farewell for I muft goe, 
 But thinke for to repent you of your no. 
 
 Paufa : Nay ftay my Lord and daine in priuate here, 
 To waight a meffage of more better worth, 
 Your age and trauels muft haue fomc releefe, 
 And be not wroth, for greater men than we 
 Haue feared Rome and Romaine tirranie. 
 
 jifarius : You talke it now like men confirmde in faith, 
 well let me trie the fruits of your difcourfe, 
 For care my minde and paine my bodie wrongs. 
 
 Pmifanius: Then Fauorinus fliut his Lordfhip vp, 
 within fome fecret chamber in the ftate, 
 Meane while we will confult to keepe him fafe, 
 And worke fome fecret meanes for his fupplie. 
 
 Marius: Be truftie Lords, if not I can but die. Exit Ma. 
 
 Panfaniiis: Poore haples Romaine, little wottefl thou, 
 The wearie end of thine oppreffed life. 
 
 'Lncircs: Why my Paufanius, Avhat imports thefe words.'' 
 
 Pmifanius: Oh Lucius age hath printed in my thoughts, 
 A memorie of many troubles paft, 
 The greatefl townes and Lords of Afia, 
 Haue ftood on tickle tearmes through fimple truth, 
 The Rhodian records well can witnes this. 
 Then to preuent our meanes of ouerthrow, 
 Finde out fome ftranger that may fodainely. 
 Enter the chamber where as Marius lies, 
 And cut him fhort, the prefent of whofe head 
 Shall make the Romaines praife vs for our truth. 
 And Scilla prefl to graunt vs priuiledge. 
 
 'L7icius: A barbarous a6l to wrong the men that truft. 
 V » i I PaHfa7iius: In Countries caufe in iuftice proueth iuft. 
 
 Come Lucius let not fillie thought of right, 
 Subie<5t our Citie to the Romaines might: 
 For why you know in Marius onely end, 
 Rome will reward and scilla will be frend, 
 
 l^jicins. 
 
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Marms and Scilla. 
 
 Lucius : Yet all fucceffions will vs difcommend. Exeunt. 
 Enter Mar ius the younger : Cethegus: 'Le^orius with other 
 
 Romaine l^ords andfouldiers. 
 
 Young Mariccs : The wayward Ladie of this wicked world. 
 That leads in luckles triumph wretched men, 
 My Romaine friends hath forced our defires, 
 And framde our minds to brooke too bafe reliefe. 
 What land or Libian defert is vnfought, 
 To finde my father Marius and your friend : 
 Yea they whom true relent could neuer touch, 
 Thefe fierce Numidians hearing our mifliaps, 
 Weepe flouds of mone to waile our wretched fates. 
 Thus we that erfl: with terrors did attaint, 
 The Ba6lrian bounds and in our Romaine warres, 
 Enforft the barbarous borderers of the Alpes, 
 To tremble with the terrors of our looks. y^jjji 
 
 Now flie poore men affrighted with our harmes, 
 Seeking amidft the defert rocks and dens, 
 For him that whilom in our Capitoll, 
 Euen with a becke commaunded Afia. 
 Thou wofull fonne of fuch a famous man, 
 Vnfheath thy fword, condu6l thefe warlike men 
 To Rome, vnhappie Miftris of our harmes : 
 And there fince tyrants powre hath thee oppreft, 
 And robd thee of thy father, friends and all, 
 So die vndaunted, killing of thy foes. 
 That were the offspring of thefe wretched woes. 
 
 Le^orius: Why how now Marius, will you mate vs thus, 
 That with content aduenture for your loue } 
 Why Noble youth refolue yourfelfe on this, 
 That fonne and father both haue friends in Rome 
 That feeke olde Marius reft and your reliefe. 
 
 Marius: Le6lorius, friends are geafon now adaies, 
 And grow to fume before they taft the fire: 
 Aduerfities bereauing mans auailes. 
 They flie like feathers dallying in the winde, 
 
 They 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 They rife like bubbles in a ftormie raine, 
 Swelling in words and flying faith and deedes. 
 
 CctJicgus: How fortunate art thou my louely Lord, 
 That in thy youth maift reapc the fruits of age, 
 And hauing loft occafions hold-faft now, 
 Maift learnc hereafter how to entertaine her well: 
 But fodaine hopes doo fwarme about my hart, 
 Be merry Romaines fee where from the Coaft, 
 A wearie meffenger doth poaft him faft. 
 
 Enter Cinnas Jlaue ivith a letter inclofed pojihig in liaj}. 
 
 Leelorius: It fliould be Cinnas flaue or els I erre, 
 For in his forhead I behold the fear. 
 Wherewith he marketh flill his barbarous fwaines. 
 
 ]\Iarius: Oh ftay him good Leftorius for me feeme, 
 His great poft haft fome pleafure fliould prefent. 
 
 Le£lorins: Sirra art thou of Rome ? 
 
 Slaue: Perhaps Sir no ? 
 
 'L,eelori?is\ Without perhaps fay Sirra is it fo? 
 
 Slaue: This is Leftorius Marius friend I trow, 
 Yet were I beft to learne the certainetie, 
 Left fome diffembling foes fhould me difcry. 
 
 Marius: Sirra leaue off this fooHfh dalliance, 
 Left with my fword I wake you from your trance. 
 
 Jlauc: Oh happie man. Oh labours well atchieude, 
 How hath this chance my wearie lims reuiude: 
 Oh Noble Marius, Oh Princelie Marius. 
 
 Marius: what meanes this Pefant by his great reioice. 
 
 Jlajie: Oh w-orthy Romaine, many months haue paft, 
 Since Cinna now the Conful and my Lord, 
 Hath fent me forth to feeke thy friends and thee: 
 All Libia with out Romaine Prefidents, 
 Numidia full of vnfrequented waies, 
 Thefe wearie limbs haue troad to feeke you out, 
 And now occafion pitying of my paines, 
 I late arriude vpon this wiflied fliore, 
 Found out a Sailer borne in Capua, 
 
 That 
 
Marius and Scilla. 
 That told me how your Lordfliip paft this way. 
 
 Marius: A happie labor worthie fome reward. 
 How fares thy mafter.^ whats the newes at Rome.? 
 
 Slauc. Pull out the pike from oft" this iauelin top, 
 And there are tidings for thefe Lords and thee. 
 
 Marius: A poUicie befeeming Cynna well: 
 'Le^orius read, and breake thefe letters vp. 
 
 Letters. 
 
 To his honourable frend Marius the yon- 
 
 ger greeting. 
 
 ^Eing Confull(forthe zvelfareboth of father and fonne, %vith 
 other thy accomplices) I haue vnder an honeft policie fince 
 myinflalment in the Confiilfliip^canfed all Scillas frauds that 
 were indifferent with the other neighbring Cities to reuolt : Oc- 
 tauius myfellozv ConftdhvitJi the refl of the Senatemiflru sting 
 me, a7id hearing Jiozij I fought to vnite the old Citizens zoith the 
 neiu, hath zvrought imich trouble, bitt to no effect. I hope the 
 foiUdiersofQapuafliallfolloiuourfaftionJorScillahearingof 
 thefe hitrly-burlics is hafling Jiomeivard verie fortunate in Ids 
 war res agaiiifi M itJiridates. A nd it is to be feared, that fome 
 of his f rends here JiauecertifiedJiimof my proceedings,andpur- 
 pofe to refioreyott. QetJiegusandY^eSlorius I hearefay are zvith 
 you. Cenforinus and A IbinouanuszvillfJiortlyvifityou. There- 
 fore hafl andfeeke outyourfather, ivho is noiv as I Jieare abou t 
 Minturnum. l^euie %vhat poiver you can with all expedition , 
 and flay not. Rome the 5. Kalends of December. 
 
 Your vnfained frejid, 
 Cinna Confdl. 
 
 Marius: Yea Fortune, fhall yong Marius clime aloft, 
 Then woe to my repining foes in Rome, 
 And if I liue 'fweete Queene of change) thy fhrines. 
 Shall fhine with beautie midft the Capitoll, 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 Le6lorius, tell mc what were befl be done. 
 
 LcHor: To fca my Lord, fecke your warlike Sire, 
 Send backc this pcfant with your full pretence, 
 And thinke alreadic that our paines haue end, 
 Since Cynna with his followers is your frend. 
 
 Mariiis: Yea Romanes we will furrow through the fome 
 Of fwelling flouds, and to the facred Twins 
 Make facrifice to fliield our fliips from ftormes. 
 Follow me Lords, come gentle meffenger, 
 Thou flialt haue gold and glorie for thy paines. Exeunt. 
 
 Finis fecundi Acli. 
 
 A6tus tertius. Scena prima. 
 
 Enter Cynna, Oclauius, Anthonius, 
 Liilors, Citizens. 
 
 VPbraiding Senators bewitcht with wit, 
 
 Cyn: 
 
 That terme true iuftice innouation: 
 You minifters of Scillas mad conceipts, 
 Will Confulls thinke you ftoope to your controules? 
 Thcfe yongcr Citizens, my fellow Lords, 
 Bound to maintaine both Marius and his fonne, 
 
 Craue 
 
Marius and Scilla. 
 Craue but their due, and will be held as good 
 For priuiledge, as thofe of elder age : 
 For they are men conforrrKTto feats of armes, 
 That haue both wit and courage to commaund. 
 Thefe fauorites of Oftauius, what with age 
 And palfies fhake their iauelins in their hands, 
 Like hartleffe men attainted all with feare : 
 And fhould they then ouer-top the youth. 
 No, nor this Confull, nor Marke Anthonie, 
 Shall make my followers faint, or loofe their right, 
 But I will haue them equall with the befb. 
 
 M.An: Why then the Senates name (whofe reuerent rule 
 Hath blazd our vertues midft the Wefterne He) 
 Muft be obfcurde by Cynnas forced powre. 
 O Citizens, are lawes of Countrey left? 
 Is iuftice banifht from this Capitoll? 
 Muft we poore fathers fee your trooping bands 
 Enter the facred Synode of this ftate. 
 Oh brutifh fond prefumptions of this age, 
 Rome would the mifchiefes might obfcure my life, 
 So I might counfaile Confulls to be wife. 
 Why Countri-men wherein confifts this ftrife.'' 
 Forfooth the yonger Citizens will rule, 
 The old mens heads are dull and addle now: 
 And in ele6lions youth will beare the fway.^ 
 O Cynna, fee I not the wofuU fruits 
 Of thefe ambitious ftratagems begun, 
 Each flattring tongue that dallieth prettie words, 
 Shall change our fortunes and our ftates at once. 
 Had I ten thoufand tongues to talke the care, /' 
 
 So manie eyes to weepe their wofuU miffe. 
 So manie pennes to write thefe manie wrongs : 
 My tongue your thoughts, my eyes your teares fhuld moue, 
 My pen your paines by reafons fliould approue. 
 
 Cynna: Why Anthonie, feale vp thofe fugred lips, 
 For I will bring my purpofe to effe6l. 
 
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The true Tragedies oj 
 A nth: Doth Q'/zz/rt like to interrupt me then? 
 
 Cynna: I Cynna fir, will interrupt you now, 
 I tell thee Warke, old Waruis is at hand, 
 The verie patron of this happie law. 
 Who will reuenge thy cunning eloquence. 
 
 M^. An: I talke not I to pleafe or him or thee, 
 But what I fpcake, I thinke and praftife too: 
 Twere better Scilla learnt to mend in Rome, 
 Than Marius come to tyrannize in Rome. 
 
 Ocla: Nay Marius fliall not tyrannize in Rome. 
 Old Citizens, as Scilla late ordaind, 
 King Tullius lawes fliall take their full effeft. 
 The beft and aged men fliall in their choice, 
 Both beare the day and firme ele6lion. 
 
 Cynna : Oh braue Oftauius you will beard me then. 
 The elder Confull and old Marius frend, 
 And thefe Italian freemen muft be wrongd. 
 Firft fliall the frute of all thine honors faile. 
 And this my ponyard fliall difpatch thy life. 
 
 \^epid. Such infolence was neuer feene in Rome: 
 Nought wanteth here but name to make a King. 
 
 06la : Strike villaine if thou lift, for I am preft, 
 To make as deepe a furrow in thy breft. 
 
 Yong Cii- The yong mens voices flial preuaile my lords. 
 
 Old Cit: And we will firme our honors by our blouds. 
 TJinnder. 
 
 A nth: O falfe ambitious pride in yong and old: 
 Harke how the heauens our follies hath contrould. 
 
 Old Cit: What fliall we yeeld for this religious feare? 
 
 Anth: If not religious feare, what may repreffe 
 Thefe wicked paffions, wretched Citizens. 
 
 Rome, poore Rome, vnmeet for thefe mifdeedes, 
 
 1 fee contempt of heauens will breed a croffe : 
 Sweete Cynna gouerne rage with reuerencc. 
 
 Thunder. 
 
 O fellow Citizens, be more aduifde. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 
 'L.epid. VVe charge you Confulls now diffolue the Court 
 The Gods contemne this brawle and ciuill iarres. 
 
 OSf: We will fubmit our honors to their wills: 
 You ancient Citizens come follow mee. 
 
 Exit OSlanius, zuitk him AntJionie & 'Lepidiis. 
 
 Cynna: High loue himfelfe hath done too much for thee, 
 Els fhould this blade abate thy royaltie. 
 Well yong Italian Citizens take hart, 
 He is at hand that will maintaine your right : 
 That entring in thefe fatall gates of Rome, 
 Shall make them tremble that difturbe you now. 
 You of Prenefte and of Formiae, 
 With other neighbring Cities in Campania, 
 Prepare to entertaine and fuccor Marius. 
 
