HORATIUS

Spoke Like a King. Shall this be brooked my Sovereign? Dismount the Traitor. Dares: That Cocles dares. This hand alyde unto the Roman Crown, Whom never fear dejected or cast low, Lays his victorious sword at Tarquin's feet, And prostrates with his sword, allegiance. King Servius life we loved, but he expire Great Tarquin's life, is in our hearts desired. We live for Tarquin. Yonder princes at counsel with the king. I herd him say, he would straight take his horse Unto the warlike Gabines enemies. Had I as many souls as drops of blood In this branched veins, as many lives as stars Stuck in yond azare roof, and were to die More death's then I see wasted weary minutes To grow to this, Idem hazard all, and more, To purchase freedom to this bondaged Room. I'm vexed to see this virgin conqueress wear shackles in my fight. fret. the more thy vanity. Great Tarquin's pride, and Tullia's cruelty. Madam strange news: Prince Sextus by the enemies of Room Was nobly used and made their General, Twice hath he met his father in the field, And foiled him by the warlike Gabines aid: But how hath he rewarded that brave Nation, That in his great disgrace supported him? I'll tell you Madam, he since the last battle Sent to his father a close messenger To be received to grace, withal demanding What he should do with those his enemies: Great Tarquin from his son receives this news, Being walking in his Garden, when the messenger Importunde him for answer, the proud king Lops with his wand the heads of poppies off, And says no more, with this uncertain answer The messenger to Sextus back returns. who questions of his father's words, looks, gesture, He tells him what the haughty speechless King Did to the heads of poppies, which bold Sextus Straight apprehends, cuts off the great men's heads, And having lest the Gabines without Governors, Flies to his father, and this day is welcomed For this his traitorous service, by the King With all endue solemn honours to the Court. But Shall we to horse without circumstance? They wear so much cork under their heals, they Can ̄ not choose but love to caper. Soft, soft, lets steal upon her as upon the rest, lest having some watchword at our arrival, we may give her notice to be bet ter prepared, nay by your leave Coll tine, weel limit you no and vam ̄ tage. By Jove I'll buy my wife a wheel and make her spin for this trick. That can none of us, because we are all parties, let Prince Sextus determine it who hath been with us, and been and ey witness of their beauty's. Lucrece shall pardon him, we would took our leaves of our wives, nor shall Collatine be before us, though our Ladies in oh there things come behind you. Return to Room now we are in the mid way to the Can ̄ p? Good Valeri S, this has brought us even to the skirts of the camp, enter Lords. Would it were come to fronting. And further did he strine to go man? I man. And did he further strive to feel man? I man. Did he take the Lady by the shin man? Further too would he have man? I man. Further then that would he be man. I man. And now he came it somewhat nigh man. And at the same had he a fling man. I man. How fare you Lady? Behis hand ar worser with and imperial Sceptre. I, name him Lady, our love to you shall only thus ap pear In the revenge that we will take on him. Now's the time to call their pride to count, Brutus lead on, Weel follow thee to their confusion. To see the father and the husband mourn Over this chaste dame, that have so well deserved Of Room and them, then to infer the pride, The wrongs and the perpetual tyranny Of all the Tarquin's, See Wuius, Tullius death, and his unnatural usage by that Monster Tullia the Queen all these shall well concur in a combined revenge Tullia's gilded shall be by us revenged, that in her pride, In blood paternal, her rough coach-wheels died. but we, cry a Brutus. Then breakt behind me, for by heaven I'll grow, And root my foot as deep as to the centre, before I leave this passage. Save them all, to make Room stand, Horatius here will fallen. Farewell. Soft Tarquin, see a bulwark to this bridge. You first must pass, the man that enters here Must make his passage through Horatius breast, See with this target do I buckle Room, And with this sword defy the pussa ̄ to army of two great king. Porsenna, Tarquin, now wade passed your depths, And enter Room, I seel my body sink Beneath my ponderous weight, Room is preserved, And now farewell: for he that follows me Must search the bottom of this raging stream , Fame with thy golden wings, renown my crest, And Tiber take me on thy silver breast. Great consul thanks, but leaving thislets march out of the city. And once more bid them battle on the plains. Dear Sc Nola thou hast exceeded us in our resolve, But will the Tarquin's give us present battle? Aruns stay that sword that late did drink the consuls blood Must with his keen phange tire upon my flesh, or this on ine. Leave that to me. Both slain: o noble Brutus this thy fam To after ages shall survive, thy body Shall have a fair & gorgeous Sepulchre: For whom the matrons shall in funeral black Mourn twelve moons, thou that first governed Room, And swayed the people by a consuls name. These bodies of the Tarquin's weel commit Unto the funeral pile: you Collatine Shall succeed Brutus, in the consuls place. Whom with h this Laurel wreathe we here relate Such is the peoples voice, accept it then. I would I were no Roman. Mutius do. Thou hast them. True. Thou hast hit me. No lle dooe't for thee, Tarquin's ability will in the weal, Beget a weak unable impotence: His strength, make Room and our dominions weak, His soaring high make us to flag our wings, And fly close by the earth, his golden feathers,, Are of such Vastness that they spread Like sails, And so be calm us that we have not air, Able to raise our plumes, to taste the pleasures of our own Elements. Since he was King he bears him Like a God, His wife Like Pallas or the wife of oue, Will not be parleyed without sacrifice, And homage sole endue to the deities. Jove send it. Howe's all at Room, that with such sad presage, Distu bed Colatine, and noble Brutus Are hurried from the Camp with Scenola? And we with expedition amongst the rest, Are charged to Room? speak, what did Sextus there with thy fair mistress? Porsenna than to unworthy of a sceptre, To shelter pride, lust, rape, and tyranny, In that proud Prince and his confederate sons. I consul, and the powerful hand of Room Grasps his imperial sword: the name of King The tyrant Tarquin's have made odious Unto this nation: and the general knee, Of this our warlik people, now low bends To royal Brutus where the kings name ends. Yet stand, my foot is fixed upon this bridge. Tiber, thy arched streams shall be changed crimso, with Roman blood, before I trudge from hence. Where ere I find a Tarquin, he's for me. Aruns lies dead by this bright sword thats here about his head. Lift up their slaughtered bodies, help to rear them a gainst this hill in view of all the camp, This sighed will be a terror to the so, and make them yield or fly. 'Tis too late, his mounting prid's sunk in the peoples hate. Whither will you my Lord? Nay good Lucretius do not leave us thus, See here comes Collatine, but where Valerius How does he taste these times. Nay can his thought shape ought but melancholy To see these dangerous passages of state, How is he tempered noble Collatine? See where he comes. Morrow Valerius. Upon my life he's either mad or lovesick, O can Valerius, but so late a statesman, Of whom the public weal deserved so well Tune out his age in songs and Cansonets, Whose voice should thunder conusell in the ears Of Tarquin, and proud Tullia? think Valerius What that proud woman Tullia is, 'twill put thee Quite out of tune. But I my gall to grate. Retire to make Room live, 'tis death that I desire. I would have none spare me, for isle spare none, Colla tine will pledge no health unless it be to his Lucrece. I am discontented & dare not speak my thoughts, This music mads me, I all mirth despise. I would put in for a lot, but 1000 to one I shall draw but a blank. The news, the news, if it have any S ape Of adnes, if some prod gye have chanced, That may beget revenge, I'll cease to chafe, Vex, martyr, grieve, to ture, torment my self, And tune my hu our to strange strains of mirth: My soul divines some happiness, speak, speak: I know thou hast some news that will create me Merry and musical, for I would laugh, Be new transhape, I prithee sing Valerius that I may air with thee.