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They'll sell those mangled limbs at dearer rates What hinder'd me t'have led my congʻring eagles Than yon trim bands can buy.
To fill Octavius' band ? I could have been Ant. Where left you them?
A traitor then, a glorious, happy traitor, Vent. I say, in Lower Syria.
And not have been so call’d. Ant. Bring 'em hither;
Ant. Forgive me, soldier; There may be life in these.
I've been too passionate. Vent. They will not come.
Vent. You thought me false; [Sir; Ant. Why didst thou mock my hopes with Thought my old
Kill me, promis'd aids,
Pray kill me; yet you
not, your unkind. To double my despair? They're mutinous. Vent. Most firm and loyal.
Has left your sword no work. Ant. Yet they will not march
Ant. I did not think so; To succour me.' O trifler!
I said it in my rage: pr’ythee forgive me. Vent. They petition
Why didst thou tempt iny anger, by discovery You would make haste to head 'em.
Of what I would not hear? Ant. I am besieg'd.
Vent. No prince but
you Vent. There's but one way shut up-how Could merit that sincerity I us’d, came I hither?
Nor durst another man have ventur'd it: Ant. I will not stir.
But you, ere love misled your wand'ring eyes, Vent. They would perhaps desire
Were sure the chief and best of human race, A better reason.
Fram'd in the very pride and boast of nature. Ant. I have never us’d
Ant. But Cleopatra My soldiers to demand a reason of
Go on; for I can bear it now. My actions. Why did they refuse to march?
Vent. No more.
Thou only lov'st; the rest have flatter'd me. Vent. They said they would not fight for Vent. Heaven's blessing on your heart, for Cleopatra
that kind word. Why should they fight, indeed, to make her May I believe you love me? Speak again. conquer,
(doms, Ant. Indeed I do. Speak this, and this, and And make you more a slave? to gain you king
this. Which for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, Thy praises were unjust; but I'll deserve 'em, You'll sell to her?—Then she new names her And yet mend all. Do with me what thou wilt; jewels,
Lead me to victory, thou know'st the way. And calls this diamond such or such a tax; Vent. And, will
leave thisFach pendant in her ear shall be a province. Ant. Pr’ythee do not curse her, [love
Ant. Ventidius, I allow your tongue free licence And I will leave her; though Heaven knows I On all my other faults; but, on your life, Beyond life, conquest, empire, all but honor; No word of Cleopatra : she deserves
But I will leave her. More worlds than I can lose.
Vent. That's my royal master. Vent. Behold, you pow'rs,
And shall we fight? To whom you have intrusted human kind; Ant. I warrant thee, old soldier: See Europe, Afric, Asia put in balance ; Thou shalt behold me once again in iron; And all weigh'd down by one light worthless And, at the head of our old troops, that beat woman!
The Parthians, cry aloud, Come, follow me! I think the gods are Antonies, and give, Vent. 0, now I hear my emperor ! In that Like prodigals, this nether world away
word To none but wasteful hands.
Octavius fell. Gods, let me see that day; Ant. You grow presumptuous.
And, if I have ten years behind, take all;
Ant. 0, Cleopatra !
Vent. Again! Thy men are cowards; thou, an envious traitor; Ant. I've done. In that last sigh she went; Who, under seeming honesty, hast vented Cæsar shall know what'tis to force a lover The burden of thy rank o'erflowing gall. From all he holds most dear. O that thou wert my equal, great in arms Vent. Methinks you breathe As the first Cæsar was, that I might kill thee Another soul; your looks are more divine; Without stain to my honor !
You speak a hero, and you move a god. Vent. You may kill me.
Ant. O, thou hast fir’d me! My soul's up in You have done more already; call’d me traitor. arms, Ant. Art thou not one?
And mans each part about me.
Once again Vent. For showing you yourself,
The noble eagerness of fight hath seiz'd me; Which none else durst have done. But had I been That eagerness, with which I darted upward That name, which I disdain to speak again, To Cassius' camp. In vain the steepy hill I needed not have sought your abject fortunes, Oppos’d my way; in vain a war of spears Come to partake your fate, to die with you. Sung round any head, and planted all my shield;
I won the trenches, while my foremost men Before I go, I'll rip the malady,
And let the venom flow before your eyes.
This is a debt to the great Theodosius, For such another honor!
