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CATILINE his CONSPIRACY .

Written by BEN : IONSON .

— His non Plebecula gaudet . Verum Equitis quoque , iam migrauit ab aure voluptas , Omnis , ad incertos oculos , & gaudia vana .

LONDON , Printed for Walter Burre . 1611.

TO THE GREAT EXAMPLE OF HONOR , AND VERTVE , THE MOST NOBLE WILLIAM EARLE OF PENBROOKE , &c. MY LORD ,

IN so thicke , and darke an ignorance , as now almost couers the Age , I craue leaue to stand neare your light : and , by that , to be read . Posterity may pay your benefit the honor , and thanks ; when it shall know , that you dare , in these Iig-giuen times , to countenance a legitimate Poëme . I must call it so , against all noise of opinion : from whose crude , and ayry reports , I appeale , to that great and singular faculty of Iudgment in your Lordship , able to vindicate truth from error . It is the first ( of this race ) that euer I dedicated to any Person , and had I not thought it the best , it should haue beene taught a lesse ambition . Now , it approcheth your censure chearefully , and with the same assurance , that Innocency would appeare before a Magistrate .

Your Lo. most faithfull Honorer . Ben. Ionson .
TO THE READER IN ORDINARIE .

THE Muses forbid , that I should restrayne your medling , whom I see alreadie busie with the Title , 〈◊〉 ouer the leaues : It is your owne . I departed with my right , when I let it first abroad . And , now , so secure an Interpreter I am of my chance , that neither praise , nor dispraise from you can affect mee . Though you commend the two first Actes , with the people , because they are the worst ; and dislike the Oration of Cicero , in regard you read some pieces of it , at schoole , and vnderstand them not yet ; I shall finde the way to forgiue you . Be any thing you will be , at your owne charge . Would I had deseru'd but halfe so well of it in translation , as that ought to deserue of you in iudgment , if you haue any . I know you will pretend ( whosoeuer you are ) to haue that , and more . But all pretences are not iust claymes . The commendation of good things may fall within a many , their approbation but in a few ; for the most commend out of affection , selfe tickling , an easinesse , or imitation : but men iudge only out of knowledge . That is the trying faculty . And , to those workes that will beare a Iudge , nothing is more dangerous then a foolish prayse . You will say I shall not haue yours , therfore ; but rather the contrary , all vexation of Censure . If I were not aboue such molestations now , I had great cause to thinke vnworthily of my studies , or they had so of mee . But I leaue you to your exercise . Beginne .

To the Reader extraordinary .

YOu I would vnderstand to be the better Man , though Places in Court go otherwise : to you I submit my selfe , and worke . Farewell .

BEN : IONSON .
To my friend Mr. Ben : Ionson , vpon his Catiline . IF thou had'st itch'd after the wild applause Of common people , and had'st made thy Lawes . In writing , such , as catch'd at present voyce , I should commend the thing , but not thy choyse . But thou hast squar'd thy rules , by what is good ; And art , three Ages yet , from vnderstood : And ( I dare say ) in it , there lies much Wit Lost , till thy Readers can grow vp to it . Which they can nere outgrow , to find it ill , But must fall backe againe , or like it still . Franc : Beaumont .
To his worthy friend Mr. Ben. Ionson . HE , that dares wrong this Play , it should appeare Dares vtter more , then other men dare heare , That haue their wits about 'hem : yet such men , Deare friend , must see your Booke , and reade ; and then , Out of their learned ignorance , crie ill , And lay you by , calling for mad Pasquill , Or Greene's deare Groatsworth , or Tom Coryate , The new Lexicon , with the errant Pate ; And picke away , from all these seuerall ends , And durtie ones , to make their as-wise friends Beleeeue they are transslaters . Of this , pitty , There is a great plague hanging o're the Citty : Vnlesse she purge her iudgement presently . But , O thou happy man , that must not die As these things shall : leauing no more behind But a thin memory ( like a passing wind ) That blowes , and is forgotten , ere they are cold . Thy labours shall out liue thee ; and , like gold Stampt for continuance , shall be currant , where There is a Sunne , a People , or a Yeare . Iohn Fletcher .
To his worthy beloued friend Mr. BEN. IONSON . HAD the great thoughts of Catiline bene good , The memory of his name , streame of his bloud , His plots past into acts , ( which would haue turn'd His Infamy to Fame , though Rome had burn'd ) Had not begot him equall grace with men , As this , that he is writ by such a Pen : Whose inspirations , if great Rome had had , Her good things had bene better'd , and her bad Vndone ; the first for ioy , the last for feare , That such a Muse should spread them , to our Yeare . But woe to vs then : for thy laureat brow If Rome enioy'd had , we had wanted now . But , in this Age , where Iigs and Dances moue , How few there are , that this pure worke approue ! Yet , better then I rayle at , thou canst scorne Censures , that die , ere they be throughly borne . Each Subiect thou , still thee each Subiect rayses . And whosoeuer thy Booke , himselfe disprayses : Nat. Field .
The names of the Actors . SYLLA'S GHOST . CATILINE . LENTVLVS . CETHEGVS . CVRIVS . AVTRONIVS . VARGVNTEIVS . LONGINVS . LECCA . FVLVIVS . BESTIA . GABINIVS . STATILIVS . CEPARIVS . CORNELIVS . VOLTVRTIVS . AVRELIA . FVLVIA . SEMPRONIA : GALLA . CLCERO . ANTONIVS . CATO . CATVLVS . CRASSVS . CAESAR . QV. CICERO . SYLLANVS . FLACCVS . POMTINIVS . SANGA . SENATORS . ALLOBROGES . PETREIVS . SOLDIERS . PORTER . LICTORS . SERVANTS . PAGES . CHORVS .
CATILINE . ACT. j. SYLLA'S Ghost . DO'st thou not feele me , Rome ? Not yet ? Is night So heauy on thee , and my weight so light ? Can Sylla's Ghost arise within thy walles , Lesse threatning , then an earth-quake , the quicke falles Of thee , and thine ? shake not the frighted heads Of thy steepe towers ? or shrinke to their first beds ? Or , as their ruine the large Tyber fils , Make that swell vp , and drowne thy seuen proud hils ? What sleepe is this doth seize thee , so like death , And is not it ? Wake , feele her , in my breath . Behold , I come , sent from the Stygian Sound , As a dire Vapor , that had cleft the ground , T' ingender with the night , and blast the day ; Or like a Pestilence , that should display Infection through the world : which , thus , I doe . Pluto be at thy councels ; and into Thy darker bosome enter Sylla's spirit : All , that was mine , and bad , thy brest inherit . Alas , how weake is that , for Catiline ! Did I but say ( vaine voice ) all that was mine ? All , that the Gracchi , Cinna , Marius would ; What now , had I a body againe , I could , Comming from hell ; what Fiendes would wish should be ; And Hannibal could not haue wish'd to see : Thinke thou , and practise . Let the long-hid seedes Of treason , in thee , now shoote forth in deedes , Ranker then horror ; and thy former facts Not fall in mention , but to vrge new acts : Conscience of them prouoke thee on to more . Be still thy Incests , Murders , Rapes before Thy sense ; thy forcing first a Vestall Nunne ; Thy parricide , late , on thine owne naturall Sonne , After his Mother , to make empty way For thy last wicked Nuptials ; worse , then they , That fame that act of thy incestuous life , Which got thee , at once , a Daughter , and a Wife . I leaue the slaughters , that thou didst for me , Of Senators ; for which , I hid for thee Thy murder of thy Brother , ( being so brib'd ) And writ him in the list of my proscrib'd After thy fact , to saue thy little shame : Thy incest , with thy Sister , I not name . These are too light . Fate will haue thee pursue Deedes , after which no Mischiefe can be new ; The ruine of thy Countrey : Thou wert built For such a worke , and borne for no lesse guilt : What though defeated once th' hast beene , and knowne , Tempt it againe ; That is thy act , or none . What all the seuerall Ills , that visite earth , ( Brought forth by night , with a sinister birth ) Plagues , Famine , Fire could not reach vnto , The Sword , nor Surfets ; let thy fury doe : Make all past , present , future ill thine owne ; And conquer all example , in thy one . Nor let thy thought finde any vacant time To hate an old , but still a fresher crime Drowne the remembrance ; Let not mischiefe cease , But , while it is in punishing , encrease . Conscience , and care die in thee ; And be free Not Heau'n it selfe from thy impiety : Let Night grow blacker with thy plots ; and Day , At shewing but thy head forth , start away From this halfe - Spheare : and leaue Romes blinded walls T' embrace lusts , hatreds , slaughters , funerals , And not recouer sight , till their owne flames Doe light them to their ruines . All the names Of thy Confederates , too , be no lesse great In hell , then here ; That , when we would repeate Our strengths in Muster , we may name you all , And Furies , vpon you , for Furies , call . Whilst , what you doe , doth strike them into feares , Or make them grieue , and wish your mischiefe theirs . CATILINE . IT is decree'd . Nor shall thy Fate , ô Rome , Resist my vow . Though Hils were set on Hils , And Seas met Seas , to guarde thee ; I would through : I , plough vp rockes , steepe as the Alpes , in dust ; And laue the Tyrrhene waters , into cloudes ; But I would reach thy head , thy head , proud Citty : The ills , that I haue done , cannot be safe But by attempting greater ; and I feele A spirit , within me , chides my sluggish handes . And sayes , they haue beene innocent too long . Was I a Man , bred great , as Rome her selfe ? One , form'd for all her honors , all her glories ? Equall to all her titles ? That could stand Close vp , with Atlas ; and sustaine her name As strong , as he doth Heau'n ? And , was I , Of all her brood , mark'd out for the repulse By her no voice , when I stood Candidate , To be Commander in the Ponticke warre ? I will , hereafter , call her Stepdame , euer . If shee can loose her nature , I can loose My piety ; and in her stony entrailes Digge me a seate : where , I will liue , againe , The labour of her wombe , and be a burden Weightier then all the Prodigies , and Monsters , That shee hath teem'd with , since shee first knew Mars . CATILINE , AVRELIA . WHo 's there ? AVR. T is I. CAT. Aurelia ? AVR. Yes . AVR. Appeare , And breake , like day , my beauty , to this circle : Vpbraid thy Phoebus , that he is so long In mounting to that point , which should giue thee Thy proper splendour . Wherefore frownes my sweet ? Haue I too long bene absent from these lips , This cheeke , these eyes ? what is my trepasse ? speake . AVR. It seemes , you know , that can accuse your selfe . CAT. I will redeeme it . AVR. Still , you say so . When ? CAT. When Orestilla by her bearing well These my retirements , and stolne times for thought Shall giue their effects leaue to call her Queene Or all the world , in place of humbled Rome . AVR. You court me , now . CAT. As I would alwaies , Loue , By this Ambrosiacke kisse , and this of Nectar , Wouldst thou but heare as gladly , as I speake . Could my Aurelia thinke , I meant her lesse ; When , wooing her , I first remou'd a Wife , And then a Sonne , to make my bed , and house Spatious , and sir t' embrace her ? These were deeds Not t' haue begunne with , but to end with more , And greater : " He that , building , stayes at one " Floore , or the second , hath erected none . 'T was how to raise thee , I was meditating ; To make some act of mine answere thy loue : That loue , that , when my state was now quite sunke , Came with thy wealth , and weighd it vp againe , And made my ' emergent Fortune once more looke Aboue the maine ; which , now , shall hit the starres , And sticke my Orestilla , there , amongst 'hem , If any tempest can but make the billow , And any billow can but lift her greatnesse . But , I must pray my loue , she will put on Like habites with my selfe . I haue to doe With many men , and many natures . Some , That must be blowne , and sooth'd ; as Lentulus , Whom I haue heau'd , with magnifying his bloud , And a vaine dreame , out of the Sybill's bookes , That a third man , of that great family Whereof he is descended , the Cornelij , Should be a King in Rome : which I haue hir'd The flatt'ring Augures to interpret him , Cinna , and Sylla dead . Then , bold Cethegus , Whose valour I haue turn'd into his poyson , And prais'd so into daring , as he would Goe on vpon the Gods , kisse lightning , wrest The engine from the Cyclop's , and giue fire At face of a full cloud , and stand his ire , When I would bid him moue . Others there are Whom enuie to the state drawes , and puts on , For contumelies receiu'd , ( and such are sure ones ) As Curius , and the fore-nam'd Lentulus , Both which haue beene degraded , in the Senate , And must haue their disgraces , still , new rub'd , To make 'hem smart , and labour of reuenge . Others , whom meere ambition fires , and dole Of Prouinces abroade , which they haue faind To their crude hopes , and I as amply promis'd : these , Lecca , Vargunteius , Bestia , Autronius , Some , whom their wants oppresse , as th' idle Captaines Of Sylla's troopes ; and diuers Roman Knights ( The profuse wasters of their patrimonies ) So threatned with debts , as they will , now , Runne any desperate fortune , for a change . These , for a time , we must relieue , Aurelia , And make our house their saue-gard . Like , for those , That feare the law , or stand within her gripe , For any act past , or to come . Such will From their owne crimes , be factious , as from ours . Some more there be flight Ayrelings , will be wonne , With dogs , and horses ; or , perhaps , a whore ; Which must be had : And , if they venter liues , For vs ▪ Aurelia , we must hazard honors A little . Get thee store , and change of women , As I haue boyes ; and giue 'hem time , and place , And all conniuence : Be thy selfe , too , courtly ; And entertaine , and feast , sit vp , and reuell ; Call all the great , the fayre , and spirited Dames Of Rome about thee , and beginne a fashion Of freedome , & community . Some will thanke thee , Though the sowre Senate frowne , whose heads must ake In feare , and feeling too . We must not spare Or cost , or modestie . It can but shew Like one of Iuno's , or of Ioue's disguises In eyther thee , or mee ; and will as soone , When things succeed , be throwne by , or let fall ; As is a vaile put of , a visor chang'd , Or the Scene shifted , in our Theaters . Who 's that ? It is the voyce of Lentulus . AVR. Or of Cethegus . CAT. In , my faire Aurelia , And thinke vpon these artes : They must not see , How farre you are trusted with these priuacies ; Though , by their shoulders , necks , & heads you rise . LENTVLVS . CETHEGVS . CATILINE . IT is , mee thinkes , a Morning , full of Fate . It riseth slowly , as her sollen carre Had all the weights of sleepe , and death hung at it . She is not rosy-fingerd , but swolne blacke . Her face is like a water , turnd to bloud , And her sicke head is bound about with clouds , As if she threatned night , ere noone of day . It does not looke , as it would haue a Hayle Or Health , wish'd in it , as on other Mornes . CET. Why , all the fitter , Lentulus : Our comming Is not for salutation , we haue businesse . CAT. Said nobly , braue Cethegus . Where 's Autronius ? CET. Is he not come ? CAT. Not here . CET. Nor Vargunteius ? CAT. Neither . CET. A fire in their beds , and bosomes , That so will serue their sloth , rather then vertue . They are no Romanes , and at such high neede As now . LEN. Both they , Longinus , Lecca , Curius , Fuluius , Gabinius , gaue me word , last night , By Lucius Bestia , they would all be here , And early . CET. Yes . As you , had I not call'd you . Come , we all sleepe , and are meere Dormice ; Flies , A little lesse then dead : More dulnesse hangs On vs , then on the Morne . W' are spirit-bound , In ribs of ice ; our whole blouds are one stone ; And Honour cannot thaw vs ; nor our wants , Though they burne , hot as feuers , to our states . CAT. I muse they would be tardy , at an houre Of so great purpose . CET. If the Gods had call'd Them , to a purpose , they would iust haue come With the same Tortoyse speed , that are thus slow To such an action , which the Gods will enuie . As asking no lesse meanes , then all their powers Conioyn'd , t' effect . I would haue seene Rome burn't , By this time ; and her ashes in an Vrne : The Kingdome of the Senate , rent asunder ; And the degenerate , talking Gowne , runne frighted , Out of the ayre of Italy . CAT. Spirit of men ! Thou , heart of our great enterprise ! how much I loue these voyces in thee ! CET. O the daies Of Sylla's sway , when the free sword tooke leaue To act all that it would ! CAT. And was familiar With entrailes , as our Augures ! CET. Sonnes kild Fathers , Brothers their Brothers . CAT. And had price and praise . All hate had licence giuen it ; all rage raynes . CET. Slaughter bestrid the streets , and stretch'd himselfe To seeme more huge ; whilst to his stayned thighes The gore he drew flow'd vp : and carried downe Whole heapes of limmes , and bodies , through his arch . No Age was spar'd , no Sexe . CAT. Nay , no Degree . CET. Not Infants , in the porch of life were free . The Sicke , the Old , that could but hope a day Longer , by natures bounty , not let stay . Virgins , and Widdowes , Matrons , prognant Wiues , All dyed . CAT. 'T was crime enough , that they had liues . To strike but only those , that could doe hurt , Was dull , and poore . Some fell to make the number As some the prey . CET. The rugged Charon fainted , And ask'd a nauie , rather then a boate , To ferry ouer the sad world that came : The mawes , and dennes of beasts could not receiue The bodies , that those soules were frighted from ; And e'en the graues were fild with men yet liuing , Whose flight , and feare had mix'd them , with the dead . CAT. And this shall be againe , and more , and more , Now Lentulus , the third Cornelius , Is to stand vp in Rome . LEN. Nay , vrge not that Is so vncertaine . CAT. How ! LEN. I meane , not clear'd . And , therefore , not to be reflected on . CAT. The Sybill's leaues vncertaine ? or the Comments Of our graue , deepe , diuining men not cleare ? LEN. All Prophecies , you know , suffer the torture . CAT. But this , already , hath confess'd without . And so beene weigh'd , examin'd , and compar'd , As 't were malicious ignorance in him , Would faint in the beliefe . LEN. Doe you beleeue it ? CAT. Doe I loue Lentulus ? or pray to see it ? LEN. The Augures all are constant , I am meant . CAT. They had lost their science else . LEN. They count from Cinna . CAT. And Sylla next , and so make you the third ; All that can say the Sunne is ris'n , must thinke it . LEN. Men marke me more , of late , as I come forth . CAT. Why , what can they doe lesse ? Cinna , and Sylla Are set , and gone : And we must turne our eyes On him that is , and shines . Noble Cethegus , But view him with me , here : He lookes , already , As if he shooke a Scepter , o're the Senate , And the aw'd purple dropt their roddes , and axes . The Statues melt againe ; and houshold Gods In grones confesse the trauaile of the City ; The very walles sweate blood before the change ; And stones start out to ruine , ere it comes . CET. But he , and we , and all are idle still . LEN. I am your creature , Sergius : And what ere The great Cornelian Name shall winne to be , It is not Augury , nor the Sybils Bookes , But Catiline that makes it . CAT. I am shadow To honor'd Lentulus , and Cethegus here , Who are the heires of Mars . CET. By Mars himselfe , Catiline is more my parent : For whose vertue Earth cannot make a shadow great inough , Though Enuie should come too . O , there they' are . Now we shall talke more , though we yet doe nothing . AVTRONIVS , VARGVNTEIVS , LONGINVS , CVRIVS , LECCA , BESTIA , FVLVIVS , GABINIVS , &c. HAile Lucius Catiline . VAR. Haile noble Sergius . LON. Haile Publius Lentulus . CVR. Haile the third Cornelius . LEC. Caius Cethegus haile . CET. Haile sloth , and words , In steed of Men , and Spirits . CAT. Nay , deare Caius ; CET , Are your eyes yet vnseel'd ? Dare they looke day In the dull face ? CAT. Hee 's zealous , for the' affaire ; And blames your tardy comming , Gentlemen . CET. Vnlesse , we had sold our selues to sleepe , and ease , And would be our slaues slaues . CAT. Pray you forbeare . CET. The North is not so starke , and cold . CAT. Cethegus . BES. We shall redeeme all , if your fire will let vs . CAT. You are too full of lightning , noble Caius . Boy , see all doores be shut , that none approch vs , On this part of the house . Go you , and bid The Priest , he kill the slaue I mark'd last night ; And bring me of his bloud , when I shall call him : Till then , waite all without . VAR. How is 't , Autronius ! AVT. Longinus ? LON. Curius ? CVR. Lecca ? VAR. Feele you nothing ? LON. A strange , vnwonted horror doth inuade me , I know not what it is ! LEC. The day goes backe , Or else my senses ! CVR. As at Atreus feast ! FVL. Darknesse growes more & more ! LEN. The Vest all flame , I think , be out . GAB. What groane was that ? CET. Our phant'sies . Strike fire , out of our selues , and force a day . AVT. Againe it sounds ! BES. As all the Citie gaue it ! CET. We feare what our selues faine . VAR. What light is this ? CVR. Look forth . Len. It still grows greater . LEC. From whence comes it ? LON. A Bloody arme it is , that holds a pine Lighted , aboue the Capitoll : And , now , It waues vnto vs . CAT. Braue , and omenous ! Our enterprise is seal'd . CET. In spight of darknesse , That would discountenance it . Looke no more ; We loose time , and our selues : To what we came for , Speake Lucius , we attend you . CAT. Noblest Romanes , If you were lesse , or , that your faith , and vertue Did not hold good that title , with your bloud , I should not , now , vnprofitably spend My selfe in words , or catch at emptie hopes , By ayrie waies , for solide certainties . But since in many , and the greatest dangers , I still haue knowne you no lesse true , then valiant , And that I tast , in you , the same affections , To will , or nill , to thinke things good , or bad , Alike with me : ( which argues your firme friendship ) I dare the boldlier , with you , set on foote , Or leade , vnto this great , and goodliest action . What I haue thought of it afore , you all Haue heard apart ; I then express'd my zeale Vnto the glory ; Now , the neede enflames mee : When I fore-thinke the hard conditions , Our states must vndergoe , except , in time , We do redeeme our selues to liberty , And breake the yron yoake , forg'd for our necks . For , what lesse can we call it ? when we see The common-wealth engross'd so by a few , The Giants of the state , that do , by turnes , Enioy her , and defile her . All the Earth , Her Kings , and Tetrarchs , are their tributaries ; People , and Nations pay them hourely stipends : The riches of the world flowes to their coffers , And not , to Romes . While ( but those few ) the rest , How euer great we are , honest , and valiant , Are hearded with the vulgar ; and so kept , As we were onely bred , to consume corne , Or weare out wooll , to drinke the Cities water : Vngrac'd , without authoritie , or marke , Trembling beneath their rods , to whom , ( if all Were well in Rome ) we should come forth bright axes . All Places , Honors , Offices are theirs ; Or where they will conferre 'hem : They leaue vs The dangers , the repulses , iudgements , wants ; Which how long will you beare most valiant spirits ? Were we not better to fall , once , with vertue , Then draw a wretched , and dishonor'd breath To loose with shame , when these mens pride will laugh ? I call the faith of Gods , and Men to question ; The power is in our hands ; our bodies able ; Our mindes as strong ; O' th' contrary , in them , All things growne aged , with their wealth , and yeares . There wants , but onely to beginne the businesse , The issue is certaine . CET. LON. On , Let vs go on . CVR. BES. Go on , braue Sergius . CAT. It doth strike my soule , ( And , who can scape the stroke , that hath a soule , Or , but the smallest ayre of Man within him ? ) To see them swell with treasure ; which they poure Out i' their riots , eating , drinking , building , I , i' the sea : planing of Hilles with Valleyes ; And raysing Vallies aboue Hilles , whilst wee Haue not , to giue our Bodies Necessaries . They ha' their change of Houses , Manors , Lordships ; We scarce a fire , or poore houshold Lar. They buy rare Atticke statues , Tyrian hangings , Ephesian pictures , and Corinthian plate , Attalicke garments , and , now new-found , Gemmes Since Pompey went for Asia ; which they purchase At price of Prouinces . The Riuer Phasis Cannot affourd 'hem Fowle ; nor Lucrine Lake Oysters enow : Circei , too , is search'd To please the witty Gluttonie of a meale . Their ancient Habitations they neglect , And set vp new ; Then , if the Echo like not In such a roome , they plucke downe those ; build newer , Alter them too ; and , by all franticke waies , Vexe their wild wealth , as they molest the people , From whom they force it ; Yet , they cannot tame , Or ouercome their riches : Not , by making , Bathes , Orchards , Fish-pooles , letting in of seas , Here ; and , then there , forcing 'hem out againe , With mountaynous heapes ; for which the Earth hath lost Most of her ribbes , as entrayles , being now Wounded no lesse for Marble , then for gold . We , all this while , like calme , benum'd Spectators , Sit , till our seates do cracke ; and doe not heare The thundring ruines , whilst , at home , our wants , Abroad , our debts do vrge vs , our states daily Bending to bad , our hopes to worse : And , what Is left , but to be crush'd ? Wake , wake braue Friends , And meete the liberty you oft haue wish'd for . Behold , renowne , riches , and glory court you . Fortune holds out these to you , as rewards . Me thinkes ( though I were dumbe ) th' affaire it selfe The opportunity , your needes , and dangers , With the braue spoile the warre brings , should inuite you . Vse me your Generall , or Souldier : Neither , My Minde , nor Body shall be wanting to you . And , being Consul , I not doubt t' effect , All that you wish : If Trust not flatter me , And you had , rather , still be slaues , then free . CET. Free , free . LON. T is freedome . CVR. Freedome we all stand for . CAT. Why , these are noble voices . Nothing wants then , But that we take a solemne Sacrament , To strengthen our designe . CET. And so to act it . Differring hurts , where powers are most prepar'd . AVT. Yet , ere we enter into open act , ( With fauour ) 't were no losse , if 't might be enquir'd What the Condition of these Armes would be ? VAR. I , and the meanes , to carry vs through . CAT. How , Friendes ! Thinke you , that I would bid you , graspe the winde ? Or call you to th' embracing of a cloude ? Put your knowne valures on so deare a businesse , And haue no other second then the Danger , Nor other Gyrlond then the losse ? Become Your owne assurances . And , for the meanes , Consider , first , the starke security The common wealth is in , now ; the whole Senate Sleepy , and dreaming no such violent blow ; Their forces all