 Citizen : For him we Hue, for him we meane to die. Exe. 
 
 Enter old Marius wzV/^ Jiis keeper, & two fonldiers. 
 
 Marius: Haue thefe Minturnians then fo cruelly, 
 Prefumd fo great iniuftice gainft their frends.-" 
 
 lailer: I Marius, all our Nobles haue decreed 
 To fend thy head a prefent vnto Rome. 
 
 Marius: A Tautals prefent it will proue my frend, 
 Which with a little fmarting ftreffe will end 
 Old Marius life, when Rome it felfe at laft. 
 Shall rue my loffe, and then reuenge my death. ^ 
 But tell me lailer, couldft thou be content. 
 In being Marius for to brooke this wrong. 
 
 lailer: The high eftate your Lordfhip once did wield, 
 The manie frends that fawnd when fortune fmild, 
 Your great promotions, and your mightie welth: 
 T^hefe (were I Marius) would amate me fo, 
 As loffe of them would vexe me more than death. 
 
 Marius: Is Lordfhip then fo great a bliffe my frend.'' 
 
 Jailer: No title may compare with princely rule. 
 
 Marius: Are frends fo faithfull pledges of delight.'' 
 
 D 3 lailer 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 
 lailer: What better comforts than are faithful! frauds? 
 
 Marius'. Is welth a meane to lengthen Hues content? 
 
 lai. Where great poffefTions bide, what care can tutch ? 
 
 Marius : Thefe ftales of fortune are the common plagues 
 That ftill miflead the thoughts of fniiple men. 
 The fliepheard fwaine that midft his country cote, 
 Deludes his broken flumbers by his toyle, 
 Thinkes Lordfliip fvveetc, where care with lordfhip dwells 
 The truftfuU man that builds on trothles vowes, 
 Whofe fimple thoughts are croft with fcornfull wayes. 
 Together weepes the loffe of welth and frend : 
 So Lordfliip, frends, welth, fpring and perifli faft, 
 Where death alone yeelds happie life at laft. 
 O gentle gouernor of my contents, 
 /^ ,; Thou facred chieftaine of our Capitoll, 
 
 Who in thy chriftall orbes with glorious gleames, 
 Lendfl lookes of pitie mixt with maieftie. 
 See wofull Marius carefull for his fonne, 
 Careleffe of lordfliip, welth or worldly meanes. 
 Content to liue, yet lining ftill to die: 
 Whofe nerues and veynes, whofe finewes by the fword 
 \ /; ,. ,. Muft loofe their workings through diftempering ftroake: 
 pi HaLzl'' "' But yet whofe minde in fpight of fate and all, 
 y(o\^ Shall liue by fame although the bodie fall. 
 
 lail: Why mourneth Marius this recureleffe chance? 
 
 Mar: I prethee lailer wouldft thou gladly die? 
 
 lail: If needes, I would. 
 
 Mar: Yet were you loath to trie. 
 
 Tail: Why noble Lord, when goods, frends, fortune faile 
 What more than death might wofull man auaile? 
 
 Mar: Who calls for death (my frend) for all his fcornes, 
 With Aefops flaue Mall leaue his bufh of thornes. 
 But fmce thefe traitrous Lords will liaue my head, 
 Their Lordfliips here vpon this homely bed. 
 Shall finde me fleeping, breathing forth my breath, 
 Till they their fliame, and I my fame attaine by death. 
 
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Maritts and Scilla. 
 Liue gentle Marius to reuenge my wrong, 
 And firrha fee they fhay not ouer-long. 
 
 For he that earft hath conquered kingdomes many, i^,^ ^ -^j^^ 
 
 Difdaines in death to be fubdude by anie. 
 
 He lies doivne. 
 
 Enter 'Lucius Faicorinus, Paufanius, ivitJi Pedro, 
 a French-man. 
 
 lail: The moft vndanted words that euer were. 
 The mightie thoughts of his imperious minde, 
 Do wound my hart with terror and remorfe. 
 
 Pauf: Tis defperate, not perfeft noblenes. 
 For to a man that is preparde to die, 
 The heart fhould rent, the fleepe fhould leaue the eye : 
 But fay Pedro, will you doo the deed ? 
 
 Pedr: Mon monfieurs per la fang dieu, mee will make a 
 trou fo large in ce belly, dat he fal cry hough come vne por- 
 ceau. Featre de lay, Wja. true me fadre, hee kill my modre. 
 Faith a my trote mon efpee : fera le fay dun foldat, Sau, fau, 
 leieuera, come il founta pary, me will make a fpitch-cocke 
 of his perfona. 
 
 Fauor: If he haue flaine thy father and thy frends, 
 The greater honor fhall betide the deed : 
 For to reuenge on righteous eftimate, 
 Befeemes the honor of a French mans name. 
 
 Pedro : Mes mefsiers, de fault auoir argent, me no point 
 de argent, no point kill Marius. 
 
 Patif: Thou fhalt haue forty crowns, wil that content thee > 
 
 Pedro : Quarante efcus, per le pied de Madam, me giue 
 more dan foure to fe prettie damofele, dat haue ledulces tet- 
 tinos, le leures cymbrines. 0\\ they be fines. 
 
 Fauorinus: Great is the hire and little is the paine, 
 Make therefore quicke difpatch, and looke for gaine. 
 See where he lies in drawing on his death, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 VVhofc cics by gentle flumber fealed vp, 
 Prefent no dreadfull viTions to his hart. 
 
 Pedro: Bien monfieur, le demourcra content. Maries 
 tu es mort. Speakc dy prcres in dy fleepe, for me fall cut off 
 your head from your efpaules before you wake. Qui es ftia, 
 what kinde a man be dis. 
 
 Faiior: Why what delaies are thefe, why gaze ye thus ? 
 
 Pedr: Notre dame, lefu eftiene, oh my fmiors der be a 
 great diable in ce eies, qui dart de flame, and with de voice 
 d'un beare, cries out, Villaine dare you kill Marius. le trem- 
 ble: aida me fmiors, autrement I fliall be murdred. 
 
 Pan/. What fodaine madnes daunts this ftranger thus .' 
 
 Pedro: Oh me no can kill Marius, me no dare kill Mari- 
 us : adieu meffiers, me be dead fi ie touche Marius, Marius eft 
 vne diable. lefu Maria faua moy. Exit fngiens. 
 
 Pan/. What furie haunts this wretch on fodaine thus ? 
 
 Fauor: Ah my Paufanius I haue often heard, 
 T'hat yonder Marius in his infancie 
 Was borne to greater fortunes than we deeme : 
 For being fcarce from out his cradle crept, 
 And fporting pretely with his compeeres. 
 On fodaine feuen yong Eagles foard amaine, 
 And kindly pearcht vpon his tender lap. 
 His parents wondring at this ftrange euent, 
 7"ooke counfaile of the Southfaiers in this, 
 Who told them that thefe feuen-fold Eagles flight, 
 Forefigured his feuen times Confulfhip: 
 And we our felues (except bewitcht with pride^ 
 Haue feene him fixe times in the Capitol! 
 Accompanyd with rods and axes too. 
 And fome diuine inftinft fo preffeth mee, 
 T^hat fore I tremble till I fet him free. 
 
 Pauf: T\\Q. like affaults attaint my wandring minde. 
 Seeing our bootleffe warre with matchleffe fate^ 
 Let vs intreat him to forfake our towne, 
 So fhall we gaine a frend of Rome and him : 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 
 Mar ills awaketh. 
 But marke how happely he doth awake. 
 
 Mar: What, breath I yet pore man, with mounting fighs 
 Choaking the riuers of my reftleffe eies? 
 Or is their rage reftraind with matchleffe ruth? 
 See how amazd thefe angrie Lords behold 
 The poore confufed lookes of wretched Marius. 
 Minturnians why delaies your headfman thus 
 To finifh vp this ruthfuU tragedie.' 
 
 Faiiorimis : Far be it Marius from our thoughts or hands 
 To wrong the man prote6led by the Gods : 
 Line happie (Marius) fo thou leaue our towne. 
 
 Marius: And muft I wreftle once againe with fate? 
 Or Avill thefe Princes dally with mine age? 
 
 Pan/an: No matchles Romane, thine approued minde 
 That earft hath altred pur ambitious wrong 
 Muft flourifli ftill, and we thy feruants line 
 To fee thy glories like the fwelling tides 
 Exceed the bounds of Fate and Romane rule. 
 Yet leaue vs Lord, and feeke fome fafer fhed. 
 Where more fecure thou maift preuent mifliaps : 
 For great purfuits and troubles thee awaite. 
 
 Marius: Ye piteous powres that with fuccesfull hopes, 
 And gentle counfailes thwart my deepe difpaires: 
 Olde Marius to your mercies recommends 
 His hap, his life, his hazard and his fonne. 
 Minturnians, I will hence, and you fhall flie 
 Occafions of thofe troubles you expe6l. 
 Dreame not on dangers that haue faud my life : 
 Lordings adieu, from walls to woods I wend, 
 To hills, dales, rockes, my wrong for to commend. Exit. 
 
 Fauor: Fortune vouchfafe thy manie cares to end. Exit. 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 
 A6lus tertius. 
 
 Enter Scilla ill triiiinphiiihischarctriuviphant of gold,draiv- 
 cn by four e M.oores, before the chariot \ his colours^ his crefi, 
 his captaiues, his pr if oners'. Arcaihiiis Mithridates foti, 
 Aristion, Arehclaus, bearing croivtics of gold, and mana- 
 cled. After the chariot, Jiis foiildiers bands, Bafillus, Lu- 
 cretius, Lucullus: bcfides prifoners of diners Nations, and 
 fundry difguifes. 
 
 S Cilia: You men of Rome, my fellow mates in Armes, 
 VVhofe three yeai"es proweffe, pollicie, and warre, 
 One hundreth three fcore thoufand men at Armes 
 Hath ouerthrowne and murthered in the field : 
 VVhofe valours to the Empire hath reftorde, 
 All Grecia, Afia, and Ionia. 
 With Macedonia fubie6l to our foe: 
 You fee the froward cuftomes of our ftate, 
 Who meafuring not our many toiles abroad, 
 Sit in their Cells imagining our harmes, 
 Replenifliing our Romaine friends with feare. 
 Yea, Scilla worthy friends, whofe fortunes, toiles, 
 And ftratagems thefe ftrangers may report, 
 Is by falfe Cynna and his factious friends, 
 Reuilde, condemnde, and croft without a caufe. 
 Yea (Romaines) Marius muft returne to Rome, 
 Of purpofe to vpbraid your Generall. 
 But this vndaunted minde that neuer droopt: 
 This forward bodie formd to fufifer toile. 
 Shall haft to Rome where euerie foe fiiall rue, 
 The rafh difgracc both of my felfe and you : 
 
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Marhis and Scilla. 
 
 Lucretius: And may it be that thofe feditious braines, 
 Imagine thefe prefumptuous purpofes? 
 
 Scilla: And may it be? why man and wilt thou doubt, 
 Where Scilla daines thefe dangers to auerre? 
 Sirrha except not fo, mifdoubt not fo, 
 See here Ancharius letters reade the lines, 
 And fay Lucretius that I fauour thee. 
 That dareft but fufpe6l thy Generall. 
 
 Read the letters and dcliuer thon. 
 
 L.ucr: The cafe conceald hath moued the more mifdoubt, 
 Yet pardon my prefumptions worthy Scilla, 
 That to my griefe haue read thefe hideous harmes. 
 
 Scilla: Tut my Lucretius, fortunes ball is toft, 
 To forme the ftorie of my fafaTl powre : 
 Rome fliall repent, babe, mother, fhall repent. 
 Aire weeping clowdie forrowes fhall repent, 
 wind breathing many fighings fhall repent 
 To fee thofe ftormes concealed in my breft, 
 Refle6l the hideous flames of their vnreft : 
 But words are vaine, and cannot quell our wrongs, 
 Briefe periods ferue for them that needs muft poft it. 
 LucuUus fmce occafion calls me hence, 
 And all our Romaine fenate thinke it meete, 
 That thou purfue the warres I haue begun, 
 As by their letters I am certified, 
 I leaue thee Fimbrias Legions to condu6l, 
 with this prouifo, that in ruling ftill, 
 You thinke on Scilla and his curtefies. 
 
 L?icullus: The waightie charge of this continued warre, 
 Though ftrange it feeme, and ouer great to wield, 
 I will accept if fo the Armie pleafe. 
 
 Souldiers : Happie & fortunate be LucuUus our Generall. 
 
 Scilla: If he be Scillas friend, els not at all: 
 For otherwife the man were ill befted, 
 That gaining glories ftraight fliould lofe his head. 
 But fouldiers fince I needly muft to Rome, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 Bafillus vertues fliall hauc rccompence. 
 Lo here the wreath Valerius for thy paines, 
 Who firft didrt; enter Archilous trench: 
 This pledge of vertue firrha fhall approue, 
 Thy vertues, and confirme me in thy loue. 
 
 Bafillus: Happie be Scilla, if no foe to Rome. 
 
 Scilla: I like no iffs from fuch a fimple groome, 
 I will be happie in defpite of ftate, 
 And why? becaufe I neuer feared fate. 
 But come Arcathius for your fathers fake, 
 Enioyne your fellow Princes to their taskes, 
 And helpe to fuccour thefe my wearie bones. 
 Tut blufli not man, a greater ftate than thou, 
 Shall pleafure Scilla in more bafer fort. 
 Ariftion is a iolly timberd man. 
 Fit to conduct the chariot of a King. 
 Why be not fqueamifh, for it fliall goe hard, 
 But I will giue you all a great reward. 
 