The grandfather of your illustrious blood : Ant. Come on, my soldier ;
And then farewell for ever. Our hearts and arms are still the same. I long Theo. Presuming Marcian! Once more to meet our foes; that thou and I, What canst thou urge against my innocence ? Like Time and Death, marching before our Through the whole course of all my harmless troops,
Ev’n to this hour, I cannot call to mind (youth, May taste fate to 'em; mow 'em out a passage, One wicked act which I have done to shame And, ent'ring where the utmost squadrons yield, Begin the noble harvest of the field.
may be true: yet if you give the
sway 39. Theodosius and Marcian. To other hands, and your poor subjects suffer,
Lee. Your negligence to them is as the cause.
O Theodosius, credit me, who know Theo. Ha! what rash thing art thou, who The world, and hear how soldiers censure kings; sett'st so small
In after times, if thus you should go on, A value on thy life, thus to presume
Your memory by warriors will be scorn'd, Against the fatal orders I have given,
As much as Nero or Caligula loath'd : Thus to entrench on Cæsar's solitude,
They will despise your sloih, and backward ease, And urge thy ruin?
More than they hate the others' cruelty.. Mar. Mighty Cæsar,
And what a thing, ye gods, is scorn or pity! I have transgress'd; and for my pardon bow Heap on me, Heaven, the hate of all mankind; To thee, as to the gods, when I offend : Load me with malice, envy, detestation ; Nor can I doubt your mercy, when you know. Let me be horrid to all apprehension, The nature of my crime. I am commission'd And the world shun me, so I 'scape but scorn. From all the earth to give thee thanksand praises, Theo. Pr'ythee no more. Thou darling of mankind! whose conqu’ring Mar. Nay, when the legions make compariAlready drown the glory of great Julius; (arms sons, Whose deeper reach in laws and policy And say, Thus cruel Nero once resolvid, Makes wise Augustus envy thee in heaven! On Galba's insurrection, for revenge What mean the Fates by such prodigious virtue? To give all France as plunder to the army; When scarce the inanly down yet shades thy face, To poison the whole senate at a feast; With conquest thus to overrun the world, To burn the city, turn the wild beasts out, And make barbarians tremble. O ye gods ! Bears, lions, tigers, on the multitude; Should Destiny now end thee in the bloom, That, so obstructing those thatquench'd the fire, Methinks I see thee mourn'd above the loss He might at once destroy rebellious RomeOf lov'd Germanicus; thy funerals,
Theo. O cruelty! why tell'st thou me of this? Like his, are solemniz'd with tears of blood. Am I of such a barb'rous bloody temper? Theo. How, Marcian!
Mar. Yet some will say, This show'd he had Mar. Yes, the raging multitude,
a spirit, Like torrents, set no bound to their mad grief; However fierce, avenging, and pernicions, Shave their wives' heads, and tear off their own That savor'd of a Roman: but for you, hair ;
What can your partial sycophants invent, With wild despair they bring their infants out, To make you room among ihe emperors? To brawl their parents' sorrow in the streets : Whose utmost is the smallest part of Nero; Trade is no more; all courts of justice stopt ; A pretty player, one that can act a hero, With stones they dash the windows of their And never be one. Oye immortal gods ! temples,
[gods, Is this the old Cæsarean majesty? Pull down their altars, break their household Now in the name of our great Romulus, And still the universal groan is this
Why sing you not, and fiddle too, as he did? “ Constantinople's lost, our empire's ruin'd; Why have you not, like Nero, a Phonascus, Since he is gone, that father of his country; One to take care of your celestial voiee? Since he is dead, o life, where is thy pleasure? Lie on your back, my lord, and on your stomach O Rome, O conquer'd world, where is thyglory?" Lay a thin plate of lead; abstain from fruits ; Theo. I know thee well, thy custom and ihy And when the business of the stage is done, manners :
Retire with your loose friends to costly banThou didst apbraid me; but no more of this, quets, Not for thy life
While the lean army groans upon the ground. Mar. What's life without my honor ? Theo. Leave me, I say, lest I chastise thee; Could you transform yourself into a Gorgon, Hence, begone, I say Or make that beardless face like Jupiter's, Mar. Not till you have heard me out. I would be heard in spite of all your thunder : Build too, like him, a palace lin'd with gold O pow'r of guilt! you fear to stand the test As long and large as that of th' Esquilinc: Which virtue brings: like sores your vices shake Enclose a pool too in it, like the sea, Before this Roman healer. But, by the gods, And at the empire's cost let advies ment;
Adorn your starry chambers too with gems; Thou'st said, and done, and brought to my reContrive the plated ceilings to turn round,
membrance, With pipes to cast ambrosian oils upon you :
grow already weary of my life. Consume with this prodigious vanity,
Mar. My lord, I take your word: you do not In mere perfumes and odorous distillations,
know Of sesterces at once four hundred millions; The wounds which rage within your country's Let naked virgins wait you at your table,
bowels; And wanton Cupids dance and clap their wings. The horrid usage of the suffering soldier: No matter what becomes of the poor soldiers, But why will not our Theodosius know? So they perform the drudgery they are fit for; If you intrust the government to others Why, let 'em starve for want of their arrears, That act these crimes, who but yourself's to Drop as they go, and lie like dogs in ditches.