abroade ; of which the greatest , That might annoy vs most , is fardest off , In Asia , vnder Pompey : Those , neare hand , Commanded , by our friendes ; one Army ' in Spaine , By Cneus Piso ; th' other in Mauritania , By Nucerinus ; both which I haue firme , And fast vnto our Plot. My selfe , then , standing Now to be Consul ; with my hop'd Colleague Caius Antonius , one , no lesse engag'd By his wants then we : And whom I' haue power to melt , And cast in any mould . Beside , some others That will not yet be nam'd , ( both sure , and Great ones ) Who , when the time comes , shall declare themselues , Strong , for our party ; so , that no resistance In nature can be thought . For our reward , then ; First , all our Debts are paid ; Dangers of Law , Actions , Decrees , Iudgments against vs quitted ; The rich Men , as in Sylla's times , proscrib'd , And Publication made of all their goods ; That House is yours ; That Land is his ; Those Waters , Orchards , and walkes a third's : He' has that Honor , And he that Office . Such a Prouince fals To Vargunleius : This to ' Autronius : That To bold Cethegus : Rome to Lentulus : You share the World , her Magistracies , Priest-hoods , Wealth , and Felicity amongst you , Friendes ; And Catiline your seruant . Would you , Curius , Reuenge the Contumelie stucke vpon you , In being remoued from the Senate ? Now , Now , is your time . Would Publius Lentulus Strike , for the like disgrace ? Now , is his time . Would stout Longinus walke the streets of Rome , Facing the Praetor ? Now , has he a time To spurne , and treade the Fasces , into dirt Made of the Vsurers , and the Lictors braines . Is there a Beauty , here in Rome , you loue ? An Enemie you would kill ? What Head 's not yours ? Whose Wife , which Boy , whose Daughter , of what race , That th' husband , or glad Parents shall not bring you , And boasting of the office ? Only , spare Your selues , and you haue all the earth beside , A field , to exercise your longings in . I see you rais'd , and reade your forward mindes High , i' your faces . Bring the wine , and blood You haue prepar'd there . LON. How ! CAT. I haue kill'd a slaue , And of his blood caus'd to be mixt with wine . Fill euery man his bowle . There cannot be A fitter drinke , to make this Sanction in . Here , I beginne the Sacrament to all . O , for a clap of thunder now , as loud , As to be heard through-out the Vniuerse , To tell the world the fact , and to applaude it . Be firme , my hand ; not shed a drop : but poure fiercenesse into me , with it ; and fell thirst Of more , and more : Till Rome be left as blood-lesse , As euer her feares made her , or the sword . And , when I leaue to wish this to thee , Stepdame Or stop , to effect it , with my powers fainting ; So may my blood be drawne , and so drunke vp As is this slaues . LON. And so be mine . LEN. And mine . AVT. And mine . VAR. And mine . CET. Crowne me my bowle yet fuller . Here , I doe drinke this , as I would doe Cato's , Or the new fellow Cicero's : with that vow Which Catiline hath giuen . CVR. So doe I. LEC. And I. BES. And I. FVL. And I. GAB. And all of vs . CAT. Why , now 's the businesse safe , & each man strengthned . Sirah , what aile you ? PAG. Nothing . BES. Somewhat modest . CAT. Slaue , I will strike your soule out , with my foote , Let me but finde you againe with such a face : You Whelpe . BES. Nay Lucius . CAT. Are you coying it , When I command you to be free , and generall To all ? BES. You 'll be obseru'd . CAT. Arise , and shew But any least auersion i' your looke To him that bourdes you next , and your throate opens . Noble Confederates , thus farre is perfect . Only your suffrages I will expect , At the assembly for the choosing Consuls , And all the voices you can make by friendes To my election . Then let me worke out Your fortunes , and mine owne . Meane while , all rest Seal'd vp , and silent , as when rigid frosts Haue bound vp Brookes , and Riuers , forc'd wild beasts Vnto their caues , and birds into the woods , Clownes to their houses , and the Countrey sleepes ; That , when the sodaine thaw comes , we may breake Vpon 'hem like a deluge , bearing downe Halfe Rome before vs , and inuade the rest With cries , and noise able to wake the Vrnes Of those are dead , and make their ashes feare . " The horrors , that doe strike the world , should come " Loud , and vnlook'd for ; Till they strike , be dumbe . CET. Oraculous Sergius . LEN. God-like Catiline . CHORVS . CAn nothing great , and at the height Remaine so long ? but it 's owne weight Will ruine it ? Or , is 't blinde Chance , That still desires new States t' aduance , And quit the old ? Else , why must Rome Be by it selfe ; now , ouercome ? Hath shee not foes inow of those , Whom shee hath made such , and enclose Her round about ? Or , are they none , Except shee first become her owne ? O wretchednesse of greatest States , To be obnoxious to these Fates : That cannot keepe , what they doe gaine ; And what they raise so ill sustaine . Rome , now , is Mistresse of the whole World , Sea , and Land , to either Pole ; And euen that Fortune will destroy The power that made it . Shee doth ioy So much in plenty , wealth , and ease , As , now , th' excesse is her disease . Shee builds in gold ; And , to the Starres : As , if shee threatned Heau'n with warres ; And seekes for Hell , in quarries deepe , Giuing the fiends , that there doe keepe , A hope of day . Her Women weare The spoiles of Nations , in an eare , Chang'd for the treasure of a shell ; And , in their loose attires , doe swell More light then sailes , when all windes play : Yet , are the men more loose then they , More kemb'd , and bath'd , and rub'd , and trim'd , More sleek'd , more soft , and slacker limm'd ; As prostitute : so much , that kinde May seeke it selfe there , and not finde . They eate on beds of silke , and gold ; At yuorie tables ; or , wood sold Dearer then it : and , leauing plate , Doe drinke in stone of higher rate . They hunt all grounds ; and draw all seas ; Foule euery brooke , and bush ; to please Their wanton tasts : and , in request Haue new , and rare things ; not the best . Hence comes that wild , and vast expence , That hath enforc'd Romes vertue , thence , Which simple pouerty first made ; And , now , ambition doth inuade Her state , with eating auarice , Riot , and euery other vice . Decrees are bought , and Lawes are sold , Honours , and Offices for gold ; The peoples voices : And the free Tongues , in the Senate , bribed bee . Such ruine of her manners Rome Doth suffer now , as shee 's become ( Without the Gods it soone gaine-say ) Both her owne spoiler , and owne pray . So , Asia , ' art thou cru'lly euen . With vs , for all the blowes thee giuen ; When we , whose vertue conquer'd thee , Thus , by thy vices , ruin'd bee .
ACT. ij . FVLVIA , GALLA , SERVANT . THose Romes doe smell extremely ; Bring my glasse , And table hither , Galla. GAL. Madame . FVL. Looke Within , i' my blew Cabinet , for the pearle I 'had sent me last , and bring it . GAL. That from Clodius ? FVL. From Caius Caesar. You' are for Clodius , still . Or Curius . Sirha , if Quintus Curius come , I am not in fit moode ; I keepe my Chamber : Giue warning so , without . GAL. Is this it ? Madame . FVL. Yes , helpe to hang it in mine eare . GAL. Beleeue me , It is a rich one , Madame . FVL. I hope so : It should not be worne there else . Make an end , And binde my haire vp . GAL. As 't was yesterday ? FVL. No , nor the t'other day . When knew you me Appeare , two dayes together , in one dressing ? GAL. Will you ha 't i' the globe , or spire ? FVL. How thou wilt ; Any way , so thou wilt doe it , good Impertinence . Thy company , if I slept not very well A nights , would make me , an errant foole , with questions . GAL. Alas Madam . FVL. Nay gentle halfe o' the Dialogue , cease . GAL. I doe it , indeede , but for your exercise , As your Phisitian bids me . FVL. How ! Do's he bid you To anger me for exercise ? GAL. Not to anger you , But stirre your blood a little : There 's difference Betweene luke-warme , and boyling , Madame . FVL. Ioue ! Shee meanes to cooke me , I thinke ? Pray you , ha' done . GAL. I meane to dresse you , Madame . FVL. O my Iuno , Be friend to me ! Offring at wit , too ? Why , Galla ! Where hast thou been ? GAL. Why , Madame ? FVL. What hast thou done With thy poore innocent selfe ? GAL. Wherfore , sweet Madam ? FVL. Thus to come forth , so sodainly , a wit-worme ? GAL. It pleases you to flout one . I did dreame Of Ladie Sempronia . FVL. O , the wonder is out . That did infect thee ? Well , and how ? GAL. Me thought , Shee did discourse the best . FVL. That euer thou heard'st ? GAL. Yes . FVL. I' thy sleepe ? Of what was her discourse ? GAL. O' the Republicke , Madame , and the State , And how shee was in debt , and where shee meant To raise fresh summes : Shee 's a great States-woman . FVL. Thou dreamp'tst all this ? GAL. No , but you know she is Madame , And both a Mistresse of the Latine tongue , And of the Greeke . FVL. I , but I neuer dreampt it , Galla , As thou hast done , and therefore you must pardon me . GAL. Indeede , you mocke me , Madame . FVL. Indeede , no. Forth with your learned Ladie : Shee has a wit , too ? GAL. A very masculine one . FVL. A shee - Criticke , Galla ? And can compose , in verse , and make quicke iests , Modest , or otherwise ? GAL. Yes Madame . FVL. She can sing , too ? And play on Instruments ? GAL. Of all kindes , they say . FVL. And doth dance rarely ? GAL. Excellent . So well , As a bald Senator made a iest , and said , 'T was better , then an honest woman neede . GVL. Tut , shee may beare that . Few wise womens honesties Will doe their courtship hurt . GAL. Shee 's liberall too , Madam . FVL. What of her money , or her honor , pray thee ? GAL. Of both , you know not which shee doth spare least . FVL. A comely commendation . GAL. Troth , t is pitty Shee is in yeares . FVL. Why Galla ? GAL. For it is . FVL. O , is that all ? I thought thou ' hadst had a reason . GAL. Why so I haue . Shee has beene a fine Ladie , And , yet , shee dresses herselfe , ( except you Madame ) One o' the best in Rome : and paints , and hides Her decayes very well . FVL. They say , it is Rather a visor , then a face shee weares . GAL. They wrong her verily Madame , shee do's sleeke With crums of bread , and milke , and lies a nights In as neate gloues . But shee is faine of late To seeke , more then shee 's sought to ( the same is ) And so spends that way . FVL. Thou knowst all . But Galla , What say you to Catilines Ladie , Orestilla ? There is the Gallant . GAL. Shee do's well . Shee has Very good sutes , and very rich : but , then , Shee cannot put 'hem on . Shee knowes not , how To weare a garment . You shall haue her all Iewels , and gold sometimes , so that her selfe Appeares the least part of her selfe . No' in troth , As I liue , Madame , you put 'hem all downe With your meere strength of iudgement ; and doe draw , too , The world of Rome to follow you : you attire Your selfe so diuersly , and with that spirit , Still to the noblest humors . They could make Loue to your dresse , although your face were away , they say . FVL. And body too , and ha' the better match on 't ? Say they not so too , Galla ? Now ! What newes Trauailes your count'nance with ? SER. If 't please you , Madam The Ladie Sempronia is lighted at the gate ; GAL. Castor , my dreame , my dreame . SER. And comes to see you GAL. For Venus sake , good Madame see her . FVL. Peace The foole is wild , I thinke . GAL. And heare her talke , Sweet Madame , of State-matters , and the Senate . SEMPRONIA , FVLVIA , GALLA . FVluia , good wench , how dost thou ? FVL. Well , Sempronia ▪ Whither are you thus early addrest ? SEM. To see Aurelia Orestilla . Shee sent for me . I came to call thee , with mee ; wilt thou goe ? FVL. I cannot now , in troth , I haue some letters To write , and send away . SEM. Alas , I pitty thee . I ha'bene writing all this night , ( and am So very weary ) vnto all the Tribes , And Centuries , for their voyces , to helpe Catiline , In his election . We shall make him Consul I hope , amongst vs . Crassus , I , and Caesar Will carry it for him . FVL. Do's he stand for 't ? SEM. H 'is the chiefe Candidate . FVL. Who stands beside ? Giue me some wine , and poulder for my teeth . SEM. Here 's a good pearle in troth . FVL. A prettie one . SEM. A very orient one . There are Competitors , Caius Antonius , Publius Galbe , Lucius Cassius Longinus , Quintus Cornificius , Caius Licinius , and that talker , Cicero . But Catiline , and Antonius will be chosen . For foure of the other , Lincinius , Longinus , Galba , and Cornificius will giue way . And Cicero they will not choose . FVL. No ? Why ? SEM. It will be cross'd , by the Nobility . GAL. How she do's vnderstand the common busines ! SEM. Nor , were it fit . He is but a new fellow , An In-mate here in Rome ( as Catiline calls him ) And , the Patricians should doe very ill , To let the Consul-ship be so defil'd As 't would be , if he obtain'd it ? A meere vpstarr , That has no pedigree , no house , no coate , No ensignes of a family ? FVL. He ' has vertue . SEM. Hang vertue , where there is no blood : 't is vice And , in him , sawcinesse . Why should he presume To be more learned , or more eloquent , Then the Nobility ? or boast any quality Worthie a Noble man , himselfe not noble ? FVL. 'T was vertue onely , at first , made all men noble . SEM. I yeeld you , it might , at first , in Romes poore age ; When both her Kings , and Consuls held the plough , Or garden'd well ▪ But , now , we ha' no need , To digge , or loose our sweat for 't . We haue wealth , Fortune and ease , and then their stocke , to spend on , Of Name , for Vertue , which will beare vs out 'Gainst all new commers : and can neuer faile vs , While the succession stayes . And , we must glorifie , A Mushrome ? one of yesterday ? a fine speaker ? 