 Arcath: Humbled by fate like wretched men we yeeld 
 
 Scilla : Arcathius thefe are fortunes of the field. 
 Beleeue me thefe braue Captyues draw by art, 
 And I will thinke vpon their good defart. 
 But ftay you ftrangers, and refpe6l my words, 
 Fond hartles men, what folly haue I feene: 
 For feare of death can Princes entertaine 
 Such baftard thoughts, that now from glorious armes 
 Vouchfafe to draw like oxen in a plough. 
 Arcathius I am fure Mithridates 
 Will hardly brooke the fcandall of his name : 
 Twere better in Picaeo to haue died 
 Ariftion, than amidft our legions thus to draw. 
 
 Ariflion: I tell thee Scilla, captiues haue no choice, 
 And death is dreadfull to a caytiue man. 
 
 Scilla: In fuch imperfedl mettals as is yours. 
 But Romanes that are ftill allurde by fame, 
 Chufe rather death than blemifh of their name. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 But I haue haft, and therefore will reward you. 
 Goe fouldiers, with as quicke difpatch as may be, 
 Haften their death, and bring them to their end, 
 And fay in this that Scilla is your frend. 
 
 Arcathms: Oh ranfome thou our Hues fweet conqueror. 
 
 Scilla : Fie foolifh men, why flie you happines, 
 Defire you ftill to lead a feruile life. 
 Dare you not buy delights with little paines. 
 Well, for thy fathers fake Arcathius, 
 I will preferre thy triumphs with the reft. 
 Goe take them hence, and when we meete in hell, 
 Then tell me Princes if I did not well. 
 
 Exetmt milites. 
 Lucullus, thus thefe mightie foes are downe, 
 Now ftriue thou for the king of Pontus crowne. 
 I will to Rome, goe thou, and with thy traine, 
 Purfue Mithridates till he be flaine. 
 
 Liicul: With fortunes help, go calme thy countries woes 
 VVhilft I with thefe feeke out our mightie foes. 
 
 Enter Marius Joins from the Numidian motmtaines, 
 feeding on rootcs. 
 
 Mar: pat: Thou that haft walkt with troops of flocking 
 Now wandreft midft the laborynth of woes, (frends, 
 
 Thy beft repaft with manie fighing ends, 
 And none but fortune all thefe mifchiefes knowes. 
 Like to thefe ftretching mountaines clad with fnow, 
 No fun-ftiine of content my thoughts approcheth : 
 High fpyre their tops, my hopes no height do know, 
 But mount fo high as time their tra6l reprocheth : 
 They finde their fpring, where winter wrongs my minde: 
 They weepe their brookes, I waft my cheekes with teares. 
 Oh foolifh fate, too froward and vnkinde, 
 Mountaines haue peace, where mournfull be my yeres : 
 Yet high as they my thoughts fome hopes would borrow, 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 But when I count the euening end with forrow. 
 Death in Minturnum threatned Marius head, 
 Hunger in thefe Numidian mountaines dwells: 
 Thus with preuention hauing mifchiefe fled, 
 Old Marius findes a world of manie hells. 
 Such as poore fimple wits haue oft repinde. 
 But I will quell by vertues of the mindc. 
 Long yeres miffpent in manie luckles chances, 
 Thoughts full of wroth, yet little worth fucceeding, 
 Thefc are the meanes for thofe whom fate aduances : 
 But I, whofe wounds are frefli, my hart fbill bleeding, 
 Liues to intreate this bleffed boone from fate, 
 That I might die with griefe to Hue in ftate. 
 Sixe hundreth fonnes with folitarie walkes, 
 I flill haue fought for to delude my paine. 
 And frendly Eccho anfwering to my talkes, 
 Rebounds the accent of my ruth againe : 
 She (curteous Nymph) the wofull Romane pleafeth, 
 Els no conforts but beafts my paines appeafeth. 
 Each day flie anfweres, in yond neighbring mountaine, 
 I doo expe6l reporting of my forrow, 
 Whilft lifting vp her lockes from out the fountaine, 
 She anfwereth to my queftions euen and morrow: 
 Whofe fweete rebounds my forrowes to remoue, 
 To pleafe my thoughts I meane for to approue. 
 Sweet Nymph draw nere thou kind & gentle Eccho. Eccho. 
 What help to eafe my wearie paines haue I } I. 
 
 What comfort in diftres to calme my griefes.? grief cs. 
 Sw^eet Nymph thefe griefes are growne before I thought fo.^ 
 
 / thought fo. 
 Thus Marius liues difdaind of all the Gods. O ads. 
 
 With deepe difpaire late ouertaken wholy. O ly. 
 
 And wil the heavns be neuer wel appeafed.^ appcafed. 
 What meane haue they left me to cure my fmart.^ art. 
 Nought better fits old Marius mind then war, tJien war. 
 Then full of hope fay Eccho, fliall I goc.-' goe. 
 
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Marias and Scilla. 
 Is anie better fortune then at hand. at hand. 
 
 Then farewell Eccho, gentle Nymph farewel. fareivelL 
 Oh pleafing folly to a penfiue man. 
 Well I will reft faft by this fliadie tree. 
 Waiting the end that fate allotteth mee. fit doivne. 
 
 Enter Marius tJiefonne, Albinouanus, Cethegus, 
 LeSlorius, ivith fouldiers. 
 
 Marius: My countrimen and fauorites of Rome, 
 This melancholy defart where we meete, 
 Refembleth well yong Marius reftles thoughts. 
 Here dreadfull fdence, folitarie caues, 
 No chirping birds with folace Tinging fweetlie, 
 Are harbored for delight: but from the oake 
 Leaueles and faples through decaying age, 
 The fcritch-owle chants her fatall boding layes. 
 Within my breft, care, danger, forrow dwells, 
 Hope and reuenge fit hammering in my hart, 
 The balefull babes of angrie Nemefis 
 Difpearfe their furious fires vpon my foule. 
 
 'Lcclor: Fie Marius, are you difcontented ftill, 
 When as occafion fauoreth your defire.-' 
 Are not thefe noble Romanes come from Rome."* 
 Hath not the ftate recald your father home.-' 
 
 Marius: And what of this, what profit may I reape, 
 That want my father to conduct vs home. 
 
 hetlor: My Lord, take hart, no doubt this ftormie flawe 
 5Tt^ yy' That Neptune fent to caft vs on this fhore. 
 
 Shall end thefe difcontentments at the laft. 
 
 Mar: pat: Whom fee mine eyes, what is not yon my fon? 
 
 Mar: iu: what folitarie father walketh there.-* 
 
 Mar: pa: It is my fonne, thefe are my frends I fee: 
 what haue forepining cares, fo changed mee.-* 
 Or are my lookes, diftempred through the paines 
 And agonies that iilue from my hart.' 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 Fie Marius, frolickc man, thou muft to Rome, 
 There to reuenge thy wrongs and waight thy tombe. 
 
 Marius in: Now fortune frownc, & palter if thou pleafe, 
 Romanes behold my father and your frend. 
 Oh father. 
 
 Marius pa: Marius thou art fitly met: 
 Albinouanus and my other frends, 
 What newes at Rome? what fortune brought you hither? 
 
 Albino: My Lord, the Confull Cynna hath reftord 
 The doubtfull courfe of your betrayed ftate, 
 And waits you prrefent fwift approch to Rome, 
 Your foe man Scilla poafteth verie faft, 
 With good fucceffe from Pontus to preuent 
 Your fpeedie entrance into Italy. 
 The neighbring Cities are your verie frends. 
 Nought refts my Lord, but you depart from hence. 
 
 Mar\ in: How manie defart waies hath Marius fought, 
 How manie Cities haue I vifited, 
 To finde my father, and releeue his wants? 
 
 Marius pat : My fonne, I quite thy trauells with my loue. 
 And Lords and Citizens we will to Rome, 
 And ioyne with Cynna haue your fliipping here? 
 What are thefe fouldiers bent to die with mee? 
 
 Soul: Content to pledge our Hues for Marius. 
 
 Lecl: My Lord, here in the next adioyning port. 
 Our fhips are rigd and readie for to faile. 
 
 Marius pa: Then let vs faile vnto Hetruria, 
 And caufe our frends the Germanes to reuolt, 
 And get fome Tufcans to increafe our power. 
 Deferts farewell come Romanes let vs goe, 
 A fcourge for Rome that hath depreft vs fo. Exeunt. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 
 A6lus quartus. Scena prima. 
 
 Enter Mm'ke Anthonic, Lepidus, O^laiiius, 
 ^ Flaccns, Senators. 
 
 f 
 
 /Off a. "X^^Hat helpes my Lords to ouerhale thefe cares? 
 What meanes or motions may thefe mifchiefs 
 You fee how Cynna that fliould fuccor Rome, (end? 
 
 Hath leuied armes to bring a traitor in. 
 O worthleffe traitor, woe to thine and thee, 
 That thus difquieteth both Rome and vs. 
 
 A?ith: 06lauius thefe are fcourges for our fmnes, 
 Thefe are but minifters to heape our plagues : 
 Thefe mutinies are gentle meanes and Avaies, 
 Whereby the heavns owy heauie errors charmes. 
 Then with content and humbled eyes behold 
 The chriftall fliining globe of glorious loue: 
 And fmce we perifli through our owne mifdeedes 
 Go let vs flourifh in our frutefull praiers. 
 
 Lepid: Midft thefe confufions mighty men of Rome, 
 Why waft we out thefe troubles all in words, 
 Weepe not your harmes, but wend we ftraight to armes. 
 Loe Diftia fpoyld, fee Marius at our gate : r/r }y{KM' 
 
 And fliall we die like milkfops dreaming thus? 
 0£la: A booties warre to fee our countrey fpoild. 
 Lep: Fruteles is dalliance whereas dangers bee. 
 Aiith: My Lord, may courage wait on conquered men? 
 Lep: Leuen in death moft courage doth appeare. 
 0£la: Then waiting death I meane to feate me here, 
 Hoping that Confulls name and feare of lawes, 
 Shall iuftifie my confcience and my caufe. 
 Enter a meffenger. 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 Now firrha, what confufcd lookes arc thefe, 
 What tidings bringcft thou of dreriment? 
 
 Mcjfen: My Lords, the Confull Cyiina with his frends 
 Haue let in Marius by Via Appia, 
 VVhofe fouldiers waft and murther all they meete, 
 Who with the Confull and his other frends 
 W^ith expedition hafteth to this place. 
 
 Anth: Then to the downfall of my happines, 
 Then to the mine of this Citie Rome. 
 But if mine inward ruth were laid in fight, 
 ]\Iy ftreames of teares fliould drowne my foes defpight. 
 
 Ocla: Courage Lord Anthony, if Fortune pleafe, 
 She will and can thefe troubles foone appeafe. 
 But if her backward frownes approch vs nie, 
 Refolue with vs with honor for to die. 
 
 Lep: No ftorme of fate fhall bring my forrowes downe. 
 But if that Fortune lift, why let her frowne. 
 
 AntJi: Where ftate's oppreft by cruell tyrants bee, 
 Old Anthony, there is no place for thee. 
 
 Drum Jlrike zuit/dn : 
 Harke, by this thundring noyfe of threatning drums, 
 Marius with all his fa6lion hether comes. 
 
 EnterMarius, his Sonne, C>;/;/^, C^thegns, \^e6loriiis with 
 fonldiers: vpon fight of zvJioni Marke Anthony pre- 
 fently flies. 
 
 06la: Then like a traitor he ftiall know ere long, 
 In leuying armes he doth his countrey wrong. 
 
 Marins pa: And haue we got the goale of honor now, 
 And in defpight of Confulls entred Rome? 
 Then rouze thee Marius, leaue thy ruthfull thoughts: 
 And for thy manie toiles and cares fuftaind, 
 Affli6t thy foes with twice as many paines. 
 Goe fouldiers feeke out Bebius and his frends, 
 Attilius, Munitorius with the reft. 
 Cut off their heads, for they did croffe me once: 
 x\nd if your care can compaffe my decree, 
 
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Marins and Scilla, 
 Remember that fame fugitiue Marke Anthony, 
 VVhofe fatall end fhall be my frutefull peace. 
 I tell thee Cynna^ nature armeth beafts 
 With iuft reuenge, and lendeth in their kindes 
 Sufficient warlike weapons of defence: 
 If then by nature beafts reuenge their wrong, 
 Both heauens and nature grant me vengeance now. 
 Yet whilft I liue and fucke this fubtill aire 
 That lendeth breathing coolenes to my lights, ■^--^''X" J- 
 
 The regifher of all thy righteous a6ls, ^ ^-iC^'^ ^ 
 
 Thy paines, thy toiles, thy trauells for my fake, ^-p '--^ ^' 
 
 Shall dwell by kinde impreffions in my hart, 
 And I with linkes of true vnfained lone 
 Will locke thefe Romane fauorites in my breft, 
 And liue to hazard life for their releefe. 
 
 Cj'u: My Lord, your fafe and fwift returne to Rome, 
 Makes Cynna fortunate and well appaid, 
 Who through the falfe fuggeftions of my foes. 
 Was made a coffer of a Confull here : 
 Lo where he fits commanding in his throue, 
 That wronged Marius, me, and all thefe Lords. 
 
 Jilar: iu: To quite his loue, Cynna let me alone. 
 How fare thefe Lords that lumping pouting proud 
 Imagine how to quell me with their lookes. 
 No welcome firs, is Marius thought fo bafe? 
 Why ftand you looking babies in my face? 
 Who welcomes mee, him Marius makes his frend : ^ , o ^j 
 Who lowres on mee, him Marius meanes to end. 
 
