<!DOCTYPE ETS PUBLIC "-//UMDLPS//DTD EEBOPROOF 2.0//EN">
<ETS>
<TEMPHEAD>
<REVDESCR>
<CHANGE>
<DATE>2014-03-06</DATE>
<RESPSTMT>
<NAME>Brian Matzge</NAME>
<RESP>MURP</RESP>
</RESPSTMT>
<ITEM>Checklist: x *Add TEMPHEAD, change DATE, validate x *Review structure: FRONT,BODY, BACK, DIV or rarely GROUP x *Add DIV TYPEs, make sure that types makes sense as a navigational aide, and work in the context of the whole text, validate x *Survey book for troublesome formats of all kinds, including lists, illustrations, tables, music, math, end-notes, quasi-tabular arrangments, and marginalia. x *Proof title page(s) x *Examine marginalia. Is it all best tagged as NOTE? x *Observe divtop and divbottom material marking beginnings and ends of divisions, check that they are correctly tagged as HEAD, TRAILER, OPENER, CLOSER, ARGUMENT, EPIGRAPH, SIGNED, DATELINE, BYLINE, etc. x *Check for GAPs x *Check PB placement and completeness, ensure sequence of N="" x *Check ^, italic I / J, _Initals, space between &amp;c. x *Check for illustrations and correct usage of FIGURE. Add FIGDESCs if necessary. x *Check q; startq endq Q x *If appropriate, check for yoghs. x *If appropriate, check for Latin problems, e.g. oe and ae digraphs x *If appropriate, check for abbreviation and brevigraph problems. x *If appropriate, check for units of measure, symbols (alchemical, astronomical, etc.) and the like. x *Correct illegibles from proofsheet x *Check illegible page, para, line, span, word, dollar signs x * Run Check x *Final validate Corrected [ ] illegible groups out of [ ]. Converted [ ] illegible groups to GAP DESC="illegible". DONE</ITEM>
</CHANGE>
</REVDESCR>
</TEMPHEAD>
<EEBO>
<IDG S="marc" R="UM" ID="B07944">
<STC T="S">17488.3</STC>
<STC T="C">S94127</STC>
<BIBNO T="oclc">[ocm]68222439</BIBNO>
<VID>183759</VID>
</IDG>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<FRONT>
<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
<PB REF="1">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<P>THE TRAGEDIE OF <HI>SOPHONISBA.</HI></P>
<P>WRITTEN BY IOHN MARSTON.</P>
<P>LONDON. Printed by <HI>Iohn Windet</HI> and are to be &s;old neere <HI>Luagate.</HI> 1606.</P>
<P><HI>Adv. <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"></HI></P>
</DIV1>
</FRONT>
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="argument">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>Argumentum.</HEAD>
<L>A gratefull harts iu&s;t haight: Ingtatitude.</L>
<L>And vowes ba&s;e breach with worthy &s;hame per&s;u'd</L>
<L>A womans con&s;tant loue as firm as fate</L>
<L>A blamele&s;&s;e Coun&s;ellor well borne for &s;tate</L>
<L>The folly to inforce free loue, The&s;e know</L>
<L>This &s;ubject with full light doth amply &s;how.</L>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="dramatis personae">
<HEAD>Interlocutores.</HEAD>
<LIST>
<ITEM>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a. <HI>Kings in Lybia riuals for So|phoni&s;ba.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Syphax. <HI>Kings in Lybia riuals for So|phoni&s;ba.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>A&s;druball. <HI>Father to So|phoni&s;ba.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Gelo&s;&s;o. <HI>A Senator of Carthage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Bytheas. <HI>A Senator of Carthage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Hanno Mag|nus. <HI>Captaine for Carthage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Iugurth. <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as Ne|phew.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Scipio. <HI>Generals of Rome.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Laelius. <HI>Generals of Rome.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Vangue. <HI>An Ethiopian &s;laue.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Carthalon. <HI>A Senator of Carthage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Gi&s;co. <HI>A Surgean of Carthage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Nuntius.</ITEM>
<ITEM>Sophoni&s;ba. <HI>Daughter to A&s;|druball of Car|thage.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Zanthia. <HI>Her maide.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Erictho. <HI>An Inchantres.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Arcathia. <HI>Waiting women to Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM>Nycea. <HI>Waiting women to Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></ITEM>
</LIST>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="prologue">
<PB REF="2">
<HEAD>Prologus.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Cornets &s;ound a march.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> at one dore the <HI>Prologue:</HI> too Pages with torches: <HI>A&s;dru|bal</HI> and <HI>Iugurth</HI> too Pages with lights: <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> leading <HI>Sophoni&s;ba: Zanthia</HI> bearing <HI>Sophoni&s;bas</HI> traine <HI>Ar|cathia</HI> and <HI>Nicea: Hano</HI> and <HI>Bytheas</HI> At the other dore too Pages with targets and Iauelines, too Pages with lights, <HI>Syphax</HI> armd from top to toe, <HI>Vangue</HI> followes.</STAGE>
<STAGE>The&s;e thus entred, &s;tand &s;till, whil&s;t the <HI>Prologue</HI> re&s;ting be|tweene both troups &s;peakes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<L>THe Sceane is <HI>Lybia,</HI> and the &s;ubiect thus.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Carthage</HI> &s;toode the onely awe of <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>As mo&s;t imperiall &s;eate of <HI>Lybia,</HI></L>
<L>Gouernd by Stat&s;men each as great as Kings</L>
<L>(For 17. Kings were <HI>Carthage</HI> feodars)</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thus &s;he flori&s;hd, whil&s;t hir <HI>Hannibal</HI></L>
<L>Made <HI>Rome</HI> to tremble, and the Wals yet pale:</L>
<L>Then in this <HI>Carthage Sophini&s;ba</HI> liu'd</L>
<L>The farre fam'd daughter of great <HI>A&s;druball?</HI></L>
<L>For whom ('mong&s;t others) potent <HI>Syphax</HI> &s;ues</L>
<L>And well grac'd <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> riuals him</L>
<L>Both Princes of proud Scepters: but the lot</L>
<L>Of doubtfull fauour <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> grac'd</L>
<L>At which <HI>Syphax</HI> grows blacke: For now the night</L>
<L>Yeelds loud re&s;oundings of the nuptiall pompe:</L>
<L><HI>Apello</HI> &s;trikes his Harpe: <HI>Hymen</HI> his Torch</L>
<L>Whil&s;t lowring <HI>Iuno</HI> with ill-boding eye</L>
<L>Sits enuious at too forward <HI>Venus:</HI> Loe</L>
<L>The in&s;tant night: And now ye worthier minds</L>
<L>To whom we &s;hall pre&s;ent a female glory</L>
<L>(The wonder of a con&s;tancie &s;o fixt</L>
<L>That Fate it &s;elfe might well grow enuious)</L>
<PB REF="3">
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span">a&s;d to &s;it &s;uch as may merrit oile</L>
<L>And holy dew &s;til'd from diuiner heat,</L>
<L>For re&s;t thus knowing, what of this you heare,</L>
<L>The Author lowly hopes, but mu&s;t not feare.</L>
<L><HI>For iust worth neuer re&s;ts on popular frowne,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To haue done well is faire deeds onely crowne.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Nee &s;e qui&s;iuerit extra.</STAGE>
<STAGE><HI>Cornets</HI> &s;ound a March, the Prologue leads <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> troupes ouer the Stage, and departs: <HI>Syphax</HI> troupes onely &s;tay.</STAGE>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="1" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>Actus Primi.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena prima.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Syphax <HI>and</HI> Vangue.</STAGE>
<LG>
<L>SY: <HI>Syphax, Syphax,</HI> why wa&s;t thou cur&s;d a King?</L>
<L>What angry God made thee &s;o great, &s;o vile?</L>
<L>Contemd, di&s;graced, thinke, wert thou a&s;laue</L>
<L>Though <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> did reiect thy loue</L>
<L>Thy low neglected head vnpointed at</L>
<L>Thy &s;hame vnrumord and thy &s;ute vn&s;koffd</L>
<L>Might yet re&s;t quiet: <HI>Reputation</HI></L>
<L>Thou awe of fooles and greatmen: thou that choak&s;t?</L>
<L>Free&s;t addictions, and mak&s;t mortals &s;weat</L>
<L>Bloud and cold drops in feare to loo&s;e, or hope</L>
<L>To gaine thy neuer certaine &s;eldome worthy gracings.</L>
<L><HI>Reputation!</HI></L>
<L>Wert not for thee <HI>Syphax</HI> could beare this &s;korne</L>
<L>Not &s;pouting vp his gall among his bloud</L>
<L>In blacke vexations: <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> might</L>
<L>Inioy the &s;weets of his preferred graces</L>
<L>Without my dangerous Enuy or Reuenge</L>
<L>Wert not for thy affliction all might &s;leepe</L>
<L>In &s;weete obliuion: But (O greatnes &s;kourge!)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>We cannot without Enuie keepe high name</HI></L>
<L><HI>Nor yet di&s;grac'd can haue a quiet &s;hame.</HI></L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>Scipio:&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Some light in depth of hell: <HI>Vangue</HI> what hope?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>I haue receaud a&s;&s;ur'd intelligence</L>
<L>That <HI>Scipio Romes</HI> &s;ole hope hath rai&s;d vp men</L>
<L>Drawne troupes together for inua&s;ion&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of this &s;ame <HI>Carthage.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>VA.</SPEAKER>
<L>With this pollicie</L>
<L>To force wild <HI>Hannibal</HI> from <HI>Italy</HI>&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And draw the war to <HI>Affricke.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>And &s;trike</L>
<L>This &s;ecure countrey with vnthought of armes</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>My letters beare he is departed <HI>Rome</HI></L>
<L>Directly &s;etting cour&s;e and &s;ayling vp. &mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>To <HI>Carthage, Carthage,</HI> O thou eternall youth</L>
<PB REF="4">
<L>Man of large fame great and abounding glory</L>
<L>Renounefull <HI>Scipio,</HI> &s;pread thy too-necked Eagles,</L>
<L>Fill full thy &s;ailes with a reuenging wind,</L>
<L>Strike through obedient Neptune, till thy prows</L>
<L>Da&s;h vp our <HI>Lybian</HI> ou&s;e, and thy iu&s;t armes</L>
<L>Shine with amazfull terror on the&s;e wals,</L>
<L>O now record thy Fathers honord bloud</L>
<L>Which <HI>Carthage</HI> drunke, thy Vncle <HI>Publius</HI> bloud</L>
<L>Which <HI>Carthage</HI> drunke, 30000. &s;oules</L>
<L>Of choice <HI>Italians Carthage</HI> &s;et on wing:</L>
<L>Remember <HI>Hannibal,</HI> yet <HI>Hannibal</HI></L>
<L>The con&s;ul-queller: O then inlarge thy hart</L>
<L>Be thou&s;and &s;oules in one, let all the breath</L>
<L>The &s;pirit of thy name and nation be mixt &s;trong</L>
<L>In thy great hart: O fall like thunder &s;haft</L>
<L>The winged vengeance of incen&s;ed <HI>Ioue</HI></L>
<L>Vpon this <HI>Carthage:</HI> for <HI>Syphax</HI> here flies off</L>
<L>From all allegeance, from all loue or &s;eruice</L>
<L>His (now freed) &s;cepter once did yeeld this Cittie</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yee vniuer&s;all Gods, <HI>Light, Heate,</HI> and <HI>Ayre</HI></L>
<L>Proue all vnble&s;&s;ing <HI>Syphax</HI> if his hands</L>
<L>Once reare them &s;elues for Carthage but to cur&s;e it.</L>
<L>It had beene better they had changd their faith,</L>
<L>Denide their Gods, then &s;leighted <HI>Syphax</HI> loue</L>
<L>So fearefully will I take vengeance.</L>
<L>I'le interleague with <HI>Scipio. Vangue.</HI></L>
<L>Deere <HI>Ethiopian Negro,</HI> goe wing a ve&s;&s;ell</L>
<L>And fly to <HI>Scipio:</HI> &s;ay his confederate</L>
<L>Vowd and confirmd is <HI>Syphax:</HI> bidd him ha&s;t</L>
<L>To mix our palmes and armes: will him make vp</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we are in the &s;trength of di&s;content</L>
<L>Our vn&s;u&s;pected forces well in armes</L>
<L>For <HI>Sophoni&s;ba, Carthage, Asdruball</HI></L>
<L>Shall feele their weaknes in preferring weaknes</L>
<L>And one le&s;&s;e great then we, to our deere wi&s;hes</L>
<L>Ha&s;te gentle <HI>Negro,</HI> that this heape may knowe &s;tronge</L>
<L>Me, and their wronge: <HI>&V;a:</HI> Wronge?</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>I, tho twere not, yet knowe while Kings are</L>
<PB REF="4" MS="y">
<L>What thei'le but thinke and not what is, is wrong</L>
<L>I am di&s;grac'd in, and by that which hath</L>
<L>No rea&s;on, <HI>Loue,</HI> and <HI>Woman,</HI> my reuenge</L>
<L>Shall therefore beare no argument of right</L>
<L><HI>Pa&s;&s;ion</HI> is <HI>Rea&s;on</HI> when it &s;peakes from Might</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>I tell thee, man, nor Kings, nor Gods exempt</HI></L>
<L><HI>But they grow pale if once they find Contempt: ha&s;te.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Secunda.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter, Arcathia, Nycea</HI> with Tapers <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> in her night attyre followed by <HI>Zanthia.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Watch at the dors: and till we be repo&s;'d</L>
<L>Let no one enter: <HI>Zanthia</HI> vndoe me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>With this motto vnder your girdle</L>
<L><HI>You had bin vndone if you had not bin vndone</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>I wonder <HI>Zanthia</HI> why the cu&s;tome is</L>
<L>To v&s;e &s;uch <HI>Ceremonie</HI> &s;uch &s;trict &s;hape</L>
<L>About vs women: for&s;ooth the Bride mu&s;t &s;teale</L>
<L>Before her Lord to bed: and then delaies</L>
<L>Long expectations all again&s;t knowne wi&s;hes</L>
<L>I hate the&s;e figures in locution</L>
<L>The&s;e about phra&s;es forc'd by <HI>ceremonie</HI></L>
<L>We mu&s;t &s;till &s;eeme to flie what we mo&s;t &s;eeke</L>
<L>And hide our &s;elues from that we faine would find vs</L>
<L>Let tho&s;e that thinke and &s;peake and doe iu&s;t actes</L>
<L>Know forme can giue no vertue to their actes</L>
<L>Nor detract vice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>'las faire Princes, tho&s;e that are &s;trongly form'd</L>
<L>And truely &s;hapt may naked walke, but we</L>
<L>We things cal'd women, onely made for &s;how</L>
<L>And plea&s;ure, created to beare children</L>
<L>And play at &s;huttle-coke, we imperfect mixtures</L>
<L>without re&s;pectiue <HI>ceremonie v&s;'d</HI></L>
<L>And euer complement, alas what are we?</L>
<L>Take from vs formall cu&s;tome and the curtefies</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L>Which ciuill fa&s;hion hath &s;till v&s;'d to vs</L>
<L>We fall to all contempt, O women how much</L>
<L>How much are you beholding to <HI>Ceremony.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>You are familiar. <HI>Zanthia</HI> my &s;hooe,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ti's wonder Madam you treade not awry.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your rea&s;on <HI>Zanthia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>You goe very high.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Harke, Mu&s;icke, Mu&s;icke.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Ladies lay the Princes in a faire bed, and clo&s;e the curtaines whil'&s;t <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a Enters.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ni.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Bridgrome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE>Arca.</STAGE>
<L>The Bridgrome</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha&s;t good <HI>Zanthia,</HI> helpe, keepe yet the dores</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Faire fall you Lady, &s;o, admit admit.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> Foure boyes antiquely attiered with bows and quiuers dauncing to the <HI>Cornets,</HI> a phanta&s;tique mea&s;ure, <HI>Ma&s;&s;i|ni&s;&s;a</HI> in his night gowne led by <HI>A&s;druball</HI> and <HI>Hanno</HI> followed by <HI>Bytheas</HI> and <HI>Iugurth,</HI> the boyes draw the Curtaines di&s;coue|ring <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> to whom <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> &s;peakes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>You powers of ioy: Gods of a happie bed</L>
<L>Show you are plea&s;'d, &s;i&s;ter and wife of <HI>Ioue</HI></L>
<L>High fronted <HI>Iuno</HI> and thou <HI>Carthage</HI> Patron</L>
<L>Smoth chind <HI>Appollo,</HI> both giue mode&s;t heat</L>
<L>And temperat graces.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>drawes a white ribbon forth of the</L>
<L>bed as from the wa&s;te of <HI>Sopho.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Loe I vnloo&s;e thy wa&s;te</L>
