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So few are vertuous, when the reward's away.

Nor muft I be unmindful of my private ;

For which I have call'd my brother, and the tribunes^

My kins-folk, and my clients to be near me :

He that Hands up 'gainft traitors, and their ends,

Shall need a double guard, of law, and friends :

Efpecially, in fuch an envious irate,

That fooncr will accufe the magiftrate,

Than the delinquent ; and will rather grkve

The treafon is not acted, thunbeleve

Ccrfar, Catiline.

T He night grows on ; and you are for your meeting *
lie therefore end in few. Berefolute,
And put your enterprife in aft : the more
Aftions of depth, and danger areconfider'd,
The lefs afTuredly they are performed.
And thence it hapneth, that the braved plots
(Not executed ftraight) have been difcover'd.
Say, you are conftant, or another, a third,
Or more , there may be yet one wretched fpirit,
With whom the fear of punimment (hall work;
Bove all the thoughts of honor, and revenge.
You arc not, now, to think what's 'beft to do,
As in beginnings ; but, what rmift be done,
Being thus entred : and flip no advantage
That may fecure you. i,et them call it mlfchief.
When it is paft, and profper'd, 'twill be vertuc.
Th'are petty crimes, are punifli'd, great rewarded
Nor muft you think of peril , fince attempts,

Begun-,



C VI T I L I N E*

Begun with danger, ftill do end with glory :

And, when need fpurs, defpair will be cali'd wifdom,

Lefs ought the care of men , or fame to fright you -,

For they, that win, do feldome receive mame

Of victory : how ere it be atchiev'd ;

And vengeance, leaft. For who, befieg'd with wants,

Would flop at death, or any thing beyond it?

Come, there was never any great thing, yet,

Afpired, but by violence, or fraud:

And he that flicks (for folly of a confcier.ce)

To reach it Cat . Is a good religious fool.

Cc/~. A fuperftitiousflave, and will die bead.
Good night. You know what Crajfos thinks, and I,
By this : Prepare you wings, as large as fails.
To cut through air, and leave no print behind you.
A ferpent, ere he comes to be a dragon,
Do's eat a bat : and fo muft you a CV/W,
That watches. What you do, do quickly Sergittt.
You fhall not ftir for me. Cat. Excufe me, lights there.

C<c/!By no means Cat. Stay then All good thoughts to <efar 9
And like to Craffus. C&f. Mind but your friends counfeli.

Catiline^ Anreli(t y Lecca.

OR, I will bear no mind. How now, Attrelia ?
Are your confederates come ? the Ladies ? Aur. Yes,

Cat. Artd is Semproaia there ? Aur. She is. Cat That's weB.
She has afulphurous fpirit, and will take
Lightatafpark. Break with them, gentle love,
About the drawing as many of their husband,
Into the plot, as can : if not, to trid 'hem.
That'll be the eafier practice, unofome,
Who have been tir'd with 'hern long. Sollicite
Their aids, for money : and their fervants help,
In firing of the city, at that time
Shall be defign'd. Promife 'hem ftates, and empires,
And men, for lovers, made of better clay,
Than ever the old potter Titan knew.
WHO'S that ? O, Porcius Lecca } are they met ?

Ltc. They are all here.c<zr.Love,you have your inftruclionf
lie truilyou with the fluff you have to work on.
You'll form it ? Porcius^ fetch the filver eagle
I ga' you in charge. And pray 'hem they will enter.



Catiline,



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j Cetbegus, CUTJHS, Lent-ulus^ Vargu.vteiH^Lwginits>
Gabinius, Cepanus^ Antronius, &c.

O, Friends, your faces glad me. This will be
Ourlaft, I. hope, of confutation.

Get. So it had need, Cur. We lofe occafion, daily.

C/K . I, and our meajis : whereof OBC, wounds me mofl,
That was the faireft. Pifo is deaeb 4n Spam.