 Flacais: Happie and fortunate thy returne to Rome. 
 
 \-.epidiis: And long Marius liue with fame in Rome. 
 
 Marius: I thanke you curteous Lords that are fo kinde. 
 
 lAar\ ill : But why endures your Grace that brauing mate 
 To fit and face vs in his roabes of ftate. 
 
 Mar: pa: My fonne he is a Confull at the leafb. 
 And grauitie becomes 06lauius beft. 
 
 F2 But 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 But Cynna would in yonder emptie feat, 
 You would for Marius freedome once intreate, 
 
 Cyiina prcffctJi vp, and Oclauius JlaietJi him. 
 
 O^a: Auant thou traitor, proud and infolent, 
 How dareft thou preffe nere ciuill gouernment. 
 
 Mar: Why Maftcr Confull, are you growne fo hot? 
 lie haue a prefent cooling card for you : 
 Be therefore well aduifde, and moue me not: 
 For though by you I was exilde from Rome, 
 And in the defart from a Princes feate 
 Left to bewaile ingratitudes of Rome. 
 Though I haue knowne your thirftie throates haue longd 
 To baine their felues in my diftilling blood. 
 Yet Marius Sirs, hath pitie ioynd with powre: 
 Loe here the Imperiall Enfigne which I wield. 
 That waueth mercie to my wifliers well : 
 And more fee here the dangerous trote of warre, 
 That at the point is fteeld with ghaftly death. 
 
 Ocia: Thou exile, threatneft thou a Confull then.^ 
 Liclors, goe draw him hence: fuch brauing mates, 
 Are not to boaft their armes in quiet ftates. 
 
 Marius: Go draw me hence. What no relent Oclauius? 
 
 Mar: iu\ My Lord Avhat hart indurate with reuenge, 
 Could leaue this loffell, threatning murther thus.' 
 Vouchfafe me leaue to taint that traitors feate 
 With flowing ftreames of his contagious blood. 
 
 Ocla : The fathers fonne, I know him by his talke^ 
 That fcolds in words when fingers cannot walke. 
 But loue I hope will one day fend to Rome 
 'The bleffed Patron of this Monarchic, 
 Who will reuenge iniuftice by his fword. 
 
 Cynna: Such brauing hopes, fuch curfed arguments, 
 So ftridl command, fuch arrogant controwles. 
 Suffer me Marius, that am Confull now, 
 To doo thee iuflice, and confound the wretch. 
 
 M.ar\ pat: Cynna, you know I am a priuate man. 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 That ftill fubmit my cenfures to your will. 
 
 Cyniia : Then fouldiers draw this traitor from the throne, 
 And let him die, for Cynna wills it fo. 
 
 'War: iic: I now my Cynna, noble Confull fpeakes, 
 Octauius, your checkes fliall coft you deare. 
 
 Ocla: And let me die for Cynna wills it fo? 
 Is then the reuerence of this robe contemnnd? 
 Are thefe affociates of fo fmall regard? 
 Why then 06lauius willingl}^ confents. 
 To entertaine the fentence of his death. 
 But let the proudeft traitor worke his will, 
 I feare no ftrokes, but here will fit me ftill. 
 Since iuftice fleepes, fmce tyrants raigne in Rome, 
 o6lauius longs for death to die for Rome. 
 
 Cyn: Then ftrike him where he fits, then hale him hence. 
 
 A foiildier Jlahs him, lie is caried away. 
 Ocla\ Heauens punifli Cynnas pride and thy offence. 
 Cynna: Now is he falne that threatned Marius, 
 Now will I fit and plead for Marius. 
 
 lAar: pat: Thou dooft me iuftice Cynna, for you fee 
 Thefe peeres of Rome haue late exiled mee. 
 
 Lcpid: Your Lordfliip doth iniuftice to accufe 
 Thofe who in your behalfe did not ofiend. 
 
 Flacc. VVe grieue to fee the aged Marius 
 Stand like a priuate man in view of Rome. 
 
 Cyn : Then bid him fit, and loe an emptie place, 
 Reuoke his exile, firme his gouernment. 
 And fo preuent your farther detriment. 
 
 l^cpid: VVe will accompt both Marius and his frends, 
 His fonne and all his folloAvers free in Rome: 
 And fmce we fee the dangerous times at hand. 
 And here of Scillas confidence and haft. 
 And know his hate and rancor to thefe Lords, 
 And him create for Confull to preuent 
 The policies of Scilla and his frends. 
 
 Cyn : Then both confirmd by ftate and full confent, 
 
 F T, That 
 
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The tnie Tragedies of 
 The rods and axe to Marius I prefent, 
 And here inueft thee with the Confulls pall. 
 
 Flacais: Long, fortunate and happie life betide 
 Old Marius in his feuenfold Confulfliip. 
 
 Mrtr: ///: And fo let Marius Hue and gouerne Rome, 
 As curfed Scilla neuer looke on Rome. 
 
 Wariuspat: Then placde in Confuls throne, you Romane 
 He takes his featc. (ftates 
 
 Recald from banifliment by your decrees, 
 Enllald in this imperiall feate to rule. 
 Old Marius thankes his frends and fauorites: 
 From Avhom this finall fauor he requires, 
 That feeing Scilla by his murthrous blade 
 Brought fierce feditions firft to head in Rome, 
 And forced lawes to banifli innocents: 
 I craue by courfe of reafon and defert, 
 That he may be proclaimd as earft was I, 
 A traitor and an enemie of Rome : 
 Let all his frends be baniflit out of towne.* 
 Then cutting off the branch where troubles fpring, 
 Rome fliall haue peace and plentie in her walls. 
 
 Cynn: In equitie it needes mufh be my frends, 
 7"hat one be guiltie of our common harmes: 
 And fmce that Marius is accounted free, 
 Scilla with all his frends muft traitors bee. 
 
 Mar: in: My fathers reafons Romanes are of force: 
 For if you fee and liue not too fecure. 
 You know that in fo great a ftate as this, 
 T^wo mightie foes can neuer well agree. 
 
 'Lepid: Zhen let vs feeke to pleafe our Confull firft, 
 And then prepare to keep the exile out. 
 Cynna, as Marius and thefe Lords agree, 
 Firme this Edi6l, and let it paffe for mee. 
 
 Qyjinn : Zhen Romanes, in the nam.e of all this ftate, 
 I here proclaime and publifli this decree: 
 T'hat Scilla with his frends, allies and all, 
 
 Are 
 
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Marius mid Scilla. 
 Are baniflit exiles, traitors vnto Rome. 
 And to extinguifli both his name and flate, 
 We will his houfe be raced to the ground, 
 His goods confifcate: this our cenfures is. 
 Li6lors proclaime this in the market place, 
 And fee it executed out of hand. Exit \.t£lor. 
 
 M^r; pat: Now fee I Senators, the thought, the care, 
 T^he vertuous zeale that leads your toward mindes. 
 To loue your frends and watch your common good : 
 And now eftabliflit Confull in this place, 
 Old Marius will forefee aduenient harmes : 
 Scilla the fcourge of Afia as we heare 
 Is preft to enter Italic with fword, 
 He comes in pompe to triumph here in Rome, 
 But Senators you know the wauering wills, 
 Of foolifh men I meane the common fort, 
 Who through report of innouations, 
 Or flattering humors of well tempred tongues, 
 Will change and draw a fecond mifchiefe on : 
 I like your care, and will my felfe apply 
 TO aime and leuell at my countries weale. 
 TO intercept thefe errors by aduice, 
 My fonne yong Marius, Cethegus and my frends, 
 Shall to Prenefte to preuent and ftop 
 The fpeedie purpofe of our forward foe. 
 Meane while ourfelues will fortifie this towne, 
 This beautie of the world, this maiden towne. 
 Where ftreaming Tybris with a pleafant tyde, 
 Leads out the ftately buildings of the world. 
 Marius my hope, my fonne, you know your charge, 
 Take thofe Iberian legions in your traine. 
 And we will fpare fome Cymbrians to your vfe, 
 Remember thou art Marius fonne, and dreame 
 On nought but honor and a happie death. 
 
 M«r; in: I go my Lord in hope to make the world 
 Report my feruice, and my dutie too, 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 And that proud challenger of Afia, 
 Shall finde that Marius fonne hath force and wit. 
 
 Exit cum Ccthego. 
 
 Marius />at: Goe thou as fortunate as Greekes to Troy, 
 As glorious as Alcides in thy toiles, 
 As happie as Sertorius in thy fight, 
 As valiant as Achilles in thy might. 
 Go glorious, valiant, happie, fortunate, 
 As all thofe Greekes and him of Romane ftate. 
 
 Euter led in with fouldicrs (Cornelia and Fuluia, 
 
 Corn: Traitors why drag you thus a Princes wife, 
 As if that beautie were a thrall to fate. 
 Are Romanes growen more barbarous than Greekes, 
 That hale more greater than Caffandra now.'' 
 T'he Macedonian Monarch was more kinde, 
 T^hat honored and relieud in warlike campe 
 Darius mother, daughters and his wife. 
 But you vnkinde to Romane Ladies now, 
 Perhaps as conftant as the Afian Oueenes, 
 For they fubdude had frendfliip in difgrace, 
 Where we vnconquered line in wofuU cafe. 
 
 Mar: What plaintifife pleas prefents that Ladie there .^ 
 Why fouldiers, make you prifners here in Rome.-' 
 
 I Soul: Dread Confulls, Ave haue found Cornelia here, 
 And Scillas daughter porting out of towne. 
 
 Marius: Ladies of worth, both beautifull and wife, 
 But nere allied vnto my greateft foe: 
 Yet Marius minde that neuer ment difgrace, 
 More likes their courage than their comely face. 
 Are you Cornelia Madame, Scillas wife.'' 
 
 (2orn: I am Cornelia Scillas wife: what then.-* 
 
 Marius: And is this Fuluia Scillas daughter too.-" 
 
 Fuluia: And this is Fuluia Scillas daughter too. 
 
 Mar: pat: Two welcome guefts, in whom the maieflie 
 of my conceit and courage muft confift: 
 What thinke you Senators and countrimen.-' 
 
 See 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 See here are two the faireft flarres of Rome, 
 The deereft dainties of my warHke foe, 
 VVhofe Hues vpon your cenfures doo confift. 
 
 Lepid: Dread ConfuU the continuance of their Hues, 
 Shall &%g& on Scilla to a greater haft. 
 And in bereauing of their vitall breath. 
 Your grace fliall force more furie from your foe: 
 Of thefe extreames we leaue the choice to you. 
 
 Mar: Then thinke that fome ftrange fortune fhall infue. 
 
 Fnl: Poore Fuluia, now thy happie dales are done, 
 In fteed of marriage pompe, the fatall lights 
 Of funeralls muft maske about thy bed. 
 Nor fliall thy fathers armes with kinde embrace 
 Hem in thy fhoulders trembling now for feare. 
 I fee in Marius lookes fuch tragedies, 
 As feare my hart, and fountaines fills mine eyes. 
 
 Corn: Fie Fuluia, fhall thy fathers daughter faint 
 Before the threats of dangers fhall approach.'' 
 Drie vp thofe teares, and like a Romane maid, 
 Be bold and filent till our foe haue faid. 
 
 Marius: Cornelia wife vnto my traitor foe.^ 
 What gadding mood hath forft thy fpeedie flight, 
 To leaue thy country, and forfake thy frends } 
 
 Corn: Accurfed Marius, off-fpring of my paines, 
 Whofe furious wrath hath wrought thy countries woe: 
 What may remaine for me or mine in Rome, 
 That fee the tokens of thy tyrannies } 
 Vile monfter, robd of vertue, what reuenge 
 Is this, to wreake thine anger on the walls } 
 To race our houfe, to banifli all our frends. 
 To kill the reft, and captiue vs at laft.? 
 Thinkfl thou by barbarous deedes to boafl thy ftate, 
 Or fpoyling Scilla to depreffe his hate.^" 
 No Marius, but for euerie drop of blood 
 And inch of wrong he fhall returne thee two. 
 
 Flaccus: Madame, in danger wifedome doth aduife, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 In humble termes to reconcile our foes. 
 
 Mariiis: She is a woman Flaccus, let her talke, 
 That breath forth bitter words in fteed of blowes. 
 
 Qorn: And in regard of that immodeft man, 
 Thou fhouldft defift from outrage and reuenge. 
 
 Le^\ What, can your Grace indure thefe curfed feoffs? 
 
 Mar: Why my Le6lorius, I haue euer learnt, 
 That Ladies cannot wrong me with vpbraids. 
 Then let her talke, and my concealed hate, 
 Shall heap reuengement vpon Scillas pate. 
 
 Fulu: Let feauers firft affli6l thy feeble age, 
 Let palfies make thy ftubborne fingers faint, 
 Let humors ftreaming from thy moyflned braines 
 With cloudes of dymnes choake thy fretfuU eyes. 
 Before thefe monftrous harmes affaile my fyre. 
 
 Mar: Byr Ladie Fuluia, you are gaily red, 
 Your mother well may boaft you for her owne, 
 For both of you haue words and feoffs at will : 
 And fmce I like the compaffe of your wit. 
 My felfe will ftand, and Ladies you fhall fit: 
 And if you pleafe to wade in farther words. 
 Lets fee what brawles your memories affords. 
 
 Corn: Your Lordfhips paffing mannerly in left, 
 But that you may perceiue we fmell your drift, 
 VVe both will fit and countenance your fhift. 
 
 Mar: Where conftancie and beautie doo confort. 
 There Ladies threatnings turnd to merry fport. 
 How fare thefe beautifull, what well at eafe.'' 
 