<L>She that is iu&s;t in loue is Godlike cha&s;te: <HI>Io to Hymen.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus with cornets, Organ, and voices.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Io to Hymen.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>A mode&s;t &s;ilence tho'te be thought</L>
<L>A virgins beautie and hir highe&s;t honor</L>
<L>Though ba&s;hfull fainings nicely wrought</L>
<L>Grace hir that vertue takes not in, but on hir</L>
<L>What I dare thinke I boldly &s;peake</L>
<L>After my word my well bold action ru&s;heth</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L>In open flame then pa&s;&s;ion breake</L>
<L>Where <HI>Vertue</HI> prompts, thought word, act neuer blu&s;heth.</L>
<L>Reuenging Gods who&s;e Marble hands</L>
<L>Cru&s;h faithle&s;&s;e men with a confounding terror</L>
<L>Giue meno mercy if the&s;e bands</L>
<L>I couet not with an vnfained feruor</L>
<L>Which zealous vow when ought can force me t'lame</L>
<L>Load with that plague <HI>Atlas</HI> would groane at, &s;hame. <HI>Io to Hime~.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Chorus.</SPEAKER>
<L>Io to Hymen.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;dru.</SPEAKER>
<L>Liue both high parents of &s;o happy birth</L>
<L>Your &s;temms may touch the skies and &s;haddow earth</L>
<L>Mo&s;t great in fame more great in vertue &s;hining</L>
<L>Pro&s;per O powers a iu&s;t, a &s;trong diuining. <HI>Io to Hymen.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<STAGE>Chorus.</STAGE>
<L>Io to Hymen.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Carthalo</HI> his &s;word drawne, his body wounded, his &s;hield &s;trucke full of darts: <HI>Ma&s;&s;in.</HI> being reddy for bedde.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>To bold harts Fortune, be not you amazd</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Carthage</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Carthage:</HI> be not you amazd.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> made vs not to feare, re&s;olue, &s;peake out</L>
<L><HI>The highe&s;t mi&s;ery of man is doubt:</HI> Speake <HI>Carthalo.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>The &s;tooping Sun like to &s;ome weaker Prince</L>
<L>Let his &s;hads &s;pread to an vnnaturall hugene&s;&s;e</L>
<L>When we the campe that lay at <HI>Vtica</HI></L>
<L>From <HI>Carthage</HI> di&s;tant but fiue ea&s;ie leagues</L>
<L>Di&s;cride from of the watch three hundred &s;aile</L>
<L>Vpon who&s;e tops the <HI>Roman</HI> Eagles &s;treachd</L>
<L>Their large &s;pread winges, which fan'd the euening ayre</L>
<L>To vs cold breath, for well we might di&s;cerne</L>
<L><HI>Rome</HI> &s;wam to <HI>Carthage.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hanniball</HI> our ancor is come backe, thy &s;light</L>
<L>Thy Stratagem to lead warre vnto <HI>Rome</HI></L>
<L>To quite our &s;elues, hath taught now de&s;perat <HI>Rome</HI></L>
<L>T'a&s;&s;aile our <HI>Carthage,</HI> Now the warre is here.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="6">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>He is nor ble&s;&s;d nor hone&s;t that can feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>I but to ca&s;t the wor&s;t of our di&s;tre&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>To doubt of what &s;hall be is wretchedne&s;&s;e</L>
<L><HI>Defier, Feare,</HI> and <HI>Hope,</HI> receaue no bond</L>
<L>By whom, we in our &s;elues are neuer but beyond. <HI>On.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Th'allarum beates nece&s;&s;itie of fight</L>
<L>Th'vn&s;ober euening drawes out reeling forces</L>
<L>Souldiers halfe men, who to their colors troupe</L>
<L>With fury, not with valor: whil&s;t our &s;hips</L>
<L>Vnrigd, vnu&s;d, fitter for fier then water</L>
<L>We &s;aue in our bard hauen from &s;urpri&s;e.</L>
<L>By this our army marcheth toward the &s;hore,</L>
<L>Vndi&s;ciplind young men mo&s;t bold to doe</L>
<L>If they knew how, or what, when we di&s;crie</L>
<L>A mightie du&s;t beate vp with hor&s;es houes</L>
<L>Straight Roman en&s;ignes glitter: <HI>Scipio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Scipio.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Scipio</HI> aduaunced like the God of blood</L>
<L>Leads vp grim <HI>war,</HI> that father of foule wounds</L>
<L>Who&s;e &s;inowy feete are &s;teepd in gore, who&s;e hideous voice</L>
<L>Makes turrets tremble, and whole Citties &s;hake</L>
<L>Before who&s;e browes flight and di&s;order hurry</L>
<L>With whom March <HI>Burnings, murder, wrong, wa&s;te, rapes</HI></L>
<L>Behind whom a &s;ad traine is &s;eene, <HI>Woe, Feares</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tortures, Leane, Neede, Famine,</HI> and helple&s;&s;e teares</L>
<L>Now make we equall &s;tand in mutuall vew</L>
<L>We iudg'd the <HI>Romans</HI> 18. thou&s;and foote</L>
<L>5000 Hor&s;e, we almo&s;t doubled them</L>
<L>In number not in vertue: yet in heate</L>
<L>Of youth and wine iolly and full of bloud.</L>
<L>We gaue the &s;igne of battle: &s;houts are rai&s;d</L>
<L>That &s;hooke the heauens: <HI>Pell Mell</HI> our armys ioyne</L>
<L>Hor&s;e, targets, pikes all again&s;t each appo&s;d</L>
<L>They giue fierce &s;hoke, arms thundred as they clo&s;d</L>
<L>Men couer earth which &s;traight are couered</L>
<L>With men and earth: yet doubtfull &s;tood the fight</L>
<L>More faire to <HI>Carthage;</HI> when loe as oft you &s;ee</L>
<PB REF="6">
<L>In mines of gold, when laboring &s;laues delve out</L>
<L>The riche&s;t ore, being in &s;uddaine hope</L>
<L>With &s;ome vnlookt for vaine to full their buckets</L>
<L>And &s;end huge trea&s;ure vp, a &s;uddaine damp</L>
<L>Stifles them all, their hands yet &s;tuffd with gold</L>
<L>So fell our fortunes for looke as yee &s;tood proud</L>
<L>As hopefull victors, thinking to returne</L>
<L>With &s;poiles worth triumph, wrathfull <HI>Syphax</HI> lands</L>
<L>With full ten thou&s;and &s;trong <HI>Numidian</HI> hor&s;e</L>
<L>And ions to <HI>Scipio,</HI> then loe we all were damp't</L>
<L>We fall in glu&s;ters and our wearied troups</L>
<L>Quit all: &s;laughter ran throw vs &s;traight, we flie</L>
<L><HI>Romans</HI> pur&s;ue, but <HI>Scipio</HI> &s;ounds retraite</L>
<L>As fearing traines and night: we make amaine</L>
<L>For <HI>Carthage</HI> mo&s;t, and &s;ome for <HI>Vtica</HI></L>
<L>All for our liues: new force, fre&s;h armes with &s;peed</L>
<L>You haue &s;aid truth of all: no more. I bleede.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>By.</SPEAKER>
<L>O wretched fortune.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Old Lord &s;pare thy haynes</L>
<L>What do&s;t thou thinke baldne&s;&s;e will cure thy greefe</L>
<L>What decree the <HI>Senate?</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Gelo&s;&s;o</HI> with Commi&s;&s;ions in his hand &s;cald.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gelo.</SPEAKER>
<L>Aske old <HI>Gelo&s;&s;o</HI> who returnes from them</L>
<L>Informd with fulle&s;t charge &s;trong <HI>A&s;druball</HI></L>
<L>Great <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a Carthage</HI> Generall</L>
<L>So &s;peakes the <HI>Senate:</HI> Coun&s;ell for this warre</L>
<L>In <HI>Hanno magnus, Bytheas, Carthalon.</HI></L>
<L>And vs <HI>Gelo&s;&s;o</HI> re&s;ts: Imbrace this charge</L>
<L>You neuer yet di&s;honord. <HI>A&s;druball</HI></L>
<L>High <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> by your vowes to <HI>Carthage</HI></L>
<L>By God of great-men <HI>Glory,</HI> fight for <HI>Carthage</HI></L>
<L>Ten thou&s;and &s;trong <HI>Ma&s;&s;ulians</HI> readie troupt</L>
<L>Expect their King, double that number waites</L>
<L>The leading of loud <HI>A&s;druball;</HI> beate lowde</L>
<L>Our <HI>Affrike</HI> drummes, and whil'&s;t our o're-toild foe</L>
<L>Snores on his vnlacd cask, all faint though proud</L>
<L>Through his &s;ucce&s;full fight &s;trike fre&s;h allarmes</L>
<L>Gods are not if they grace not bold iu&s;t armes.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="7">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Carthage thou &s;traight &s;halt know</L>
<L>Thy fauoures haue beene done vnto a king.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit with Asdruball and the Page.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Soph.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>My Lordst, is mo&s;t vnu&s;uall &s;uch &s;ad haps</L>
<L>Of &s;uddeine horror, &s;hould intrude mong beds</L>
<L>Of &s;oft and priuate loues; but &s;trange euents</L>
<L>Excu&s;e &s;tra~ge form's. O you that know our bloud</L>
<L>Reuenge if I doe faine: I here prote&s;t</L>
<L>Though my Lord leaue his wife a very mayde,</L>
<L>Euen this night in&s;tead of my &s;oft armes</L>
<L>Cla&s;ping his well &s;trong lims with glo&s;&s;full &s;teele,</L>
<L>Whats &s;afe to <HI>Carthage</HI> &s;hall be &s;weete to me.</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not, nor I am once ignorant</L>
<L>My choy&s;e of loue hath giuen this &s;uddein da~ger</L>
<L>To yet &s;trong <HI>Carthage:</HI> t'was I lo&s;t the fight,</L>
<L>My choice vext <HI>Syphax</HI> inrag'd <HI>Syphax</HI> &s;truk</L>
<L>Armes fate: yet <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> not repents,</L>
<L><HI>O we were Gods if that we knew euents.</HI></L>
<L>But let me Lord leaue <HI>Carthage,</HI> quit his virtue</L>
<L>I will not loue him, yet mu&s;t honor him,</L>
<L>As &s;till good Subjects mu&s;t badd Princes: Lords</L>
<L>From the mo&s;t ill-grac'd <HI>Hymeneall</HI> bedde</L>
<L>That euer <HI>Iuno</HI> frown'd at, I intreat</L>
<L>That you'le collect from our loo&s;e form'd &s;peach</L>
<L>This firme re&s;olue: that no loe Appetite</L>
<L>Of my &s;ex weaknes, can or &s;hall orecome</L>
<L>Due gratefull &s;eruice vnto you, or virtue.</L>
<L>Witne&s;&s;e ye Gods I neuer vntill now</L>
<L>Repin'd at my creation; now I wi&s;h</L>
<L>I were no woman, that my armes might &s;peake</L>
<L>My hart to <HI>Carthage:</HI> but in vaine, my tongue</L>
<L>Sweares I am woman &s;till: I talke to long.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<STAGE>Cornets a march. <HI>Enter</HI> two Pages with targets and Iauelins two Pages with torches. <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a</HI> arm'd a cape a pee. <HI>A&s;druball</HI> arm'd.</STAGE>
<PB REF="7">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ye <HI>Carthage</HI> Lords: know <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> knowes</L>
<L>Not only terms of honor: but his actions</L>
<L>Nor mu&s;t I now inlarge how much my cau&s;e</L>
<L>Hath dangerd <HI>Carthage</HI> but how I may &s;how</L>
<L>My &s;elfe mo&s;t pre&s;t to &s;atisfaction</L>
<L>The loath&s;ome &s;taine of Kings <HI>Ingratitude</HI></L>
<L>From me O much be farre, and &s;ince this torrent</L>
<L>Warres rage admits no Ancor: &s;ince the billow</L>
<L>Is ri&s;en &s;o high we may not hull but yeelde</L>
<L>This ample &s;tate to &s;troke of &s;peedy &s;words</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What you with &s;ober ha&s;t hath well decreed</L>
<L>Weele put to &s;uddaine armes: no not this night</L>
<L>The&s;e dainties this fir&s;t fruits of nuptials</L>
<L>That well might giue excu&s;e for feeble lingrings</L>
<L>Shall hinder <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a. Appetite</HI></L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;es, loues, dalliance and what &s;ofter ioyes</L>
<L>The <HI>Venus</HI> of the plea&s;ing&s;t ea&s;e can mini&s;ter</L>
<L>I quit you all: <HI>Vertue</HI> perforce is <HI>Vice</HI></L>
<L>But he that may, yet holds, is manly wi&s;e</L>
<L>Loe then ye Lords of <HI>Carthage,</HI> to your tru&s;t</L>
<L>I leaue all <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> trea&s;ure by the oath</L>
<L>Of right good men &s;tand to my fortune iu&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>Mo&s;t hard it is for great harts to mi&s;trust.</HI></L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>We vow by all high powers.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>No doe not &s;weare.</L>
<L>I was not borne &s;o &s;mall to doubt or feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Worthy my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace my eares are &s;teele</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not heare thy much inticing voice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>By <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a, Sophoni&s;ba</HI> &s;peakes</L>
<L>Worthy his wife: goe with as high a hand</L>
<L>As worth can reare, I will not &s;tay my Lord</L>
<L>Fight for our country, vent thy youthfull heate</L>
<L>In field not beds, the fruite of honor <HI>Fame</HI></L>
<L>Be rather gotten then the oft di&s;grace</L>
<L>Of haple&s;&s;e parents, children, goe be&s;t man</L>
<L>And make me proud to be a &s;oldiers wife</L>
<L>That valews his renoune aboue faint plea&s;ures</L>
<L>Thinke euery honor that doth grace thy &s;word</L>
<L>Trebbles my loue: by thee I haue no lu&s;t</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>But of thy glory: be&s;t lights of heauen with thee</L>
<L>Like wonder &s;tand, or fall, &s;o though thou die</L>
<L>My fortunes may be wretched, but not I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wondrous creature, euen fit for Gods not men</L>
<L>Nature made all the re&s;t of thy faire &s;ex</L>
<L>As weake e&s;&s;aies, to make thee a patterne</L>
<L>Of what can be in woman. Long Farewell.</L>
<L>Hees &s;ure vnconquer'd in whom thou do&s;t dwell</L>
<L><HI>Carthage Palladium.</HI> See that glorious lampe</L>
<L>Who&s;e lifefull pre&s;ence giueth &s;uddaine flight</L>
<L>To phan&s;ies, fogs, feares, &s;leepe, and &s;lothfull night</L>
<L>Spreads day vpon the world: march &s;wift amaine</L>
<L>Fame got with lo&s;&s;e of breath is godlike gaine.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Ladies draw the curtaines about <HI>Sophoni&s;ba,</HI> the re&s;t accompany <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> forth, the <HI>Cornets</HI> and <HI>Organs</HI> playing loud full Mu&s;icke for the Act.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>Actus Primi. FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="act">
<HEAD>Actus Secundi.</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Prima.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Whil'&s;t the Mu&s;icke for the fir&s;t <HI>Act</HI> &s;oundes <HI>Hanno, Car|thalo, Bytheas, Gelo&s;&s;o enter:</HI> They place them&s;elues to Coun&s;ell, <HI>Gi&s;co</HI> th'impoi&s;ner waiting on them, <HI>Han|no, Carthalo,</HI> and <HI>Bytheas,</HI> &s;etting their hands to a writing, which being offer'd to <HI>Gelo&s;&s;o,</HI> he denies his hand, and as much offended impati|ently &s;tarts vp and &s;peakes.</STAGE>
<PB REF="8">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>GEl.</SPEAKER>
<L>My hand? my hand? rotte fir&s;t, wither in aged &s;hame</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wil you be &s;o vn&s;ea&s;onably wood?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Byt.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold &s;uch prepo&s;terous zeale as &s;tand again&s;t the full decree of Senate? all think fitte.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay mo&s;t vneuitable nece&s;&s;arie</L>
<L>For Carthage &s;afty, and the now &s;ole good</L>
<L>Of pre&s;ent &s;tate, that wee mu&s;t breake all faith</L>
<L>With <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa:</HI> whil&s;t he fights abroad</L>
<L>Lets gaine backe <HI>Syphax,</HI> making him our owne</L>
<L>By giuing <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> to his bed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> is <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sas</HI> greater, and his force</L>
<L>Shall giue more &s;ide to <HI>Cartthage;</HI> as fors queene</L>
<L>And her wi&s;e father, they loue <HI>Carthage</HI> fate,</L>
<L><HI>Profit, and Hone&s;ty, are one in state.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>And what decrees our very vertuous &s;enate</L>
<L>Of worthy <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a</HI> that now fightes</L>
<L>and (leauing wife and bed) bleeds in good armes</L>
<L>For right old <HI>Carthage?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thus tis thougt fit</L>
<L>Hir father <HI>A&s;druball</HI> on &s;udeine &s;hall take in</L>
<L>Reuolted <HI>Siphax;</HI> &s;o with doubled &s;trength</L>
<L>Before that <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa</HI> &s;hall &s;u&s;pect,</L>
<L>Slaughter boeth <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a</HI> and his troupes,</L>
<L>And likewi&s;e &s;trike with his deepe &s;tratagem</L>
<L>A &s;uddeine weaknes into <HI>Scipios</HI> armes,</L>
<L>By drawing &s;uch alim from the maine body</L>
<L>Of his yet powerfull armie: which being don</L>
<L>Dead <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sas</HI> kingdom we decree</L>
<L>To <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> and great <HI>A&s;druball</HI></L>
