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Scena Secunda.

Enter 2. Pages with targets & Ianelins Lelius & Iugurth with holberds. Scipio & Massinissa armed Cornets sounding a march.
Sc.
Stand.

Ma.
Giue the word stand.

So.
Part the fyle.

Ma.
giue way
Scipio by thy great name, but greater vertue,
By our eternall loue giue me the chance
Of this dayes battle: Let not thy enuied fame
Vouchsafe t'appose the Roman legions
Against one weakened Prince of Lybea
This quarrels mine: mine bee the stroke of fight
Let vs and Syphax hurle our well forcd dartes
Each vnto others breast, O (what should I say)
Thou beyonde epithete thou whom proude Lords of fortune
May euen enuye: (alas my ioyes so vaste
Makes me seeme lost let vs thunder and lightning
Strike from our braue armes, looke, looke, sease that hill.
Harke he comes neare: From thence discerne vs strike
Fyer worth Ioue, mount vp, and not repute
Mee very proud tho wondrous resolute.
My cause: my cause, is my bold hartning ods,
That se euen fold shield, just armes should fright the Gods

Sci.
Thy words are full of honour take thy fate,

Mas.
Which wee do scorne to feare, to Scipio state
Worthy his heart. Now let the forced brasse
Sound on.
Cornets sound a march Scipio leades his traine vp to the mount.
Iugurth claspe sure our caske
Arme vs with care, and Iugurth if I fall
Through this dayes malice, or our fathers sinnes
If it in thy sword lye, breake vp my breast
And saue my heart that neuer fell nor's adue
To ought but Ioue and Sophonisba. Sound
Sterne hartners vnto woundes and blood, sound loude
For wee haue named Sophonisba.
Cornets a florish
So.
Cornets a march far of.
Harke harke, hee comes, stand bloud, now multiply
Force more then fury, sound high, sound high, wee strike
For Sophonisba.

Enter Syphax armd his pages with shields & darts before Cornets sounding marches.
Sy.
For Sophonisba.

Ma.
Syphax.

Sy.
Massinissa.

Ma.
Be twixt vs too
Let single fight try all.

Sy.
Well vrgd,

Ma.
Well graunted
Of you my stars as I am worthy you
I implore aide, and O if angels waite
Vpon good harts my Genius bee as strong
As I am iust.

Sy.
Kinges glory is their wrong.
Hee that may onely do iust act's a slaue
My Gods my arme, my life, my heauen, my graue
To mee all end.

Ma.
Giue day Gods, life and death
To him that onely feares blaspheming breath
For Sophonisba.

Sy.
For Sophonisba.

Cornets sound a charge Massinissa & Syphax combate, Syphax falles Massinissa vnclasps Syphax caske & as reddy to kil him speakes Syphax.
Sy.
Vnto thy fortune not to thee wee yeeld

Ma.
Liues Sophonisba yet vnstaind, speake iust
Yet ours vnforcd?

Sy.
Let my heart fall more low
Then is my body, if onely to thy glory
She liues not yet all thine.

Ma.
Rise, rise, cease strife.
Heare a most deepe reuenge, from vs take life.
Cornets sounded a march Scipio & Lelius Enter, Scipio passeth to his thron Massinissa presēts Syphax to Scipios feet Cornets sounding a florish.
To you all power of strength: and next to thee
Thou spirit of triumph borne for victory.
I heaue these handes: March wee to Cirta straight,
My Sophonisba with swift hast to winne
In honor & in loue all meane is sinne.

Ex. Ma. & Iug.
Sc.
As we are Romes great Generall thus wee prests
Thy Captiue neck, but as still Scipio
And sensible of iust humanitie
We weepe thy bondage: speake thou ill chanc'd man
What spirit tooke thee when thou wert our friend
(Thy right hand giuen both to Gods and vs
With such most passionate vowes and solemne faith)
Thou fledst with such most foule disloyalty
To now weak Carthage strēgthning their bad arms
Who lately scornd thee with all lothd abuse
Who neuer intertaine for loue but vse

Sy.
Scipio my fortune is captiud not I
Therefore Ile speake bold truth: nor once mistrust
What I shall say, for now beeing wholy yours
I must not faine, Sophonisba t'was shee
T'was Sophonisba that solicited
My forc'd reuolt, t'was hir resistles sute
Hir loue to hir deare Carthage 'tic'd mee breake
All faith with men: t'was shee made Syphax false
Shee that lou's Carthage with such violence
And hath such mouing graces to allure
That shee will turne a man that once hath sworne
Himselfe on's fathers bones hir Carthage foe
To bee that citties Champion and high friend
Hir Himeneall torch burnt downe my house
Then was I captiud when hir wanton armes
There mouing claspt about my neck, O charmes
Able to turne euen fate: but this in my true griefe
Is some iust ioy, that my loue sotted foe
Shall sease that plague, that Massinissas breast
Hir handes shall arme, and that ere long youle try
Shee can force him your foe as well as I,

Sci.
Lelius, Lelius, take a choice troupe of horse
And spur to Cirta. To Massinissa thus
Syphax pallace, crowne, spoile citties sack
Be free to him but if our new laughd friend
Possesse that woman of so mouing art
Charge him with no lesse waight then his deare vow
Our loue, all faith, that hee resigne her thee
As hee shall aunswere Rome will him giue vp
A Roman prisoner to the Senates doome
Shee is a Carthaginian, now our lawes
VVise men preuent not actions, but euer cause

Sy.
Good malice, so, as liberty so deere
Proue my reuenge: what I cannot possesse
Another shall not: thats some happines.

Exeunt the Cornets flourishing.