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 | Marciano ; or, The Discovery |  |
Scæna Prima.
Enter Marciano, a boy with him as in an Inn.
—This Inn is good—now late—I might have here
Convenient lodging, if I durst but stay—
—Sirrah, go see my horses—
Exit Boy.
Convenient lodging, if I durst but stay—
—Sirrah, go see my horses—
A chair set out.
Good gods! is't come to this?—must we behold
Rebellion in its full Epitasis?
No antidote to save th'empoysoned State?—
—Those forces, I had rallyed, now undone,
Routed, quite routed—what shall I resolve—
I've overcome a tedious voyage—O!
If I could now have but one half hours rest,
That with good news from my Prince would refresh
Both body and soul—But yet how can my eyes
Receive their lawfull tribute, when my heart
Is tos'd 'twixt hope and love?—hope bids me live
To see a blessed Catastrophe yet to all
Our present tumults—love perswades me rather
To dye, then see the vertuous Arabella,
(Although unkind to me, as yet despising
My ardent suit) become a prey to such
As know no love, but in their tyranny.
Rebellion in its full Epitasis?
No antidote to save th'empoysoned State?—
—Those forces, I had rallyed, now undone,
Routed, quite routed—what shall I resolve—
I've overcome a tedious voyage—O!
If I could now have but one half hours rest,
That with good news from my Prince would refresh
Both body and soul—But yet how can my eyes
Receive their lawfull tribute, when my heart
Is tos'd 'twixt hope and love?—hope bids me live
To see a blessed Catastrophe yet to all
Our present tumults—love perswades me rather
To dye, then see the vertuous Arabella,
(Although unkind to me, as yet despising
My ardent suit) become a prey to such
As know no love, but in their tyranny.
O heavenly, divine creature—would thou know
(sits down
My present flames—wer't possible those sighs
My troubled heart sends forth, might be condens'd
Into one body:—sure they could inform
Those very stones with breath, those stones should move:
Those stones should speak; and as they are become
The only witnesses of my complaint.
So be the true Embassadours of my sorrow;
To show the vertuous Arabella—that—
Thus—for—her love—
takes a nap.
(sits down
My present flames—wer't possible those sighs
My troubled heart sends forth, might be condens'd
Into one body:—sure they could inform
Those very stones with breath, those stones should move:
Those stones should speak; and as they are become
The only witnesses of my complaint.
So be the true Embassadours of my sorrow;
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Thus—for—her love—
Enter boy hastily.
My Lord—the enemy—the enemy—Fly—Fly—Fly.
Exit boy running.
Marciano
bolts out of his chair.
Fly! Fly! avaunt with that base cowardly gibbrish;
That Algebra of honour; which had never
Been nam'd, if all had equal courage—what?
I fly! Poor rogue, 'had as good bid me dye.
(draws
I'le force my way, or make a noble end,
Valour does sometimes humane wit transcend.
Enter Souldiers, swords drawn, &c.
1. Soul.
This way—'tis he—take quarter.
Marc.
Quarter!—no slaves—I'le see your entrails first.
Thus Dogs—
fight, Sould. falls back, Marciano pursues.
Enter again hastily.
The hounds are now at a bay—
—No way t'escape—fortune, if not me,
Commiserate at least my Prince—I prize not
My life, if I must dye, transform my soul
Into some loyal breast,—I dye contented.
Enter Soul. as before.
There again—villains, are you so bold
—This Sword shall tame you—
falls back as before, Marciano pursues.
A noyse within. Enter Borasco, Souldiers with them, Marciano prisoner.
Bor.
Sir, your noble courage hath oblidged our care,
The tearms of your surrender shall be observed
Faithfully—now to horse—
Marc.
I do obey, Sir, for with such as you
A word does more, then oaths with cowards do.
Exeunt omnes.
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