<L>For their con&s;ent, &s;o this &s;wift plot &s;hall bring</L>
<L>Two crowns to hir, make <HI>A&s;druball</HI> a king.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>So fir&s;t faithes breach, adultery, murder, theft,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>What els?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay all is don no mi&s;cheif left</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Pi&s;h pro&s;perous &s;ucce&s;&s;e giues blacke&s;t actions glory,</L>
<L>The means are vnremembred in mo&s;t &s;tory.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let me not &s;ay Gods are not.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>This is fit</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L>Conque&s;t by bloud is not &s;o &s;weet as wit,</L>
<L>For how &s;oere nice vertue cen&s;ures of it,</L>
<L>He hath the grace of warre, that hath wars profit.</L>
<L>But Carthage well adui&s;de, that &s;tates comes on,</L>
<L>With &s;low aduice, quicke execution,</L>
<L>Haue here an Engineere long bred for plots,</L>
<L>Cal'd an impoi&s;ner, who knows this &s;ound excu&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>The onely dew that makes men &s;prout in Courtes, is v&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be't well or ill, his thrift is to be mute,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such &s;laues mu&s;t act commands, and not di&s;pute.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knowing foule deedes with danger do begin</HI></L>
<L><HI>But with rewardes do end: Sin is no &s;in</HI></L>
<L><HI>But in re&s;pects&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Politique Lord, &s;peake low tho heauen beares</L>
<L>A face far from vs, Gods haue mo&s;t long eares,</L>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> has a hundred marble marble hands</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>O I, in Poetry or Tragique &s;ceane.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>I feare Gods onely know what Poets mean.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet heare me: I will &s;peake clo&s;e truth and cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Nothing in Nature is vn&s;erui&s;able,</L>
<L>No, not euen <HI>Inutility</HI> it &s;elfe,</L>
<L>Is then for nought di&s;hone&s;ty in beeing,</L>
<L>And if it be &s;omtimes of forced v&s;e,</L>
<L>Wherein more vrgent then in &s;auing nations</L>
<L>State &s;hapes are &s;oderd vp, with ba&s;e, nay faulty</L>
<L>Yet nece&s;&s;ary functions; &s;ome mu&s;t lie,</L>
<L>Some mu&s;t betray, &s;ome murder, and &s;ome all,</L>
<L>Each hath &s;trong v&s;e, as poyson in all purges</L>
<L>Yet when &s;ome violent chance &s;hall force a &s;tate,</L>
<L>To breake giuen faith, or plot &s;ome &s;tratagems,</L>
<L>Princes a&s;cribe that vile nece&s;&s;ity</L>
<L>Vnto Heauens wrath: and &s;ure tho't be no vice,</L>
<L>Yet t'is bad chance: &s;tates mu&s;t not &s;tick to nice</L>
<L>For <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;as</HI> death &s;ence bids forgiue</L>
<L>Beware to offend greate men and let them liue</L>
<L>For tis of empires body the mayne arme,</L>
<L><HI>He that will do no good &s;hall doe no harme:</HI> yow haue my mind.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gel.</SPEAKER>
<L>Although a &s;tagelike pa&s;sion &amp; weake heate</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L>Full of an empty wording might &s;ute age</L>
<L>Know Ile &s;peake &s;trongly truth: Lordes neere mi&s;tru&s;t</L>
<L>That he who'le not betray a priuate man</L>
<L>For his country, will neer betray his country</L>
<L>For priuate men; then giue <HI>Gelo&s;so</HI> faith</L>
<L>If treachery in &s;tate be &s;eruiceable,</L>
<L>Let hangmen doe it: I am bound to loo&s;e</L>
<L>My life but not my honour for my country;</L>
<L>Our vow, our faith, our oath, why th'are our &s;elues</L>
<L>And he thats faithle&s;&s;e to his proper &s;elfe,</L>
<L>May be excu&s;d if he breake faith with princes:</L>
<L>The Gods a&s;si&s;t ju&s;t hearts, &amp; &s;tates that tru&s;t,</L>
<L>Plots before <HI>Prouidence</HI> are to&s;t like du&s;t.</L>
<L>For <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa:</HI> (O let me &s;lake a little</L>
<L>Au&s;tere di&s;cour&s;e and cell <HI>Humanitie</HI>)</L>
<L>Me thinkes I heare him cry. O fight for <HI>Carthage,</HI></L>
<L>Charge home, wounds &s;mart not, for that &s;o ju&s;t &s;o great</L>
<L>So good a Citty: me thinks I &s;ee him yet</L>
<L>Leaue his faire bride euen on his nuptiall night</L>
<L>To buckle on his armes for <HI>Carthage:</HI> Harke-</L>
<L>Yet, yet, I heare him cry&mdash; <HI>Ingratitude</HI></L>
<L>Vile &s;taine of man. O ouer be mo&s;t far</L>
<L>From <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sas</HI> brea&s;t: vp, march amaine,</L>
<L>Fame got with lo&s;&s;e of breath, is godlike gaine.</L>
<L>And &s;ee by this he bleedes in doubtfull fight:</L>
<L>And cries for <HI>Carthage,</HI> whil&s;t <HI>Carthage&mdash; Memory</HI></L>
<L>For&s;ake <HI>Gelo&s;so,</HI> would I could not think:</L>
<L>Nor heare, nor bee, When <HI>Carthage</HI> is</L>
<L>So infinitely vile: &s;ee &s;ee looke here,</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Cornets. Enter two V&s;hers. Sophoni&s;ba. Zanthia. Arcathia. Hanno Bytheas and Carthalo pre&s;ent Sophoni&s;ba with a paper, which &s;hee hauing peru&s;ed, after a &s;hort &s;ilence speakes</STAGE>
<SP>
<L>Who &s;peakes? what mute? fair plot: what? blu&s;h to breake it?</L>
<L>How lewd to act when &s;o &s;ham'd but to &s;peake it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the Senates firme decrees</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sopho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Is this the Senates firme decree?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>It is</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sopho.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hath <HI>Syphax</HI> entertaind the &s;tratagem?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>No doubt he hath, or will.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>My an&s;wers thus,</L>
</SP>
<L>Whats &s;afe to <HI>Carthage,</HI> &s;hall be &s;weet to me</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right worthy</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>Roiale&s;t</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>O very wo+man!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>But tis not &s;afe for <HI>Carthage</HI> to de&s;troy,</L>
<L>Be mo&s;t vniu&s;t, cunninglie politique,</L>
<L>Your heads &s;till vnder Heauen, O tru&s;t to fate,</L>
<L><HI>Gods prosper more a iust then crafty &s;tate.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Tis le&s;&s;e di&s;grace to haue a pitied lo&s;se</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then &s;hamefull victory.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>O very Angel!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>We all haue &s;worne good <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa</HI> faith,</L>
<L>Speach makes vs men, and thers no other bond</L>
<L>Twixt man and man, but words: O equall Gods</L>
<L>Make vs once know the con&s;equence of vowes&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>And wee &s;hall hate faith-breakers wor&s;e then man-eaters</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha! good <HI>Gelo&s;so</HI> is thy breath not here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>You doe me wrong as long as I can die,</L>
<L>Doubt you that old <HI>Gela&s;so</HI> can be vile?</L>
<L>States may afflict, tax, orture, but our mindes</L>
<L>Are o~ly &s;worne to <HI>Ioue:</HI> I greiue and yet am proud</L>
<L>That I alone am hone&s;t: high powers you know</L>
<L>Virtue is &s;eldom &s;eene with troupes to goe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Excellent man <HI>Carthage</HI> &amp; <HI>Rome</HI> &s;hall fall</L>
<L>Before thy fame: our Lords know I the wor&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods fore&s;aw, tis fate we thus are forc'd</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Gods naught fore&s;ee, but &s;ee, for to their eyes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Naught is to come, or pa&s;t,</HI> Nor are you vile</L>
<L>Becau&s;e the Gods fore&s;ee: <HI>for Gods and We</HI></L>
<L><HI>See as thinges are things are not, for we &s;ee</HI></L>
<L>But &s;ince affected wi&s;dom in vs Women</L>
<L>Is our &s;ex highe&s;t folly: I am &s;ilent,</L>
<L>I cannot &s;peake le&s;&s;e well, vnle&s;&s;e I were</L>
<L>More void of goodne&s;&s;e: Lordes of <HI>Carthage,</HI> thus</L>
<L>The ayre and earth of <HI>Carthage</HI> owes my body,</L>
<L>It is their &s;eruant; what decree they of it?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>That you remoue to <HI>Cirta,</HI> to the pallace</L>
<L>Of well form'd <HI>Syphax,</HI> who with longing eyes</L>
<L>Meetes you: he that giues way to <HI>Fate</HI> is wi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="10">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>I goe: what power can make me wretched? what euill</L>
<L>Is there in life to him, that knowes lifes lo&s;&s;e</L>
<L>To be no euill: &s;how, &s;how thy vglie&s;t brow</L>
<L>O mo&s;t blacke chaunce: make me a wretched &s;tory</L>
<L><HI>Without mi&s;fortune Vertue hath no glorie</HI></L>
<L>Oppo&s;ed trees makes tempe&s;ts &s;how their power</L>
<L>And waues forc'd back by rocks maks <HI>Neptune</HI> tower</L>
<L>Tearele&s;&s;e O &s;ee a miracle of life</L>
<L>A maide, a widdow, yet a haple&s;&s;e wife.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Cornets. Sopho. accompanied with the Senators depart, onely Gelo&s;&s;o &s;taies.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>A prodegy! let nature run cro&s;&s;e legd</L>
<L><HI>Ops</HI> goe vpon thy head, let <HI>Neptune</HI> burne</L>
<L>Cold <HI>Saturne</HI> cracke with heate for now the world</L>
<L>Hath &s;eene a <HI>Woman:</HI></L>
<L>Leape nimbled lightning from <HI>Ioues</HI> ample &s;hield</L>
<L>And make at length, an end, the proud hot breath</L>
<L>Of thee contemning <HI>Greatne&s;&s;e,</HI> the huge drought</L>
<L>Of &s;ole &s;elfe louing va&s;t <HI>Ambition.</HI></L>
<L>Th'vnnaturall &s;corching heate of all tho&s;e lamps</L>
<L>Thou reard'&s;t to yeeld a temperate fruitfull heat</L>
<L>Relentle&s;&s;e rage who&s;e hart hath no one drop</L>
<L>Of humane pittie: all all loudly cry</L>
<L>Thy brand O <HI>Ioue,</HI> for know the world is dry</L>
<L>O let <HI>A generall end</HI> &s;aue <HI>Carthage</HI> fame</L>
<L>When worlds doe burne vn&s;eens a Citties flame.</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus</HI> in me is great: <HI>Carthage</HI> mu&s;t fall</L>
<L><HI>Ioue hats all vice but vows breach worst of all.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Secunda.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cornets &s;ound a charge: Enter Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a in his gorget and &s;hert, &s;hield, &s;word, his arme tran&s;fixt with a dart Iugurth followes with his curaes and caske.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mount vs againe, giue vs another hor&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iug.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vncle your bloud flows fa&s;t, pray ye withdraw</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Iugurth</HI> I cannot bleed too fa&s;t. too much</L>
<L>For that &s;o great, &s;o iu&s;t &s;o royall <HI>Carthage</HI></L>
<L>My wound &s;marts not, blouds lo&s;&s;e maks me not faint</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>For that lou'de Citty, O Nephew let me tell thee,</L>
<L>How good that <HI>Carthage</HI> is: it nouri&s;hde me,</L>
<L>And when full time gaue me fit &s;trength for loue,</L>
<L>The mo&s;t adored creature of the citty.</L>
<L>To vs before great <HI>Syphax</HI> did they yeeld,</L>
<L>Faire, noble, mode&s;t, and boue all, my,</L>
<L>My <HI>Sophoni&s;ba,</HI> O <HI>Iugurth</HI> my &s;trength doubles</L>
<L>I know not how to turne a coward, drop</L>
<L>In feeble ba&s;enes, I cannot: giue me hor&s;e,</L>
<L>Know I am <HI>Carthage</HI> very creature, and I am gracde,</L>
<L>That I may bleed for them: giue me fre&s;h hor&s;e,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iug.</SPEAKER>
<L>He that doth publike good for multitude,</L>
<L>Findes few are truely gratefull,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Iugurth,</HI> fie you mu&s;t not &s;ay &s;o, <HI>Iugurth,</HI></L>
<L>Some common weales melt at a noble hart,</L>
<L>Too forward bleeds abrode and bleed bemond,</L>
<L>But not reuengd at home, but <HI>Carthage,</HI> fie</L>
<L>It cannot be vngrate, faithles through feare,</L>
<L>It cannot <HI>Iugurth: Sophoni&s;ba's</HI> there,</L>
<L>Beat a fre&s;h charge.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter A&s;drubal his &s;word drawne reading a letter Gi&s;co follows him</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sound the retraite, re&s;pect your health braue Prince,</L>
<L>The wa&s;te of blood throw's palenes on your face,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>By light, my harts not pale: O my lou'd father,</L>
<L>We bleed for <HI>Carthage</HI> Bal&s;um to my woundes,</L>
<L>We bleede for <HI>Carthage:</HI> &s;hals re&s;tore the fight?</L>
<L>My &s;quadron of Ma&s;&s;ulians yet &s;tands firme.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L>The day lookes off from <HI>Carthage</HI> cea&s;e allarms</L>
<L><HI>A modest temperance is the life of armes,</HI></L>
<L>Take our be&s;t &s;urgeon <HI>Gi&s;co,</HI> he is &s;ent</L>
<L>From <HI>Carthage</HI> to attend your chance of warre,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gi&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>We promi&s;e &s;udden ea&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy co~forts good</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L>That nothing can &s;ecure vs but thy blood:</L>
<L>Infu&s;e it in his wound, t'will worke amaine,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gi&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L>What <HI>Ioue?</HI> thy God mu&s;t be thy gain</L>
<L>And as for me. <HI>Apollo Pythean</HI></L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>Thou know'&s;t, a &s;tati&s;t mu&s;t not be a man.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit Adru.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter Gelo&s;&s;o di&s;gui&s;ed like an olde &s;oldier, deliuering to Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a (as he preparing to be dre&s;&s;ed by Gi&s;co) a letter which Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a reading, starts and &s;peakes to Gi&s;co.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forbeare, how art thou cald?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gi.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Gi&s;co</HI> my Lord.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vm, <HI>Gi&s;co,</HI> ha, touch not mine arme, mo&s;t onely man, <HI>to Gelo&s;&s;o.</HI></L>
<L>Sirrha, firrha, art poore?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gi.</SPEAKER>
<L>not poore.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nephew co~mand</L>
<STAGE>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa begins to drawe.</STAGE>
<L>Our troupes of hor&s;e make indi&s;gracde retraite,</L>
<L>Trot ea&s;ie off: not poore: <HI>Iugurth</HI> giue charge,</L>
<STAGE>Exit Iugurth.</STAGE>
<L>My &s;ouldiers &s;tand in &s;quare battalia,</L>
<L>Intirely of them&s;elues: <HI>Gi&s;co</HI> th'art old,</L>
<L>Tis time to leaue off murder, thy faint breath.</L>
<L>Scarce heaues thy ribs, thy gummy bloud-&s;hut eyes,</L>
<L>Are &s;unke a great way in thee, thy lanke skinne,</L>
<L>Slides from thy fle&s;hle&s;h veines: be good to men,</L>
<L>Iudge him yee Gods, I had not life to kill</L>
<L>So ba&s;e a Creature, hold <HI>Gi&s;co</HI> () liue,</L>
<L>The God-like part of Kings is to forgiue,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gi&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Command a&s;toni&s;hd <HI>Gi&s;co.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>No returne.</L>
<L>Ha&s;te vnto <HI>Carthage:</HI> quit thy abiect feares,</L>
<L><HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa</HI> knowes no v&s;e of murderers.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Iugurth amazde, his &s;word drawne.</STAGE>
<L>Speake, &s;peake, let terror &s;trike &s;laues mute.</L>
<L>Much danger makes great hartes mo&s;t re&s;olute,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iug.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vnkle I feare foule armes, my &s;elfe beheld,</L>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> on high &s;peed run his well breathde hor&s;e,</L>
<L>Direct to <HI>Cirta</HI> that mo&s;t beauteous Citty,</L>