blame! Theo. Come, you are a traitor!
Be witness, O ye gods! of my plain dealings, Mar. Go to, you are a boy
Of Marcian's honesty, howe'er degraded. Or by the gods
I thank you for my banishment: but alas ! Theo. If arrogance like this,
My loss is little to what soon will follow! And to the emperor's face should 'scape unpu- Reflect but on yourself and your own joys ; nished,
Let not this lethargy for ever hold you. I'll write myself a coward; die, then, villain, 'Twas rumor'd through the city, that you lor'd; A death 100 glorious for so bad a man, That your espousals should be solemniz'd; By Theodosius' hand.
When on a sudden here send
orders Marcian disarms him, but is wounded. That this bright favorite, the lov'd Eudosia, Mar. Now, sir, where are you?
Should lose her head. What, in the name of all our Roman spirits, Theo. () heaven and earth! What say'st thou Now charms my hand from giving thee thy fate? That I have seald the death of my Eudosia! Has he not cut me off from all my
honors ? Mar. 'Tis your own hand and signet: yet I Torn my commissions, sham'd me to the earth, swear,
(sway, Banish'd the court, a vagabond for ever? Though you have given to female hands your Do not the soldiers hourly ask it from me? And therefore I, as well as the whole army, Sigh their own wrongs, and bez me to revenge for ever onght to curse all womankind;
Yet when the virgin came, as she was doon'd, What hinders now, but that I mount the throne, And on the scaffold, for that purpose
rais'd And make, besides, this purple youth my foot Without the walls, appear'd before the armystool?
Theo. What, on a scaffold ! ha! before the The armies court me: and my country's cause,
army? The injuries of Rome and Greece, persuade me, Mar. How quickly was the tide of fury turn'd Show but this Roman blood which he has drawn, To soft compassion, and relenting tears! They'll make me emperor whether I will or no: But when the axe Did not, for less than this, the latter Brutus, Sever'd the brightest beauty of the earth Because he thought Rome wrong’d, in person from that fair body-had you heard the groan, head
Which, like a peal of distant thunder, ran Against his friend a black conspiracy, Through all the armed host, you would have And stab the majesty of all the world? (pow'r. thought,
Theo. Act as you please : I am within your By the immediate darkness that fell round us, Mar. Did not the former Brutus, for thecrime Whole nature was concernd at such a suff'ring, Of Sextus, drive old Tarquin from his kingdom? | And all the gods were angry. And shall this prince too, by permitting others
Theo. O Pulcheria ! To act their wicked wills, and lawless pleasures, Cruel, ambitious sister! this must be Ravish froin the empire its dear health, Thy doing. O, support me, noble Marcian! Well-being, happiness, and ancient glory? Now, now's the time, if thou dar’st strike: beGo on in this dishonorable rest? (troops hold, Shall he, I say, dream on, while the starv'd I offer thee my breast; with my last breath, Lie cold and waking in the winter camp;
I'll thank thee too, if now thoudraw'st my blood. And like pind birds, for want of sustenance, Were I to live, thy counsel should direct me; Feed on the haws and berries of the fields ? But 'tis too lateO temper, temper me, ye gracious gods ! Mar. He faints! What, hoa, there! Lucius! Give to my hand forbearance, to my heart My lord the emperor! Eudosia lives; Its constant loyalty! I would but shake him, She's here, or will be in a minute, moment! Rouse him a little from this death of honor, Quick as the thought, she calls you to the temple. And show him what he should be.
0, Lucius, help!
I've gone too far; .but see, Theo. You accuse me,
He breathes again.-Eudosia has awak'd him. As if I were some monster most unheard of ! Theo. Did not you name Eudosia ? First, as the ruin of the army; then
Mar. Yes, she lives ; Of taking your commission: but by Heaven I did but feign the story of her death, I swear, Ő Marcian! this I never did, To find how near you plac'd her to your heart: Nor ne'er intended it; nor say I this
And may the gods rain all their plagues upon me, To alter thy stern usage ; for with what If ever I rebuke you thus again!