'Cause he has suck'd at Athens ? and aduance him , To our owne losse ? No Fuluia . There are they Can speake Greeke too , if need were . Caesar and I Haue sate vpon him ; so hath Grassus , too ; And others . We haue all decreed his rest , For rising farder . GAL. Excellent rare Lady ! FVL. Sempronia , you are beholden to my woman , here . She do's admire you . SEM. O good Galla , how dost thou ? GAL. The better , for your learned Ladiship . SEM. Is this grey poulder , a good Dentifrice ? FVL. You see I vse it . SEM. I haue one is whiter . FVL. It may be so . SEM. Yet this smels well . GAL. And clenses Very well , Madam , and resists the crudities . SEM. Fuluia , I pray thee , who comes to thee , now ? Which of our great Patricians ? FVL. Faith , I keepe No Catalogue of 'hem . Sometimes I haue one , Sometimes another , as the toy takes their blouds . SEM. Thou hast them all . Faith , when was Quintus Curius , Thy speciall seruant , here ? FVL. My speciall seruant ? SEM. Yes , thy Idolater , I call him . FVL. He may be yours , If you do like him . SEM. How ! FVL. He comes , not , here , I haue forbid him , hence . SEM. Venus forbid ! FVL. Why ? SEM. Your so constant Louer . FVL. So much the rather . I would haue change . So would you too , I am sure . And now , you may haue him . SEM. Hee 's fresh yet , Fuluia : Beware , how you do tempt mee . FVL. Faith , for mee , He ' is somewhat too fresh , indeed . The salt is gone , That gaue him season . His good gifts are done . He do's not yeeld the crop that he was wont . And , for the act , I can haue secret fellowes , With backs worth ten of him , and shall please mee ( Now that the Land is fled ) a myriade better . SEM. And those one may command . FVL. T is true , These Lordings , Your noble Faunes , they are so imperious , saucy , Rude , and as boystrous as Centaures ; leaping A Ladie , at first sight . SEM. And must be borne Both with , and out , they thinke . FVL. Tut , I le obferue None of 'hem all : nor humor 'hem a iot Longer , then they come laden in the hand , And say , here 's tone , for th' tother . SEM. Do's Caesar giue well ? FW. They shall all giue , and pay well , that come here If they will haue it ; and that iewels , pearle , Plate , or round summes , to buy these . I 'am not taken With a Cob-Swan , or a high-mounting Bull , As foolish Leda , and Europa were , But the bright gold , with Danae . For such price , I would endure , a rough , harsh Iupiter , Or ten such thundring Gamsters , and refraine To laugh at 'hem , till they are gone , with my much suffring . SEM. Th' art a most happy wench , that thus canst make Vse of they youth , and freshnesse , in the season : And hast it to make vse of . FVL. ( Which is the happinesse . ) SEM. I am , now , faine to giue to them , and keepe Musique , and a continuall Table , to inuite 'hem ; FVL. Yes , and they studie your kitchin , more then you : SEM. Eate my selfe out with vsury , and my Lord , too , And all my officers , and friends beside , To procure moneyes , for the needfull charge I must be at , to haue 'hem : And , yet , scarce Can I atchieue 'hem , so . FVL. Why , that 's because You affect yong faces onely , and smooth chinnes , Sempronia . If youl 'd loue beards , and bristles , ( One with another , as others doe ) or wrinkles — Who 's that ? Looke Galla. GAL. T is the partie , Madame . FVL. What party ? Has he no name ? GAL. T is Quintus Curius . FVL. Did I not bid 'hem , say , I kept may chamber ? GAL. Why , so they do . SEM. I le leaue you , Fuluia . FVL. Nay , good Sempronia , stay . SEM. In faith , I will not . FVL. By Iuno , I would not see him . SEM. I le not hinder you . GAL. You know , he will not be kept out , Madam . SEM. No , Nor shall not , carefull Galla , by my meanes . FVL. As I doe liue , Sempronia . SEM. What needs this ? FVL. Go , say , I am asleepe , and ill at ease . SEM. By Castor , no ; I 'le tell him , you are awake ; And very well . Stay Galla. Farewell Fuluia : I know my manners . Why doe you labour , thus , With action , against purpose ? Quintus Curius , She is , yfaith , here , and in disposition : FVL. Spight , with your courtesie . How shall I be tortur'd ! CVRIVS , FVLVIA , GALLA . WHere are you , fayre one , that conceale your selfe ; And keepe your beauty , within lockes , and barres , here , Like a fooles treasure ? FVL. True , she was a foole , When , first she shew'd it to a theefe . CVR. How prety Solennesse ! So harsh , and short ? FVL. The fooles Artillery , sir. CVR. Then , make my gowne off , for the'encounter . FVL. Stay sir. I am not in the moode . CVR. I le put you into 't . FVL. Best , put your selfe , i' your case againe , and keepe Your furious appetite warme , against you haue place for 't . CVR. What! do you coy it ? FVL. No sir. I 'am not proud . CVR. I would you were . You thinke , this state becomes you ? By Hercules , it do's not . Looke i' your glasse , now , And see , how sciruely that countenance shewes ; You would be loth to owne it . FVL. I shall not change it . CVR. Faith , but you must ; and slacke this bended brow ; And shoote lesse scorne : There is a Fortune comming Towards you , Daintie , that will take thee , thus , And set thee aloft , to tread vpon the head Of her owne statue here in Rome . FVL. I wonder , Who let this Promiser in ! Did you , good Diligence ? Giue him his bribe , againe . Or if you had none , Pray you demand him , why he is so ventrous , To presse , thus , to my chamber , being for bidden Both , by my selfe , and seruants ? CVR. How ! This 's handsome ! And somewhat a new straine ! FVL. 'T is not strain'd , Sir . 'T is very naturall . CVR. I haue knowne it otherwise , Betweene the parties , though . FVL. For your fore-knowledge , Thanke that , which made it . It will not be so , Hereafter , I assure you . CVR. No , my Mistresse ? FVL. No though you bring the same materials . CVR. Heare me , You ouer act when you should vnderdoe . A little call your selfe againe , and thinke . If you doe this to practise on me ' or finde At what forc'd distance you can hold your seruant ; That ' it be an artificiall tricke , to enflame , And fire me more , fearing my loue may neede it , As , heretofore , you ha' done ; why , proceede . FVL. As I ha' done heretofore ? CVR. Yes , when you 'ld faine Your husbands iealousie , your seruants watches , Speake softly , and runne often to the dore , Or to the windore , forme strange feares that were not ; As if the pleasure were lesse accomptable , That were secure . FVL. You are an impudent fellow . CVR. And , when you might better haue done it , at the gate , To take me in at the casement . FVL. I take you in ? CVR. Yes , you my Lady . And , then , being abed with you , To haue your well taught wayter , here , come running , And cry , her Lord , and hide me without cause , Crush'd in a chest , or thrust vp in a chimney . When he , tame , Crow , was winking at his Farme ; Or , had he beene here , and present , would haue kept Both eyes , and beake seal'd vp , for sixe sesterces . FVL. You haue a slanderous , beastly , vnwash'd tongue , I' your rude mouth , and sauouring your selfe , Vn-manner'd Lord . CVR. How now ! FVL. It is your title , Sir . Who ( since you ha' lost your owne good name , and know not What to loose more ) care not , whose honor you wound , Or fame ' you poyson with it . You should goe , And vent your selfe , i' the region , where you liue , Among the Suburbe-Brothels , Baudes , and Brokers , Whither your broken fortunes haue design'd you . CVR. Nay , then I must stop your furie , I see ; and plucke The tragicke visor off . Come , Ladie Cypris , Know your owne vertues , quickly . I le not be Put to the woing of you thus , afresh , At euery turne , for all the Venus in you . Yeeld , and be pliant ; or by Pollux — How now ? Will Lais turne a Lucrece ? FVL. No , but by Castor , Hold off your Rauishers hands , I pierce your heart , else . I le not be put to kill my selfe , as shee did For you , sweet Tarquine . What ? doe you fall off ? Nay , it becomes you graciously . Put not vp . You 'll sooner draw your weapon on me , I thinke it , Then on the Senate , who haue cast you forth Disgracefully , to be the common tale Of the whole Citty ; base , infamous Man : For , were you other , you would there imploy Your desperate dagger . CVR. Fuluia , you doe know The strengths you haue vpon me ; Doe not vse Your power too like a Tyran : I can beare , Almost vntill you breake me . FVL. I doe know , Sir , So do's the Senate , too , know , you can beare . CVR. By all the Gods , that Senate will smart deepe For your vpbraidings . I should be right sorry To haue the meanes so to be veng'd on you , ( At least , the will ) as I shall shortly on them . But , goe you on still : Fare you well , deare Ladie ; You could not still be faire'vnlesse you were proud . You will repent these moodes , and ere 't be long , too . I shall ha' you come about , againe . FVL. Doe you thinke so ? CVR. Yes , and I know so . FVL. By what Augury ? CVR. By the faire Entrailes of the Matrons chests , Gold , Pearle , and Iewels , here in Rome , which Fuluia , Will then ( but late ) say that shee might haue shar'd . And , grieuing , misse . FVL. Tut , all your promis'd Mountaines , And Seas , I am so stalely acquainted with — . CVR. But , when you see the vniuersall floud Runne by your coffers ; that my Lords , the Senators , Are sold for slaues , their Wiues for bond-women , Their Houses , and fine Gardens giuen away , And all their goods , vnder the Speare , at out-cry , And you haue none of this ; but are still Fuluia , Or perhaps lesse , while you are thinking of it : You will aduise then , Coynesse , with your cushion , And looke o' your fingers ; say , how you were wish'd ; And so , he left , you . FVL. Call him againe , Galla : This is not vsuall , something hangs on this That I must winne out of him . CVR. How now , melt you ? FVL. Come , you will laugh , now , at my easinesse ? But , 't is no miracle ; Doues , they say , will bill , After their pecking , and their murmuring . CVR. Yes , And then 't is kindly . I would haue my Loue Angry , sometimes , to sweeten off the rest Of her behauiour . FVL. You doe see , I study How I may please you , then . But you thinke , Curius T is couetise hath wrought me ; If you loue me Change that vnkinde conceipt . CVR. By my lou'd soule , I loue thee , like to it ; and 't is my study , More then mine owne reuenge , to make thee happy . FVL. And'tis that iust reuenge doth make me happy To heare you prosequute : and which , indeede , Hath wonne me , to you , more , then all the hope Of what can else be promis'd . I loue valour Better , then any Ladie loues her face , Or dressing : then my selfe do's . Let me grow Still , where I doe embrace . But what good meanes Ha' you t' effect it ? Shall I know your proiect ? CVR. Thou shalt , if thou 'lt be gracious . FVL. As I can be . CVR. And wilt thou kisse me , then ? FVL. As close as shels Of Cockles meet . CVR. And print 'hem deep ? FVL. Quite through Our subtle lips . CVR. And often ? FVL. I will sow 'hem . Faster then you can reape . What is your plot ? CVR. Why , now my Fuluia lookes , like her bright name , And is her selfe . FVL. Nay , answere me , your plot : I pray thee tell me , Quintus . CVR. I , these sounds Become a Mistresse . Here is harmony . When you are harsh , I see , the way to bend you Is not with violence , but seruice . Cruell , A Lady is a fire , gentle , a light . FVL. Will you not tell me , what I aske you ? CVR. All , That I can thinke , sweet Loue , or my breast holds , I le poure into thee . FVL. What is your designe , then ? CVR. I le tell thee ; Catiline shall now be Consull : But , you will heare more , shortly . FVL. Nay , deare Loue . CVR. I le speake it , in thine armes ; Let vs goe in . Rome will be sack'd , her wealth will be our prize ; By publique ruine , priuate spirits must rise . CHORVS . GReat Father Mars , and greater Ioue , By whose high auspice , Rome hath stood So long ; and , first , was built in blood Of your great Nephew , that then stroue Not with his brother , but your Rites : Be present to her now , as then , And let not proud , and factious Men Against your willes oppose their mights . Our Consuls , now , are to be made ; O , put it in the publique voice To make a free , and worthy choice ; Excluding such as would inuade The Common wealth . Let whom we name Haue wisedome , foresight , fortitude , Be more with faith , then face endu'd , And study conscience , aboue fame . Such , as not seeke to get the start In State , by power , parts , or bribes , Ambition's baudes ; but moue the Tribes By Vertue , modesty , desart . Such , as to iustice will adhaere , What euer great one it offend , And from the' embraced truth not bend For enuie , hatred , gifts , or feare . That , by their deedes , will make it knowne , Whose dignity they doe sustaine ; And life , state , glory , all they gaine , Count the Republiques , not their owne . Such the old Bruti , Decij were , The Cipi , Curtij , who did giue Themselues for Rome : And would not liue , As men , good , only for a yeare . Such were the great Camilli , too ; The Fabij , Seipio's ; that still thought No worke , at price inough , was bought , That for their Countrey they could doe . And , to her honor , so did knit ; As all their acts were vnderstood The sinewes of the Publique good : And they themselues , one soule , with it . These men were truely Magistrates ; These neither practis'd force , nor formes ; Nor did they leaue the helme , in stormes : And such they are make happy States .