<L>Of all his kingdome: whil&s;t his troupes of hor&s;e</L>
<L>With careles trot pace gently toward our campe,</L>
<L>As friendes to <HI>Carthage,</HI> &s;tand on guard deere vnckle&punc;</L>
<L>For <HI>A&s;drubal</HI> with yet his well rankt armie,</L>
<L>Bends a deepe threatning brow to vs as if,</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L>He waited but to ioyne with <HI>Syphax</HI> hor&s;e</L>
<L>And hew vs all to peeces: O my King</L>
<L>My Vnele, Father, Captaine O ouer <HI>All</HI></L>
<L>Stand like thy &s;elfe or like thy &s;elfe now fall</L>
<L>Thy troups yet hold good ground: Vnworthy wounds</L>
<L>Betray not <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Iugurth</HI> pluck</L>
<L>Pluck, &s;o, good cuz.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iug.</SPEAKER>
<L>O God doe you not feele?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not <HI>Iugurth</HI> no, now all my fle&s;h is &s;teele.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gela.</SPEAKER>
<L>Of ba&s;e di&s;gui&s;e: <HI>High lights</HI> &s;corne not to vew</L>
<L>A true old man:L vp <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> throw</L>
<L>The lot of battle vpon <HI>Syphax</HI> troups</L>
<L>Before he ioyne with <HI>Carthage:</HI> then amaine</L>
<L>Make through to <HI>Scipio,</HI> he yeelds &s;afe abods</L>
<L>Spare treacherie, and &s;trike the very Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why wa&s;t thou borne at <HI>Carthage,</HI> O my fate</L>
<L>Diuine&s;t <HI>Sophoni&s;ba!</HI> I am full</L>
<L>Of much complaint, and many pa&s;&s;ions,</L>
<L>The lea&s;t of which expre&s;d would &s;ad the Gods</L>
<L>And &s;trike compa&s;&s;ion in mo&s;t ruthle&s;&s;e hell</L>
<L>Vp vnmaimd hart &s;pend all thy greefe and rage</L>
<L>Vpon thy foe: the fields a &s;oldiers &s;tage</L>
<L>On which his action &s;hows: If you are iu&s;t</L>
<L>And hate tho&s;e that contemne you, O you Gods</L>
<L>Reuenge worthy your anger, your anger, O,</L>
<L>Downeman, vp hart, &s;toup <HI>Ioue</HI> and bend thy chin</L>
<L>To thy large bre&s;t, giue &s;igne th'art plea&s;d, and iu&s;t</L>
<L>Sweare, good mens forheads mu&s;t not print the du&s;t</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Tertia.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter A&s;druball, Hanno, Bytheas.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>What <HI>Carthage</HI> hath decreed, <HI>Hanno</HI> is done</L>
<L>Aduauncd and borne was <HI>A&s;druball</HI> for &s;tate</L>
<L>Onely with it his faith, his loue, his hate</L>
<L>Are of one peece: were it my daughters life</L>
<L>That fate hath &s;ong to <HI>Carthage</HI> &s;afetie brings</L>
<L>What deed &s;o red but hath beene done by Kings?</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L><HI>Ephiginia,</HI> he thats a man for men,</L>
<L>Ambitious as a God, mu&s;t like a God</L>
<L>Liue cleare from pa&s;&s;ions, his full aimdeat end</L>
<L>Immence to others, &s;ole &s;elfe to comprehend</L>
<L>Round in's own globe, not to bee clap&s;'d but holds</L>
<L>Within him all, his hart being of more foldes</L>
<L>Then &s;heeld of <HI>Telamon</HI> not to be peirced tho &s;truck</L>
<L>The God of wi&s;emen is them&s;elues, not lucke.</L>
<STAGE>Enter Gisco.</STAGE>
<L>See him by whom now <HI>Ma&s;&s;iui&s;&s;a</HI> is not</L>
<L><HI>Gi&s;co</HI> i'&s;t done?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Gis.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your pardon worthy Lord,</L>
<L>It is not don, my heart &s;unke in my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>His virtue mazd me, faintnes &s;ea&s;d me all,</L>
<L><HI>Some Gods in Kinges that will not let them fall.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>His virtue mazde thee, (vm) why now I &s;ee</L>
<L>Thart that iu&s;t man that hath true touch of blood,</L>
<L>Of pitty and &s;oft piety: Forgiue?</L>
<L>Yes honour thee, wee did it but to trye</L>
<L>What &s;en&s;e thou had&s;t of blood: goe <HI>Bytheas</HI></L>
<L>Take him into our priuate trea&s;urie</L>
<L>And cut his throate, the &s;laue hath all betraide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>By.</SPEAKER>
<L>Are you a&s;&s;ured?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>A feard for this I know</L>
<L><HI>Who thinketh to buy villany with golde,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Shall euer find &s;uch faith &s;o bought &s;o &s;olde.</HI></L>
<L>Reward him thorowly.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>A &s;houte the Cornets giuing a flori&s;h.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Han.</SPEAKER>
<L>What meanes this &s;houte?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Asd.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Hanno</HI> tis don: <HI>Scyphax</HI> reuolt by this</L>
<L>Hath &s;ecurd Carthage: and now his force come in</L>
<L>And ioynde with vs giue <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> charge,</L>
<L>And a&s;&s;ured &s;laughter: O ye powers for giue,</L>
<L>Through rotten&s;t dung be&s;t pla~ts both &s;prout &amp; liue</L>
<L>By blood vines grow.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>But yet thinke <HI>Asdruball</HI></L>
<L>Tis fit at lea&s;t you beare greefes outward &s;howe,</L>
<L>It is your kin&s;man bleedes: what neede men knowe.</L>
<L>Your hand is in his wounds, tis well in &s;tate,</L>
<L>To doe clo&s;e ill; but voide a publique hate.</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="13">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Asd.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tu&s;h <HI>Hanno</HI> let me pro&s;per let routs prate,</L>
<L>My power &s;hall force their &s;ilence or my hate,</L>
<L>Shall skorne their idle malice: men of waight</L>
<L>Know, he that feares enuy let him cea&s;e to raigne,</L>
<L>The peoples hate to &s;ome hath bin their gaine.</L>
<L>For how&s;o ere a Monarke fames his partes,</L>
<L>Steale anie thing from Kinges but &s;ubiects hartes.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Carthalo</HI> leading in bound <HI>Gelo&s;&s;o.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Gard, gard the campe, make to the trench &s;tand firme</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Gods of boldnes with vs, how runs chance?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Think, think how wretched thou can&s;t be, thou art,</L>
<L>Short wordes &s;hall &s;peake long woes:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>marke <HI>Asdruball.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our bloody plot to <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> eare</L>
<L>Vntimely by this Lord was all betraide.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>By me, it was, by mee vile <HI>Asdruball,</HI></L>
<L>Iioy to &s;peakt.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Downe &s;laue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cannot fall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Our traines di&s;clo&s;d, &s;traight to his well v&s;de armes</L>
<L>He tooke him&s;elfe, ro&s;e vp with all his force,</L>
<L>On <HI>Syphax</HI> careles troupes (<HI>Syphax</HI> beeing hurried</L>
<L>Before to Cirta feareles of &s;ucce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>impatient <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> to inioy.)</L>
<L><HI>Gelo&s;&s;o</HI> rides to head of all our &s;quadrons.</L>
<L>Commandes make &s;tand in thy name <HI>Asdruball,</HI></L>
<L>In mine, in his, in all: dull re&s;t our men,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> now with more then fury,</L>
<L>Chargeth the loo&s;e and much amazed rankes,</L>
<L>Of ab&s;ent <HI>Syphax:</HI> who with broken &s;houte,</L>
<L>(In vaine expecting Carthage &s;econdings)</L>
<L>Giue faint repul&s;e: a &s;econd charge is giuen</L>
<L>Then looke as when a Fawcon towrs aloft</L>
<L>Whole &s;hoales of foule and flocks of le&s;&s;er birdes,</L>
<L>Crouch fearefully and diue &s;ome among &s;edge,</L>
<L>Some creepe in brakes: &s;o <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> &s;word</L>
<L>Brandi&s;ht aloft, to&s;&s;d'bout his &s;hining cask,</L>
<L>Made &s;toope whole&s;o adrons, quick as thought he &s;trikes,</L>
<L>Here hurles he dartes? and there his rage &s;trong arme,</L>
<L>Fights foote to foote: heere cryes he &s;trike: they &s;inke</L>
<PB REF="13">
<L>And then grim &s;laughter followes, for by this</L>
<L>As men betraide, they cur&s;e vs, dye, or &s;lye, or both</L>
<L>Of ten &s;ixe thou&s;and fell: Now was I come</L>
<L>And &s;traight perceaud all Bled by his vile plot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vile? good plot, my good plot <HI>Asdruball.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>I forcd our army beat a running march,</L>
<L>But <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> &s;trooke his &s;purs apace</L>
<L>Vpon his &s;peedy hor&s;e, leaues &s;laugh tering</L>
<L>All flye to <HI>Scipio</HI> who with open rankes</L>
<L>In view receaues them: All could effect</L>
<L>Was but to gaine him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dye.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ge.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do what thou can,</L>
<L>Thou can&s;t but kill a weake old hone&s;t man.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>&s;cipio</HI> and <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> by this &s;trike</L>
<L>Their cla&s;ped palmes, then vow an endles loue,</L>
<STAGE>Gelo&s;&s;o departes guarded</STAGE>
<L>&s;traight a ioynt &s;houte they rai&s;e, then turne they brea&s;tes</L>
<L>Direct on vs march &s;trongly toward our campe</L>
<L>As if they darde vs fight, O <HI>Asdruball.</HI></L>
<L>I feare theile force our campe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Breake vp and flye,</L>
<L>This was your plot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>But t'was thy &s;hame to choo&s;e it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>He that forbids not offence he dos it.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>The cur&s;e of womens <HI>wordes</HI> go vvith you: fly,</L>
<L>You are no villaines, Gods and men, vvhich vvay?</L>
<L>Adui&s;e vile thinges.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vile?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As</SPEAKER>
<L>I.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>By.</SPEAKER>
<L>you did al</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Did you not plot?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yeelded not <HI>Asdruball?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>But you intic'd me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hovv?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As</SPEAKER>
<L>With hope of place.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>He that for vvealth leaues faith is abiect.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>ba&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not prouoke my &s;vvord, I liue.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ca.</SPEAKER>
<L>More &s;hame.</L>
<L>T'out liue thy virtue and thy once great name.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vpbraide yee me?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Car.</SPEAKER>
<L>Knovv that only thou</L>
<L>Art treacherous: thou &s;hould&s;t haue had a crovvne.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ha.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou did&s;t all, all he for vvhome mi&s;chiefes don</L>
<L>He dos it. <HI>Asd.</HI> &mdash;Brode skorne oppen faind povvers</L>
<L>Make good the campe, no, fly, yes, vvhat? vvild rage,</L>
<L>To be a pro&s;perous villane yet &s;ome heate &s;ome hold,</L>
<L>But to burne temples and yet free&s;e, O cold.</L>
<L><HI>Giue me &s;ome health, now your bloud &s;inkes: thus deedes</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ill nouri&s;ht rot, without Ioue naught &s;ucceedes.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Exeunt.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>Actus Secunds. Finis.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="3" TYPE="act">
<PB REF="14">
<HEAD><STAGE><HI>Organ</HI> mixt with Recorders for this Act.</STAGE> Actus Tertii,</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Prima.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> his dagger twon about her haire drags in <HI>So|phoni&s;ba</HI> in hir night gowne petticoate and <HI>Zanthia</HI> &amp; <HI>Vaugue following.</HI></L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t wee intreat? &s;ue to &s;uch &s;queami&s;h eares,</L>
<L>Know <HI>Syphax</HI> has no knees, his eyes no teares,</L>
<L>Inraged loue is &s;en&s;eles of remorce,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt, thou mu&s;t. Kings glory is their force.</L>
<L>Thou art in Cirta, in my Pallace Foole</L>
<L>Do&s;t thinke he pittieth teares, that knowes to rule.</L>
<L>For all thy &s;cornefull eyes thy proud di&s;daine,</L>
<L>And late contempt of vs now weele reuenge,</L>
<L>Breake &s;tubborne &s;cilence: looke Ile tack thy head</L>
<L>To the low earth, whil&s;t &s;tre~gth of too black knaues,</L>
<L>Thy limbes all wide &s;hall &s;traine: praier fitteth &s;laues.</L>
<L>Our court&s;hip bee our force: re&s;t calme as &s;leepe,</L>
<L>Els at this quake, harke, harke, wee cannot weepe.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> bee inforc'd?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can? &s;ee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou maie&s;t inforce my body but not mee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Not?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>No?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No off with thy loathed armes</L>
<L>That lye more heauy on me then the chaines,</L>
<L>That weare deepe wrinckles in the captiues limbes</L>
<L>I do be&s;eech thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be but a bea&s;t,</L>
<L>Be but a bea&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not offend a power</L>
<L>Can make thee more then wretched: yeelde to him</L>
<L>To whom fate yeeldes: Know <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> dead,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>dead?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>To Gods of goodmen &s;hame</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Help <HI>vangue</HI> my &s;trong blood boiles.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>O &s;aue thine owne (yet) fame.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>All appetite is deafe, I will I mu&s;t.</L>
<L>Achilles armour could not beare out lu&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hold thy &s;trong arme and heare my <HI>Syphax</HI> know,</L>
<L>I am thy &s;eruant now: I needes mu&s;t loue thee</L>
<PB REF="14">
<L>For (O my &s;ex forgiue) I mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Wee not affect prote&s;ting feeblenes.</L>
<L>Intreats faint blu&s;hings, timerous mode&s;ty,</L>
<L>We thinke our louer is but little man,</L>
<L>Who is &s;o full of woman: Know faire Prince</L>
<L>Loues &s;tronge&s;t armes not rude: for we &s;till proue</L>
<L>Without &s;ome fury thers no ardent loue.</L>
<L>We loue our loues impatience of delay,</L>
<L>Our noble &s;ex was onely borne t'obay</L>
<L>To him that dares commaund.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why this is well.</L>
<L>Th'excu&s;e is good: wipe thy faire eyes our Queene,</L>
<L>Make proud thy head now feele: more frendly &s;tre~gth</L>
<L>Of thy Lordes arme: come touch my rougher skin.</L>
<L>With thy &s;oft lip <HI>Zanthia</HI> dre&s;&s;e our bed</L>
<L>Forget ould loues and clip him that through blood,</L>
<L>And hell acquir's his Wi&s;h thinke not but ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>The flori&s;h fore loues fight is <HI>Venus</HI> bli&s;&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Great dreadfull Lord by thy affection</L>
<L>Grant mee one boone, know I haue made a vow,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vow? what vow? &s;peake.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay if you take offe~ce</L>
<L>Let my &s;oule &s;uffer fir&s;t and yet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>offence?</L>
<L>Not <HI>Sophoni&s;ba,</HI> hold, thy vow is free,</L>
<L>As:&mdash;come thy lips.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas cro&s;&s;e mi&s;ery</L>
<L>As I do wi&s;h to liue <HI>I</HI> long to inioy,</L>
<L>Your warme imbrace, but O my vow tis thus,</L>
<L>If euer my Lord died I vowed to him,</L>
<L>A mo&s;t, mo&s;t priuate &s;acrifice, before</L>
<L>I touched a &s;econd &s;pou&s;e: all I implore.</L>
<L>Is but this liberty:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>This? goe obtaine</L>
