LENTULUS

Not yours nor her own Terentia, your's in more destie Flaviam, See Tulley what and active passive love hath played, I love, and am again beloved, but at the shrine Where I do offer up my Cordial sacrifice, I am returned with peremptory scorn, And where I stand but as a gazer, Viewing all alike, I am pursued With violent passion a speaking eye Binds favours, and now discovering lines, Thy counsel now deer friend, for at Thy direction stands my thrall or freedom. And happiness to you. The Like is doomde to fair Terentai, How say you both, are ye content? I can, I can, here Tully, take Terentia, Live many happy years in faithful love, This is no more then friendships laws allow, Think me thy self another Cicero. No, of my faith my Lady. Nay, nay, we must have all friends. Jarring discords are no marriage music, Throw not Hymen in a cuckstoole, dimple Your furrowed brows, since all but mirth was meant, Let us not then conclude in discontent. Say, shall we all in friendly strain Measure our paces to bedward? How well thy power can shun, that which I follow with obedience, too true i'faith, Thou mightest as well put out the eye of day, Or cover sin from heaven, or to erect A tower of sand, on the uncertain surge, Or any thing that were more inficient, Then to remove one doting thought of mine From her disdain, thy aid deer Tulley. Be thou and Orratour for Lentulus, My tongue stands tuned to a harsher method, Breath in her ears those Organs of receit, A quintessence distilled of honey words, And charm with a beguiling lullaby, Her free consent to thine and my request. Which done, that's done, which is my sole delight, Which done, that's done, that I can never quite. Thanks sweet Cicero, this day we dine with old Flamiuius, The forward Father of my Aukeward love. His willing mind does strive to make the peace, Betwixt our discord thoughts: his free consent Is given to Lentulus, there Tulley takes on hold, And when a Sun of thy intent shines fair, On set loves fort, with politic assaults, And conquer conquest in obtaining that, Where victor's are repulsed: but see, Our talk hath overtaken our way, see old Flaminius Comes to welcome us, With him a look, look the bright orient verge, At the uprising of Aurora's shine. If they admit us for their Guardian, Weel dare dangers ere we partly from them. Now gentle Tulley, advocate my suit, Her fore-amazing person makes me mute. Tush, tush, on earth, come, come, I know your suit, 'tis granted sure what ere it be. Neither i'faith, kneel not, rise, rise, I pray You both confess you have offended me. Then for this offence, be this your doom, Tulley must die, but not till fates decree To cut your vital thread, or Terentia Find in her heart to be your Deathes-man? That I would claim with you, fair Lady, hark in your ear, nay, I must conclude with you. Why then, theres a bargain. Marcus, Tullius, and Cicero. Then you deliver this as your act and deed? Why well said, 'tis done, see, we begin but now, And are as ready to go to Church as you: What needs further ceremony? I Lady, come Tully and Terentia, One day shall shine on both our Nuptials, Fear not, isle quench the fire of your Father's heat With my consent. About a week hence love. Then four days. We cannot sooner be ready: Well then two days. O no doubt Accutus, be the attempt, My peril, his royal promise is passed In that behalf: my sovereign, this Gentleman's Request, takes hold upon your gatious promise, For the releasement of a prisoner.