 Fid: As readie as at firft for to difpleafe. 
 For full confirmd that we fliall furely die, 
 VVe wait our ends with Romane conftancie. 
 
 Mar: why think you Marius hath confirmd your death .^ 
 
 Fill: What other frute may fpring from tyrants hands.'' 
 
 Mrtr; Li faith then Ladies, thus the matter ftands. 
 Since you miftake my loue and curtefie. 
 Prepare your felues, for you fliall furely die._ 
 
 Corn : 
 
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Marins and Scilla. 
 
 Cornel: I Marius, now I know thou doft not lie : 
 And that thou maift vnto thy lading blame, 
 Extinguifh in our deaths thy wifhed fame. 
 Grant vs this boone that making choice of death, 
 VVe may be freed from furie of thine yre. 
 
 Marius: An eafie boon, Ladies I condifcend. 
 
 Corn : Then fuffer vs in priuate chamber clofe 
 To meditate a day or two alone: 
 And tyrant if thou finde vs liuing then, 
 Commit vs ftraight vnto thy flaughtring men. 
 
 M.arius: Ladies I grant, for Marius nill denie, 
 A fute fo eafie, and of fuch import : 
 For pitie were that Dames of conftancie, 
 Should not be agents of their miferie. 
 
 Here he ivhi/pers Le^loriiis. 
 Le6lorius, harke, difpatch. Exit. Le6lor. 
 
 Corn : Loe Fuluia, now the lateft doome is fixt, 
 And naught remaines but conftant Romane harts, 
 To beare the brunt of yrkfome furies fpight, 
 Roufe thee my deare, and daunt thofe faint conceipts, 
 That trembling ftand agaft at bitter death : 
 Bethinke thee now that Scilla was thy fyre, 
 VVhofe courage heauen nor fortune could abate. 
 Then like the off-fpring of fierce Scillas houfe, 
 Paffe with the thrice renowmed Phrigian Dame, 
 As to thy marriage, fo vnto thy death: 
 For nought to wretches is more fweete than death. 
 
 Ful: Madam confirmd as well to die as liue, 
 Fuluia awaiteth nothing but her death. 
 Yet had my father knowne the courfe of change, 
 Or feene our loffe by luckie augurie, 
 Thys tyrant nor hys followers had lined, 
 To ioy the ruine of fierce Scillas houfe. 
 ' ""X M.ar\ But Ladie, they that dwell on fortunes call, 
 
 ■J ] No fooner rife, but fubie6l are to fall. 
 
 Ful: Marius I doubt not but our conftant endes, 
 
 G 2 Shall 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 Shall make thee waile thy tyrants gouernment. 
 
 Mar ins: When tyrants rule doth breed my care & woe 
 Then will I fay two Ladies told me fo. 
 But here comes Le6lorius, 
 Now my Lord, haue you brought thofe things. 
 Lc6lor\ I haue noble Confull. 
 Mar: Now Ladies, you are refolute to die. 
 Corn: I Marius, for terror cannot daunt vs: 
 Tortors were framde to dread the bafer eie, 
 And not t'appall a princely maieftie. 
 
 Mariiis: And Marius Hues to triumph ore his foes, 
 That traine where warlike troopes amidft the plaines, 
 And are inclofde and hemd with fhining armes, 
 Not to appall fuch princely Maieftie. 
 Vertue fweete Ladies is of more regard 
 In Marius minde Avhere honor is inthronde, 
 *■ ■ Than Rome or rule of Romane Emperie. 
 
 Here Jie puts chaines about their neckes'. 
 The bands that fhould combine your fnow white wrefts, 
 Are thefe which fliall adorne your milke white neckes: 
 The priuate cells where you fliall end your liues, 
 Is Italy, is Europe, nay the world: 
 Th'Euxinian fea, and fierce Sicilian Gulph, 
 The riuer Ganges and Hydafpis ftreame, 
 Shall leuell lye, and fmoothe as chriftall yce: 
 VVhilft Fuluia and Cornelia paffe thereon : 
 The fouldiers that fliould guard you to your deaths, 
 Shall be fiue thoufand gallant youths of Rome, 
 In purple roabes croffe bard with pales of gold, 
 Mounted on warlike courfers for the field, 
 Fet from the mountaine tops of Cortia, 
 Or bred in hills of bright Sardinia, 
 Who fliall condu6l and bring you to your Lord, 
 I vnto Scilla Ladies fliall you goe. 
 And tell him Marius holds within his hands, 
 Honor for Ladies, for Ladies rich reward, 
 
 But 
 
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 Marius and Scilla. 
 But as for Silla and for his compeeres 
 Who dare gainft Marius vaunt their golden crofts, 
 Tell him for them old Marius holds reuenge, 
 And in his hands both triumphs life and death. 
 
 Corn : Doth Marius vfe with glorious words to ieft, 
 And mocke his captiues with thefe glofing tearmes? 
 
 Mar: No Ladies, Marius hath fought for honour with his 
 And holds difdaine to triumph in your fals. (fword, 
 
 Liue Cornelia, Hue faire and faireft Fuluia : 
 If you haue done or wrought me iniurie, 
 Scilla fliall pay it through his miferie. 
 
 Fnlnia: So gratious (famous Confull) are thy words, 
 That Rome and we fhall celebrate thy worth, On^ij. «-'^ '^^'''' 
 
 And Scilla fhall confeffe himfelfe orecome. 
 
 Corn: If Ladies praiers or teares may mooue the heauens, 
 Scilla lliall vow himfelfe old Marius frend. 
 
 Mar: Ladies for that I nought at all regard, 
 Scilla's my foe, He triumph ouer him, 
 For other conqueft glorie doth not win. 
 Therefore come on, that I may fend you vnto Scilla. Exeunt 
 
 Enteraclownedrunkezvithapintofzvineinkishand,and 
 tivo or tJireefoiddiers. 
 
 1 foul: Sirrha, dally not with vs, you know where he is. 
 Cloivne: O fir, a quart is a quart in any mans purfe, and 
 
 drinke isdrinke,and can my mafler liue without hisdrinke I 
 pray you .'' 
 
 2 foul: You haue a mafter then firrha.? 
 Cloivne: Haue I mafter thou fcondrell.^ I haue an Orator 
 
 to my mafter, a wife man to my mafter. But fellowes, I muft 
 make a parenthefis of this pint pot, for words make men dry: 
 now by my troth I drinke to Lord Anthonie. 
 
 3 foul: Fellow fouldiers, the weaknes of his braine hath 
 made his tongue walke largely, we fhall haue fome nouelties 
 
 by and by. 
 
 G 3 Cloivne: 
 
 n/^ 
 
 S3 
 
The true Tragedies of 
 
 Cloivne: Oh moft furpafllngwine, thou marowof the vine, 
 More welcome vnto me, than whips to fchollers bee, 
 Thou art and euer was a meanes to mend an affe, 
 Thou makcft fome to fleep, and manie mo to weep, 
 And fome be glad & merry, with heigh down derry, derry. 
 Thou makeft fome to ftumble, and many mo to fumble: 
 And me haue pinkie nine, more braue and iolly wine: (ho. 
 What need I praife thee mo, for thou art good with heigh 
 
 3 foul: If wine then be fo good, I pree thee for thy part. 
 Tell vs where Lord Anthony is, & thou flialt haue a quart. 
 
 Cloiv. Firftflial thefnowbe black, & pepperlofe his fmack 
 And ftripes forfake my backe, firft merrie drunke with fack, 
 I will go boaft and tracke, and all your coftards cracke. 
 Before I doo the knacke fliall make me fmg alacke: 
 Alacke the old man is wearie, for wine hath made him mer- 
 
 (rie : with a heigh ho. 
 
 1 foul: I pre thee leaue thefe rymes, and tell vs where thy 
 
 mafler is. 
 Clown : Faith where you fliall not bee vnles ye goe with 
 mee. But fhall I tell them fo.? O no fir, no, no, no, the man 
 hath manie a foe, as farre as I doo know : you doo not flout 
 me I trow. See how this licor fumes, & how my force pre- 
 fumes. You would know where Lord Anthonie is.? I per- 
 ceiue you. Shall I fay he is in yond farme houfe .? I deceiue 
 you. Shall I tell you this wine is for him } the gods forfend, 
 and fo I end. Go fellow fighters theres a bob for ye. 
 
 2 foul: My mafters, let vs follow this clowne, for que- 
 ftionles this graue orator is in yonder farme houfe. But who 
 commeth yonder.? 
 
 Enter old Anthonie. 
 AntJi: I wonder why my peafant ftaies fo long, 
 And with my wonder hafteth on my woe. 
 And with my woe I am affaild with feare, 
 And by my feare await with faintful breath 
 The final period of my paines by death. 
 
 if on 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 
 1 foul'. Yonds the man we feeke for (fouldiers) vnflieath 
 your fwords, and make a riddance of Marius ancient ene- 
 mie. 
 
 Clozune: Mafter flie, flie, or els you fhall die: a plague on 
 this wine hath made me fo fine, and will you not be gone, 
 then He leaue you alone, and fleepe vpon your woe, with a 
 lamentable heigh ho. Exit. 
 
 Anth: Betraid at laft by witles ouerfight, 
 Now Anthony, prepare thy felfe to die: 
 Loe where the monftrous minifters of wrath 
 Menace thy murther with their naked fwords. 
 
 2 foul: Anthonie well met, the ConfuU Marius with o- 
 ther confederate Senators, haue adiudged thee death, ther- 
 fore prepare thy felfe, and thinke we fauor thee in this little 
 protra6lion. 
 
 Ajit/r; Immortall powers that know the painefull cares, 
 That walght vpon my poore diftreffed hart, 
 O bend your browes and leuill all your lookes 
 Of dreadfull awe vpon thefe daring men. 
 And thou fweet neece of Atlas on whofe lips 
 And tender tongue, the pliant Mufes fit, fyTi-dC''^4'-(.r/) 
 
 Let gentle courfe of fweet afpiring fpeech, 
 Let honnie flowing tearmes of wearie woe, 
 Let frutefuU figures and delightfuU lines 
 Enforce a fpring of pitie from their eyes, 
 Amafe the murthrous paffions of their mindes, 
 That they may fauour wofull Anthonie. 
 Oh countrimen what fhal become of Kome, 
 When reuerend dutie droopeth through difgrace.^ 
 Oh Countrimen, what flial become of Rome, 
 When woful nature jwiddow of her ioyes, 
 Weepes on our wals to fee her lawes depreft.'' 
 Oh Romaines hath not Anthonies difcourfe, 
 Seald vp the Mouthes of falfe feditious men, 
 
 Affoild 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 
 Affoild the doubts and queint controlls of powre, 
 
 Releeud the mournfuU matrone with his pleas? 
 
 And will you feeke to murder Anthonie? 
 [The Lions brooke with kindnes their releefe, 
 
 The flieep reward the fliepheard with their fleece: 
 
 Yet Romanes feeke to murder Anthony. 
 
 I foul: Why what enchanting termes of arte are thefe? 
 
 That force my hart to pitie his diftreffe. 
 
 2 foul: His a6lion, fpeech, his fauor, and his grace, 
 
 My rancor rage and rigor doth deface. 
 J foul: So fweet his words that now of late me feemes 
 
 His art doth draw my foule from out my lips. 
 
 Anth: What enuious eies refle6ling nought but rage, 
 
 What barbarous hart refrefht with nought but blood, 
 
 That rents not to behold the fenfles trees 
 
 In doaly feafon drooping without leaues? 
 
 The fhepheard fighs vpon the barrain hills 
 .To fee his bleating lambs with faintfull lookes. 
 
 Behold the vallies robd of fpringing flowres, 
 
 That whilom wont to yeeld them yerely food. 
 
 Euen meaneft things exchangd from former ftate, 
 
 The vertuous minde with fome remorfe doth mate. 
 
 Can then your eyes with thundering threats of rage, 
 
 Caft furious gleames of anger vpon age.? 
 
 Can then your harts with furies mount fo hie, 
 
 As they fliould harme the Romane Anthonie.? 
 
 I farre more kinde than fenfles tree haue lent 
 
 A kindly fap to our declining ftate, 
 
 And like a carefuU fliepheard haue forefeene 
 
 The heauie dangers of this Citie Rome, 
 
 And made the citizens the happie flocke 
 
 Whom I haue fed with counfailes and aduice. 
 
 But now thofe lockes that for their reuerend white, 
 
 Surpaffe the downe on AEfculapius chin : 
 
 But now that tongue whofe termes and fluent flile 
 
 For number paft the hoafts of heauenly fires: 
 
 But 
 
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Marins and Scilla. 
 But now that head within whofe fubtill braines 
 The Queene of flowring eloquence did dwell: 
 
 Enter a Captaine. 
 Thefe lockes, this tongue, this head, the life and all, 
 To pleafe a tyrant traitroufly muft fall. 
 
 Capt: Why how now foldiers is he lining yet? 
 And will you be bewitched with his words? 
 Then take this fee falfe Orator from me, Jlab him. 
 
 Elizium beft befeemes thy faintfull lims. 
 
 Ant/i: Oh bliffull paine, now Anthony muft die, 
 Which ferud and loud Rome and her Emperie. nioritnr 
 
 Capt; Goe curtail off that necke with prefent flroke, 
 And ftraight prefent it vnto Marius. 
 
 1 foal: Euen in this head did all the Mufes dwell: 
 The bees that fate vpon the Grecians lips, 
 Diftild their honnie on his tempred tongue. 
 
 2 fold: The chriftall dew of faire Caftalian fprings, 
 With gentle floatings trickled on his braines : 
 The Graces kift his kinde and curteous browes, 
 Apollo gaue the beauties of his harpe. 
 
