PISO

Noble Gentlemen, what thanks, what recompense Shall he give you, that give to him the world; One life to them, that must so many venture, And that, the worst of all, is too mean pay; Yet can I give no more; Take that, bestow it Upon your service. Have patience good Scevinus I see the good thoughts you have of me, Lords. Lets now proceed to the purpose of our meeting, I pray you take your places. Lets have some Paper brought And those are great ones. Meli. waire ith'next chamber tell we call. abscondit see The thing determinde on our meeting now, Is of the means, and place, endue circumstance, As to the doing of things t'is required, So done it names the Actium. And since the field, and open show of arms Dislike you, and that for the general good, You mean to end all styrres, in end of him: That, as the ground, must first be thought upon. Partly of us are already take, the rest Amazed, and seeking holes; Our hidden ends You see laid open, Court, and City armed, And for fear joining to the partly they fear. Why should we move desperate, and hopeless arms And vainly spill that noble blood, that should Crystal Rubes, and the Median fields, Not Tiber colour: And the more your show be Your loves, and readiness to lose your lives, The lother I am to adventure them. Yet am I proud, you would for me have died, But live, and keep your selves to worthier ends; No Mother but my own shall weep my death, Nor will make by overthrowing us, Heaven guilty of more faults, yet from the Hope's, Your own go worser wishes, rather then the thing Do make ou S , this comfort I receive Of death un orst. Oh friends, I would not die When I can live no longer; It's my glory, That free, and willing I give up this breath, Leaving such courages as you S untried. But to belong in talk of dying, would Show a relenting, and a doubtful mi worser: By this you shall my quiet though S intend; I blame nor Earth, nor H aven for my end. He die. Oh be it far, that I should stain my Table, And Gods of Hospitality with blood; Let not our cause (now Innocent) be soiled With such a blot, nor Piso's name made hateful. What place can better fit our Actium Then his own house? that boundless envied heap, Built with the spoils, and blood of Citizens That hath taken up the City, left no room For Room to stand on; Romans get you gone And dwell at Ʋ ciae, If that Vciae too This house over run not. Not so, B fus the Captain of the Guard's with us, And diverse other oth' Preterian Band Already made; many, though unacquainted With our intents, have had disgrace and wrongs, Which grieve them still; most will be glad of change, And even they that loved him best, when once They see him gone, will smile o'th coming times, Let go things passed, and look to their own safety: Beside, th'astonishment and fear will be So great, so sudden, that it'll hinder them From doing any thing. Though we would all have that employment sought, Yet, since your worthy forwardness, Servinus, Prevents us, And so Nobly begs for danger: Be this the chosen hand to do the deed, The fortune of the Empire speed your sword.