PAUSANIUS

My Lord the course of your unstayed fate, Made weak through that your late unhappy fight, Withdraws our wills that f ine would work your weal: For long experience and the change of times, The innocent suppressions of the joust In leaning to forsaken men's relief, Does make us fear lest our unhappy town, should perish through the angry Romans sword. A hope beseeming Marius, but I fear, Too strange to have a short and good event. Then Favorinus shut his Lordship up, within some secret chamber in the state, Mean while we will consult to keep him safe, And work some secret means for his supply. Poor hapless Roman, little ottest thou, The weary end of thine oppressed life. O Lucius age hath printed in my thoughts, A memory of many troubles passed, The greatest towns and Lords of Asia, Have stood on tickle terms through simple truth, The Rhodian records well can witness this. Then to prevent our means of overthrow, Find out some stranger that may suddenly, Enter the chamber where as Marius lies, And cut him short, the present of whose head Shall make the Romans praise us for our truth, And Scylla pressed to grant us privilege. In Countries cause in justice proves joust. Come Lucius let not silly thought of right, Subject our City to the Romans might: For why you know in Marius only end, Room will reward and Scylla will be , 'Tis desperate, not perfect nobleness, For to a man that is prepared to die, The heart should rend, the sleep should leave the eye: But say Pedro, will you do the deed? Thou shalt have forty crowns, will that content thee? The Like assaults attaint my wandering mind. Seeing our bootless war with matchless fate, Let us entreat him to forsake our town, So shall we gain a friend of Room and him: But mark how happily he does awake. No matchless Roman, thine approved mind That erst hath altered our ambitious wrong Must flourish still, and we thy servants live To see thy glories Like the swelling tides Exceed the bounds of Fate and Roman rule. Yet leave us Lord, and seek some safer shed, Where more secure thou mayest prevent mishaps: For great pursuits and troubles thee await. Nay stay my Lord and dame in private here, To weight a message of more better worth, Your age and travels must have some relief, And be not wrath, for greater men than we Have feared Room and Roman tirranie. What sudden madness daunts this stranger thus? What fury haunts this wretch on sudden thus?