<L>What time?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>One hower.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>&s;weet, good &s;peed &s;peed adew</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Syphax</HI> tru&s;t no more then thou mai&s;t view.</L>
<L><HI>Vangue</HI> &s;hall &s;tay</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>He &s;tayes.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> a <HI>Page</HI> deliuering a letter to <HI>Sopho.</HI> which &s;hee priuately reads.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Zanthia, Zanthia</HI></L>
<L>Thou art not &s;oule, go to, &s;ome Lords are oft</L>
<PB REF="15">
<L>So much in loue with their knowne Ladyes bodies,</L>
<L>That they oft loue their vails, hold, hold thou'&s;t find,</L>
<L>To faithfull care Kinges bounty hath no &s;hore,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>You may do much.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>But let my god do more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>I am your creature.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bee, get, tis no &s;taine</L>
<L>The God of &s;eruice is howeuer gaine.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Za~thia,</HI> where are we now? &s;peak worth my &s;eruice</L>
<L>Ha wee don well?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Nay in haight of be&s;t.</L>
<L>I feard a &s;uper&s;titious virtue woulde &s;poile all,</L>
<L>But now I finde you aboue woemen rare,</L>
<L>Shee that can time her goodne&s;&s;e hath true care</L>
<L>Of hir be&s;t good. Nature at home beginnes</L>
<L>She who&s;e integritye her&s;elfe hurts &s;innes.</L>
<L>For <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a,</HI> hee was good and &s;o,</L>
<L>But hee is dead, or wor&s;e, di&s;tre&s;&s;ed, or more</L>
<L>Then dead, or much di&s;tre&s;&s;ed, O &s;ad, <HI>poore</HI></L>
<L>Who euer held &s;uch friendes: no let him goe</L>
<L>Such faith is prai&s;d, then laught at, for &s;till knowe,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e are the liuing woemen that reduce,</L>
<L>All that they touch vnto their ea&s;e and v&s;e.</L>
<L>Knowing that wedlock, virtue or good names,</L>
<L>Are cour&s;es and varietyes of rea&s;on.</L>
<L>To v&s;e or leaue as they aduantage them</L>
<L>And ab&s;olute within them&s;elues repo&s;de,</L>
<L>Onely to <HI>Greatnes</HI> Ope, to all els clo&s;de.</L>
<L>Weake &s;anguine fooles, are to their owne goodnice</L>
<L>Before I held you vertuous but now wi&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Zanthia</HI> victorious <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> liu's.</L>
<L>My <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> liues: O &s;teddye powers</L>
<L>Keepe him as &s;afe as heauen keepes the earth.</L>
<L>Which lookes vpon it with a thou&s;and eyes,</L>
<L>That hone&s;t valiant man and <HI>Zanthia,</HI></L>
<L>Doe but recorde the iu&s;tice of his loue,</L>
<L>And my for euer vowes, for euer vowes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>I true Madam: nay thinke of his great minde</L>
<L>His mo&s;t iu&s;t heart his all of excellence</L>
<L>And &s;uch a virtue as the Gods might enuy</L>
<L>Againe this <HI>Syphax</HI> is but:&mdash; and you know.</L>
<PB REF="15">
<L>Fame lo&s;t what can be got thats good: for:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>hence</L>
<L>Take nay with one hand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>My &s;eruice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Prepare</L>
<L>Our &s;acrifice.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>But yeeld you, I or no?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whe~ thou do&s;t know.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>what the~?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>then thou wilt know</L>
<L>Let him that would haue coun&s;ell voide th'aduice</L>
<STAGE>Exit Zanthia</STAGE>
<L>Of friendes made his with waighty benefites</L>
<L>Who&s;e much dependance onely &s;triues to fit</L>
<L>Humor not rea&s;on, and &s;o &s;till deui&s;e</L>
<L>In any thought to make their frieud &s;eeme wi&s;e</L>
<L>But aboue all O feare a &s;eruants toung,</L>
<L>Like &s;uch as onely for their gaine to &s;erue</L>
<L>Within the va&s;te capacitye of place</L>
<L>I known no vilenes &s;o mo&s;t truly ba&s;e.</L>
<L>Their Lordes, their gaine: and he that mo&s;t will giue,</L>
<L>With him (they will not dye: but) they will liue.</L>
<L>Traitors and the&s;e are one: &s;uch &s;laues once tru&s;t</L>
<L>Whet &s;words to make thine own blood lick the du&s;t.</L>
<STAGE>Cornets and Organs playing full mu&s;ick. Enters the &s;olemni|ty of a &s;acrifice, which beeing entred whil&s;t the attendance furni&s;h the Altar Sopho. Songe: which don &s;hee &s;peakes.</STAGE>
<L>Withdraw, withdraw</L>
<STAGE>All but Zanthia &amp; Vangue depart</STAGE>
<L>I not invoake thy arme thou God of &s;ound</L>
<L>Nor thine, nor thine, although in all abound.</L>
<L>High powers immen&s;e: But <HI>Iouiall Mercury</HI></L>
<L>And thou O brighte&s;t femall of the sky</L>
<L>Thrice mode&s;t <HI>Phoebe,</HI> you that iointly fit</L>
<L>A worthy cha&s;tity and a mo&s;t cha&s;t witte</L>
<L>To you corruptles <HI>Hunny,</HI> and pure dewe</L>
<L>Vphreathes our holy fier. Words iu&s;t and few</L>
<L>O daine to heare if in poore wretches cryes</L>
<L>You glory not: if drops of withered eyes</L>
<L>Bee not your &s;port, bee iu&s;t: all that I craue</L>
<L>Is but cha&s;t life or an vntainted graue.</L>
<L>I can no more: yet hath my con&s;tant toung</L>
<L>Let fall no weakenes, tho'my heart were wrung</L>
<L>VVith pangus worth hell: whil&s;t great thoghts &s;top our tears</L>
<L>Sorrowe vn&s;eene, vnpittied inward wears.</L>
<L>You &s;ee now where I re&s;t, come is my end.</L>
<PB REF="16">
<L>Cannot heauen, virtue, again&s;t weake chance defend?</L>
<L>VVhen weakenes hath outborne what weakenes can,</L>
<L>VVhat &s;hould I &s;ay tis Ioues, not &s;inne of man.</L>
<L>Some &s;tratagem now let wits God be &s;howne,</L>
<L>Cele&s;tiall powers by miracles are knowne.</L>
<L>I hau't tis don. <HI>Zanthia</HI> prepare our bed</L>
<L>Vangue</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your &s;eruant.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Vangue</HI> we haue performd</L>
<L>Duerites vnto the dead.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Sopho:</HI> pre&s;ents a carous to <HI>Vangue</HI> &amp; &amp; &amp;.</STAGE>
<L>Now to thy Lord great <HI>Syphax</HI> healthfull cups: which dou,</L>
<L>The King is right much welcome.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVere it as deep as thoght off it &s;hould thus&mdash;he drinks</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Clo&s;e the vaults mouth lea&s;t we do &s;lip in drinke,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>To what v&s;e gentle <HI>Negro</HI> &s;erues this caue</L>
<L>Who&s;e mouth thus opens &s;o familliarly,</L>
<L>Euen in the Kings bedchamber?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>O my Queene</L>
<L>This vault with hideous darkenes and much length</L>
<L>&s;tretcheth beneath the earth into a groue</L>
<L>One league from Cirta (I am very &s;leepy)</L>
<L>Through this when Cirta hath beeue &s;trong begirt</L>
<L>VVith ho&s;tile &s;iedge the King hath &s;afely &s;caped</L>
<L>To, to,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>The wine is &s;trong.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>&s;trong?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Zanthia</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVhat meanes my princes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Zanthia</HI> re&s;t firme</L>
<L>And &s;cilent, helpe vs: Nay do not dare refu&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>The <HI>Negros</HI> dead.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No drunke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Alas.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Too late,</L>
<L>Her hand is fearefull who&s;e mindes de&s;perate.</L>
<L>It is but &s;leepie <HI>Opium</HI> he hath drunke,</L>
<L>Helpe <HI>Zanthia.</HI> </L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>They lay Vangue in Syphax bed &amp; draw the cur|taines,</HI> there lye <HI>Syphax</HI> bride, a naked man is &s;oone vndre&s;t; There bide di&s;honoured pa&s;&s;ion they knock within, forth|with <HI>Syphax</HI> comes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>VVay for the King.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Straight for the King: I flye</L>
<L>VVhere mi&s;ery &s;hall &s;ee nought but it &s;elfe.</L>
<L>Deere <HI>Zanthia</HI> clo&s;e the vault when I am &s;unk</L>
<L>And whil&s;t he &s;lips to bed e&s;cape be true</L>
<L>I can no more, come to me: Harke Gods, my breath</L>
<L>Scornes to craue life graunt but a well famde death <HI>&s;hee de|&s;cendes</HI></L>
</SP>
<PB REF="16">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Each man withdraw, let not a creature &s;tay</L>
<L>Within large di&s;tance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sir?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>hence <HI>Zanthia,</HI></L>
<L>Not thou &s;halt heare, all &s;tand without eare-reach</L>
<L>Of the &s;oft cries nice &s;hrinking brides do yeeld</L>
<L>When&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Sir&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Hence&mdash; &s;tay, take thy delight by &s;teps,</L>
<L>Thinke of thy joyes, and make long thy plea&s;ures,</L>
<L>O &s;ilence thou do&s;t &s;wallow plea&s;ure right,</L>
<L>Wordes take avvay &s;ome &s;en&s;e from our delight;</L>
<L>Mu&s;ique: be proud my <HI>&V;enus, Mercury</HI> thy tong,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> thy flame, boue all O <HI>Hercules</HI></L>
<L>Let not thy backe be wanting: for now I leape</L>
<L>To catch the fruite none but the Gods &s;hould reap</L>
<STAGE>Offering to leape into bed, he di&s;couers Vangue.</STAGE>
<L>Hah! can any woman turne to &s;uch a Diuell?</L>
<L>Or: or: <HI>Vangue, Vangue&mdash;</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Van.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yes, yes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>&s;peake &s;laue,</L>
<L>How cam&s;t thou here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Van.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Zanthia, Zanthia,</HI></L>
<L>Wher's <HI>Sophoni&s;ba?</HI> &s;peake at full, at ful,</L>
<L>Giue me particular faith, or know thou art not&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Your pardon ju&s;t mou'd prince &amp; priuat eare</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ill actions have &s;ome grace, that they can feare</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Va.</SPEAKER>
<L>How cam I laid? which way was I made dru~k?</L>
<L>Where am I? think, or is my &s;tate aduanc'd?</L>
<L>O <HI>Ioue</HI> how plea&s;ant is it but to &s;leepe</L>
<L>In a kings bed!</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sleepe there thy la&s;ting &s;leep</L>
<L>Improuident, ba&s;e, o're-thir&s;ty &s;laue.</L>
<STAGE>Sy. killes Va.</STAGE>
<L>Dy plea&s;'d a kings couch is thy too proud graue.</L>
<L>Through this vault &s;ay&s;t thou?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>As you giue me grace</L>
<L>To liue, tis true.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>We will be good to <HI>Zanthia;</HI></L>
<L>Go cheare thy Ladie, and be priuate to vs.</L>
<STAGE>She de&s;cends after Sophoni&s;ba.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>As to my life.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le v&s;e this <HI>Zanthia,</HI></L>
<L>And tru&s;t her as our dogs drink dangerous <HI>Nile,</HI></L>
<L>only for thir&s;t, the <HI>Flie</HI> the <HI>Crocodile:</HI></L>
<L>Wi&s;e <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> knowes loues trickes of art,</L>
<L>Without much hindrance, plea&s;ure hath no hart;</L>
<PB REF="17">
<L>Di&s;pight all vertue or weake plots I mu&s;t</L>
<L>Seauen waled <HI>Babell</HI> cannot be: rout lu&s;t</L>
<STAGE>De&s;cends through the vault.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Secunda.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Cornets &s;ound Marches. Enter Scipio and Lelius with the complements of a Roman Generall before them, At the other dore, Ma&s;sini&s;sa and Iugurth.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Let not the virtue of the world &s;u&s;pect</L>
<L>Sad <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;as</HI> faith: nor once co~demne</L>
<L>Our ju&s;t reuoult: <HI>Carthage</HI> fir&s;t gaue me life,</L>
<L>Hir ground gaue food, hir aire fir&s;t lent me breath</L>
<L><HI>The Earth was made for men, not men for Earth.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Scipio</SPEAKER>
<L>I do not thanke the Gods for life,</L>
<L>Much le&s;&s;e vile men, or earth: know be&s;t of Lords,</L>
<L>It is a happy being breath well fam'd,</L>
<L>For which <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;ees the&s;e thus; Men be not foold</L>
<L>With piety to place: traditions feare,</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Aiu&s;t mans contry Ioue makes euery where.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well vrgeth <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa,</HI> but to leaue</L>
<L>A Citie &s;o in grate, &s;o faithle&s;&s;e, &s;o more vile</L>
<L>Then ciuill &s;peach may name, fear not, &s;uch vice</L>
<L>To &s;courge is heauens mo&s;t gratefull &s;acrifice.</L>
<L>Thus all confe&s;&s;e fir&s;t they haue broke a faith</L>
<L>To the mo&s;t due, &s;o ju&s;t to be ob&s;eru'd</L>
<L>That barborou&s;nes it &s;elfe may well blu&s;h at them</L>
<L>Where is thy pa&s;&s;io~? they haue &s;har'd thy crowne</L>
<L>Thy proper right of birth; contrin'd thy death.</L>
<L>Where is thy pa&s;&s;ion? giuen thy beauteous &s;pou&s;e</L>
<L>To thy mo&s;t hated riuall: &s;tatue, not man,</L>
<L>And la&s;t thy freind <HI>Gelo&s;&s;o</HI> (man worth Gods)</L>
<L>With tortures haue they re~tto death.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Gel.</HI></L>
<L>For thee full eyes</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>No pa&s;&s;ion for the re&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>O <HI>Scipio</HI> my greefe for him may be expre&s;&s;d</L>
<L>But for the re&s;t <HI>&s;ilence</HI> &amp; &s;ecret angui&s;h</L>
<L>Shall wa&s;t: &s;hall wa&s;t:&mdash; <HI>Scipio</HI> he that can weepe, by teares</L>
<L>Greeues not like me priuate deepe inward dro~ps</L>
<L>Of bloud: my heart&mdash;for Gods rights giue me leaue</L>
<L>To be a &s;hort time <HI>Man.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>&s;tay prince.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>I cea&s;e;</L>
<PB REF="17">
<L>Forgiue if I forget thy pre&s;ence: <HI>Scipio</HI></L>
<L>Thy face makes <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a</HI> more then man,</L>
<L>And here before your &s;teddy power a vow</L>
<L>As firme as fate I make: when I defi&s;t</L>
<L>To be commaunded by thy virtue, (<HI>Scipio</HI>)</L>
<L>Or fall from frend of <HI>Romes,</HI> reuenging Gods</L>
<L>Aflict me worth your torture: I haue giuen</L>
<L>Of pa&s;&s;ion and offaith my heart.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>To coun&s;el then</L>
<L><HI>Greefe fits weake hearts, reuenging virtue men.</HI></L>
<L>Thus I thinke fit, before that <HI>Syphax</HI> know</L>
<L>How deepely <HI>Carthage</HI> &s;inkes, lets beat &s;wift march</L>
<L>Vp euen to <HI>Cirta,</HI> and whil&s;t <HI>Syphax</HI> &s;nores</L>
<L>With his, late thinke&mdash;</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>With mine? no <HI>Scipio,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Libea</HI> hath poy&s;on, a&s;pes, kniues, &amp; to much earth</L>
<L>To make one graue, with mine? not, &s;he can dye,</L>
<L><HI>Scipio,</HI> with mine? <HI>Ioue</HI> &s;ay it thou do&s;t lie.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>Temperance be <HI>Scipios</HI> honor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Cea&s;e your &s;trife</L>
<L>She is a woman.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>But &s;he is my wife.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet &s;he is no god.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>And yet &s;he's more</L>
<L>I do not pray&s;e Gods goodnes but adore.</L>
<L>Gods cannot fall, and for their con&s;tant goodne&s;&s;e</L>
<L>(Which is nece&s;&s;ited) they haue a crowne</L>
<L>Of neuer ending plea&s;ures: but faint man</L>
<L>(Framd to haue his weaknes made the heauens glo|ry)</L>
<L>If he with &s;teddy vertue holdes all &s;eidge</L>
<L>That power, that &s;peach, that plea&s;ure, that full &s;weets</L>
<L>A world of greatnes can a&s;&s;aile him with,</L>
<L>Hauing no pay but &s;elfe wept mi&s;erie,</L>
<L>And beggars trea&s;ure heapt, that man Ile pray&s;e</L>