ACT. iij. CICERO , CATO , CATVLVS , ANTONIVS , CRASSVS , CAESAR , CHORVS , LICTORS . GReat Honors are great burdens : But , on whom They' are cast with enuy , he doth beare two loades . His cares must still be double to his ioyes , In any Dignity ; where , if he erre He findes no pardon : and , for doing well A most small praise , and that wrung out , by force . I speake this , Romanes , knowing what the weight Of the high charge , you ' haue trusted to me , is . Not , that thereby I would with art decline The good , or greatnesse of your benefit ; For , I ascribe it to your singular grace And vow , to owe it to no title else , Except the Gods , that Cicero'is your Consul . I haue no vrnes ; no dustie moniments ; No broken images of ancestors , Wanting an eare , or nose ; no forged tables Of long descents , to boast false honors from ; Or be my vndertakers to your trust . But a new Man ( as I am stil'd in Rome ) Whom you haue dignified ; and more , in whom Yo 'haue cut a way , and left it ope for vertue Hereafter , to that place , which our Great men Held shut vp , with all rampires , for themselues . Nor haue but few of them , in time bene made Your Consuls so ; New men , before mee , none : At my first suite ; In my iust yeare ; Preferd To all competitors ; and some the noblest . CRA. Now the vaine swels . CAES. Vp glory . CIC. And to haue Your lowde consents , from your owne vtter'd voyces ; Not silent bookes : nor from the meaner tribes , But first , and last , the vniuersall concourse . This is my ioy , my gladnesse . But my care , My industrie , and vigilance now must worke , That still your counsell of me be approu'd ; Both , by your selues , and those , to whom you haue , With grudge , prefer'd mee : Two things I must labour , That neither they vpbraid , nor you repent you . For euery lapse of mine will , now , be call'd Your error ; if I make such : But , my hope is , So to beare through , and out , the Consulship , As spight shall ne're wound you , though it may mee . And , for my selfe , I haue prepar'd this strength , To do so well ; as , if there happen ill Vnto me , it shall make the Gods to blush , And be their crime , not mine , that I am enui'd ; CAES. O confidence ! more new , then is the Man ! CIC. I know well , in what termes I doe receiue The Common wealth , how vexed , how perplex'd : In which , there 's not that mischiefe , or ill fate , That good men feare not , wicked men expect not . I know , beside , some turbulent practises Alreadie on foote , and rumors of moe dangers , CRA. Or you will make them , if there be none . CIC. Last , I know , 't was this , which made the enuy , and pride Of the Great Romane bloud bate , and giue way To my election . CAT. Marcus Tullius , true ; Our neede made thee our Consull , and thy vertue . CAES. Cato , you will vndoe him , with your praise . CAT. Caesar will hurt himselfe , with his owne enuie . CHO. The voyce of Cato is the voyce of Rome . CAT. The voyce of Rome is the consent of Heauen ; And that hath plac'd thee , Cicero , at the helme , Where thou must render , now , thy selfe a Man , And Master of thy art . Each pettie hand Can steere a ship becalm'd ; but he that will Gouerne , and carry her to her ends , must know His tides , his currents ; how to shift his sayles ; What she will be are in foule , what in faire weathers ; Where her springs are , her leaks ; & how to stop 'hem ; What sands , what shelues , what rocks to threaten her ; The forces , and the natures of all winds , Gusts , stormes , & tempests ; when her keele ploughs hell And decke knocks heauen : then , to manage her Becomes the name , and office of a Pilot. CIC. Which I 'le performe , with all the diligence , And fortitude I haue ; not for my yeare , But for my life ; except my life be lesse , And that my yeare conclude it : If it must , Your will , lou'd Gods . This heart shall yet employ A day , an houre is left me , so , for Rome . As it shall spring a life , out of my death , To shine , for euer glorious in my facts : " The vicious count their yeares , vertuous their acts . CHO. Most noble Consul ! Let vs wait him home . CAES. Most popular Consul he is growne , me thinkes . CRA. How the rout cling to him ! CAES. And Cato leads 'hem ! CRA. You , his colleague , Antonius , are not look't on . ANT. Not I , nor do I care . CAES , He enioyes rest , And ease , the while : Let th' others spirit toyle , And wake it out , that was inspir'd for turmoyle . CATV. If all reports be true , yet , Caius Caesar , The time hath neede of such a watch , and spirit : CAES. Reports ? Do you beleeue 'hem Catulus , Why , he do's make , and breed 'hem for the people ; T' endeare his seruice to 'hem . Do you not tast An art , that is so common ? Popular men , They must create strange Monsters , and then quell 'hem ; To make their artes seeeme something . Would you haue Such an Herculean Actor in the Scene , And not his Hydra ? They must sweat no lesse To fit their properties , then t' expresse their parts . CRA. " Treasons , and guiltie men are made in States " Too oft , to dignifie the Magistrates . CATV. " Those States be wretched , that are forc'd to buy " Their Rulers fame , with their owne infamy . CRA. We therefore , should prouide that ours do not . CAES. That will Antonius make his care . ANT. I shall . CAES. And watch the watcher . CATV. Here comes Catiline . How do's he brooke his late repulse ? CAES. I know not . But hardly sure . CAT. Longinus , too , did stand ? CAES. At first : But he gaue way vnto his friend . CATV. Who 's that come ? Lentulus ? CAES. Yes , He is againe Taken into the Senate . ANT. And made Praetor . CAT. I know 't . He had my suffrage , next the Consuls ; CAES. True , you were there , Prince of the Senate , then . CATILINE , ANTONIVS , CATVLVS , CAESAR . CRASSVS , LONGINVS , LENTVLVS . HAyle noblest Romanes . The most worthy Consul , I gratulate your Honor. . ANT. I could wish It had beene happier , by your fellowship , Most noble Sergius , had it pleas'd the people . CATI. It did not please the Gods ; who 'instruct the people . And their vnquestion'd pleasures must be seru'd . They know what 's fitter for vs , then our selues ; And 't were impiety , to thinke against them . CATV. You beare it rightly , Lucius ; and , it glads , mee , To find your thoughts so euen . CATI. I shall still Studie to make them such to Rome , and Heauen . I would withdraw with you , a little , Iulius . CAES. I le come home to you : Crassus would not ha' you To speake to him , 'fore Quintus Catulus . CATI. I apprehend you . No , when they shall iudge Honors conuenient for me , I shall haue 'hem , With a full hand : I know it . In meane time , They are no lesse part of the Common-wealth , That doe obey , then those , that doe command . CATV. O , let me kisse your forehead , Lucius . How are you wrongd ! CATI. By whom ? CATV. Publicke report . That giues you out , to stomacke your repulse ; And brooke it deadly . CATI. Sir : she brookes not me . Belieue me rather , and your selfe , now , of mee ; It is a kinde of slaunder , to trust rumour . CATV. I know it . And I could be angrie with it . CATI. So may not I. Where it concernes himselfe , Who 's angry at a slander , makes it true . CATV. Most noble Sergius ! This your temper melts me . CRA. Will you do office to the Consul , Quintus ? CAES. That Cato , and the Rout haue done the other ? CATV. I waite , when he will goe . Be still your selfe . He wants no state , or honors , that hath vertue , CATI. Did I appeare so tame , as this man thinks mee ? Look'd I so poore , so dead ? So like that nothing , Which he calls vertuous ? O my breast , breake quickly ; And shew my friends my in-parts , least they thinke I haue betraid 'hem . LON. Where 's Gabinius ? LEN. Gone . LON. And Vargunteius ? LEN. Slipt away ; all shrunke : Now that he mist the Consul-ship . CATI. I am The scorne of bond-men ; who are next to beasts . What can I worse pronounce my selfe , that 's fitter ? The Owle of Rome , whom Boyes , and Girles will hout ; That were I set vp , for that woodden God , That keepes our gardens , could not fright the crowes , Or the least Bird from muting on my head . LON. T is strange how he should misse it . LEN. Is 't not stranger , The vpstart Cicero should carry it so , By all consents , from men so much his Masters ? LON. T is true . CATI. To what a shadow , am I melted ! LON. Antonius wan it but by some few voyces . CATI. Strooke through , like ayre , and feele it not . My wounds Close faster , then they 're made . LEN. The whole designe , And enterprise is lost by 't . All handes quit it , Vpon his fayle . CATI. I grow mad at my patience . It is a Visor that hath poyson'd mee . Would it had burnt me vp , and I died inward : My heart first turn'd to ashes . LON. Here 's Cethegus yet . CATILINE , CETHEGVS , LENTVLVS , LONGINVS , CATO . REpulse vpon repulse ? An In-mate , Consul ? That I could reach the axell , where the pinnes are , Which bolt this frame ; that I might pull 'hem out , And plucke all into Chaos , with my selfe . CET. What , are we wishing now ? CATI. Yes , my Cethegus . Who would not fall with all the world about him ? CET. Not I , that would stand on it , when it falles ; And force new Nature out , to make another . These wishings taste of woman , not of Romane . Let vs seeke other armes . CATI. What should we do ? CET. Do , & not wish ; something , that wishes take not : So sodaine , as the Gods should not preuent , Nor scarce haue time , to feare . CATI. O noble Caius ! CET. It likes me better , that you are not Consul . I would not goe through open dores , but breake 'hem ; Swim to my ends , through bloud ; or build a bridge Of carcasses ; make on , vpon the heads Of men , strooke downe , like piles ; to reach the liues Of those remaine , and stand : Then is 't a pray , When Danger stoppes , and Ruine makes the way . CATI. How thou dost vtter me , braue soule , that may not , At all times , shew such as I am ; but bend Vnto occasion ? Lentulus , this man , If all our fire were out , would fetch downe new , Out of the hand of Ioue ; and riuet him To Caucasus , should he but frowne : and let His owne gaunt Eagle flie at him , to tire . LEN. Peace , here comes Cato . CAT. Let him come , and heare . I will no more dissemble . Quit vs all ; I , and my lou'd Cethegus here , alone Will vndertake this Giants warre , and cary it . LEN. What needs this , Lucius ? LON. Sergius be more wary . CATI. Now , Marcus Cato , our new Consuls spie , What is your sowre austerity sent t' explore . CATO . Nothing in thee , licentious Catiline : Halters , and racks cannot expresse from thee More , then thy deeds . T is onely iudgement waits thee . CATI. Whose ? Cato's ? shall he iudge me ? CAT. No , the Gods ▪ " Who , euer , follow those , they go not with : And Senate ; who , with fire , must purge sicke Rome Of noysome Citizens , whereof thou art one . Be gone , or else let mee . T is bane to draw The same ayre with thee . CET. Strike him . LEN. Hold good Caius ; CET , Fearst thou not , Cato ? CATO . Rash Cethegus , no. T were wrong with Rome , when Catiline and thou Do threat , if Cato feard . CATI. The fire you speake of If any flame of it approach my fortunes , I le quench it , not with water , but with ruine . CATO . You heare this , Romanes . CATI. Beare it to the Consul . CET. I would haue sent away his soule , before him . You are too heauie , Lentulus , and remisse ; It is for you we labour , and the Kingdome Promis'd you by the Sibyll's . CATI. Which his Praetorship , And some small flattery of the Senate more , Will make him to forget . LEN. You wrong me , Lucius . LON. He wil not need these spurres . CET. The action needs 'hem . " These things , when they proceed not , they goe backward . LEN. Let vs consult then . CET , Let vs , first , take armes . They that denie vs iust things , now , will giue All that we aske ; if once they see our swords . CAT. Our obiects must be sought with wounds , not words . CICERO , FVLVIA . IS there a Heauen ? and Gods ? and can it be They should so slowly heare , so slowly see ? Hath Ioue no thunder ? or is Ioue become Stupide as thou art ? ô neare-wretched Rome , When both thy Senate , and thy Gods doe sleepe , And neither thine , not their owne States doe keepe ! What will awake thee , Heauen ? what can excite Thine anger , if this practise be too light ? His former drifts partake of former times , But this last plot was only Catilines . O , that it were his last . But he , before Hath safely done so much , hee 'll still dare more . Ambition , like a torrent , nere lookes backe ; And is a swelling , and the last affection A high minde can put off : being both a Rebell Vnto the soule , and reason , and enforceth All lawes , all conscience , treades vpon religion , And offereth violence to Natures selfe . But here , is that transcends it . A blacke purpose To confound Nature : and to ruine that , Which neuer Age , nor Mankinde can repaire . Sit downe , good Lady ; Cicero is lost In this your fable : for , to thinke it true Tempteth my reason . It so farre exceedes