Yet 'tis most certain that you sign'd her death, | Believe me, she has won me much to pity her:
well. And ivas a madman. By the immortal gods Hast. Your highness binds me ever to your I love you as my soul: whate'er I said,
service. My thoughts wereotherwise; believe these tears, Glost. You know your friendship is most poWhich do not use to flow: all shall be well.
tent with us, I swear that there are seeds in that sweet temper, And shares our power. But of this enough, T atone for all the crimes in this bad age. For we have other matter for your ear:
Theo. I thank thee first for my Eudosia's life. The state is out of tune ; distracting fears, What but my love could have callid back that and jealous doubts, jar in our public counsels ; life
Amidst the wealthy city murmurs rise, Which thou hast made me hate? But, O, me- Lewd railings, and reproach on those that rule, thought
With open scorn of government; hence credit, Twas hard, dear Marcian, very hard, froin thee, And public trust 'twixt man and man are broke, From him I ever reverenc'd as my father, The golden streams of commerce are withheld, To hear so harsh a message! But no more ;
Which fed the wants of needy hinds and artisans, We're friends : thy hand. Nay, if thou wilt Who therefore curse the great, and threat renot rise,
bellion. And let me fold my arms about thy neck, Hast. The restyknaves are overrun with ease, I'll not believe thy love : in this forgive me. As plenty ever is the nurse of faction : First let me wed Eudosia, and we'll out; If in good days, like these, the headstrong herd We will, my general, and make amends Grow madly wanton, and repine, it is For all that's past : glory and arms, ye call, Because the reins of pow'r are held too slack, And Marcian leads me on!
And reverend authority of late Mar. Let her not rest, then ;
Has worn a face of mercy more than justice. Espouse her straight: I'll strike you at a heat. Glost. Beshrew my heart! but you have May this great humor get large growth within well divin'd you;
The source of these disorders. Who can wonder And be encourag’d by the embold'ning gods : If riot and misrule o'erturn the realm, O what a sight will this be to the soldier, When the crown sits upon a baby brow? To see me bring you dress'd in shining armour, Plainly to speak-hence comes the gen'ral cry, To head the shouting squadrons! O ye gods ! And sum of all complaint: 'Twill ne'er be well Methinks I hear the echoing cries of joy, With England (thus they talk) while children The sounds of trumpets, and the beat of drums; govern.
[of that? I see each starving soldier bound from earth, Hast. 'Tis true the king is young; but what As if a god by miracle had rais'd him ; We feel no want of Edward's riper years, And with beholding you, grow fat again! While Glo'ster's valorand most princely wisdom Nothing but gazing eyes, and opening mouths, So well supply our infant sovereign's place, Cheeks red with joy, and lifted hands about you; His youth's support, and guardian to his throne. Some wiping the glad tears that trickle down Glost. The council (much I'm bound to With broken lo's, and with sobbing raptures ;
thank 'em for't) Crying, Toarms! he's come; our emperor's come Have plac'd a pageant sceptre in my hand, To win the world! Why, is not this far better Barren of pow'r, and subject to control; Than lolling in a lady's lap, and sleeping, Scorn'd by iny foes, and useless to my friends. Fasting or praying? Come, come, you shall be O worthy lord! were mine the rule indeed, merry:
I think I should not suffer rank offence And for Eudosia, she is yours already! At large to lord it in the commonweal; Marcian has said it, Sir; she shall be yours.
Nor would the realm be rent by discord thus, Theo. O Marcian: O my brother, father, all! Thus fear and doubt, betwixt disputed titles. Thou best of friends! most faithful counsellor! Hast. Of this I am to learn; as not supposing I'll find a match for thee too, ere I rest, A doubt like this To make thee love me. For, when thou art Glost. Ay, marry, but there is ; with me,
And that of much concern. Have you not heard I'm strong and well; but when thou'rt gone, How, on a late occasion, Doctor Shaw I'm nothing.
Has mor'd the people much about the lawful.