<L>Aboue the Gods.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The <HI>Libean</HI> &s;peakes bold &s;en&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>By that by which all is, <HI>Proportion,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;peake with thought.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Forgiue my admiration</L>
<L>You toucht a &s;tring to which my &s;en&s;e was quick,</L>
<L>Can you but thinke? doe, do; my greefe! my greefe</L>
<L>Would make a <HI>Saixt</HI> bla&s;pheme: giue &s;ome releefe,</L>
<L>As thou art <HI>Scipio</HI> forgiue that I forget,</L>
<L>I am a Soldier; &s;uch woes <HI>Ioues</HI> ribs would bur&s;t,</L>
<L>Few &s;peake le&s;&s;e ill that feele &s;o much of wor&s;t.</L>
<PB REF="18">
<L>my eare attends</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beefore then <HI>Syphax</HI> ioine</L>
<L>With new &s;trength'd <HI>Carthage,</HI> or can once vnwind</L>
<L>His tangled &s;en&s;e from out &s;o vilde amaze</L>
<L>Fall we like &s;uddeine lightning fore his eyes;</L>
<L>Boldne&s;&s;e and &s;pead are all of victories.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Scipio,</HI> let <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a</HI> clip thy knees;</L>
<L>May once the&s;e eyes vew <HI>Syphax?</HI> &s;hall this arme</L>
<L>Once make him feele his &s;inne? O yee Gods</L>
<L>My cau&s;e, my cau&s;e! Iu&s;tice is &s;o huge odds</L>
<L>That he who with it feares, Heauen mu&s;t renounce</L>
<L>In his creatio~.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>Beat then a clo&s;e quicke march</L>
<L>Before the morne &s;hall &s;hake cold dewes through &s;kyes,</L>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> &s;hall tremble at <HI>Romes</HI> thicke allarmes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yee powres I challenge conque&s;t to ju&s;t armes.</L>
<STAGE>With a full flori&s;h of Cornettes they depart.</STAGE>
</SP>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>Actus Tertii FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 N="4" TYPE="act">
<HEAD><STAGE>Organs Violls and Voices <HI>play for this Act.</HI></STAGE> Actus Quarti</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Prima.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Enter Sophoni&s;ba and Zanthia as out of &agrave; caues mouth</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where are wee <HI>Zanthia?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Vangue</HI> &s;aid the caue</L>
<L>Op'ned in <HI>Belos</HI> forre&s;t.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lord how &s;weete</L>
<L>I &s;ent the ayre? the huge longe vaultes clo&s;e vaine,</L>
<L>What dumps it breathd? In <HI>Belos</HI> forre&s;t &s;ay&s;t?</L>
<L>Be valiant <HI>Zanthia;</HI> how farr's <HI>Vtica</HI></L>
<L>From the&s;e mo&s;t heauy &s;hades?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Zan.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ten ea&s;y leages.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thers <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa,</HI> my true <HI>Zanthia</HI></L>
<L>Shals venture nobly to e&s;cape, and touch</L>
<L>My Lordes ju&s;t armes: Loues winges &s;o ju&s;tly heau<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>The body vp, that as our toes &s;hall trip</L>
<L>Ouer the tender and obedient gra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Scar&s;e any drop of dew is da&s;ht to ground.</L>
<PB REF="18">
<L>And &s;ee the willing &s;hade of friendly night</L>
<L>Makes &s;afe our in&s;tant ha&s;te: Boldne&s;&s;e and &s;peede</L>
<L>Make actions wo&s;t impo&s;&s;ible &s;ucceede.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>But Madam know the forre&s;t hath no way</L>
<L>But one to pa&s;&s;e the which holds &s;tricte&s;t gard.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doe not betray me <HI>Zanthia.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>I Madam.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No</L>
<L>I not mi&s;tru&s;t thee, yet, but,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here you may</L>
<L>Delay your time.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>I <HI>Zanthia</HI> delay</L>
<L>By which we may yet hope, yet hope, Alas</L>
<L>How all be numd's my &s;en&s;e <HI>Chaunce</HI> hath &s;o often &s;truck</L>
<L>I &s;carce ca~ feele: I &s;hould now cur&s;e the Gods</L>
<L>Call on the furies: &s;tampe the patient earth</L>
<L>cleaue my &s;treachd cheeks with &s;ound &s;peake from all &s;en&s;e</L>
<L>But <HI>loud and full</HI> of players eloquence</L>
<L>No, no, What &s;hall we eate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Madamile fearch</L>
<L>For &s;ome ripe Nuts which <HI>Autumn</HI> hath &s;hook down</L>
<L>From the vnleau'd Ha&s;el, then &s;ome cooler ayre</L>
<L>Shall lead me to a &s;pring: Or I will try</L>
<L>The courteous pale of &s;ome poore forre&s;tres,</L>
<L>For milke.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<STAGE>Exit Zanthia.</STAGE>
<L>Do <HI>Zanthia,</HI> O happine&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e that know not pride or lu&s;t of citty,</L>
<L><HI>Ther's no man ble&s;&s;'d but tho&s;e that most men pitty.</HI></L>
<L>O fortunate poore maides, that are not forc'd,</L>
<L>To wed for &s;tate nor are for &s;tate diuorc'd!</L>
<L>Whome policy of kingdoms doth not marry,</L>
<L>But pure affection makes to loue or vary,</L>
<L>You feele no loue, which you dare not to &s;hew,</L>
<L>Nor &s;how a loue which doth not truely grow:</L>
<L>O you are &s;urely ble&s;&s;ed of the skie,</L>
<L>You liue, that know not death before you die,</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Through the vautes mouth in his night gowne, torch in his hand, Syphax enters iu&s;t behind Sophon.</STAGE>
<L>You are:</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>In <HI>Syphax</HI> armes, thing of fal&s;e lip,</L>
<L>What God &s;hall now relea&s;e thee,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Art a man?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy limbs &s;hall feele, de&s;pight thy vertue know</L>
<L>I'le thredd thy riche&s;t pearle: this forre&s;ts deafe,</L>
<L>As is my lu&s;t: <HI>Night</HI> and the God of <HI>&s;cilence,</HI></L>
<L>Swels my full plea&s;ures, no more &s;halt thou delude,</L>
<PB REF="19">
<L>My ea&s;ie credence Virgin of faire brow,</L>
<L>Well featurde creature, and our vtmo&s;t wonder,</L>
<L>Queene of our youthfull bed be proud,</L>
<STAGE><HI>Syphax &s;etteth away his light, &amp; prepareth <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">in'brace Soph.</HI></STAGE>
<L>Ile v&s;e thee,</L>
<STAGE>Sopho. &s;natcheth out her knife.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Look thee, view this, &s;how but one &s;train of force</L>
<L>Bow but to &s;ea&s;e this arme, and by my &s;elfe,</L>
<L>Or more by <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa</HI> this good &s;teele,</L>
<L>Shall &s;et my &s;oule on wing thus formde Gods &s;ee,</L>
<L>And men with Gods worth enuy nought but me.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Doe &s;trike thy brea&s;t, know being dead, Ile v&s;e,</L>
<L>With highe&s;t lu&s;t of &s;en&s;e thy &s;en&s;ele&s;&s;e fle&s;h,</L>
<L>And euen then thy vexed &s;oule &s;hall &s;ee,</L>
<L>Without re&s;i&s;tance, thy trunke pro&s;titute,</L>
<L>Vnto our appetite.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>I &s;hame to make thee know,</L>
<L>How vile thou &s;peake&s;t: <HI>Corruption</HI> then as much,</L>
<L>As thou &s;halt doe: but frame vnto thy lu&s;ts,</L>
<L><HI>Imagiuatious vtmo&s;t &s;in: Syphax,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;peake all frightles, know I liue or die</L>
<L>To <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a,</HI> nor the force of fate</L>
<L>Shall make me leaue his loue, or &s;lake thy hate,</L>
<L>I will &s;peake no more,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou ha&s;t amazde vs, Womans forced v&s;e,</L>
<L>Like vnripe fruites, no &s;ooner got but wa&s;te,</L>
<L>They haue proportion, colour but no ta&s;te,</L>
<L>Thinke <HI>Syphax&mdash; Sophoni&s;ba</HI> re&s;t thine owne,</L>
<L>Our Guard,</L>
<STAGE>Enter a Guard.</STAGE>
<L>Creature of mo&s;t a&s;toni&s;hing vertue,</L>
<L>If with faire v&s;age, loue and pa&s;&s;ionate courtings,</L>
<L>We may obtaine, the heauen of thy bed,</L>
<L>We cea&s;e, no &s;ute from other force be free.</L>
<L>VVe dote not on thy body, but loue thee,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilt thou keep faith?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>By thee &amp; by that power</L>
<L>By which thou art thus glorious, tru&s;t my vow,</L>
<L>Our guard, conuay the roial&s;t excellence</L>
<L>That euer was cald <HI>Woman,</HI> to our Pallace,</L>
<L>Ob&s;erue her with &s;trict care:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Dread <HI>Syphax</HI> &s;peak</L>
<L>As thou art worthy: is not <HI>Zanthia</HI> fal&s;e?</L>
</SP>
<PB REF="19">
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>To thee &s;hee is.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>As thou <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> then thy &s;elfe</L>
<L>Let hir not bee. <HI>Sy.</HI> Shee is not.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>The gaurd &s;eizeth Zanthia.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Za.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thus mo&s;t &s;peed when two foes are growne friends</L>
<L>Partakers bleed.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>When Plants mu&s;t flori&s;h</L>
<L>Their manure mu&s;t rot.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> bee recompenced.</L>
<L>I hate thee not.</L>
<STAGE>Sopho. Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy,</SPEAKER>
<L>A wa&s;ting flame feedes on my amorous bloud</L>
<L>Which wee mu&s;t coole or dye? what way all power,</L>
<L>All &s;peech full Opportunity can make,</L>
<L>We haue made fruitles trial. Infernall <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
<L>You re&s;olute Angels that delight in flames,</L>
<L>To you all wonder working &s;pirites I flie</L>
<L>Since heauen helpes not, deepe&s;t hell weele trie.</L>
<L>Here in this de&s;art the great &s;oule of Charmes,</L>
<L>Dreadfull <HI>Erictho</HI> liues who&s;e di&s;mall brow,</L>
<L>Contemnes all roofes or ciuill couerture.</L>
<L>For&s;aken graues and tombes the Gho&s;ts forcd out</L>
<L>Shee ioyes to inhabit.</L>
<STAGE>Infernall Mu&s;icke plaies &s;oftly whil&s;t Erich|tho enters and &amp; when &s;he &s;peakes ceaseth.</STAGE>
<L>A loath&s;ome yellowe leanne&s;&s;e &s;preades hir face</L>
<L>A heauy hell-like palenes loades hir cheekes</L>
<L>Vnknowne to a cleare heauen: but if darke windes.</L>
<L>Or thick black cloudes driue back the blinded &s;tars</L>
<L>When her deepe magique makes forc'd heuen quake</L>
<L>And thunder &s;pite of <HI>Ioue. Erichtho</HI> then</L>
<L>Fro~ naked graues &s;talkes out, heaues proud hir head</L>
<L>With lo~g vnke~de haire loaden, and &s;triues to &s;natch</L>
<L>The <HI>Nights quick &s;ulphar:</HI> then &s;he bur&s;ts vp tombes</L>
<L>From half rot &s;ear cloaths then &s;he &s;crapes dry gums</L>
<L>For hir black rites: but when &s;he findes a cor&s;e</L>
<L>New graud who&s;e entrailes yet not turne</L>
<L>To &s;ly my filth with greedy hauock then</L>
<L>&s;he makes fierce &s;poile: &amp; &s;wels with wicked triumph</L>
<L>To bury hir leane knuckles in his eyes</L>
<L>Then doeth &s;he knaw the pale and or'egrowne nailes</L>
<L>From his dry hand: but if &s;he find &s;ome life</L>
<L>Yet lurking clo&s;e &s;he bites his gelled lips,</L>
<PB REF="20">
<L>And <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> blacke tongue in his drie throat,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span">es dire murmurs, which inforce him beare</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span">full &s;ecrets to the &s;pirits of horror.</L>
<L>To her fir&s;t &s;ound, the Gods yeeld any harme,</L>
<L>As trembling once to heare a &s;econd charme,</L>
<L>She is:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Here <HI>Syphax</HI> here, quake not, for know</L>
<L>I know thy thoughts, thou would&s;t entreat our power,</L>
<L>Nice <HI>Sophoni&s;ba's</HI> pa&s;&s;ion to enforce</L>
<L>To thy affection be al full of <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
<L>Tis done, tis done, to vs heaue earth, &s;ea, aire,</L>
<L>And Fate it &s;elfe obayes, the bea&s;tes of death,</L>
<L>And all the terrors angry Gods inuented,</L>
<L>(I afflict th'<HI>ignorance</HI> of <HI>patient man</HI>),</L>
<L>Tremble at vs: the roulde vp &s;nake vncurlde,</L>
<L>His twi&s;ted knots at our affrighting voice,</L>
<L>Are we incen&s;d? the King of flames grows pale,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t he be choakde with blacke and earthy fumes,</L>
<L>Which our charms rai&s;e: Be ioi'd, make proud thy lu&s;t</L>
<L>I doe not pray you Gods, my breathes: <HI>You must.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deepe knowing &s;pirit, mother of all high</L>
<L>Mi&s;terious &s;cience, what may <HI>Syphax</HI> yeeld,</L>
<L>Worthy thy art, by which my &s;oule's thus ea&s;de,</L>
<L>The Gods fir&s;t made me liue, but thou liue plea&s;de.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Er.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know then our loue, hard by the reuere~t ruines</L>
<L>Of a once glorious temple rearde to <HI>Ioue,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e very rubbi&s;h (like the pittied fall,</L>
<L>Of Vertue much vnfortunate) yet beares,</L>
<L>A deathle&s;&s;e Maie&s;ty though now quite rac'd,</L>
<L>Hurld downe by wrath, and lu&s;t of impious Kings</L>
<L>So that where holy <HI>Flamins</HI> wont to &s;ing,</L>
<L>Sweet Hyms to heauen, there the daw and crow,</L>
<L>The ill voic'de Rauen, and &s;till chattering Pie:</L>
<L>Send out vngratefull &s;ound, and loath&s;ome filth,</L>
<L>Where &s;tatues and <HI>Ioues</HI> acts were viuely lim'd</L>
<L>Boyes with blacke coales, draw the vaild parts of nature,</L>
<L>And leacherous actions of imaginde lu&s;t,</L>
<L>Where tombes and beauteous vrns of well dead men.</L>
<L>Stoode in a&s;&s;ured re&s;t, the &s;hepheard now,</L>
<PB REF="20">
<L>Vnloads his belly: Corruption mo&s;t abhord</L>
<L>Mingling it &s;elfe with their renowned a&s;hees,</L>
<L>Our &s;elfe quakes at it.</L>
<L>There once a <HI>Charnel</HI> hou&s;e, now a va&s;t caue,</L>
<L>Ouer who&s;e brow a pale and vnt rod groue</L>
<L>Throwes out her heauy &s;hade, the mouth thick armes</L>
<L>Of dark&s;om <HI>Ewe,</HI> (Sun proofe) for euer choake</L>
<L>Within re&s;ts barren darkne&s;&s;e, fruitle&s;&s;e drough</L>
<L>Pines in eternal <HI>Night:</HI> The &s;teame of <HI>Hell</HI></L>
<L>Yeeldes not &s;o la&s;ie ayre: there that's my cell</L>
<L>From thence a charme which <HI>Ioue</HI> dare not here twice</L>
<L>Shall force her to thy bed: but <HI>Syphax</HI> know</L>
<L>Loue is the highe&s;t rebell to our art.</L>
<L>Therfore I charge thee by the feare of all</L>
<L>Which thou knowe&s;t dreadfull, or more, by our &s;elfe;</L>
<L>As with &s;wift ha&s;t &s;he pa&s;&s;eth to thy bed,</L>
<L>And ea&s;ie to thy wi&s;hes yeelds: &s;peake not one word,</L>
<L>Nor dare as thou do&s;t feare thy lo&s;&s;e of joyes</L>
<L>T'admit one light, one light,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>As to my Fate</L>
<L>I yeeld my guidance.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then when I &s;hall force</L>
<L>The ayre to mu&s;icke and the &s;hads of night</L>
<L>To forme &s;weete &s;ounds: make proud thy rai&s;'d delight.</L>
<L>Meane time behold I go a charme to reare</L>
<L>Who&s;e potent &s;ound will force our &s;elfe to feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Whether is <HI>Syphax</HI> heau'd? at length &s;halls joy</L>
<L>Hopes more de&s;ired then Heauen? Sweet laboring Earth</L>
<L>Let Heauen be vnform'd with mighty charmes,</L>
<L>Let <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> only fill the&s;e armes.</L>
<L><HI>Ioue</HI> weele not enuie thee: Blouds appetite</L>
<L>Is <HI>Syphax</HI> God: My wi&s;edome is my &s;en&s;e,</L>
<L>Without a man I hold no excellence.</L>
<L>Giue me long breath yong beds and &s;ickle&s;&s;e ea&s;e</L>
<L>For we hold firme thats lawfull which doeth plea&s;e</L>
<STAGE>Infernall Mu&s;ique &s;oftly.</STAGE>
<L>Harke, harke, now ri&s;e jnfernall tones</L>
<L>The depe fetch'd grones</L>
<PB REF="21">
<L>Of laboring &s;pirits that attend</L>
<L><HI>Erichtho.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Erichtho.</L>
<STAGE>within.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Now cracke the trembling earth and &s;end</L>
<L>Shreekes that portend</L>
<L>Aff rightment to the Gods which heare</L>
<L><HI>Erichtho.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Erichtho.</L>
<STAGE>within.</STAGE>
<STAGE>Atreble &V;iolland a ba&s;e Lute play &s;oftlyd within the Canopy.</STAGE>