Cet. As we are,here. Lon. And.as it isthought,by-envy
Of Pompefs followers, Len. He too's coming back,
Now., out of Afia. Cat. Therefore, what we intend,
We mult be-fwift it. Take your feats, and hear,
I have, already, fent Sept
Into the Picene territory ;
To raife force, for us, in
Manilas at Fefala, is (by this time) up,
W ith the old needy troops, that follow'd Sylla :
Andall do but txpeft, when we will give
The blow^at home./ Behold this fflver eagle,
Twas yl/4>jftandard, in the Cimbfian war,
Fatall to Rom? ; and, as our augures tell me,
Shall ftill be fo : for which one ominous caufc,
1' have kept it fafe, and done it facred rites,
As to a ged-head, iiv-a chappel built
OfpiJrfitffe.to.it. Pledg -then all your- hands,
To follow it, with vows oftJeatn.j and ruine,
Struck filently, and'h'orne! So waters fpeak
When they run deepcft.' Now's the time, this year,- "
The twenti'th from the firing of the Capitol,
As fatal too, to Rome, by aH pf editions :
And, in which, hono<i />>#/////*. rnwll rife
A King, ifhepurfiK . If he do not,

He is not worthy the great deftiny.

Len. It is too great for fiie, but what the godsj
And their great loves decree me, I mufl: not
Seem carelefs of. Cat . No, nor we envious.
We have enoug!\beJideyall Gaffta, Bclgia.
ce ftyl&Hfrlid ^frickl Cat, I, and dfi



Greece lHfrlid ^frickl Cat, I, and dfiatQO,

Now Pompey is returning; CAt. Nobleft 'Romances,

Methinks our looks, are 'hot To-quick and high,

As they were wont. Cur. No ? whofe is not ? Cat.. We have

No anger in our eyes, no ftorm, no lightning :

Our hate is fpent, and fum'd away in vapour>

Before our hands be at work. I can accufe

Not. anyone, butallofflack%f. Cct. Yesj



C A TIL I N j?. 37

Ahdbeyourfelffuch, while you do it. Cat. Ha?
Tis fharply anfwer'd, Cains, Get. Truly, truly.

Len. Come, let us each one know his part to do,
And then be accus'd. Leave thefe untimely quarrels.

Cur. I would there were more Romes than- one, to ruin, (natures,

Cet. More Romes ? More worlds. Cur. Nay, then, more gods, and
If they took part. Len. When fhall the time be firft ?

Cat. I think the Satitrnals. Cet. 'Twill be too long.

Cat. .They are not now far off, 'tis not a month.

Cet. A week, a day, an hour is too far off,
Now, were the fitted time. Cat. W ha'notkid
All things fo fafe, and ready. Cet. While, we'are laying,:
We mall all lye, and grow to earth. Would I
Were nothing m it, if not now. Thefe things
They mould be done,e're thought. Cat. Nay, now your reafou
Forfakes you, Cains. Think, but what commodity
That time will miniftcr-; the Cities cuftome,
Of being, then, in mirth, andfeaft Len. Loos'd whole

/n pleafufe and fecurity Ant. Each houfe

Refolv'd in freedom Cur. Every (lave a matter-

Lon. And they toc^ no mean aids -Cur. Made from their hope- .
Of liberty 'Len. Or hate unto their lords.

Far. Tis fure, there cannot be a time found out .
More apt, and natural. Len. Nay, goodCethegut, .
Why do your paffions, now, d ilturb our hopes ?

Cet. VVhy do your hopes delude your certainties ?

Cat. , You muft lend him his way. Think, for the order,
Andprocefs of it. Lon Yes, Len. /like not fire:
'Twill too much waft my-City. CV, Were it embers, .
There will be wealth enough, rak't out of them,
To fpring anew. It mult be fire, or nothing.

Lon. What elfe fhould fright, or terrifie 'hem ? Par. True,
/n that confufion, muft be the chief (laughter.

Cur. Then we mail kill 'hem braveil. C-ep. ^nd in- heaps.

Slut . Strew facrifices, C//r, Make the earth an altar.

Lw. And Rome the fire. Lee. Twill be a noble night.

Var. ^nd worth all -Syllas days. CHT. When husbands, wives,
Grandfires, and nephews, fervants, an-d their lords,
Virgins, and prieils, the infant, and the nurfe,
Go all to hellj together in a fleet.

Cat. I would have you, Lo.-giniis^w&StatiUuS)
To take the charge o'the firing, which muft be,
At a fign given with a trumpet, done
In twelve chief places of the City, . at once,
The flax, and f^Fphur, are already laid' '
Irij at Cetktjfa houie/ -So-are the weapofis.



CATILINE.

J, you, with other force (hall ftop
The pipes, and conduits : and kill thofe that come
For water, Cnr. What (hall I do ? Cat. All will have
Employment, fear not . Ply the Execution.