All insolent fictions of the tragicke Scene . The Commonwealth , yet panting , vnderneath The stripes , and wounds of a late ciuill warre , Gasping for life , and scarce restor'd to hope ; To seeke t' oppresse her , with new cruelty , And vtterly extinguish her long name , With so prodigious , and vnheard-of fiercenesse ! What sinke of Monsters , wretches of lost minds , Mad after change , and desp'rate in their states , Wearied , and gall'd with their necessities , ( For all this I allow them ) durst haue thought it ? Would not the barbarous deeds haue beene beleeu'd , Of Marius , and Sylla , by our Children , Without , this fact had rise forth greater , for them ? All , that they did , was piety , to this . They , yet , but murdred Kinsfolke , Brothers , Parents , Rauish'd the Virgins , and , perhaps , some Matrons ; They left the Citty standing , and the Temples : The Gods , and Maiesty of Rome were safe yet . These purpose to fire it , to dispoile them , ( Beyond the other euils , ) and lay wast The farre-triumphed world : For , vnto whom Rome is too little , what can be inough ? FVL. T is true , my Lord , I had the same discourse . CIC. And , then , to take a horride Sacrament In humane blood , for execution Of this their dire designe ; which might be call'd The height of wickednesse : but that , that was higher , For which they did it . FVL. I assure your Lordship , The extreme horror of it almost turn'd me To aire , when first I heard it ; I was all A vapor , when 't was told me ; And I long'd To vent it any where ; 'T was such a secret , I thought , it would haue burnt me vp . CIC. Good Fuluia , Feare not your act ; and lesse repent you of it . FVL. I doe not , my good Lord . I know to whom I haue vtter'd it . CIC. You haue discharg'd it , safely . Should Rome , for whom you haue done the happy seruice , Turne most ingrate ; yet were your vertue paid In conscience of the fact : so much good deedes Reward themselues . FVL. My Lord , I did it not To any other ayme , but for it selfe . To no ambition . CIC. You haue learn'd the difference Of doing office to the publike weale , And priuate friendship , and haue shewne it , Lady . Be still your selfe . I haue sent for Quintus Curius , And ( for your vertuous sake ) if I can winne him , Yet , to the common wealth ; He shall be safe too . FVL I le vndertake , my Lord , he will be wonne . CIC. Pray you , ioyne with me , then : And helpe to worke him . CICERO , LICTOR , FVLVIA , CVRIVS . HOw now ? Is he come ? LIC. He 'is here , my Lord . CIC. Goe presently , Pray my Colleague Antonius , I may speake with him , About some present businesse of the State ; And ( as you goe ) call on my brother Quintus , And pray him , with the Tribunes to come to me . Bid Curius enter . Fuluia , you will aide me ? FVL. It is my duty . CIC. O , my noble Lord ! I haue to chide you , yfaith . Giue me your hand . Nay , be not troubled ; 't shall be gently , Curius . You looke vpon this Lady ? What ? Doe you ghesse My businesse , yet ? Come , If you frowne , I thunder : Therefore , put on your better lookes , and thoughts . There 's nought but faire , and good intended to you : And I would make those your complexion . Would you , of whom the Senate had that hope , As , on my knowledge , it was in their purpose , Next sitting , to restore you : as they ha' done The stupide , and vngratefull Lentulus ; ( Excuse me , that I name you thus , together , For , yet , you are not such ) would you , I say , A person both of Blood and Honor , stock't In a long race of vertuous Ancestors , Embarke your selfe for such a hellish action , With Parricides , and Traitors , men turn'd Furies , Out of the wast , and ruine of their fortunes ; ( For 't is despaire , that is the mother of madnesse ) Such as want ( that , which all Conspirators , But they , haue first ) meere colour for their mischiefe ? O , I must blush with you . Come , you shall not labour To extenuate your guilt , but quit it cleane ; " Bad men excuse their faults , good men will leaue 'hem . " He acts the third crime , that defends the first . Here is a Lady , that hath got the start , in piety , of vs all ; and , for whose vertue , I could almost turne Louer , againe : but that Terentia would be iealous . What an honor Hath shee atchieued to her selfe ! What voices , Titles , and loud applauses will pursue her , Through euery street ! What windores will be fill'd , To shoote eyes at her ! What enuy , and griefe in Matrons , They are not shee ! when this her act shall seeme Worthier a Chariot , then if Pompey came , With Asia chain'd ! All this is while shee liues . But dead , her very name will be a Statue , Not wrought for time , but rooted in the minds Of all posterity ; when Brasse , and Marble , I , and the Capitol it selfe is dust . FVL. Your Honor thinks too highly of me . CIC. No : I cannot thinke inough . And I would haue Him emulate you . 'T is no shame , to follow The better precedent . Shee shewes you , Curius , What claime your Countrey laies to you ; and what duty You owe to it : Be not afraid , to breake With Murderers , and Traytors , for the sauing A life , so neare , and necessary to you , As is your Countries . Thinke but on her right . " No Child can be too naturall to his Parent . Shee is our common Mother , and doth challenge The prime part of vs ; Doe not stop , but giue it : " He , that is void of feare , may soone be iust , " And no Religion binds men to be Traitors . FVL. My Lord , he vnderstands it ; and will follow Your sauing counsell . But his shame , yet , stayes him . I know , that he is comming . CVR. Doe you know it ? FVL. Yes , let me speake with you . CVR. O you are — . FVL. What am I ? CVR. Speake not so loud . FVL. I am , what you should be , Come , doe you thinke , I 'ld walke in any plot , Where Madame Sempronia should take place of me , And Fuluia come i' the rere , or on the by ? That I would be her second , in a businesse , Though it might vantage me all the Sunne sees ? It was a seely phant'sie of yours . Apply Your selfe to me , and the Consul , and be wife ; Follow the fortune I ha' put you into : You may be some thing this way , and with safety . CIC. Nay , I must tolerate no whisperings , Lady . FVL. Sir , you may heare . I tell him , in the way , Wherein he was , how hazardous his course was . CIC. How hazardous ? how certaine to all ruine . Did he , or doe , yet , any of them imagine The Gods would sleepe , to such a Stygian practise , Against that Commonwealth , which they haue founded With so much labour , and like care haue kept , Now neare seuen hundred yeares ? It is a madnesse , Wherewith Heauen blinds 'hem , when it would confound 'hem , That they should thinke it . Come , my Curius , I see your nature's right ; you shall no more Be mention'd with them : I will call you mine , And trouble this good shame , no farder . Stand Firme for your Countrey ; and become a man Honor'd , and lou'd . It were a noble life , To be found dead , embracing her . Know you , What thanks , what titles , what rewards the Senate Will heape vpon you , certaine , for your seruice ? Let not a desperate action more engage you , Then safety should ; and wicked friendship force What honesty , and vertue cannot worke . FVL. He tels you right , sweete friend : 'T is sauing counsaile . CVR. Most noble Consul , I am yours , and hers ; I meane my Countries : you ' haue form'd me new . Inspiring me , with what I should be , truely . And I intreate , my faith may not seeme cheaper For springing out of penitence . CIC. Good Curius , It shall be dearer rather , and because I l'd make it such , heare how I trust you more . Keepe still your former face ; and mixe againe With those lost spirits . Runne all their mazes with'hem ; For such are treasons . Finde their windings out , And subtle turnings , watch their snaky waies , Through brakes , and hedges , into woods of darkenesse , Where they are faine to creepe vpon their breasts In pathes nere trod by Men , but Wolues , and Panthers . Learne , beside Catiline , Lentulus , and those , Whose names I haue , what new ones they draw in ; Who else are likely ; what those Great ones are , They doe not name ; what waies they meane to take ; And whither their hopes point ; to warre : or ruine , By some surprize . Explore all their intents , And what you finde may profit the Republique , Acquaint me with it , either , by your selfe , Or this your vertuous friend , on whom I lay The care of vrging you ; I le see , that Rome Shall proue a thankefull , and a bounteous Mother : Be secret as the night . CVR. And constant Sir . CIC. I doe not doubt it . Though the time cut off All vowes . " The dignity of truth is lost , With much protesting : Who is there ! This way , Least you be seene , and met . And when you come , Be this your token ; to this fellow . Light 'hem . O Rome , in what a sicknesse art thou fall'n ! How dangerous , and deadly ! when thy head Is drown'd in sleepe , and all thy body feu'ry ! No noise , no pulling , no vexation wakes thee , Thy Lethargie is such : or if , by chance , Thou heau'st thy eye-lids vp , thou dost forget Sooner , then thou wert told , thy proper danger . I did vnreuerendly , to blame the Gods , Who wake for thee , though thou snore to thy selfe . Is it not strange , thou should'st be so diseas'd , And so secure ? But more , that the first symptomes Of such a malady , should not rise out From any worthy member , but a base And common strumpet , worthlesse to be nam'd A haire , or part of thee ? Thinke , thinke , hereafter , What thy needes were , when thou must vse such meanes : And lay it to thy breast , how much the Gods Vpbraid thy foule neglect of them ; by making So vile a thing , the Author of thy safety . They could haue wrought by nobler waies : haue strooke Thy foes with forked lightning ; or ramm'd thunder ; Throwne hilles vpon 'hem , in the act ; haue sent Death , like a dampe , to all their families ; Or caus'd their consciences to burst 'hem . But , When they will shew thee what thou art , and make A scornefull difference 'twixt their power , and thee , They helpe thee by such aides , as Geese , and Harlots . How now ? What answere ? Is he come ? LIC. Your Brother , Will streight be here ; and your Colleague Antonius Said , coldly , he would follow me . CIC. I , that Troubles me somewhat , and is worth my feare ; He is a man , 'gainst whom I must prouide , That ( as hee 'll doe no good ) he doe no harme ; He , though he be not of the plot , will like it , And wish it should proceede ; for , vnto men , Prest with their wants , all change is euer welcome . I must with offices , and patience winne him ; Make him , by art , that which he is not borne , A friend vnto the publique ; and bestow The Prouince on him ; which is by the Senate Decreed to me : That benefit will bind him . T is well , if some men will doe well , for price ; " So few are vertuous , when the reward 's away : Nor must I be vnmindfull of my priuate ; For which I haue call'd my Brother , and the Tribunes , My Kins-folke , and my Clients to be neare me ; " He that stands vp 'gainst Traitors , and their ends , " Shall neede a double guard , of law , and friends : " Especially , in such an enuious State , " That sooner will accuse the Magistrate , " Then the Delinquent ; and will rather grieue " The Treason is not acted , then beleeue . CAESAR , CATILINE . THe night growes on ; and you are for your meeting : I le therefore end in few . Be resolute , And put your enterprise in act : The more " Actions of depth , and danger are consider'd , " The lesse assuredly they are perform'd . And thence it hapneth , that the brauest plots ( Not executed straight ) haue beene discouer'd . Say , you are constant , or another , a third , Or more ; there may be yet one wretched spirit , With whom the feare of punishment shall worke 'Boue all the thoughts of honor , and reuenge . You are not , now , to thinke what 's best to doe , As in beginnings ; but , what must be done , Being thus entred : and slip no aduantage That may secure you . Let 'hem call it mischiefe ; " When it is past , and prosper'd , 't will be vertue . " Th' are petty crimes are punish'd , great rewarded . Nor must you thinke of perill ; since , " Attempts , Begunne with danger , still doe end with glory : " And , when neede spurres , despaire will be call'd wisdome . Lesse ought the care of men , or fame to fright you ; " For they , that winne , do seldome receiue shame " Of victory : how ere it be atchiu'd ; And vengeance , least . For who , besieg'd with wants , Would stop at death , or any thing beyond it ? Come , there was neuer any great thing thing , yet , Aspired , but by violence , or fraud : And he that stickes ( for folly of a conscience ) To reach it — . CAT. Is a good religious foole . CAES. A superstitious slaue , and will die beast . Good night . You know what Crassus thinks , and I , By this : Prepare you wings , as large as sayles , To cut through ayre , and leaue no print behind you . A Serpent , ere he comes to be a Dragon , Do's eate a Bat : and so must