<L>Harke harke, now &s;ofter melody &s;trikes mute</L>
<L>Di&s;quiet nature: O thou power of &s;ound</L>
<L>How thou do&s;t melt me. Harke, now euen Heauen</L>
<L>Giues vp his &s;oule among&s;t vs: Now's the time</L>
<L>When gready expectation &s;trains mine eyes</L>
<L>For their lou'd object: now <HI>Erichtho</HI> will'd</L>
<L>Prepare my appetite for loues &s;trict gripes</L>
<L>O you dear founts of plea&s;ure Bloud and Beauty</L>
<L>Ray&s;e actiue venus worth fruition</L>
<L>Of &s;uch prouoking &s;weetne&s;&s;e. Harke: &s;hee coms,</L>
<STAGE>A &s;hort &s;ong to &s;oft Mu&s;ique aboue.</STAGE>
<L>Now nuptiall Hymes inforced Spirits &s;ing</L>
<L>Harke, (<HI>Syphax</HI>) harke:</L>
<STAGE>Cantant.</STAGE>
<L>Now Hell and Heauen ringes</L>
<L>With Mu&s;ique &s;pigh of <HI>Phoebus:</HI> Peace:</L>
<STAGE>Enter Erichtho in the &s;hape of Sophoni&s;ba, her face vailed and ha&s;teth in the bed of Syphax.</STAGE>
<L>Shee coms:</L>
<L>Fury of blouds impatient: <HI>Erichtho</HI></L>
<L>Boue thunder &s;it; to thee egregious &s;oule</L>
<L>Let all fle&s;h bend. <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> thy flame</L>
<L>But equall mine; and weele ioy &s;uch delight</L>
<PB REF="21">
<L>That Gods &s;hall not admire, but euen &s;pight.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Syphax hasteneth within the Campy as to Sophoni&s;bas bed</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<TRAILER>Actus Quarti. FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="act">
<HEAD><STAGE>A Ba&s;e Luteand a Treble Violl <HI>play for the Act:</HI></STAGE> Actus Quinti</HEAD>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Prima.</HEAD>
<STAGE>Syphax drawes the curtaines and di&s;couers Erichtho lying with him.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha, ha,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Se.</SPEAKER>
<L>Light, light,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, ha,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou rotten &s;cum of Hell&mdash;</L>
<L>O my abhorred heat! O loath'd delu&s;ion!</L>
<STAGE>They leape out of the bed Syphax takes him to his &s;word</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Eri.</SPEAKER>
<L>Why foole of kings, could thy weake &s;oule imagin</L>
<L>That t'is within the gra&s;pe of Heauen or Hell</L>
<L>To inforce loue? why know Loue doates the Fates</L>
<L><HI>Ione</HI> groanes beneath his waight: more ignorant thing,</L>
<L>Know we <HI>Erichtho,</HI> with athir&s;ty womb</L>
<L>Haue coueted full three&s;core Suns for bloud of kings,</L>
<L>We that can make inraged <HI>Neptune</HI> to&s;&s;e</L>
<L>His huge curld lockes without one breath of wind:</L>
<L>We that can make Heauen &s;lide from <HI>Atlas</HI> &s;houlder:</L>
<L>We in the pride and haight of couetous lu&s;t</L>
<L>Haue wi&s;ht with womans gredines to fill</L>
<L>Our longing armes with <HI>Syphax</HI> well &s;trong lims:</L>
<L>And dolt thou think if <HI>Philters</HI> or Hels charmes</L>
<L>Could haue inforc'd thy v&s;e, we would hau' dam'd</L>
<L>Braine &s;leightes? no, no, Now are we full</L>
<L>Of our deare wi&s;hes: thy proud heat well wa&s;ted</L>
<L>Hath made our lims grow young: our loue farwell,</L>
<L>Know he that would force loue, thus &s;eekes his Hell.</L>
<STAGE>Erichtho &s;lips into the ground as Syphax offers his &s;word to hir.</STAGE>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Can we yet breath? is any plagued like me?</L>
<L>Are we? lets thinke: O now contempt, my hate</L>
<L>To the, thy thunder, &s;ulphure and &s;corn'd name.</L>
<PB REF="22">
<L>He who&s;e lifes loath'd, and he who breathes to cur&s;e</L>
<L>His very beings let him thus with me</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Syphax kneeles at the Aultar</STAGE>
<L>Fall fore an Anltar &s;acred to black powers,</L>
<L>And thus dare Heauens: O thou who&s;e bla&s;ting flames</L>
<L>Hurle barren droughes vpon the patient earth,</L>
<L>And thou gay God of riddles and &s;trange tales</L>
<L>Hot-brained <HI>Phebus,</HI> all adde if you can</L>
<L>Something vnto my mi&s;ery; if ought</L>
<L>Of plagues lurk in your deepe trench'd browes</L>
<L>Which yet I know not: let them fall like boltes</L>
<L>Which wrathfull <HI>Ioue</HI> driues &s;trong into my bo&s;om,</L>
<L>If any chance of war, or newes ill voyc'd,</L>
<L>Mi&s;cheife vnthought of lurke, come gift vs all,</L>
<L>Heape cur&s;e on cur&s;e, we can no lower fall.</L>
<STAGE>Out of the Aultar the ghost of A&s;druball ari&s;eth.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;d.</SPEAKER>
<L>Lower, lower.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>What damn'd ayre is form'd</L>
<L>Into that &s;hape? &s;peake, &s;peake, we cannot quake,</L>
<L>Our fle&s;h knowes not ignoble tremblinges, &s;peake,</L>
<L>We dare thy terror: me thinkes Hell and fate</L>
<L>Should dread a &s;oule with woes made de&s;perate.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>A&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know me the &s;pirit of great <HI>A&s;druball</HI></L>
<L>Father to <HI>Sophoni&s;ba,</HI> who&s;e bad heart</L>
<L>Made ju&s;tly mo&s;t vnfortunately for know</L>
<L>I turn'd vnfaithfull, after which the feeld</L>
<L>Chane'd to our lo&s;&s;e, when of thy men there fell</L>
<L>6000 &s;oules next fight of <HI>Lybeans</HI> ten.</L>
<L>After which lo&s;&s;e we vnto <HI>Carthage</HI> flying,</L>
<L>Th'inraged people cride their army fell</L>
<L>Through my ba&s;e trea&s;on: &s;traight my reuenge full fury</L>
<L>Makes them per&s;ue me, I with re&s;olute ha&s;t</L>
<L>Mad to the graue of all our Aunce&s;tors</L>
<L>Where poy&s;on'd, hop'd my bones &s;hould haue long re&s;t.</L>
<L>But &s;ee the violent multitude arriues</L>
<L>Teare downe our monument, and mee now dead</L>
<L>Deny a graue: hurle vs among the rockes</L>
<L>To &s;tanch bea&s;ts hunger; therefore thus vngrau'd</L>
<L>I &s;eeke &s;low re&s;t: now doe&s;t thou know more woes</L>
<PB REF="22">
<L>And more mu&s;t feele: Mortals O feare to &s;leight</L>
<L>Your Gods and vowes: <HI>Ioues</HI> arme is of dread might.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet &s;peake &s;hall I orecome approaching foes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>As.</SPEAKER>
<L>Spirits of wrath know nothing but their woes.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit</STAGE>
<STAGE>Enter Nuntius.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nun.</SPEAKER>
<L>my liedge, my liedge, the &s;couts of <HI>Cirta</HI> bring intellige~ce</L>
<L>Of &s;uddaine danger, full ten thou&s;and hor&s;e</L>
<L>Fre&s;h and well rid &s;trong <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> leades</L>
<L>As wings to Roman legions that march &s;wift</L>
<L>Led by that man of conque&s;t, <HI>Scipio, Sy. Scipio</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Nu.</SPEAKER>
<L>Direct to Cirta.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>A march far off is heard.</STAGE>
<L>Harke their march is heard euen to the cittye.</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Helpe, our guard, my armes, bid all our leaders march.</L>
<L>Beate thicke allarms, I haue &s;eene things which thou</L>
<L>Would&s;t quake to heare,</L>
<L>Boldnes and &s;trength the &s;hame of &s;laues bee feare.</L>
<L>Vp heart, hold &s;word: though waues roule thee on &s;helfe,</L>
<L>Though fortune leaue thee leaue not thou thy &s;elfe.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exit arming</STAGE>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena Secunda.</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>Enter</HI> 2. <HI>Pages with targets &amp; Ianelius Lelius &amp; Iugurth with hol|berds. Seipio &amp; Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a armed Cornets &s;ounding a march.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Giue the word &s;tand.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Part the fyle.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>giue way</L>
<L><HI>Scipio</HI> by thy great name, but greater vertue,</L>
<L>By our eternall loue giue me the chance</L>
<L>Of this dayes battle: Let not thy enuied fame</L>
<L>Vouch&s;afe t'appo&s;e the Roman legious</L>
<L>Again&s;t one weakened Prince of Lybea</L>
<L>This quarrels mine: mine bee the &s;troke of fight</L>
<L>Let vs and <HI>Syphax</HI> hurle our well forcd dattes</L>
<L>Each vnto others brea&s;t, O (what &s;hould I &s;ay)</L>
<L>Thou beyonde epithete thou whom proude Lords of fortune</L>
<L>May euen enuye: (alas my ioyes &s;o va&s;te</L>
<PB REF="23">
<L>Makes me &s;eeme lo&s;t let vs thunder and lightning</L>
<L>Strike from our braue armes, looke, looke, &s;ea&s;e that hill,</L>
<L>Harke he comes neare: From thence di&s;cerne vs &s;trike</L>
<L>Fyer worth <HI>Ioue,</HI> mount vp, and not repute</L>
<L>Mee very proud tho woundrous re&s;olute.</L>
<L>My cau&s;e: my cau&s;e, is my bold hartning ods,</L>
<L>That &s;eeuen fold &s;hield, ju&s;t armes &s;hould fright the Gods</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thy words are full of honour take thy fate,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mas.</SPEAKER>
<L>Which wee do &s;corne to feare, to <HI>Scipio</HI> &s;tate</L>
<L>Worthy his heart. Now let the forced bra&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Sound on.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Coruets</HI> &s;ound a march <HI>Scipio</HI> leades his traine vp to the mount.</STAGE>
<L><HI>Iugurth</HI> cla&s;pe &s;ure our ca&s;ke</L>
<L>Arme vs with care, and <HI>Iugurth</HI> if I fall</L>
<L>Through this dayes malice, or our fathers &s;innes</L>
<L>If it in thy &s;word lye, breake vp my brea&s;t</L>
<L>And &s;aue my heart that neuer fell nor's adue</L>
<L>To ought but <HI>Ioue</HI> and <HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI> Sound</L>
<L>Sterne hartners vnto woundes and blood, &s;ound loude</L>
<L>For wee haue named <HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></L>
<STAGE>Cornets a flori&s;h</STAGE>
<L>So.</L>
<STAGE>Cornets a march far of.</STAGE>
<L>Harke harke, hee comes, &s;tand bloud, now multiply</L>
<L>Force more then fury, &s;ound high, &s;ound high, wee &s;trike</L>
<L>For <HI>Sophini&s;ba.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Enter Syphax</HI> armd his pages with &s;hields &amp; darts before <HI>Cor+nets</HI> &s;ounding marches.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>For <HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Syphax.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Betwixt vs too</L>
<L>Let &s;ingle fight try all.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy</SPEAKER>
<L>Well vrgd,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Well graunted</L>
<L>Of you my &s;tars as I am worthy you</L>
<L>I implore aide, and O if angels waite</L>
<L>Vpon good harts my <HI>Genius</HI> bee as &s;trong</L>
<L>As I am <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> Kinges glory is their wrong.</L>
<L>Hee that may onely do iu&s;t act's a &s;laue</L>
<PB REF="23">
<L>My Gods my arme, my life, my heauen, my graue</L>
<L>To mee all end.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Giue day Gods, life and death</L>
<L>To him that onely feares bla&s;pheming breath</L>
<L>For <HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>For <HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Cornets</HI> &s;ound a charge <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> &amp; <HI>Syphax</HI> combate, <HI>Syphax</HI> falles <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> vn|cla&s;ps <HI>Syphax</HI> caske &amp; as reddy to kil him &s;peakes <HI>Syphax.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Vnto thy fortune not to thee wee yeeld</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Liues <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> yet vn&s;taind, &s;peake iu&s;t</L>
<L>Yet ours vnforcd? <HI>Sy</HI> Let my heart fall more low</L>
<L>Then is my body, if onely to thy glory</L>
<L>She liues not yet all thine.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ri&s;e, ri&s;e, cea&s;e &s;trife.</L>
<L>Heare a mo&s;t deepe reuenge, from vs take life.</L>
<STAGE><HI>Cornets</HI> &s;ounded a <HI>march Scipio</HI> &amp; <HI>Lelius Enter, Scipio</HI> pa&s;&s;eth to his thron <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> pre&s;e~ts <HI>Syphax</HI> to <HI>Scipios</HI> feet <HI>Cornets &s;ounding</HI> a flo|ri&s;h.</STAGE>
<L>To you all power of &s;trength: and next to thee</L>
<L>Thou &s;pirit of triumph borne for victory.</L>
<L>I heaue the&s;e handes: March wee to <HI>Cirta</HI> &s;traight,</L>
<L>My <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> with &s;wift ha&s;t to wine</L>
<L>In honor &amp; in loue all meane is &s;inne.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Ex. Ma.</HI> &amp; <HI>Iug.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>As we are Romes great Generall thus wee pre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Thy Captiue neck, but as <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> <HI>Scipio</HI></L>
<L>And &s;en&s;ible of iu&s;t humanitie</L>
<L>We weepe thy bondage: &s;peake thou ill chanc'd man</L>
<L>What &s;pirit tooke thee when thou wert our friend</L>
<L>(Thy right hand giuen both to Gods and vs</L>
<L>With &s;uch mo&s;t pa&s;&s;ionate vowes and &s;olemne faith)</L>
<L>Thou fled&s;t with &s;uch mo&s;t foule di&s;&s;oyalty</L>
<L>To now weak Carthage &s;tre~gthning their bad arms</L>
<PB REF="24">
<L>Who lately &s;cornd thee with all lothd abu&s;e</L>
<L>Who neuer intertaine for loue but v&s;e</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Scipto</HI> my fortund is captiud not I</L>
<L>Therefore Ile &s;peake bold truth: nor once mi&s;tru&s;t</L>
<L>What I &s;hall &s;ay, for now beeing wholy yours</L>
<L>I mu&s;t not faine, <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> t' was &s;hee</L>
<L>T'was <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> that &s;olicited</L>
<L>My forc'd reuolt, t'was hir re&s;i&s;tles &s;ute</L>
<L>Hir loue to hir deare Carthage' tic'd mee breake</L>
<L>All faith with men: t'was &s;hee wade <HI>Syphax</HI> fal&s;e</L>
<L>Shee that lous Carthage with &s;uch violence</L>
<L>And hath &s;uch mouing graces to allure</L>
<L>That &s;hee will turne a man that one hath &s;worne</L>
<L>Him&s;elfe on's fathers bones hir Carthage foe</L>
<L>To bee that citties Champion and high friend</L>
<L>Hir Himeneall torch burnt downe my hou&s;e</L>
<L>Then was I captiud when hir wanton armes</L>
<L>Threw mouing cla&s;pt about my neck, O charmes</L>
<L>Able to turne euen fate: but this in my true griefe</L>
<L>Is &s;ome iu&s;t ioy, that my loue &s;otted foe</L>
<L>Shall &s;ea&s;e that plagtie, that <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as</HI> brea&s;t</L>
<L>Hir handes &s;hall arme, and that ere long youle try</L>
<L>Shee can force him your foe as well as I,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lelius, Lelius,</HI> take a choice troupe of hor&s;e</L>
<L>And &s;pur to Cirta. To <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a</HI> thus</L>
<L><HI>Syphax</HI> pallace&punc; crowne, &s;poile citties &s;ack</L>
<L>Be free to him but if our new laughd friend</L>
<L>Po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e that woman of &s;o mouing art</L>
<L>Charge him with no le&s;&s;e waight then his deare vow</L>
<L>Our loue, all faith, that hee re&s;igne her thee</L>
<L>As hee &s;hall aun&s;were Rome will him giue vp</L>
<L>A Roman pri&s;oner to the Senates doome</L>
<L>Shee is a Carthaginian, now our lawes</L>
<L>VVi&s;e men preuent not actions, but euer cau&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Good malice, &s;o, as liberty &s;o deere</L>
<L>Proue my reuenge: what I cannot po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Another &s;hall not: thats &s;ome happines.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Exeunt the Cornets flouri&s;hing.</STAGE>
<PB REF="24">
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="3" TYPE="scene">
<HEAD>Scena tertia,</HEAD>
<STAGE><HI>The Cornets afar off &s;ounding a charge, A <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> wounded at one dore, Enters at the other Sophoni&s;ba, two Pa+ges before her with lightes, two women bearing vppo her traine.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sol.</SPEAKER>
<L>Princes O flie, <HI>Syphax</HI> hath lo&s;t the day,</L>
<L>And captiu'de lies, the Roman Legeons</L>
<L>Haue &s;ei&s;de the towne, and with inueterate hate,</L>
<L>Make &s;laues or murder all: Fier and &s;teele,</L>
<L>Fury and night hold all: faire Queene O flie,</L>
<L>We bleede for Carthage, all of Carthage die.</L>
<STAGE>Exit.</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE>The Cornets &s;ounding a March, Enter Pages with iauelings and Targets, Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a and Iugurth, Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as beauer &s;hut.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>March to the Pallace.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>What ere man thou art</L>