Cw. For that, truft me, and Cethegtu. Cat. I will b
At hand, with the army, to meet thofe that fcape.
And Lenndus, begirt you Pornpey's houfc,
To feize his fons alive : for they are they
Muft make our peace with him. All clfe cut off,
As Tarqui-'ic did the poppy-heads ; or mowers
A field of thirties ; or elfe, up, asploughes
Do barren lands ; andftrike together flints,
ArA clods ; th'ungratful Senate^ and the people :
TillnoTage, gone before, or coining after,
May weigh-Avith yours, though horror leapt her felf
Into the fcale ; but, in your violent a<fts,
The fall of torrents, and the noife of tempefts,
The boyling ofCharybdv, the feas wilenefs,
The eating force of flames, and wings of winds,
Be all out-wrought, by your tranfcendent furies.
It had been done, e'rc this, had I been Conful ;
We had had no (top, no let. Len. How find you Antonitu ?

Cat. The other ha s wonne him, loft : that Cicero
Was born to be my oppofition,
^4nd ftands in all our ways Cur. Remove him fir/I.

Cct. May that, yet, be done fooner ? Cat . Would it were doae.

Chr. V*r. I'll do't. Or. It is my province ; none ufurpe it.

Len. What are your means ? Of. Enquire not. He {hall dye.
Shall, u x as too flow ly faid. He is dying. That
Is, yet/tooflow. He is dead. Cat. Brave, only Romans f
Whofe foul might be the worlds foul, were that dying j
Refufe not, yet, the aids of thefe your friends.

Len. Here's Va.rguvtsiw holds goo i quarter with him.

Cat. slnd under the pretext of clientele,
./4nd vifitation, with the morning hail,
Will be admitted. Or. What is that to me

far. Yrs, we may kill him in his b.dj andfifely.

Cet. Saf is your way, then; take it. Mine's mine own.

Cat Follow him, Fargunttiut, and perfvvade,
The morning is the fitteft time. Lon. The night
Will turn aU into tumult Len. AK& perhaps
MifTo of him too. Cat. Intreat, and conjure him,

In allour names Len. Byallourvows, and friendftiips.

Sempronia, Au^eli, ffihla. [To them.

VT / Hat ! is our counfel broke Up firft? ^r.-.Vou fay,
V V Women are greateft talkers, Sem. We ha done j



CATILINE. 2

ufodarenowfitforaftions. Lon. Which is paffion.

There's your beft activity, Lady. Sew. How

Knows your wife fatnefs that ? Lon. Your mothers daughter

Did teach me, madam. Cct. Come Semprovia, leave him :

He is a giber. And our prefent bufmefs

Is of more ferious confequence. Aurelra.

Tells me, you have done molt mafculincly within,

-^nd plaid the orator. Sem. But we muft haften

To our defign as well, and execute :

Not hang ftill, in the fever of an accident.
Cat. You fay well, Lady. Sem. I do like our plot

Exceeding well, 'tis fure ; and we mall leave

Little to fortune, in it. Cat. Your banquet flays.

Aurelia, take her in. Where's Fuhia ?

Sem. O, the two lovers are coupling. Cur. In good faith,
She's very ill, with fitting up. Se >./. Youl'd have her
Laugh, and lye down ? FuL No, faith, Scmfronia,
I am not well: Tie take my leave, it draws
Toward the morning : Curias mall ftay with you.
Madam, I pray you, pardon me, my health
Imuftrefpecl. Ant. Farewell, goodFttlvia.

Cur. Make haft & bid him get his guards about him. f Curt, vs/bif*
For Pargunteius > and Cornelius <pers this to

Have undertain it, mould Cethegtts mifs ; {Ftilvia*

Their reafon, that they think his open rathnefs
Will fuffer eafier difcovery,
Than their attempt, fo vailed under friendfhip.
Ik bring you to your coach. Tell him, betide,
OfC'tfars coming forth, here. Cat. My fweet madam,
Will you be gone ? ful. I am, my Lord, in truth,
In fome indifpofition. Cat. I do wifh
You had all your health, fweet Lady : Lemnlus,
Y.ou'Jdoherfervice. Len. To her coach, and duty.

Catiline.

WHat miniftcrs men muft, forpradlice, ufe!
The rafh, th' ambitious, needy, defperate,
Foolifh, and wretched, ev'n the dregs of mankind,
To whores, and women ! ftill, it maft be fo,
Each have their proper place ; and x in their rooms,
They are the beft. Grooms fittteft kindle fires.
Slaves carry burthens, Butchers are for {laughters,
Apothecaries Butlers, Cooksfor poifbns ^
As thefe for me : dull, ftup'd Lentulus,
My ftale, with whom I ftalk ; the ra(h Cethegtts,
My Executioner ; and fat Longinns r
SratiUus* QuriKs* Ceparitts, Qm^er-



4<* CAT I L I N ,

My-Labourers, Pioners, and Incendiaries ;

With thefe domeftick Traytors, boforn Theeves,

Who rricuftome hath call'd wives; the readied helps,

To betray.heady husbands ; rob the eafie :

And lend the moneys, on returns of lull.