you a Consul , That watches . What you doe , doe quickly Sergius . You shall not stir for mee . CAT. Excuse me , lights there . CAES. By no meanes . CAT. Stay then . All good thoughts to Caesar. And like to Crassus . CAES. Mind but your friends counsels . CATILINE , AVRELIA , LECCA . OR , I will beare no mind . How now , Aurelia ? Are your confederates come ? the Ladies ? AVR. Yes . CAT. And is Simpronia there ? AVR. She is . CAT. That 's well . She ha's a sulphurous spirit , and will take Light at a sparke . Breake with them , gentle loue , About the drawing as many of their Husbands , Into the plot , as can : If not , to rid 'hem . That 'll be the easier practise , vnto some , Who haue bene tir'd with 'hem long . Sollicite Their aydes , for money ; and their Seruants helpe , In firing of the Citie , at the time Shall be design'd . Promise 'hem States , and Empires , And men , for Louers , made of better clay , Then euer the old Potter Titan knew . Who 's that ? O , Porcius Lecca ! are they met ? LEC. They are all , here . CAT. Loue , you haue your instructions : I le trust you with the stuffe you haue to worke on . You 'll forme it ? Porcius , fetch the siluer Eagle I ga' you in charge . And pray 'hem , they will enter . CATILINE , CETHEGVS , CVRIVS , LENTVLVS , VARGVNTEIVS , LONGINVS , GABINIVS , CEPARIVS , AVTRONIVS . & C. O Friends , your faces glad mee . This will be Our last , I hope , of consultation . CAT. So , it had need . CVR. We loose occasion , daily . CAT. I , and our meanes : whereof one woundes me most , That was the fairest . Piso is dead , in Spaine . CET. As we are , here . LON. And , as it is thought , by enuy Of Pompey's followers . LEN. He too 's comming backe , Now , out of Asia . CAT. Therefore , what we ' intend We must be swift in . Take your seates , and heare . I haue , alreadie , sent Septimius Into the Picene territorie ; and Iulius , To rayse force , for vs , in Apulia : Manlius at Fesulae is ( by this time ) vp , With the old needie troopes , that follow'd Sylla ; And all do but expect , when we will giue The blow at home . Behold this siluer Eagle , Was Marius standard , in the Cimbrian warre , Fatall to Rome ; and , as our Augures tell mee , Shall still be so : For which one omenous cause , I haue kept it safe , and done it sacred rites , As to a Godhead ; in a Chappell built Of purpose to it . Pledge then all your hands , To follow it , with vowes of death , and ruine , Strooke silently , and home . So waters speake When they runne deepest . Now 's the time , this yeare , The twenti'th , from the firing of the Capitol , As fatall too , to Rome , by all predictions ; And , in which , honor'd Lentulus must rise A King , if he pursue it . CVR. If he doe not , He is not worthy the great destiny . LEN. It is too great for mee , but what the Gods , And their great loues decree me , I must not Seeme carelesse of . CAT. No nor we enuious . We haue enough beside , all Gallia , Belgia , Greece , Spayne , and Africke . CVR. ●and Asia too , Now Pompey is returning . CAT. Noblest Romanes , Me thinkes our lookes , are not so quicke and high , As they were wont . CVR. No ? whose is not ? CAT. We haue No anger in our eyes , no storme , no lightning : Our hate is spent , and fum'd away in vapor , Before our hands be'at worke . I can accuse Not any one , but all of slacknesse . CET. Yes , And be your selfe such , while you do it . CAT. Ha ? T is sharply answerd , Caius , CET. Truly , truly . LEN. Come , let vs each one know his part to doe , And then be accus'd . Leaue these vntimely quarrels . CVR. I would there were more Romes then one , to ruine . CET. More Romes ? More Worlds . CVR. Nay then more Gods , & Natures , If they tooke part . LEN. When shall the time be , first ? CAT. I thinke the Saturnals . CET. 'T will be too long . CAT. They are not now farre off , 't is not a month . CET. A weeke , a day , an houre is too farre off , Now , were the fittest time . CAT. We ha' not laid All things so safe , and readie . CET. While we' are laying , We shall all lie ; and grow to earth . Would I Were nothing in it , if not now . These things They should be done , e're thought . CAT. Nay , now your reason Forsakes you , Caius . Thinke , but what commodity That time will minister ; the Cities custome Of being , then , in mirth , and feast . LEN. Loos'd whole In pleasure and securitie . AVL. Each house Resolu'd in freedome . CVR. Euery slaue a master . LON. And they too no meane aides . CVR. Made from their hope Of liberty . LEN. Or hate vnto their Lords . VAR. T is sure , there cannot be a time found out More apt , and naturall . LEN. Nay , good Cethegus , Why do your passions , now , disturbe our hopes ? CET. Why do your hopes delude your certainties ? CAT. You must lend him his way . Thinke , for the order , And processe of it . LON. Yes . LEN. I like not fire : 'T will too much wast my Citie . CAT. Were it embers , There will be wealth enough , rak't out of them , To spring a new : It must be fire , or nothing . LON. What else should fright , or terrefie 'hem ? VAR. True . In that confusion , must be the chiefe slaughter . CVR. Then we shall kill 'hem brauest . CEP. And in heapes . AVT. Strew Sacrifices . CVR. Make the Earth an Altar . LON , And Rome the fire . LEC. 'T will be a noble night . VAR. And worth all Sylla's daies . CVR. When Husbands , Wiues , Grandfires , and Nephewes , Seruants , and their Lords , Virgins , and Priests , the Infant , and the Nurse Go all to hell , together , in a fleete . CAT. I would haue you , Longinus , and Statilius , To take the charge o' the firing , which must be , At a signe giuen with a trumpet , done In twelue chiefe places of the Citie , at once . The flaxe , and sulphure , are alreadie laid In , at Cethegus house . So are the weapons . Gabinius , you , with other force , shall stop The pipes , and conduits : And kill those that come For water . CVR. What shall I do ? CAT. All will haue Employment , feare not : Ply the execution . CVR. For that , trust me , and Cethegus . CAT. I will be At hand , with the army , to meete those that scape . And Lentulus , begirt you Pompey's house , To seise his sonnes aliue : for they are they Must make our peace with him . All else cut off , As Tarquin did the Poppey heads ; or mowers A field of thistles ; or else , vp , as ploughes Do barren lands ; and strike together flints , And clods ; th' ungratefull Senate , and the People : Till no rage , gone before , or comming after May weigh with yours , though Horror leapt her selfe Into the scale : but , in your violent acts , The fall of torrents , and the noyse of tempests , The boyling of Charybdis , the Seas wildnesse , The eating force of flames , and wings of winds , Be all outwrought , by your transcendent furies . It had bene done , ere this , had I bene Consul ; We'had had no stop , no let . LEN. How find you Antonius ? CAT. the' other ha's wonne him lost , that Cicero Was borne to be my opposition , And stands in all our waies . CVR. Remoue him first . CET. May that , yet , be done sooner ? CAT. Would it were done . CVR. VAR. I 'll doe 't . CET. It is my prouince ; none vsurpe it . LEN. What are your meanes ? CET. Enquire not . He shall die . Shall , was too slowly said . He 'is dying . That Is , yet , too slow . He 'is dead . CAT. Braue , only Romane , Whose soule might be the worlds soule , were that dying ; Refuse not , yet , the aydes of these your friends : LEN. Here 's Vargunteius holds good quarter with him . CAT. And vnder the pretext of clientele And visitation , with the morning Hayle , Will be admitted . CET. What is that to mee ? VAR. Yes , we may kill him in his bed , and safely . CET. Safe is your way , then ; take it . Mine 's mine owne . CAT. Follow him , Vargunteius , and perswade , The morning is the fittest time . LON. The night Will turne all into tumult . LEN. And perhaps Misse of him too . CAT. Intreat , and coniure him . In all our names . LEN. By all our vowes , and friendships . SEMPRONIA , AVRELIA , FVLVIA , to them . WHat ! is our Councell broke vp first ? AVR. You say , Women are greatest talkers . SEM. We ha' done ; And are now fit for action . LON. Which is passion . There 's your best actiuity , Lady . SEM. How knowes your wise fatnesse that ? LON. Your Mothers daughter Did teach me , Madame . CET. Come Sempronia , leaue him : He is a Giber . And our present businesse Is of more serious consequence . Aurelia Tells me , you ' haue done most masculinely within , And plaid the Orator . SEM. But we must hasten To our designe as well , and execute : Not hang still , in the feuer of an accident . CAT. You say well , Lady . SEM. I do like our plot Exceeding well , t is sure ; and we shall leaue Little to fortune , in it . CAT. Your banquet stayes . Aurelia take her in . Where 's Fuluia ? SEM. O the two Louers are coupling . CVR. In good faith , She 's very ill , with sitting vp . SEM. Youl 'd haue her Laugh , and lie downe . FVL. No , faith , Sempronia , I am not well ; I 'le take my leaue , it drawes Toward the morning . Curius shall stay with you . Madam , I pray you pardon me , my health I must respect . AVR. Farewell , good Fuluia . CVR. Make hast , and bid him get his guards about him . For Vargunteius , and Cornelius Haue vndertane it , should Cethegus misse : Their reason , that they thinke his open rashnesse Will suffer easier discouerie , Then their attempt ; so vailed vnder friendship . I le bring you to your Coach . Tell him , beside , Of Caesars comming forth , here . CAT. My sweete Madam , Will you be gone ? FVL. I am , my Lord , in truth , In some indisposition . CAT. I do wish You had all your health , sweet Lady . Lentulus , You 'll doe her seruice . LEN. To her coach , and duty . CATILINE . WHat ministers men must , for practise , vse ! The rash , th' ambitious , needy , desperate , Foolish , and wretched , eu'n the dregs of Mankinde , To whores , and women ! Still , it must be so . Each haue their proper place ; and , in their roomes . They are the best . Groomes fittest kindle fires , Slaues carry burdens , Butchers are for slaughters , Apothecaries , Butlers , Cookes for poysons ; As these for me : Dull , stupide Lentulus , My stale , with whom I stalke ; the rash Cethegus , My executioner ; and fat Longinus , Statilius , Curius , Ceparius , Cimber . My laborers , pioners , and incendiaries ; With these domesticke traitors , bosome theeues , Whom custome hath call'd Wiues ; the readiest helpes , To strangle head-strong Husbands ; rob the easie ; And lend the moneyes , on returnes of lust . Shall Catiline not doe , now , with these aides , So sought , so sorted , something shall be call'd Their labor , but his profit ? and make Caesar Repent his ventring counsels , to a spirit , So much his Lord in mischiefe ? when all these , Shall , like the Brethren sprung of Dragons teeth , Ruine each other ; and he fall amongst 'hem : With Crassus , Pompey , or who else appeares , But like , or neare a great one . May my braine Resolue to water , and my bloud turne phlegme , My hands , drop off , vnworthy of my sword , And that b' inspired , of it selfe , to rip My breast , for my lost entrailes ; when I leaue A soule , that will not serue . And who will , are The same with slaues ; such clay I dare not feare . The cruelty , I meane to act , I wish Should be call'd mine , and tary in my name ; Whil'st after Ages do toyle out themselues In thinking for the like , but do it lesse : And , were the power of all the fiends let loose , With Fate to boote , it should be , still , example . When , what the Gaule , or Moore could not effect , Nor aemulous Carthage , with their length of spight , Shall be the worke of one , and that my night . CICERO , FVLVIA , QVINTVS . I Thanke your vigilance . Where 's my brother , Quintus ? Call all my seruants vp . Tell noble Curius , And say it to your selfe , you are my sauces ; But that 's too little for you , you are Rome's : What could I then , hope lesse ? O brother ! now , The engines I told you of , are working ; The machine 'gin's to moue . Where are your weapons ? Arme all my houshold presently . And charge The Porter , he let no man in , till day . QVI. Not Clients , and your friends ? CIC. They weare those names , That come to murther me . Yet send for Cato , And Quintus Catulus ; those I dare trust ; And Flaccus , and Pomtinius , the Praetors , By the backe way . QVI. Take care , good brother Marcus , Your feares be not form'd greater , then they should ; And make your friends grieue , while your enemies laugh . CIC. T is brothers counsell , and worth thankes , But doe As I intreat you . I prouide , not feare . Was Caesar there , say you ? FVL. Curius sayes , he met him , Comming from thence . CIC. O , so . And , had you a counsell Of Ladies too ? Who was your Speaker , Madam ? FVL. She that would be , had there bene fortie more ; Sempronia , who had both her Greeke , and Figures ; And , euer and anone , would aske vs , if The witty Consul could haue mended that ? Or Orator Cicero could haue said it better ? CIC. Shee 's my gentle enemy . Would