 Enter Leftorhis penfiue. 
 And melodies vnto his pliant fpeech. 
 
 Cap: Leaue thefe prefumptuous praifes, countrimen, 
 And fee Leftorius penfiue where he comes. 
 Loe here my Lord the head of Anthony, 
 See here the guerdon fit for Marius foe, 
 Whom dread Apollo profper in his rule. 
 
 Leclor: Oh Romanes, Marius fleepes among the dead. 
 And Rome laments the loffe of fuch a frend. 
 
 Cap: A fodaine and a wofull chance my Lord, 
 Which we intentiue faine Avould vnderftand. 
 
 Le\ Thogh fwolne with fighs my hart for forrow burft, ;^^i^ 
 
 And tongue with teares and plaints be choaked vp, 
 Yet will I furrow forth with forced breath 
 A fpeedie paffage to my penfiue fpeech. 
 Our ConfuU Marius, worthie fouldiers, 
 
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TJie true Tragedies of 
 Of late within a pleafant plot of ground, 
 Sate downe for pleafure nere a chriftall fpring, 
 Accompanied with manic Lords of Rome: 
 l^'ight was the day, and on the fpredding trees 
 The frolicke citizens of forreft fung 
 Their laycs and merrie notes on pearching boughes: 
 When fuddenly appeared in the Eaft, 
 Seauen mightie Eagles with their tallents fierce, 
 Who waning oft about our Confulls head, 
 At laft with hideous crie did foare away. 
 When fuddenly old Marius all agaft, 
 With reuerent fniile determinde with a figh 
 The doubtfull filence of the ftanders by. 
 Romanes (faid he) old Marius now muft die. 
 Thefe feuen faire Eagles, birds of mightie loue, 
 That at my birth day on my cradle fate, 
 Now at my laft day arme me to my death : 
 And loe I feele the deadly pangs approach. 
 What fliould I more.-* in briefe, with manie praiers 
 For Rome, his fonne, his goods and lands difpofd, 
 Our worthie Confull to our wonder dide. 
 ^ 1 . ^^ The Citie is amazde, for Scilla hafts 
 
 "^ ' To enter Rome with furie, fword, and fire. 
 
 Goe, place that head vpon the Capitoll, 
 l^l^.|V And to your wards, for dangers are at hand. Exit. 
 
 A, f> ,^-^'' Capt: Had we forefeene this luckles chance before, 
 y.f'^A'' ("*^'^ Old Anthonie had liude and breathed yet. Exeunt. 
 
 A61us quartus. 
 
 A great skirmiJJi in Rome and long,fonieJlainc. At 
 lajl enter Scilla triumpJiant luitk Pompey, Metel- 
 lus, (^iti:;enSy fouldiers. 
 
 Scilla: Now Romanes after all thefe mutinies, 
 Seditions, murthers, and confpiracies, 
 
 Ima- 
 
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Marhis and Scilla. 
 Imagine with v^npartiall harts at laft , 
 
 What frutes proceed from thefe contentious brawles? 
 Your ftreetes, where earft the fathers of your ftate 
 In robes of purple walked vp and downe, 
 Are flrewd with mangled members, ftreaming blood. 
 And why? the reafons of this ruthfuU wrack, 
 Are your feditious innouations, 
 Your fickle mindes inclinde to foolilli change. 
 Vngratefull men, whilft I with tedious paine 
 In Afia feald my dutie with my blood, 
 Making the fierce Dardanians faint for feare, 
 Spredding my cullers in Galatia, 
 Dipping my fword in the Enetans blood, 
 And foraging the fields of Phocida. 
 You cald my foe from exile with his frends, 
 You did proclaime me traitor here in Rome, 
 You racde my houfe, you did deface my frends. 
 But brauling wolues, you cannot byte the moone, 
 For Scilla Hues fo forward to reuenge, 
 As Avoe to thofe that fought to doo me wrong. 
 I now am entred Rome in fpite of force, 
 And will fo hamper all my curfed foes, 
 
 As be he Tribune, ConfuU, Lord or Knight , 
 
 That hateth Scilla, let him looke to die. J • ^ 
 
 And firft to make an entrance to mine yre, -' ^;K'"'^*' 
 
 Bring me that traitor Carbo out of hand. ^'^ 
 
 Bring in Carbo bound. 
 
 Pomp. Oh Scilla, in reuenging iniuries, 
 Infli6l the paine where firft offence did fpring, 
 And for my fake eftablifh peace in Rome, 
 And pardon thefe repentant Citizens. 
 
 Scilla : Pompey, I loue thee Pompey, and confent 
 To thy requeft, but Romanes haue regard, 
 Leaft ouer-reaching in off"ence againe, 
 I load your flioulders with a double paine. 
 Exeunt Ci lis ens. 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 But Pompey fee where iolly Carbo comes 
 Footing it featly, like a mightie man. 
 What no obcifancc firrha to your Lord? 
 My Lord? No Scilla, he that thrice hath borne 
 The name of Confull fcornes to ftoop to him, 
 Whofe hart doth hammer nought but mutinies. 
 
 Pomp: And doth your Lordfliip then difdaine to ftoope 
 
 Carbo: I to mine equall Pompey as thou art. 
 
 Scilla: Thine equall villaine, no he is my frend, 
 Thou but a poore anatomic of bones, 
 Cafde in a knauifli tawny withred fkin: 
 yVilt thou not ftoop? art thou fo flately then? 
 ^ Carbo: Scilla, I honor gods, not foolifli men. 
 
 Sci: Then bend that wythered bough that will not break 
 And fouldiers caft him downe before my feete: 
 
 They throw him downe. 
 Now prating fir, my foote vpon thy necke, 
 He be fo bold to giue your Lordfhip checke. 
 Beleeue me fouldiers, but I ouer-reach, 
 Old Carbos necke at firft was made to ftretch. 
 
 Carbo: Though bodie bend, thou tyrant moft vnkindcj^ 
 Yet neuer flialt thou humble Carbos minde. 
 
 Scilla: oh fir, I know for all your warlike pith, 
 A man may marre your worfliip with a wyth. 
 You firrha leuied armes to doo me wrong: 
 You brought your legions to the gates of Rome : 
 You fought it out in hope that I would faint. 
 But firrha, now betake you to your bookes, 
 Intreate the Gods to faue your finfull foule. 
 For why this carcaffe muft in my behalfe 
 Goe feaft the rauens that ferue our augures turne. 
 Me thinkes I fee alreadie how they wifli, 
 To bait their beakes in fuch a iolly difli. 
 
 Qarbo: Scilla thy threates and fcoffes amate me not: 
 I pre thee let thy murthrers hale me hence. 
 For Carbo rather likes to die by fword, 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 Than Hue to be a mocking ftocke to thee. 
 
 Scilla: The man hath haft: good fouldiers take him hence, 
 It would be good to alter his pretence. 
 But be aduifde, that when the foole is flaine, 
 You part the head and bodie both in twaine. 
 I know that Carbo longs to know the caufe, 
 And fliall : thy bodie for the rauens, thy head for dawes. 
 
 Carbo: O matchles ruler of our Capitoll, 
 Behold poore Rome with graue and piteous eie, 
 Ful-fild with wrong and wretched tyrannie. 
 
 Exit Carbo cuin inilitibus. 
 
 Enter Scipio and Norbanus, Publins Lentulus. 
 
 Scill: Tut the proud mans praierwil neuer pierce thefkie. 
 But whether preffe thefe mincing Senators.'' 
 
 Norba}ius:\Ye^xe((Q\w\th. praiers.we come with mourn 
 Intreating Scilla by thofe holy bands (full teares, 
 
 That linkes faire luno with her thundring loue, 
 Euen by the bounds of hofpitalitie, 
 To pitie Rome afiflifted through thy wrath. 
 Thy fouldiers (Scilla) murder innocents. 
 
 whither will thy lawles furie ftretch, 
 If little ruth enfue thy countries harmes. 
 
 Scilla: Gay words Narbonus, full of eloquence, 
 Accompanied with a6lion and conceipt. 
 But I muft teach thee iudgement therewithall. 
 Dar'ft thou approch my prefence that haft borne 
 Thine armes in fpight of Scilla and his frends.^ 
 
 1 tell thee foolifli man thy iudgement wanted 
 In this prefumptuous purpofe that is paft: 
 And loytering fcholler, fmce you faile in art, 
 He learne you iudgement fliortly to your fmart. 
 Difpatch him fouldiers, I muft fee him die. 
 And you Carinna, Carbos ancient frend. 
 
 Shall follow ftraight your heedles General!. 
 And Scipio were it not I loud thee well. 
 
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The trite Tragedies of 
 Thou fliouldft accompanic tliefe flaues to hell : 
 But get you gone, and if you loue your felfe. Exit Scipio. 
 
 (^ariniia: Pardon mc Scilla, pardon gentle Scilla. 
 
 Scil/a : Sirrha, this gentle name was coynd too late. 
 And fliadowed in the flirowds of byting hate. 
 Difpatch : why fo, good fortune to my frends, 
 As for my foes, euen fuch lliall be their ends. 
 Conueigh them hence Metellus, gentle Metellus, 
 Fetch me Sertorius from Iberia, 
 In dooing fo, thou ftandeft me in ftead, 
 For fore I long to fee the traitors head. 
 
 Metcll: I goe confirmd to conquer him by fword, 
 or in th'exployt to hazard life and all. 
 
 Scilla: Now Pompey let me fee, thofe Senators 
 Are dangerous flops of our pretended ftate, 
 And muft be curtald leaft they grow too proud, 
 I doo profcribe iuft fortie Senators, 
 Which flial be leaders in my tragedie. 
 And for our Gentlemen are ouer proud. 
 Of them a thoufand and fixe hundreth die, 
 A goodlie armie meete to conquere hell. 
 Souldiers performe the courfe of my decree, 
 Their friends my foes, their foes flial be my friends, 
 Go fell their goods by trumpet at your wills. 
 Meane while Pompey fliall fee and Rome fliall rue, 
 The miferies that fliortly fliall enfue. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Alarum skirmijli a retreat, enter young Maritis vppon the 
 wallesofPreneJiezvithfomefouldiersallinblackeandwo?tder- 
 full mellaneoly. 
 
 Marins: Oh endles courfe of needy mans auaile, 
 What fiUie thoughts, what fimple pollicies 
 makes man prefume vpon this traiterous life.? 
 Haue I not feene the depth of forrow once, 
 And then againe haue kift the Oueene of chaunce, 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 Oh Marius thou TilHtius and thy frends, 
 Haft feene thy foe difcomfetted in fight. 
 But now the ftarres haue formde my finall harmes, 
 My father Marius lately dead in Rome, 
 My foe with honour doth triumph in Rome, 
 My freends are dead and baniflied from Rome, 
 I Marius father freends more bleft then thee : 
 They dead, I Hue, I thralled they are free. 
 Here in Prenefte am I cooped vp, 
 Amongft a troope of hunger ftarued men, 
 Set to preuent falfe Scillaes fierce approach. 
 But now exempted both of life and all. 
 Well Fortune fince thy fleeting change, hath caft 
 Pore Marius from his hopes and true defiers. 
 My refolution fliall exceed thy power. 
 Thy coloured wings fteeped in purple blood. 
 Thy blinding wreath diftainde in purple blood, 
 
 Thy royall Robes waflit in my purple blood h i 
 
 Shall witnes to the world thy thirft of blood, 'V > / < ' - j K 
 
 And when the tyrant Scilla Ihal expect 'f ^^ '^ "^ ' 
 
 To fee the fonne of Marius ftoope for feare, " ' -^ 
 
 Then then. Oh then my minde flial well appeare, 
 That fcorne my life and hold mine honour deare. 
 
 Alarum a retreat. 
 Harke how thefe murtherous Romaine viperlike, 
 Seeke to betray their fellow Cittizens, 
 Oh wretched world from whence with fpeedie flight, 
 True loue, true zeale, true honour late is fled. 
 
 foiild: What makes my Lord fo careleffe and fecure, 
 To leaue the breach and here lament alone.? 
 
 Mar\ Not feare my frend for I could neuer flie. 
 But ftuddy how with honor for to die. 
 I pray thee cal the cheefeft Cittizens. 
 I muft aduife them in a waightie caufe, 
 Here fhal they meete me and vntill they come, 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 I wil goc view the danger of the breach. 
 
 Exit Mar ins and tJie fotddiers. 
 
 Enter tvith drum andjouldiers 'Lticretius with other Ro- 
 manes, as Tnditanns 6rc. 
 
 'Lucretius: Say Tuditanus, didft thou euer fee 
 So defpcrate defence as this hath been: 
 
 Tudit: As in Numidia Tygers wanting food, 
 Or as in Libia Lions full of yre, 
 So fare thefe Romanes on Prenefte wals. 
 
 'Lucret: Their valure Tuditanus and refift, 
 The manlike fight of yonger Marius, 
 Makes me amazd to fee their miferies, 
 And pitie them although they be my foes. 
 What faid I foes.? O Rome with ruth I fee 
 Thy ftate confumde through folly and diffention. 
 VVell found a parle, I will fee if words 
 Can make them yeeld, which will not flie for ftrokes? 
 Sound a parle, Marius vpon the wals tvith the 
 Citizens. 
 
 Marius: What feeks this Romane warrior at our hands.? 
 