Shnll Catiline not do, now, with thefe aids,

So fought, fo forted, fornething (hall be call'd

Their labour but his profit ? and make C<tf#r

Repent his ventring counfels, to a fpirit,

So much his Lord in mifchief ? when all thefe,
Shall, like the brethren fprung of dragons teeth,
Ruin each other ; and he fall amongft 'hem :
With Craffus, lomyey, or who elfe appears,
But like, or near a great one. May my brain
Refolve to water, and my bloud turn phlegmc,
My hands drop off, unworthy of my fword,
And that b'infpired, of it felf, to rip
My breft,for my loft entrails ; when I leave
A foul, that will not ferve : and who will, are
The fame with flaves, fuch clay I dare not fear.
The cruelty, Imeantoad, I wifli
Should be. call'd mine, and tarry in rny jiame ;
Whii'ft, after- rages do toil out themfelvcs,
In thinking for the like, but do it lefs :
And, were the power of all the fiends let loofe,
With fate to boot, it mould be, ftill example.
When, what the GW, or -Macr could not efFeft,
Nor emulous Carthage^ with their length of fpight.
Shall be the work of one, and that my night.
Cicero, Ful-via, Qnintus.

I Thank your vigilance. Where's my brother,.Q//;;///j ?
Call i-ll my fervants up. Tell noble Curing
_/4nd fay it to your felT you are my favers ;
But that's too little Tor you., you are Rams :
What could I then, 'hope Icfs ? O brother ! now,
The engines I told you of, are working ;
The matchinc'gin's to move. Where are your weapons ?
Arm all my houfe-hold prefently. And charge
The porter, he let no man in, till day. .

^/z.Not clients, and your friend ? Cic. They were thofc names,
That come to murther me. Yet fend for Catv,
AndQiiintus Catulns ; thofe I dare truft :
And Flaccfts, ' and Pomtinuu, the Pr<etors,
By the back way. .Q. Take care, good brother Manas,
Your fears be not form'd greater than they fhould ;
And make your friends grieve, while your enemies laugh. ,

Cic.



CATILINE. 41

'Cic. 'Tis brothers counfel, and worth thanks. But do
As Intreat you. I provide, not fear.
Was Ca>far there, fay you ? Ful. Cttriut fays, he met him
Coining from thence. Cic. O, fo. And, had you a counfd
Of ladies too ? Who was your fpeaker, Madam ?

Ful. She that would be, had there been forty mere ;
Sempronia, who had both her greek arid figures -
And, ever and anone, woald ask us, if
The witty Ccnfnl could have mended that ?
Or Orator Cicero could have faid it better ?

Cic. She's my gentle enemy. Would Ccthcgw
Had no more danger in him. But, my guards
Are you, great powers ; and th'unbated ftrengths
Of a firm confcience, which (hall arm each tlep
Tane for the ftate, and teach me flack no pace
For fear of malice. How now, brother? Qui. Cats,
And Quintits Catulns were coming to you,
And Crafliu with 'hem. I have let 'hem in,
By th'garden. Cic. What would Crafiu have ? Qui. I hear
Some whifpering 'bout the gate ; and making doubt,
Whether it be not yet too early, or no ?
But I do think, they are your friends, and clients,
Are fearful to difturb you. Cic. You will change
To'another thought anone. Ha'you giv' ( n the porter
The charge, I will'd you ? QM. Yes. Cic. VVithdraw, and hearken.
Fargumeius, Cornelius, Porter, Ciccrt,
CatOj Catttlits, Crajfus.

THe dore's not open, yet. Or. You were beft to knock.
Far. Let them ftandclofe, then : And when we are in,
Rum after us. -Cor. But where's Cetkegut ? l r *r. He
Has left it, fmce he might not do't his way.

For. Who's there ? Van. A friend, or more. For. I may not let
Any man in, till day. Far. No? why? Cor. Thyreafon?

Per. I am commanded fo. Var. By whom ? Cor. I hope
We are not difcover'd. Far. Yes. by revelation,
Pray thee good flavc, who has commanded thee ?

