HASDRUBAL

What Carthage hath decreed, Hanno is done Advanced and born was Asdrubal for state Only with it his faith, his love, his hate Are of one piece: were it my daughters life That fate hath song to Carthage safety brings What deed so read but hath been done by Kings? phiginia, he thats a man for men, Ambitious as a God, must Like a God Live clear from passion, his full aimde attend Immense to others, sole self to comprehend Round in's own globe, not to be clasped but holds Within him all, his heart being of more folds Then Shield of Telamon not to be pierced though struck The God of wisemen is themselves, not luck. Enter Gisco. See him by whom now Massivissa is not Gisco i'st done? His virtue mazde thee, (um) why now I see Thart that joust man that hath true touch of blood, Of pity and soft piety: Forgive? Yes honour thee, we did it but to try What sense thou hadst of blood: go Bytheas Take him into our private treasury And cut his throat, the slave hath all betrayed. The Gods of boldness with us, how runs chance? Down slave. Die. Break up and fly, This was your plot. The curse of women's words go with you: fly, You are no villains, Gods and men, which way? Advise vile things. I. Did you not plot? But you enticed me. Do not provoke my sword, I live. Up braid ye me? Know me the spirit of great Asdrubal Father to Sophonisba, whose bade heart Made justly most unfortunate: for know I turned unfaithful, after which the field Chanced to our lose, when of thy men there fell 6000 souls next fight of Lybeans ten. After which lose we unto Carthage flying, Enraged people cried their army fell Through my base treason: straight my revengeful fury Makes them pursue me, I with resolute hast Made to the graven of all our Ancestors Where poisoned, hoped my bones should have long rest. But see the violent multitude arrives Tear down our monument, and me now dead Deny a graven: hurl us among the rocks To staunch beasts hunger; therefore thus ungraved I seek slow rest: now dost thou know more woes And more must feel: Mortals Oh fear to sleight Your Gods and vows: Jove's arm is of dread might. Spirits of wrath know nothing but their woes. Hannibal our anchor is come back, thy slight Thy Stratagem to led war unto Room To quite our selves, hath taught now desperate Room Assail our Carthage, Now the war is here. Scipio. Found the retreat, respect your health brave Prince, The waste of blood throw's paleness on your face, The day looks off from Carthage cease all arms A modest temperance is the life of arms, Take our best surgeon Gisco, he is sent From Carthage to attend your chance of war, That nothing can secure us but thy blood: Infuse it in his wound, will work amain, What Jove? thy God must be thy gain And as for me. Thou knowest, a statist must not be a man. Hanno 'tis done: Scyphax revolt by this Hath secured Carthage: and now his force come in And joined with us give Massinissa charge, And assured slaughter: Oh you powers forgive, Through rottenst dung best plam ̄ ts both sprout & live By blood vines grow. Tush Hanno let me prosper let routs prate, My power shall force their silence or my hate. Shall scorn their idle malice: men of weight Know, he that fears envy let him cease to reign, The peoples hate to some hath been their gain. For how so ere a Monarch feigns his parts, Steal any thing from Kings but subjects hearts. Lower, lower, —Broad scorn open feigned powers Make good the camp, no, fly, yes, what? wild rage, To be a prosperous villain yet some heat some hold, But to burn temples and yet freeze, Oh cold, Give me some health, now your blood Sinks: thus deeds Ill nourished rot, without I oue nought succeeds. Live both high parents of so happy birth Your stems may touch the skies and shadow earth Most great in fame more great in virtue shining Prosper Oh powers a joust, a strong divining. With hope of place.