 \.ucr\ That feekes he Marius, that he wifheth thee: 
 An humble hart, and then a happie peace. 
 Thou feefh thy fortunes are depreft and downe, 
 Thy vittels fpent, thy fouldiers weake with want. 
 The breach laid open readie to affault, 
 Now fmce thy meanes and maintenance are done, 
 Yeeld Marius, yeeld, Preneftians be aduifde, 
 Lucretius is aduifde to fauor you. 
 I pre thee Marius marke my laft aduice. 
 Relent in time, let Scilla be thy frend: 
 So thou in Rome maift lead a happie life, 
 And thofe with thee fhall pray for Marius flill. 
 
 Mar: Lucretius, I confider on thy words. 
 Stay there awhile thou flialt haue anfwere ftraight. 
 
 'Lucretius: Apollo grant that my perfwafions may, 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 Preferue thefe Romane fouldiers from the fword. 
 
 Marius: My frends and citizens of Prenefte towne, 
 You fee the wayward working of our ftarres, 
 Our harts confirmd to fight, our viftuals fpent. 
 If we fubmit, its Scilla muft remit, 
 A tyrant, traitor, enemie to Rome, 
 Whofe hart is guarded ftill with bloodie thoughts. 
 Thefe flattring vowes Lucretius here auowes. 
 Are pleafing words to colour poyfoned thoughts. 
 What will you liue with fhame, or die with fame.^* h m? K^-^ 
 
 1 Cit: A famous death, my Lord delights vs moft. ... \ \ , 'f 
 
 2 Cit: We of thy faction (Marius) are refolud -^'^^ ^"'^ ■" ^^ 
 To follow thee in life and death together. 
 
 Marms: Words full of worth, befeeming noble mindes 
 The verie Balfamum to mend my woes. 
 Oh countrimen, you fee Campania fpoild, 
 
 A tyrant threatning mutinies in Rome, yn^Qi'-^:, 
 
 A world difpoyld of vertue, faith and truft. ^j,^ ^^,^^ 
 
 If then no peace, no libertie, no faith. 
 Conclude with me, and let it be no life. 
 
 Liue not to fee your tender infants flaine, / ; ^^/ufAiM- ^"> 
 
 Thefe ftately towers made leuell with the land, ^;'_ ^'^ '''■'" ' ^yy'^' t ^ 
 
 This bodie mangled by our enemies fword: /.■ -i,..'./-.-,.^,-^ /H^iJ^ L^to-'' 
 
 But full refolud to doo as Marius doth, 
 Vnfheath your ponyards, and let euerie frend, 
 Bethinke him of a fouldierlike farewell. 
 Sirrha, difplay my ftanderd on the wals, 
 And I will anfwere yond Lucretius, 
 Who loueth Marius, now muft die with Marius. 
 
 Lucr: What anfwere wil your Lordfhip then return vs.? 
 
 Marms: Lucretius, we that know what Scilla is, 
 How diffolute, how trothles and corrupt : 
 
 In briefe conclude to die before we yeeld. "^ 
 
 But fo to die (Lucretius marke me well) 
 As loath to fee the furie of our fwords 
 Should murther frends and Romane citizens. 
 
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 The true Tragedies of 
 Fie countrimen, what furic doth infeft 
 Your warlike bofomes, that were wont to fight 
 With forren foes, not with Campanian frcnds? 
 Now vnaduifed youth muft counfailc eld : 
 For gouernance is baniflit out of Rome. 
 Woe to that bough from whence thefe bloomes are fprung, 
 Woe to that Aetna, vomiting this fire : 
 Woe to that brand, confuming Countries weale: 
 WoQ: to that Scilla, careles and fecure. 
 That gapes with murther for a Monarchie. 
 Goe fecond Brutus with a Romane minde,. 
 And kill that tyrant: and for Marius fake 
 Pitie the guiltles \viues of thefe your frends, 
 Preferue their weeping infants from the fword, 
 JFhofe fathers feale their honors with their bloods. 
 Farewell Lucretius, firfl I preffe in place Jlab. 
 
 To let thee fee a conftant Romane die. 
 Preneftians, loe a wound, a fatall wound, 
 The paine but fmall, the glorie paffing great. agaiiie. 
 
 Preneftians fee a fecond ftroke : why fo. 
 I feele the dreeping dimnes of the night, 
 Clofing the couerts of my carefull eies. 
 Follow me frends: for Marius now muft die 
 J-Fith fame, in fpight of Scillas tyrannic. moritur. 
 
 1 Cit: We follow thee our chiefetaine euen in death, 
 Our towne is thine Lucretius: but we pray 
 
 For mercie for our children and our wiues. moritur. 
 
 2 Cit: O faue my fonnc Lucretius, let him Hue. moritur. 
 Litcretius: A wondrous and bewitched conftancie, 
 
 Befeeming Marius pride and haughtie minde, 
 
 Come let vs charge tlie breach, the towne is ours 
 
 Both male and female put them to the fword : 
 
 So pleafe you Scilla, and fulfill his word. Exeunt 
 
 A little skirmiJJi, a retreat: enter in royaltie Lucretius. 
 
 'L.ucret: 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 luucrct: Now Romanes we haue brought Prenefte low, 
 And Marius fleepes amidfl the dead at laft. 
 So then to Rome m}^ countrimen with ioy, 
 Where Scilla waights the tidings of our fight. 
 Thofe prifners that are taken, fee forthwith 
 With warlike iauelins you put them to death. 
 Come let vs march, fee Rome in fight my harts. 
 Where Scilla waights the tidings of our warre. 
 
 Enter Scilla, Valerius Flaccus: 'Lepidus, Pompey, Citizens 
 Guard: Scilla feated in his roabes ofjiate is fainted by the 
 Citizens, &c. 
 
 Flaccus: Romanes you know, and to your greefes haue 
 A world of troubles hatched here at home, (feene 
 
 Which through preuention being welnigh croft 
 By worthie Scilla and his warlike band : 
 I ConfuU Avith thefe fathers thinke it meet 
 To fortifie our peace and Cities weale, 
 To name fome man of worth that may fupply 
 Di6lators power and place, whofe maieftie 
 Shall croffe the courage of rebellious mindes. 
 What thinke you Romanes, will you condifcend ^ 
 \ ■ Scilla : Nay Flaccus, for their profits they muft yeeld, 
 
 / s^- V For men of meane condition and conceipt 
 "^ ^ Muft humble their opinions to their lords. ■ 
 
 And if my frends and Citizen^ confent //r>*<P^"'^ 
 
 Since I am borne to manage miglitie things, 
 I will (though loth) both rule and gouerne them. 
 I fpeake not this as though I wifh to raigne. 
 But for to know my frends: and yet againe 
 I merrit Romanes farre more grace than this. 
 
 Flaccus: I countrimen, if Scillas powre and minde 
 If Scillas vertue, courage and deuice. 
 If Scillas frends and fortunes merit fame. 
 None then but he fhould beare Di6lators name. 
 
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 Povipey: What think you Citizens, why ftand ye mute ? 
 Shall Scilla be Di6tator here in Rome? 
 
 Qitizens: By full confent Scilla flial be Di6lator. 
 
 Flaccus: Then in the name of Rome I here prefent 
 The rods and axes into Scillas hand, 
 And fortunate proue Scilla our Di6lator. 
 
 Trunipcts found: eric n'itJiin Scilla Di6lator. 
 
 Scilla: My fortunes Flaccus cannot be impeacht, 
 For at my birth the plannets paffmg kinde 
 Could entertaine no retrograde afpe6is. 
 And that I may with kindnes quite their loue, 
 My countrimen I will preuent the caufe, 
 Gainft all the falfe encounters of mifliap. 
 You name me your Di6lator, but prefixe 
 No time, no courfe, but giue me leaue to rule. 
 And yet exempt me not from your reuenge : 
 Thus by your plefures being fet aloft, 
 Straight by your furies I fliould quickly fall. 
 No Citizens, who readeth Scillas minde, 
 Muft forme my titles in another kinde. 
 Either let Scilla be Di6lator euer. 
 Or flatter Scilla with thefe titles neuer. 
 
 Citizens: Perpetuall be thy glorie and renowne, 
 Perpetuall Lord Di6lator fhalt thou bee. 
 
 Pompey: Hereto the Senate frankly doth agree. 
 
 Scilla: Then fo fliall scilla raigne you Senators, 
 Then fo fhall Scilla rule you Citizens: 
 As Senators and Citizens that pleafe mee 
 Shall be my frends, the reft cannot difeafe mee. 
 
 Enter Lucretius withfouldiers. 
 But fee whereas Lucretius is returnde. 
 Welcome braue Romaine where is Marius.'* 
 Are thefe Preneftians put vnto the fword. 
 
 'L.ucre: The Cittie noble Scilla raced is. 
 And Marius dead not by our fwords my Lord, 
 But with more conftancie than Cato died. 
 
 Scilla: 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 
 Scilla: What conftancie and but a verie boy, 
 Why then I fee he was his fathers fonne, 
 But let vs haue this conftancie defcribde. 
 
 Liccr: After our fearce affaults, and their refift, 
 Our feige, their falying out to ftop our trench : 
 Labor and hunger rayning in the towne, 
 The yonger Marius on the Citties wall, 
 Vouchfafte an interparle at the laft : 
 W^herein with conftancie and courrage too, 
 He boldly armed his freends him felfe to death. 
 And fpreading of his coloures on the wall, 
 For anfwere faide he could not brooke to yeeld, 
 Or truft a tyrant fuch as Scilla was. 
 
 Scilla: What did the branficke boy vpbraid me fo? 
 But let vs heare the reft Lucretius. 
 
 'Lucre: And after great perfwfafions to his freends 
 And worthy refolution of them all : 
 He firft did fheath his ponyard in his breaft, 
 And fo in order dyed all the reft. 
 
 Scilla: Now by my fword this was a worthy ieft. 
 Yet filly boy I needs muft pittie thee, 
 Whofe noble minde could neuer mated bee. 
 Beleeue me countrymen a fodaine thought, -?'.,'./-.-. 
 
 A fodaine change in Scilla now hath wrought. ' ' / 
 
 Old Marius and his fonne were men of name. 
 Nor Fortunes laughes, nor lowers their minde could tame, 
 And when I count their fortunes that are paft, 
 I fee that death confirmde their fames at laft. ^ f 
 
 Then he that ftriues to manage mightie things, >-;^? t^«^^ "^ i'2\^^--j 
 Amidft his triumphes gaines a troubled minde. 
 The greateft hope the greater harme it bringes : 
 And pore men in content their glory finde. 
 If then content be fuch a pleafant thing, 
 Why leaue I country life to liue a king ? 
 Yet Kings are Gods and make the proudeft ftoope, 
 Yee but themfelues are ftill purfude with hate : 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 And men were made to mount and then to droope. 
 Such chances wait vpon incertaine fate, 
 That where flie kiffeth once fliee quelleth twice, 
 Then who fo liues content is happy wife. 
 Wliat motion moueth this Philofophy? 
 Oh Scilla fee the Ocean ebbs and floats. 
 The fpring-time wanes when winter draweth nie. 
 I, thefe are true and moft affured notes. 
 Inconflant chance fuch tickle turnes hath lent, 
 As who fo feares no fall, muft feeke content. 
 
 FlaccHs: VVhilft grauer thoughts of honor fhuld allure 
 What maketh scilla mufe and mutter thus.? (thee 
 
 scilla: I that haue paft amidfb the mightie troopes 
 Of armed legions through a world of warre, 
 Doo now bethinke me Flaccus on my chance, 
 How I alone where manie men were flaine, 
 In fpite of Fate am come to Rome againe, 
 And lo I wield the reuerend ftiles of ftate. 
 Yea, Scilla with a becke could breake thy necke. 
 What Lord of Rome hath darde as much as I .-* 
 /\ •-. Yet Flaccus knowft thou not that I muft die.'' 
 The laboring fifters on the weary Loombs, 
 Haue drawne my webb of life at length, I know: 
 And men of witt muft thinke vpon their tombes. 
 For beafts with careles fteps to Lethe goe : 
 f^Fhere men whofe thoughts and honors clime on hie, 
 Lining with fame, muft learne with fame to die. 
 
 Pomp: JFhat lets my Lord in gouerning this ftate, 
 To Hue in reft, and die with honor too.? 
 
 ssilla : f'Fhat lets me Pompey .? why my curteous frend. 
 Can he remaine fecure that weilds a charge.? 
 Or thinke of wit when flattrers doo commend.? 
 Or be aduifde that careles runs at large.? 
 No Pompey, honnie words makes foolifh mindes, 
 And powre the greateft wit with error blindes. 
 Flaccus, I murdred Anthonie thy frend, 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 Romanes: fonie here haue loft at my commaund 
 Their Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, and Allies, 
 And thinke you Scilla thinking thefe mifdeeds, 
 Bethinks not on your grudges and miflike? 
 Yes Countrimen I beare them ftill in minde. 
 Then Pompey were I not a filly man, 
 To leaue my Rule and truft thefe Romans than? 
 
 Pompey. Your Grace hath fmall occafions of miftruft, 
 Nor feeke thefe Citizens for your difclaime. 
 
 scilla-. But Pompey now thefe reaching plumes of pride, 
 That mounted vp my fortunes to the Clowds, 
 By graue conceits fhall ftraight be laid afide. 
 And scilla thinks of farre more fimple fhrowds. 
 For hauing tride occafion in the throne. 
 He fee if flie dare frowne when ftate is gone, 
 Loe senators, the man that fate aloft. 
 Now deignes to giue inferiors highefl place. 
 Loe here the man whom Rome repined oft, 
 A priuate man, content to brooke difgrace, 
 Romanes, loe here the axes, rods and all. 
 He mafter fortune, leaft fhe make me thrall. 
 Now who fo lift accufe me, tell my wrongs, 
 Vpbraid me in the prefence of this ftate. 
 Is none thefe iolly Citizens among, 
 That will accufe or fay lam ingrate. 
 Then will I fay and boldly boaft my chaunces. 
 That nought may force the man whom Fate aduances. 
 