For. He thctt may beft, the Covful. Far. We are his friends.

Fur. All's one. Cor. Beft give your name. Far. Do'ft thouhear,
I have fome inllant bufmefs with the Confitl. (fellow ?

My name is Farguntcitts. Cic. True, he knows it j rCicrofpeaks
-xfrid for what friendly office you arc fcnt. < to thea^from

C'rneliui, too, is there ? Far. We arebetraid. ^(Woi>s.

Cic. AK& defperate Ctth-gtu, is he not ?

Far. Speak you, he knows my voyce. Cic. What fay you to't ?

Cor. You are deceived, fir. Cic. No, 'tis you are fo j
Poor, mif-led men. Your dates are yet worth pity,

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42 C A r T L I N E.

If you would hear, and change your favage minds,

Leave to be mad ; forfake your purpofes

Of treafon, rapine, murder, fire, and horror :

The commonwealth hath eyes, that wake as fliarply

Over her life, as yours do for her ruin.

Be not deceiv'd, to think her lenity

Will be perpetual ; or, if men be wanting,

The gods will be, to fuch a calling caufe.

Confider your attempts, and while there's time,

Repent you of 'hem. It doth make me tremble.

There mould thofe fpirits yet breath, that when they cannot

LivehoneAly, would rather perifh bafely.

Cats. You talk too much to 'hem, Marcus, they are loft.
Go forth and apprehend 'hem. Catu. If you prove
This practice, what fhould let the commonwealth
To take due vengeance ? Var. Let us fhift away.
Toe darknefs hath conceal'd us, yet. We'l fay
Some have abus'd our names. Cor. Deny it all.

Cato. Quint it*) what guards ha' you ? Call the Tribunes aid,
And raife the City. Confttl, you are too mild,
The foulnefe of fome fa els takes thence all mercy :
Report it to the Senate. Hear : The gods C It thunders..

Grow angry with your patience. Tis their care, \and lightens
And muft be yours, that guilty men efcape not. jviolentlyon

As crimes do grow, juftice fliould roufc it felf. {the fuddairi..

Chorus.

WHat is it) heavens , you prepare
Withfo much fwiftnefs andfofuddain rifin^ ?
There are no fans of earth that dare,

Again, rebellion ? or the i ods furfrifing ?
T,je world doth _//.'<*%, <wd natures fears,

Tet is the turrutlt, and the horror greater
\Vtihin our mindS) than in our cars :.

(kcr.

So much Romes/Wtt (vow grown her fate') do threat
Thefriefts, and people run about y

Each order , age^ and fix atna^d at other ;
And at the ports, all thronging cut,

As if their fafety were to quit their mother :
Yet find they the fame dangers there,

trom Vfhich they make fuch haft to he f referred ^
For guilty ft ates do ever bear

The flaguts about them, which they have deftrvcd. '
, till thofe ft agues do get above

Tk;



CATILINE.

The mountain of onr faults, and there do fit
We fee hem not. Thus, ftill we love

'The evil we do, until wefujfer it.
But, mo ft, Ambition, that near vice

To -vert ite, hath the fate of Rome frovcked^
And made, that now Rome's/^//* no price,

To free her from the death, wherewith fie s yoked.
That reftlefs til, that ftill doth build

Upon fttccefs j and tnds net in afpiring :
But there begins. And ne'r is fill d,

While ought remains thatfeems bttt worth defir ng*
Wherein the thought, unlik* the eye,

To which things far , feem [mailer than they are,
Deems all contentment plac'd on high :

And thinks there's nothing great , but what is far.
O, that in time, Rome did not caft

Her errors up, this fortune to prevent ;
Thave feen her crimes ere they were pa ft :

Ana felt her faults, before her pttnifoment.



Aft TV C Divers Se-

**** L V ' \nators pafs



'and
bling*

CAn thefe men fear ? who are not only ours,
But the worlds matters ? Then I fee, the gods
Upbraid our fuffrings, or would humble them j
By fending thefe affrights, while we are here :
That we might laugh at their ridiculous fear,
Whofe names, we trembled at, beyond the Alpes,
Of all that pafs, I do not fee a face
Worthy a man ; that dares look up, and (land
One thunder out : but downward all, like beafts,
Running away from every flam is made.
The falling world could not deferve fuch bafenefs
Are we emploid here, by our miferies,
Like fuperftitious fools (or rather (laves)
To plain our griefs, wrongs, and oppreflfions,
To a meer clothed Senate, whom our folly
Hath made, and ftill intends to keep our tyrannes ?
It is our bafe petitionary breath
That blows'hern to this greatnefs; which this prick
Would foon let out, if we were bold, and wretched.
When they have taken all we have, our goods,

G 2 Crop,



44 " #" - * f-f-L I tf E.