Of Edward's issue? by right grave authority
A bastard scion never should be grafted Glost. My lord, y'are well encounterd; here Upon a royal stock; from thence, at full has been
Discoursing on my brother's former contract A fair petitioner this morning with us ; To Lady Elizabeth Lucy, long before
His jolly match with that same buxom widow, For me, I ask no more than honor gives,
To think me yours, and rank me with your Hast. Ill befal
[should pay. Such meddling priests, who kindle up confusion, Hast. Accept what thanks a grateful heart Andvex thequiet world with their vain scruples! O princely Gloster! judge me not ungentle, By Heaven, 'tis done in perfect spite to peace. Of manners rude, and insolent of speech, Did not the king,
If, when the public safety is in question, Our royal master, Edward, in concurrence My zeal Aows warın and from my tongue. With his estates assembled, well determine Glost. Enough of this; to deal in wordy What course the sovereign rule should take compliment henceforward?
Is much against the plainness of my nature ; When shall the deadly hate of faction cease, I judge you by myself, a clear true spirit; When shall our long-divided laud have rest, And, as such, once more join you to my bosom. If every peevish, moody malcontent
Farewell, and be my friend.
[Exit. Shall set the senseless rabble in an uproar,
Hast. I am not read, Fright them with dangers, and perplex their Nor skill'd and practis'd in the arts of greatness, brains,
To kindle thus, and give a scope to passion. Each day, with some fantastic giddy change? The duke is surely noble; but he touch'd me Glost. What if some patriot, for the public E'en on the tend'rest point, the master-string good,
That makes most harmony or discord to me. Should vary from your scheme, new-mould the I own the glorious subject fires my breast, state?
[it! And my soul's darling passion stands confess'd. Hest. Curse on the innovating hand attempts Beyond or love's or friendship’s sacred band, Remember him, the villain, righteous Heaven, Beyond myself, I prize my native land: In thy great day of vengeance! Blast the traitor, On this foundation would I build my fame, And his pernicious counsels, who for wealth, And emulate the Greek and Roman name, For pow'r, the pride of greatness, or revenge,
Think England's peace bought cheaply with my Would plunge his native land in civil wars !
blood, Glost. You go too far, my lord.
And die with pleasure for my country's good. Hast. Your highness' pardon-Have we so soon forgot those days of ruin, When York and Lancaster drewforth the battles? $ 41. Gustavus and Dalecarlians. When, like a matron butcher'd by her sons,
BROOKE. And cast beside some common way, a spectacle 1st Dale. Let us all see him! Of horror and affright to passers by,
2d Dale. Yes, and hear him 100. Our groaning country bled at ev'ry vein; 3d Dale. Let us be sure 'tis he himself. When murders, rapes, and massacres prevaild; 4th Dale. Our general. When churches, palaces, and cities blaz'd; 5th Dale. And we will fight while weapons When insolence and barbarism triumph’d,
can be found. And swept away distinction; peasants trod 6th Dale. Or hands to wield them. Upon the necks of nobles; low were laid 7th Dale. Get on the bank, Gustavus. The reverend crosier and the holy mitre,
lord. And desolation cover'd all the land ;
Gus. My countrymen ! Who can remember this, and not, like me, Ist Dale. Ho! hear him! Here vow to sheath a dagger in his heart
2d Dale. Peace! Whose damn'd ambition would renew those 3d Dale. Peace! horrors,
4th Dale. Peace!
[hearts, And set once more that scene of blood before us? Gus. Anjazement, I perceive, hath fill'd your Glost. How now! so hot!
And joy for that your lost Gustarus, 'scap'd Hast. So brave, and so resolv'd.
Thro' wounds, imprisonments, and chains, and Glost. Is then our friendship of so little mo- deaths,
Thus sudden, thus unlook'd for, stands before That you could arm your hand against my life? As one escap'd from cruel hands I come, Hast. I hope your highness does not think I From hearts that ne'er knew pity, dark and meant it;
[person vengeful ; No, Heaven forefend that e'er your princely Who quaff the tears of orphans, bathe in blood, Should come within the scope of my resent. And know no music but the groans of Sweden.
Yet, not for that my sister's early innocence, Glost. O noble Hastings ! Nay, I must em- And mother's age, now grind beneath capti
vity ; By holy Paul, y’are a right honest man. Nor that one bloody, one remorseless hour. The time is full of danger and distrust, Swept my great sire and kindred from my side, And warns us to be wary: hold me not
For them Gustavus weeps not; tho' my eyes Too apt for jealousy and light surmise,
Were far less dear, for them I will not weep. If, when I mean to lodge you next my heart, But, O great parent, when I think on thee! 1 put your truth to trial. Keep your loyalty, Thy numberless, thy nameless, shameful infaAnd live your king and country's best support.