 Flacacs: what meaneth scilla in this fullen moode, 
 To leaue his titles on the fodaine thus } 
 
 scilla: Confull I meane with calme and quiet mind. 
 To paffe my dales while happy death I finde. 
 
 Pomp : What greater wrong, than leaue thy countrey fo ? 
 
 scilla: Both it and life muft scilla leaue in time. 
 
 Cil: Yet during life haue care of Rome and vs. 
 
 scilla : O wanton world that flatterft in thy prime, 
 And breatheft balme and poyfon mixt in one. 
 
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 See how thefc waucring Romaines wilht my raigne, 
 That whylom fought and fought to haue me flaine, 
 My Countrymen this Cittie wants no ftore 
 Of Fathers warriors to fuppUe my roome, 
 So grant me peace and I will die for Rome. 
 
 Enter two Burgers to thei?i Poppey and Curtail. 
 
 Curtail: Thefe are verie indifcreet counfailes neighbor 
 Poppey, and I will follow your mifaduifement. 
 
 Poppey: I tell you goodman Curtail the wenche hath 
 wrong, oh vaine world, oh foolifli men, could a man in na- 
 ture caft a wench downe, and difdaine in nature to lift hir vp 
 again? could he take awayhirdifhoneflie without bouncing 
 vp the banes of matrimonie? oh learned Poet wel didft thou 
 write Fuftian verfe. 
 
 Thefe maides are dawes that goe to the lawes and a babe 
 in the belly. 
 
 Ctir: Tut man tis the way the world muft follow, for 
 maides muft be kinde, good hufbands to finde. 
 
 Poppey: But marke the fierce if they fwell before, it will 
 grieue them fore, but fee yondes Mafter scilla, faith a prettie 
 fellow is a. 
 
 Scilla: what feekes my countrymen.-* what would my 
 freendes .'' 
 
 Curt'. Nay fir your kinde words fhall not ferue the turne, 
 why thinke you to thruft your fouldiers into our kindred 
 with your curtefies fir. 
 
 Poppey : I tel you Mafter scilla my neighbour wil haue 
 the Law, he had the right he wil haue the wrong for therein 
 dwels the Law. 
 
 Confull: what defires thefe men of Rome.-* 
 
 Cur: Neighbour fliarpen the edge tole of your wits vpon 
 the whetftone of indifcretion that your wordes may fhaue 
 like the rafers of Palermo, you haue learning with ignorance 
 therefore fpeake my tale. 
 
 Pop: 
 
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Marius and Scilla. 
 
 Popp. Then worfliipfull Mafter Scilla, be it knowne vn- 
 to you, that my neighbors daughter Doritie was a maid of 
 refloritie, faire frefli and fine as a merrie cup of wine. Her 
 eies like two potcht egges, great and goodly her legs, but 
 markc my dolefuU dittie, alas for woe and pittie : a fouldier 
 of yours vpon a bed of flowers, gaue her fuch a fall, as fhe 
 lofh maidenhead and all. And thus in verie good time I end 
 my rudefuU rime. 
 
 Scilla : And what of this my frend, why feeke you mee, 
 Who haue refignd my titles and my ftate 
 To liue a priuate life as you doo now.^ 
 Goe moue the Confull Flaccus in this caufe, 
 Who now hath power to execute the lawes. 
 
 Curtail: And are you no more Mafter dix cator, nor Ge- 
 neralitie of the fouldiers .^ 
 
 Scilla: My powers doo ceafe, my titles are refignd. 
 
 Curtail: Haue you fignd your titles.? O bafe minde, that 
 being in the powles fteeple of honor, haft caft thy felfe in- 
 to the finke of fimplicitie. Fie beaft, were T a king, I would 
 day by day fucke vp white bread and milke, and go a letting 
 in a iacket of filke, my meat ftiould be the curds, my drinke 
 fhould be the whey, and I wold haue a mincing laffe to loue 
 me euerie day. 
 
 Poppey. Nay goodman Curtail, your difcretions are ve- 
 rie fimple, let me cramp him with a reafon. Sirrha, whether 
 is better good ale or fmall beere.'' Alas fee his implicitie that 
 cannot anfwere me : why I fay ale. 
 
 Curtail: And fo fay I neighbor. 
 
 Poppey : Thou haft reafon, ergo fay I tis better be a King 
 than a clowne. Faith mafter Scilla, I hope a man maye now 
 call ye knaue by authoritie. 
 
 Scilla : With what impatience heare I thefe vpbraides 
 That whilome plagude the leaft offence with death. 
 Oh Scilla thefe are ftales of defteny, 
 By fome vpbraids to try thy conftancie. 
 My friends thefe fcornes of yours perhaps will moue, 
 
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The true Tragedies of 
 The next Di6lator fliun to yeeld his ftate, 
 For feare he finde as much as Scilla doth. 
 But Flaccus, to preuent their further wrong, 
 Vouchfafe fome Li6lor may attach the man, 
 And doo them right that thus complaine abufe. 
 
 Flaccus: Sirrha, goe you and bring the fouldier 
 That hath fo loofly leant to lawles kift, 
 We will haue meanes fufificient be affurd 
 To coole his heate, and make the wanton chaft. 
 
 Curtail: We thanke your mafterfliip : come neighbour, 
 let vs iog, faith this newes will fet my daughter Dorothie a 
 gog. Exeunt cum Li^ore. 
 
 Scilla: Graue Senators and Romanes, now you fee 
 The humble bent of Scillas changed minde. 
 Now will I leaue you Lords, from courtly traine 
 I, To dwel content amidfl my country caue, 
 Where no ambitious humors fliall approch, 
 The quiet filence of my happy fleepe. 
 Where no delicious louifance or toyes, 
 Shall tickle with delight my tempered eares, 
 But wearying out the lingering day with toile, 
 Tyring my veines and furrowing of my foule. 
 The filent night with flumber ftealing on 
 Shall locke thefe carefull clofets of mine eies. 
 Oh had I knowne the height of happines. 
 Or bent mine eies vpon my mother earth : 
 Long fmce O Rome had Scilla with reioyce 
 Forfaken amies to leade a priuate life. 
 
 Flaccus: But in this humblenes of minde my Lord, 
 Whereas experience prooude and Art doo meete. 
 How happy were thefe faire Italian fields, 
 If they were graced with fo fweete a funne: 
 Then I for Rome and Rome with me requires, 
 That Scilla will abide and gouerne Rome. 
 
 Scilla: O Flaccus, if th'Arabian Phoenix ftriue 
 By natures warning to renue her kinde, 
 
 When 
 
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Maritis and Scilla. 
 When foaring nie the glorious eye of heauen, 
 Shee from her cinders doth reuiue her fexe. 
 VVliy fliould not Scilla learne by her to die? 
 That earft haue beene the Phoenix of this land. 
 And drawing neere the funne-fliine of content, 
 Perifli obfcLire to make your glories growe. 
 For as the higher trees do fhield the fhrubs, 
 From pofting Phlegons warmth and breathing fire, 
 So mighty men obfcure each others fame, 
 And make the beft deferuers fortunes game. 
 
 Enter Genius. 
 But ah what fodaine furies doo affright .!* 
 What apparitious fantafies are thefe.' 
 Oh let me reft fweete Lords, for why me thinks, 
 Some fatall fpells are founded in mine eares. 
 
 Genius: Snbfeqnitur tua mors: prhiari hmiinc Scillam, 
 Nmnina Parcarnni iani fera precipmnt. 
 Precipuint fera iam Parcaruni nnniina, Scillam, 
 
 Liimine prinari, mors tua fnbfequitur. 
 Elyfinm petis, 6 fozlix! & fatidici astri: 
 
 PreEfcius Heroas, 6 petis iiinnmeros ! 
 
 Inmimeros petis 6 Heroas\ prcBfeins astri 
 
 Fatidici: & fcelix, o petis Eli/mm! 
 
 Euanefcit fubito. 
 Scilla : Ergonc post dulces annos properantia fata ? 
 Ergone iam tenebrce pramia lucis ernntf 
 Atiamen, vt vitm fortunam gloria mortis 
 
 Vincat, in extremo funere cantet olor. 
 Pom: Howfares my Lord .? what dreadful thoughts are thefe 
 What doubtfull anfweres on a fodaine thus.? 
 
 Scilla : Pompey the man that made the world to ftoope, 
 And fettered fortune in the chaines of powre, 
 Muft droope and draw the Chariot of Fate / • ^--r'J^ 
 
 Along the darkfome bankes of Acheron. 
 The heauens haue warnd me of my prefent fall. 
 Oh call Cornelia forth, let Scilla fee 
 
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TJic true Tragedies of 
 His daughter Fuluia ere his eyes be fliut. 
 Exit one for Cornelia. 
 FlaccHs: Why Scilla, where is now thy wonted hope 
 In greateft hazard of vnftaied chance? 
 What fliall a Httle biting blafl of paine 
 Blcmifli the bloffomes of thy wonted pride? 
 
 Scilla: My Flaccus, worldly ioyes and pleafures fade, 
 Inconftant time like to the fleeting tide 
 With endles courfe mans hopes doth ouer-beare ? 
 Nought now remaines that Scilla faine would haue, 
 But lafting Came when bodie lies in graue. 
 ■-'Enter Corjielia, Ficluia. 
 Cornelia: How fares my Lord ? how doth my gentle Scilla? 
 Scilla : Ah my Cornelia paffing happie now. 
 Free from the Avorld, allied vnto the heauens, 
 Not curious of incertaine chaunces now. 
 
 Cornelia: Words full of woe ftill adding to my griefe, 
 A curelcffe croffe of many hundreth harmes. 
 Oh let not Rome and poore Cornelia loofe, 
 The one hir frend, the other her delight. 
 
 scilla: Cornelia, man hath power by fome inftinft 
 And gracious reuolution of the ftarres, 
 To conquer kingdomes not to mafter fate: 
 For when the courfe of mortall life is runne, 
 Then Clotho ends the web hir fifter fpun. 
 Pompey, Lord Flaccus, fellow senators, 
 In that I feele the faintfuU deawes of death 
 steeping mine eics within their chilly wet, 
 The care I haue of wife and daughter both, 
 Muft on your wifedomes happily relie. 
 With equall diftribution fee you part, 
 My lands and goods betwixt thefe louely twaine. 
 Onely beftow a hundred thoufand Seftercies, 
 Vpon my friends and fellow fouldiers. 
 Thus hauing made my finall teftament, 
 Come Fuluia let thy father lay his hand, 
 
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Mariiis and Scilla. 
 Vpon thy louely bofome and intreat 
 A vertuoLis boone and fauour at thy hands. 
 Faire Romane maide, fee that thou wed thy faires, 
 To modeft vertuous and delightfull thoughts: 
 Let Rome in viewing thee behold thy fire, 
 Honour Cornelia from whofe fruitfull woombe, 
 Thy plenteous beauties fweetly did appeare, 
 And with this Leffon louely maide farewell. 
 
 Fitluia: oh tedious and vnhappy chance for me. 
 
 scilla : Content thee Fuluia, for it needes muft bee. 
 Cornelia I muft leaue thee to the Avorld, 
 And by thofe loues that I haue lent thee oft, 
 In mutuall wedlocke rytes and happie warre. 
 Remember Scilla in my Fuluia ftil: 
 Confull farewell, my Pompey I muft hence, 
 And farewel Rome, and Fortune now I bleffe thee, 
 That both in life and death wouldft not oppreffe mee. dies. 
 
 Cornelia: oh hideous ftormes of neuer danted fate, 
 Now are thofe eyes whofe fweet reflexions coold 
 The fmothered rancors of rebellious thoughts i/ 1- 
 
 Clad with the fable mantles of the night. 
 And like the tree that robd of funne and fliowres 
 Mournes defolate withouten leafe or fap : -f 
 
 so poore Cornelia late bereft of loue. 
 Sits fighing, haples, ioyles and forlorne. 
 
 Fnluia: Gone is the flower that did adorne our fields, 
 Fled are thofe fweete reflexions of delight, 
 Dead is my Father, Fuluia dead is hee 
 In whom thy life, for whom thy death muft bee. 
 
 Flacais: Ladies, to tyre the time in reftles mone 
 Were tedious vnto frends and nature too, 
 Sufficeth you that Scilla fo is dead, 
 As fame fliall fing his power though life be fled. 
 
 Pompey: Then to conclude his happines my Lords, 
 Determine where fhall be his Funerall. 
 
 Lepidus: Euen there where other Nobles are interd. 
 
 K 3 Pompey: 
 
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\ Marius and Scilla. 
 
 ^ Pvmpey: Why Lepidus what Romane euer was, 
 That merited fo high a name as hcc ? 
 Then wh}^ Avith fimplc pompe and funerall 
 Would you intom^bc fo rare a paragon ? 
 
 Qorn: An vrne of gold fliall hem his afhes in, 
 The Veftall virgins with their holy notes 
 Shall fing his famous (though too fatall) death. 
 I and my Fuluia with difperfed haire 
 Will waight vpon this noble Romanes hearfe. 
 
 Fuluia: And Fuluia clad in blacke & mournfuU pale 
 Will waight vpon her fathers funerall. 
 
 Pomp: Come beare Ave hence this trophee of renowne, 
 Whofe life, whofe death was farre from fortunes frowne. 
 
 Exeunt omnes. 
 
 The Funeralls of Scilla in great pompe. 
 
 I Deo iuuantc, nil nocet liuo7' inalus: 
 
 Et nan iuuante nil iuuat labor grauis. 
 
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