Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 8 (massinissa, yaw, league, renown, quasi, apud…). Matches are highlighted.
graven See nators, This strange election, and this new made Law, Will witness our unstable government, And dispossess Room of her Empery; For although Marius be renowned in Arms, Famous for prowess, and graven in warlike drifts, Yet may the sunshine of his former deeds Nothing eclipse our Scillas dignity: By lot and by election
le S my Lord in governing this state, To live in rest, and die with honour too? What greater wrong, than leave thy country so? Come bear we hence this trophy of renown, Whose life, whose death was far from Fortune's frown, How fares my Lord? what dreadful thoughts are these What doubtful answers on a sudden thus? I tell you goodman
Full speech
Believe me Noble Romans, & graven See nators, This strange election, and this new made Law, Will witness our unstable government, And dispossess Room of her Empery; For although Marius be renowned in Arms, Famous for prowess, and graven in warlike drifts, Yet may the sunshine of his former deeds Nothing eclipse our Scillas dignity: By lot and by election he was made, Chief General against Mithridates, And shall we then abridge him of that Rule; TO were injury to Scylla and to Room: Nor would the height of his all daring mind, Brook to the death so vile and fowl disgrace. Scylla, I come to thee, My long concealed thoughts Mark Anthony, Must seek discovery through thy pliant words: Believe me Scylla civil mutinies, Must not obscure thy glories and our names: Then sith that factious Marius is suppressed, Go spread thy colours amid the Asian fields, Mean while my self will watch this Cities weal. Lictors proclaim this our undaunted doom, we will that Marius and his wretched sons, His friends Sulpitius, Claudius and the rest Beheld for traitors, and acquit the men That shall endanger there unlucky lines, And henceforth Tribunes name and state shall cease, Grave Senators how Like you this decree? Scylla farewell and happy be thy chance, Whose war both Room and Romans must a duaunce. What think you Citizens, why stand you mute punc; Shall Scylla be Dictator here in Room? Hereto the Senate frankly does agree. Your Grace hath small occasions of , Nor seek these Citizens for your disclaim. Then to conclude his happiness my Lords, Determine where shall be his Funeral. Why Lepidus what Roman ever was, That merited so high a name as he? Then why with simple pomp and funeral Would you entomb so rare a paragon? I Scylla, these are words of much worth, Fit for the master of so great a mind: Now Room must stoop, for Marius and his friends Have left their arms, and trust unto their heals. O Scylla, in revenging injuries, Inflict the pain where first offence did spring, And for my sake establish peace in Room, And pardon these repentant Citizens. And does your Lordship then disdain to stoop What le S my Lord in governing this state, To live in rest, and die with honour too? What greater wrong, than leave thy country so? Come bear we hence this trophy of renown, Whose life, whose death was far from Fortune's frown, How fares my Lord? what dreadful thoughts are these What doubtful answers on a sudden thus? I tell you goodman Curtal the wench hath wrong, o vain world, o foolish men, could a man in nam ture cast a wench down, and disdain in nature to lift his up again? could he take away ir dishonesty without bouncing up the banes of matrimony? o learned Poet well didst thou write ustian verse. These maids are daws that go to the laws and a babe in the belly. But mark the fierce if they swell before, it will grieve them soar. but see yondes Master Scylla, faith a pretty fellow is a. I tell you Master Scylla my neighbour will have the Law, he had the right he will have the wrong for therein dwells the Law. Nay goodman Curtal, your discretions are we rye simple, let me cramp him with a reason. Sirrah, whither is better good ale or small beer? Alas see his implicity that cannot answer me: why I say ale. Thou hast reason, ergo say I 'tis better be a King than a clown. Faith master Scylla, I hope a man may now call you knave by authority. Then worshipful Master Scylla, be it known un to you, that my neighbours daughter Doritie was a maid of restority, fair fresh and fine as a merry cup of wine. Her eyes Like two potched eggs, great and goodly her legs, but mark my doleful ditty, alas for woe and pity: a soldier of yours upon a bed of flowers, gave her such a fallen, as she lost maidenhead and all. And thus in very good time I end my rudefull time.
Plot summary
Plot — The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla
King Mithridates has defied Roman power in Asia Minor, and the consul Sulla has been selected by lot to take reprisals. But Sulla lingers with the army in Capua, and the Senate votes to transfer the command to Marius, a more experienced soldier. Sulla invades the Senate with his troops and threatens to uphold his rights with violence. The senators take sides, and a civil war follows. Sulla is victorious; Marius takes refuge at Minturnum. Sulla proscribes Marius and his allies as traitors, and leads the army to Asia Minor. Marius is warned that his hosts plot his murder, but accepts his fate and goes to sleep. The assassin, Pedro, is unable to go through with the killing, so the magistrates simply ask Marius to leave town. He flees to Africa, and lives in the mountains on a diet of roots. Marius’ son comes to recall him to Rome: the new consul, Cinna, is sympathetic to him. But Sulla returns victorious from the east, and attempts to prevent his rival from entering Italy. Nevertheless Marius reaches Rome, and begins to settle old scores with violence. Cinna deposes and murders his fellow consul Octavius, Marius’ enemy, and Marius is appointed to fill the vacancy. Sulla is proscribed and his property confiscated, and Marius sends his son to engage Sulla’s army in battle. Sulla’s wife and daughter are arrested as they attempt to leave Rome; Marius threatens them with death, but then sends them honourably back to Sulla. Marius dies in office. After a bloody battle, Sulla enters Rome victorious and compiles an extensive death-list of his enemies. Young Marius holes up in Praeneste, the last stronghold of resistance, but after a siege he concedes the inevitable and commits suicide; Sulla’s forces conquer the city and put the inhabitants to the sword. Sulla is proclaimed dictator, and insists that the appointment be made perpetual; but he soon finds that supreme power brings with it a troubled mind, and resigns the office. He plans to retire to the country, but a spirit appears with a prophecy of his death. He takes his leave of his family, and is buried with great pomp.