<L>Of Libea, thy faire armes &s;peake: giue hart,</L>
<L>To amazde weakenes, heare her, that for long time,</L>
<L>Hath &s;eene no wi&s;hed light. <HI>Sophoni&s;ba,</HI></L>
<L>A name for mi&s;ery much knowne, tis &s;he,</L>
<L>Intreates of thy gracd &s;word, this onely boone,</L>
<L>Let me not kneele to Rome, for though no cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Of mine de&s;erues their hate, though <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a,</HI></L>
<L>Be ours to hart, yet Roman Generals</L>
<L>Make proud their triumphs, with what euer captiues</L>
<L>O tis a Nation which from &s;oule I fearc,</L>
<L>As one well knowing the much grounded hate,</L>
<L>They beare to <HI>A&s;drubal</HI> and Carthage bloud,</L>
<L>Therefore with teares that wa&s;h thy feet, with hands</L>
<L>Vnu&s;de to beg I cla&s;pe thy manlie knees,</L>
<L>O &s;aue me from their fetters and contempt,</L>
<L>Their proud in&s;ultes, and more then in&s;olence,</L>
<L>Or if it re&s;t not in thy grace of breath,</L>
<L>To grant &s;uch freedome, giue me long wi&s;hd death,</L>
<L>For tis not much loathde life, that now we craue,</L>
<L>Onely an vn&s;hamd death, and &s;ilent graue</L>
<PB REF="25">
<L>We will now daine to bend for.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Rarity</L>
<STAGE>Ma&s;. di&s;armes his head.</STAGE>
<L>By thee and this right hand thou &s;halt liue free.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>We cannot now be wretched.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stay the &s;word.</L>
<L>Let &s;laughter cea&s;e, Soundes &s;oft as <HI>Ledas</HI> brea&s;t,</L>
<STAGE>Soft Mu&s;ique.</STAGE>
<L>Slide through all cares, this night be loues high fea&s;t,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>O're whelme me not with &s;weetes, let me not drinke,</L>
<L>Till my brea&s;t bur&s;t, O <HI>Ioue</HI> thy Nectar, thinke</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>She &s;inkes into Ma&s;&s;i. armes.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>She is orecome with ioy.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Helpe, helpe to beare</L>
<L>Some happine&s;&s;e yee powers, I haue ioy to &s;pare,</L>
<L>Inough to make a God, O <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Peace,</L>
<L>A &s;ilent thinking makes full ioyes increa&s;e.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Lelius.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ma&s;sini&s;&s;a.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lelius.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thine eare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Stand off</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>From <HI>Scipio</HI> thus: by thy late vow offaith,</L>
<L>And mutuall league of endles amity,</L>
<L>As thou re&s;pects his vertue or Romes force,</L>
<L>Deliuer <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> to our hand,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sophoni&s;ba?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sophoni&s;ba.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>My Lord,</L>
<L>Lookes pale, and from his halfe bur&s;t eyes a flame,</L>
<L>Of deepe di&s;quiet breakes, the Gods turne fal&s;e,</L>
<L>My &s;ad pre&s;age.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Sophoni&s;ba?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Euen &s;he,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee kilde not <HI>Scipios</HI> father nor his vnkle,</L>
<L>Great <HI>Cneius.</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Carthage did.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Mas.</SPEAKER>
<L>to her whats Carthage?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Know twas her father <HI>A&s;drubal</HI> &s;trooke off</L>
<L>His fathers head, giue place to faith and fate,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tis cro&s;&s;e to honor.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>But tis iu&s;t to &s;tate,</L>
<L>So &s;peaketh <HI>Scipio,</HI> doe not thou detaine,</L>
<L>A Roman pri&s;oner, due to this great triumph,</L>
<L>As thou &s;halt an&s;were Rome and him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lelius.</HI></L>
<L>We now are in Romes power, <HI>Lelius,</HI></L>
<L>View <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa</HI> do, a loathed act,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;inking from that &s;tate his hart did keepe,</L>
<L>Looke <HI>Lelius</HI> looke, &s;ee <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa</HI> weepe,</L>
<L>Know I haue made a vow more deere to me,</L>
<PB REF="25">
<L>Then my &s;oules endles being: &s;he &s;hall re&s;t,</L>
<L>Free from Romes bondage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>But do&s;t thou forget,</L>
<L>Thy vow yet fre&s;h thus breathd: When I de&s;i&s;t:</L>
<L>To be commaunded by thy vertue: <HI>Scipio,</HI></L>
<L>Or fall from friend of Rome, Reuenging Gods,</L>
<L>Afflict me with your torture.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Lelius</HI> enough:</L>
<L>Salute the Roman, tell him wee will act</L>
<L>What &s;hall amaze him.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilt thou yeeld her then?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Shee &s;hall ariue there &s;traight.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Be&s;t fate of men,</L>
<L>To thee.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>and <HI>Scipio:</HI> Haue I liude O Heauens,</L>
<L>To be inforcedly perfidious?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>What vniu&s;t griefe afflicts my worthy Lord,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma</SPEAKER>
<L>Thanke me yee Gods, with much beholdingnes&punc;</L>
<L>For marke, I doe not cur&s;e you:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Tell mee &s;weet</L>
<L>The cau&s;e of thy much angui&s;h.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Ha, the cau&s;e?</L>
<L>Lett's &s;ee, wreath backe thine armes, bend down thy necke,</L>
<L>Practi&s;e ba&s;e Praiers, make fit thy &s;elfe for bondage,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bondage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bondage, Roman bondage.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No, No.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>How then haue I vowde well to <HI>Scipio?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>How then to <HI>Sophoni&s;ba?</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Right which way</L>
<L>Runne mad impo&s;&s;ible di&s;traction,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deere Lord thy patience; let it maze all power,</L>
<L>And li&s;t to her in who&s;e &s;ole heart it re&s;ts,</L>
<L>To keepe thy faith vpright.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Wilt thou be &s;lau'd,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>No free.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>How then keepe I my faith?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>My death&punc;</L>
<L>Giu's helpe to all: From Rome &s;o re&s;t we free,</L>
<L>So brought to <HI>Scipio,</HI> faith is kept in thee.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter a Page with a bole of wine.</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Thou dar&s;t not die, &s;ome wine, thou dar&s;t not die.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>How neere was I vnto the cur&s;e of man, Ioye,</L>
<L>How like was I yet once to haue beene glad;</L>
<L>He that neere laught may with a con&s;tant face,</L>
<L>Contemne <HI>Ioues</HI> frowne. Happine&s;&s;e makes vs ba&s;e.</L>
<STAGE>She takes a bold into which Ma&s;. puts poi&s;on.</STAGE>
<L>Behold me <HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa,</HI> like thy &s;elfe,</L>
<L>A king and &s;ouldier, and I pree thee keepe,</L>
<PB REF="26">
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> command,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Speake &s;weet.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>Deere doe not weepe</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> now with vndi&s;maid re&s;olue behold,</L>
<L>To &s;aue <HI>You, you,</HI> (for honor and iu&s;t faith.</L>
<L>Are mo&s;t true Gods, which we &s;hould much adore)</L>
<L>With euen di&s;dainefull vigour I giue vp,</L>
<L>A<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters">hord life.</L>
<STAGE>She drinks.</STAGE>
<L>You haue beene good to me,</L>
<L>And I doe thanke thee heauen, O my &s;tars,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> your goodnes, that with brea&s;t vn&s;taind,</L>
<L>Faith pure: a Virgin wife, try'de to my glory,</L>
<L>I die of female faith, the long liu'de &s;tory,</L>
<L>Secure from bondage, and all &s;eruile harmes,</L>
<L>But more mo&s;t happy in my husbands armes.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>she &s;inks</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Iug.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa, Ma&s;sini&s;sa,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Couetous</L>
<L>Fame greedy Lady, could no &s;cope of glory,</L>
<L>No rea&s;onable proportion of goodnes</L>
<L>Fill thy great brea&s;t, but thou mu&s;t proue immen&s;e</L>
<L>Incomprehence in vertue, what would&s;t thou,</L>
<L>Not onely be admirde, but euen adorde?</L>
<L>O glory ripe for heauen? Sirs helpe, helpe, helpe,</L>
<L>Let vs to <HI>Scipio</HI> with what &s;peed you can.</L>
<L>For piety make ha&s;te, whil&s;t yet we are man.</L>
<STAGE>Exeunt bearing Soph. in a chaire,</STAGE>
</SP>
<STAGE><HI>Cornets,</HI> A <HI>March, Enter Scipio in full &s;tate triumphal or|namentes carried before him and Sy. bound at the other d<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">r<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"> Lelius.</HI></STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>So.</SPEAKER>
<L>What an&s;wers <HI>Ma&s;sini&s;sa</HI> will he &s;end,</L>
<L>That <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> of &s;o mouing tongs</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Le.</SPEAKER>
<L>Full of di&s;maid vn&s;teddines he &s;tood,</L>
<L>His right hand lookt in hers, which hand he gaue</L>
<L>As pledge from Rome, &s;he euer &s;hould liue free</L>
<L>But when I entred, and well vrg'd this vow</L>
<L>And thy command his great hart &s;unke with &s;hame:</L>
<L>His eyes lo&s;t &s;pirite, and his heat of life,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> from his face, as one that &s;tood benumbde,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> t'effect, impo&s;&s;ibilities,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> her or <HI>Scipio,</HI></L>
<PB REF="26">
<L>Hemu&s;t breake vow, long time he to&s;&s;d his thoughts</L>
<L>And as you &s;ee a &s;now ball being rolde</L>
<L>At fir&s;t a handfull, yet long bould about,</L>
<L>Infen&s;ibly acquires a mighty globe,</L>
<L>So his cold griefe through agitation growes,</L>
<L>And more he thinkes, the more of griefe he knowes</L>
<L>At la&s;t hee &s;eemde to yeeld her.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Marke <HI>Scipio,</HI></L>
<L>Tru&s;t him that breaks a vow?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sci.</SPEAKER>
<L>How the~ tru&s;t thee?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy</SPEAKER>
<L>O mi&s;doubt him not, when hee's thy &s;laue like me</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Enter Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a all in black,</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Scipio,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;a,</HI></L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Generall.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<L>King:</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma&s;.</SPEAKER>
<L>Liu's there no mercy for one &s;oule of Carthage</L>
<L>But mu&s;t &s;ee ba&s;enes?</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<L>Would&s;t thou ioy thy peace,</L>
<L>Deliuer <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> &s;traight and cea&s;e,</L>
<L>Do nor gra&s;pe that which is too hote to hold,</L>
<L>We grace thy griefe, and hold it with &s;oft &s;en&s;e.</L>
<L>Inioy good courage, but voide in&s;olence.</L>
<L>I tell thee Rome and <HI>Scipio</HI> daine to beare,</L>
<L>So low a brea&s;t as for her &s;ay, we feare.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Do not, doe notilet not the fright of Nations</L>
<L>Know &s;o vile termes. Shee re&s;ts at thy di&s;po&s;e</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>To my &s;oule ioy, &s;hall <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> then</L>
<L>With me go bound and waite on <HI>Scipios</HI> wheele?</L>
<L>VVhen th'whole worlds giddy one man ca~not reele,</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L>Starue thy leane hopes, and Romans now behold</L>
<L>A &s;ight would &s;ad the Gods? make Phaebus cold.</L>
<STAGE>Orgaine and Recorders play to a &s;ingle voice: Enter in the mean time the mournful &s;olemnity of Ma&s;&s;ini&s;&s;as pre&s;enting Sophon. body:</STAGE>
<L>Looke <HI>Scipio,</HI> &s;ee what hard &s;hift we make</L>
<L>To keepe our vowes; here, take I yeeld her thee,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sophoni&s;ba</HI> I keepe vow thou art &s;till free.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sy.</SPEAKER>
<L>Bur&s;t my vext heart, the torture that mo&s;t rackes</L>
<L>An enimie, is his foes royall actes.</L>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sc.</SPEAKER>
<L>The glory of thy vertue liue for euer;</L>
<L>Braue heartes may be ob&s;cur'd, but extinct neuer.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Scipio adornes Ma&s;sini&s;&s;&s;a</STAGE>
<L>Take from the Generall of <HI>Rome</HI> this crowne,</L>
<L>This roabe of triumph, and this conque&s;ts wreath</L>
<PB REF="27">
<L>This <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> this hand for euer breath,</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span">: Liue worth thy fame</L>
<L>As far from faintings as from now ba&s;e name.</L>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Ma.</SPEAKER>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> whom like &s;parkling &s;teale the &s;trokes of Chance</L>
<L>Made hard and firme; and like wild fier turnd</L>
<L>The more cold fate, more bright thy vertue burnd,</L>
<L>And in whole &s;eas of mi&s;eries did&s;t flame.</L>
<L>On thee lou'd creature of a deathle&s;&s;e fame</L>
<STAGE>Ma&s;&s;ini&s;sa adornes Sophoni&s;ba.</STAGE>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> all my honour: O thou for whom I drinke</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 word"> deepe of greefe, that he mu&s;t onely thinke,</L>
<L>Not dare to &s;peake) that would expre&s;&s;e my woe,</L>
<L>Small riuers murmur, deepe gulfes &s;ilent flow,</L>
<L>My griefe is here, not here, heaue gently then,</L>
<L>Womens right wonder, and iu&s;t &s;hame of men.</L>
</SP>
<STAGE>Cornets a &s;hort flori&s;h. Exeunt que, manet Ma.</STAGE>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="epilogue">
<HEAD>EPILOGVS.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>And now with lighter pa&s;&s;ion, though with mo&s;t iust feare</L>
<L>I change my per&s;on, and do hether beare</L>
<L>Anothers voyce, who with a phra&s;e as weak</L>
<L>As his de&s;erts now will'd me, (thus form'd) &s;peake,</L>
<L>If wordes well &s;enc'd, be&s;t &s;uting &s;ubiect graue,</L>
<L>Noble true &s;tory may once boldly craue,</L>
<L>Acceptance gratious, if he who&s;e fiers,</L>
<L>E<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="2 letters">y not others nor him &s;elfe admires,</L>
<L>If &s;ceans exempt from ribaldrie or rage,</L>
<L>Of taxinges indi&s;creet, may plea&s;e the &s;tage,</L>
<L>If &s;uch may hope applau&s;e, he not commandes</L>
<L>Yet craues as due, the iu&s;tice of your hands</L>
<L>But freely he prote&s;ts how ere it is,</L>
<L>Or well or ill, or much, not much ami&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>With con&s;tant modesty he doth &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>To all, &s;aue tho&s;e, that haue more tongue then wit.</L>
</LG>
<P><HI>After all, let me intreat my Reader not to taxe me, for the fa|&s;hion of the Entrances and Mu&s;ique of this Tragidy, for know it is printed onely as it was pre&s;ented by youths, &amp; after the fa|&s;hion of the priuate &s;tage. Nor let &s;ome ea&s;ily amended errors in the Printing afflict thee &s;ince thy owne di&s;cour&s;e will ea&s;ily <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 span"> &s;uch vneuennes.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
</ETS>