Crop, lands, and houfes, they will leave us this.
A weapon, and an arm will iHH be found,
Though naked left, and lower than the ground.
CatOjCatftltis, Cicero, Allobroges;

DO; urge thine anger, ftill r good heaven, and jtift.
Tell guilty men, what powers are above them.
In fuch a confidence of wickednefs,
Twas time, they mould know fomething fit to fear.

Cattt. I never faw a morn more full of horror.

Cato. To Catiline, and his :. But, to juft men,
Though heaven would fpeak-, with all his wrath at once-
That, with his breath, the hinges of the world
Did crack, we mould ftand upright, and unfear'd.

Cic. Why, fo we do, good Cato. Whobethefe?

Catu. Ambafladors, from the Attobroges y
I take 'hem, by their habits. All. I, thefc men
Seem of another race ; let's fue to thefe.
There's hope of juftice, with their fortitude..

Cic. Friends of the Senate, zntiofRome, today
We pray you to forbear us : on the morrow
What fute you have, let us, by Fabim Sanga,
(Whofe patronage your ftate doth ufe) but know it,
And, on the Corel's word, you mall receive
Difpatch, or elfe an anfwer, worth your patience.

All. We could not hope for more.moft worthy ConpU.
This magilrate hath ftruck an awe into me,
And, by his fweetnefs, wonne a more reguard
Unto his place, than all the boyftrous moods
That ignorant greatnefs praclifeth, to fill
The large, unfit authority it wears.
How eafie is a noblell fpirit difcern'd
From harm, and fulphurous matte^ that flies out
In contumelies, makes anpife, andftinkes!
May we find good, and great men : that know ho\^
Toiloopto warrts, and meet neceffities,
And will not turn from any equal fuits.
Such men, they do not-fuccour more the caufe,
They undertake, with favour, and furcefs ;
Then, by it, their own judgments they do raife,
In turning juft uiens needs, into their praife.

The Senate.
*T) K*. Room fer the Confnls. Fathers, take your places,

Here, in the hqufc of jitptter , tire Stayer,
By edift from the Cerrfal, Marcus TuHius.
You are met a frequent Senate. Hear him fpeak.

Cjc. What way ve'fotpffi 'iwd -jttifpicioHS-ftitt



C A T 1 t I N E.

TV Rome, tndhers. Honor'd, and confcript Fathers

If I were filent, and that all the dangers

Threatning the ftate, and you, were yet fo hid

In night, or darknefs thicker in their brefts,

That are the black contrivers; fo, that no

Beam of the light could pierce 'hem : yet the voice

Ofheav'n, this morning, hath fpoke loud enough,

T' inftrucl you with a feeling of the horror ;

And wake you from a fleep, as fork, as death,

I have of late, fpoke often in this Senate^

Touching this argument, but ftill have wanted

Either your ears, or faith : fo incredible

Their plots have feem'd, or I fo vain, to make

Thefe things for mine own glory, and falfe greatnefs,

As hath been given out. But be it fo.

When they break forth, and fhall declare themfelves,

By their too foul effecls, then, then, the envy

Of my juft cares will find another name.

For me, I am but one : and this poor life,

So lately aim'd at, not an hour yet fince,

They cannot with more eagernefs purfue,

Than I with gladnefs would lay down, and lofe,

To buy Romes peace, if that would purchafe it.

But when I fee, they'ld make it but the ftep

To more, and greater } unto yours, Romes , all :

I would with thofe preferve it, or then fall.

C<ff. I, I , let you alone, cunning artificer !
See, how his gorge t'peers above his gown ;
To tell the people, iu what danger he was,
It was abfurdly done off^r*fftoWr
To namehimfelf, before he was got in.-.

Cra. It matters not, fojhey deny it all: :
And can but carry the lye conftantly.
Will Crff/Ym' be here ? C*/. I have fent for him.

Cra. And ha' you bid him to be confident ?

C<cf. To that his own neceffky will prompt him.

Craf. Seem to believe nothing at all, that Citero
Delates us. Crf/. It will mad him. Cra. O, and help
The other party. Who is that ? his Brother ?
What new intelligence ha's he brought him now ?

C*f. Some cautions from his wife, how to behave him. (


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