Cethegus Had no more danger in him . But , my guards Are you , great powers ; and th' vnbated strengths Of a firme conscience , which shall arme each step Tane for the State ; and teach me slacke no pace For feare of malice . How now , Brother ? QVI. Cato , And Quintus Catulus were comming to you , And Crassus with 'hem . I haue let 'hem in , By th' garden . CIC. What would Crassus haue ? QVI. I heare Some whispering 'bout the gate ; and making doubt , Whither it be not yet too early , or no ? But I doe thinke , they are your friendes , and Clients , Are fearefull to disturbe you . CIC. You will change To ' another thought , anone . Ha' you giu'n the Porter The charge , I will'd you ? QVI. Yes . CIC. Withdraw , and hearken . VARGVNTEIVS , CORNELIVS , PORTER , CICERO , CATO , CATVLVS , CRASSVS . THe dore 's not open , yet . COR. You ' were best to knocke . VAR. Let them stand close , then : And , when we are in , Rush after vs . COR. But where 's Cethegus ? VAR. He Has left it , since he might not do 't his way . POR. Who 's there ? VAR. A friend , or more . POR. I may not let Any man in , till day . VAR. No ? why ? COR. Thy reason ? POR. I am commanded so . VAR. By whom ? COR. I hope We are not discouer'd . VAR. Yes , by reuelation . Pray thee good slaue , who has commanded thee ? POR. He that may best , the Consull . VAR. We are his friends . POR. All 's one . COR. Best giue your name . VAR. Dost thou heare , fellow ? I haue some instant businesse with the Consull . My name is Vargunteius . CIC. True , he knowes it ; And for what friendly office you are sent . Cornelius , too , is there ? VAR. We are betraid . CIC. And desperate Cethegus , is he not ? VAR. Speake you , he knowes my voice . CIC. What say you to 't ? COR. You are deceau'd Sir . CIC. No , 't is you are so : Poore , misled men . Your states are yet worth pitty , If you would heare , and change your sauage minds . Leaue to be mad ; forsake your purposes Of Treason , Rapine , Murder , Fire , and Horror : The common wealth hath eyes , that wake as sharply Ouer her life , as yours doe for her ruine . Be not deceiu'd , to thinke her lenity Will be perpetuall ; or , if Men be wanting , The Gods will be , to such a calling cause . Consider your attempts , and while there 's time , Repent you of 'hem . It doth make me tremble There should those spirits yet breath , that when they cannot Liue honestly , would rather perish basely . CATO . You talke to much to 'hem , Marcus , They' are lost . Goe forth , and apprehend 'hem . CATV. If you proue This practise ; what should let the Common-wealth To take due vengeance ? VAR. Let vs shift , away . The darkenesse hath conceal'd vs , yet : Wee 'll say Some haue abus'd our names . COR. Denie it all . CATO . Quintus , what guards ha' you ? Call the Tribunes aide ▪ And raise the City . Consul , you are too mild , " The foulenesse of some facts takes thence all mercy : Report it to the Senate . Heare : The Gods Grow angry with your patience . " T is their care , " And must be yours , that guilty men escape not . " As crimes doe grow , Iustice should rouse it selfe . CHORVS . WHat is it , Heauens , you prepare With so much swiftnesse , and so sodaine rising ? There are no Sonnes of earth , that dare , Againe , rebellion : or the Gods surprising ? The World doth shake , and Nature feares , Yet is the tumult , and the horror greater Within our minds , then in our eares , So much Romes faults ( now growne her Fate ) doe threat her . The Priests , and People runne about , Each Order , Age , and Sexe amaz'd at other ; And , at the ports , all thronging out , As if their safety were to quit their Mother : Yet finde they the same dangers there , From which they make such hast to be preserued ; For guilty States doe euer beare The plagues about them , which they haue deserued . And , till those plagues doe get aboue The mountaine of our faults , and there doe sit ; We see 'hem not . Thus , still we loue the' euill we doe , vntill we suffer it . But , most , ambition , that neare vice To vertue , hath the fate of Rome prouoked ; And made , that now Rome's selfe no price , To free her from the death , wherewith she 's yoked . That restlesse Ill , that still doth build Vpon successe ; and endes not in aspiring : But there beginnes . And nere is fill'd , While ought remaines that seemes but worth desiring . Where in the Thought , vnlike the Eye , To which things farre , seeme smaller then they are , Deemes all contentment plac'd on high : And thinks there 's nothing great , but what is farre . O , that in time , Rome did not cast Her errors vp , this fortune to preuent ; T' haue seene her crimes'ere they were past : And felt her faults , before her punishment .
Act. iiii . ALLOBROGES . CAn these men feare ? who are not only ours , But the worlds masters ? Then I see , the Gods Vpbraid our suffrings , or would humble them ; By sending these affrights , while we are here : That we might laugh at their ridiculous feare , Whose names , we trembled at , beyond the Alpes . Of all that passe , I doe not see a face Worthy a man , that dares looke vp , and stand One thunder out ; but downeward all , like beasts , Running away from euery flash is made . The falling world could not deserue such basenesse . Are we emploid here , by our miseries , Like superstitious fooles ( or rather slaues ) To plaine our griefes , wrongs , and oppressions , To a meere clothed Senate , whom our folly Hath made , and still intends to keepe our Tyrannes ? It is our base petitionary breath That blowes 'hem to this greatnesse ; which this pricke Would soone let out , if we were bold , and wretched . When they haue taken all we haue ; our goods , Crop , lands , and houses , they will leaue vs this : A weapon , and an arme will still be found , Though naked left , and lower then the ground . CATO , CATVLVS , CICERO . DOe ; vrge thine anger , still ; good Heauen , and iust . Tell guilty men , what powers are aboue them . In such a confidence of wickednesse , 'T was time , they should know something fit to feare . CATV. I neuer saw a morne more full of horror . CATO . To Catiline , and his : But , to iust men , Though Heauen should speake , with all his wrath at once , That , with his breath , the hinges of the world Did cracke ; we should stand vpright , and vnfear'd . CIC. Why , so we doe , good Cato . Who be these ? CATV. Ambassadours , from the Allobroges , I take 'hem , by their habits . ALL. I , these men Seeme of another race ; Let 's sue to these There 's hope of iustice , with their fortitude . CIC. Friends of the Senate , and of Rome , to day We pray you to forbeare vs : on the morrow What sute you haue , let vs , by Fabius Sanga , ( Whose Patronage your State doth vse ) but know it , And , on the Consull's word , you shall receiue Dispatch , or else an answere , worth your patience . ALL. We could not hope for more , most worthy Consul . This Magistrate hath strooke an awe into me , And , by his sweetnesse , wonne a more reguard Vnto his place , then all the boistrous moodes That ignorant Greatnesse practiseth , to fill The large , vnfit authority it weares . How easie is a noble spirit discern'd From harsh , and sulphurous matter , that flies out In contumelies , makes a noise , and stinkes . May we finde good , and great men , that know how To stoupe to wants , and meete necessities , And will not turne from any equall suites . " Such men , they doe not succour more the cause , " They vndertake , with fauor , and successe ; " Then , by it , their owne iudgments they doe raise , " In turning iust mens needes , into their praise . THE SENATE . PRAE. Roome for the Consuls . Fathers , take your places . Here , in the house of Iupiter , the STAYER , By edict from the Consull , Marcus Tullius , You' are met , a frequent Senate . Heare him speake . CIC. Which may be happy , and auspicious still To Rome , and hers . Honor'd and Conscript Fathers , If I were silent , and that all the dangers Threatning the State , and you , were yet so hid In night , or darkenesse , thicker in their breasts , That are the blacke contriuers ; so , that no beame of the light could pierce 'hem : Yet the voice Of Heau'n , this morning , hath spoke loud inough , T' instruct you with a feeling of the horror ; And wake you from a sleepe , as dead , as death . I haue , of late , spoke often in this Senate , Touching this argument , but still haue wanted Either your eares , or faith : so ' incredible Their plots haue seem'd , or I so vaine , to make These things for mine owne glory , and false greatnesse , As hath beene giuen out . But be it so : When they breake forth , and shall declare themselues , By their too foule effects , then , then , the enuy Of my iust cares will finde another name . For me , I am but one : And this poore life , So lately aim'd at , not an houre yet since , They cannot with more eagernesse pursue , Then I with gladnesse would lay downe , and loose , To buy Romes peace , if that would purchase it . But when I see , they 'ld make it but the step To more , and greater ; vnto yours , Romes , all : I would with those preserue it , or then fall . CAES . I , I , let you alone , cunning Artificer ! See , how his gorget peeres aboue his gowne ; To tell the people , in what danger he was . It was absurdly done of Vargunteius , To name himselfe , before he was got in . CRA. It matters not , so they denie it all : And can but carry the lie constantly . Will Catiline be here ? CAES. I' haue sent for him . CRA. And ha' you bid him to be confident ? CAES. To that his owne necessity will prompt him . CRA. Seeme to beleeue nothing at all , that Cicero Relates vs . CAES. It will mad him . CRA. O , and helpe The other party . Who is that ? His Brother ? What new intelligence ha's he brought him now ? CAES. Some cautions from his Wife , how to behaue him . CIC. Place some of them without , and some bring in . Thanke their kinde loues . It is a comfort yet , That all depart not from their Countries cause . CAES. How now , what meanes this Muster ? Consul , Antonius ? ANT. I doe not know , aske my Colleague , hee 'll tell you . There is some reason in state , that I must yeeld to ; And I haue promis'd him : Indeede he has bought it , With giuing me the Prouince . CIC. I professe , It grieues me , Fathers , that I am compell'd To draw these armes , and aides for your defence ; And , more , against a Citizen of Rome , Borne here amongst you , a Patrician , A man , I must confesse , of no meane house , Nor no small vertue , if he had employ'd Those excellent gifts of Fortune , and of Nature , Vnto the good , not ruine of the State . But being bred in 's fathers needy fortunes , Brought vp in 's sisters prostitution , Confirm'd in ciuill slaughter , entring first The Common-wealth , with murder of the gentry ; Since , both by study , and custome , conuersant With all licentiousnesse : what could be hop'd In such a field of riot , but a course Extreme pernicious ? Though , I must protest , I found his mischiefs , sooner , with mine eyes , Then with my thought ; and with these hands of mine Before they touch'd , at my suspicion . CAES. What are his mischiefs , Consul ? you declame Against his manners , and corrupt your owne ; " No wise man should , for hate of guilty men , " Loose his owne innocence . CIC. The noble Caesar Speakes Godlike truth . But , when he heares , I can Conuince him , by his manners , of his mischiefs , He might be silent : And not cast away His sentences in vaine , where they scarse looke . Toward his subiect . CAT. Here he comes himselfe . If he be wo thy any good mans voice , That good man sit downe , by him : Cato will not . CATV. If Cato leaue him . I 'le not keepe aside . CATI. What face is this , the Senate here puts on , Against me , Fathers ! Giue my modesty Leaue , to demand the cause of so much strangenesse . CAES. It is reported here , you are the head To a strange faction , Lucius . CIC. I , and will Be prou'd against him . CAT. Let it be . Why , Consul , If in the Common-wealth , there be two bodies , One leane , weake , rotten , and that hath a head ; The other strong , and healthfull , but hath none : If I doe giue it one , doe I offend ? Restore your selues , vnto your temper , Fathers ; And , without perturbation , heare me speake : Remember who I am , and of what place , What petty fellow this is , that opposes ; One , that hath exercis'd his eloquence , Still to the bane of the Nobility : A boasting , insolent tongue-man . CATO . Peace leud Traitor , Or wash thy mouth . He is an honest man And loues his Countrey ; would thou didst so , too . CATI. Cato , you are too zealous for him . CATO . No , Thou art too impudent . CATV. Catiline be silent . CATI. Nay then , I easily feare , my iust defence Will come too late , to so much preiudice . CAES. Will he sit downe ? CATI. Yet , let the world forsake me , My innocence must not . CATO . Thou innocent ? So are the Furies . CIC. Yes , and Ate , too . Do'st thou not blush , pernicious Catiline ? Or , hath the palenesse of thy guilt drunke vp Thy blood , and drawne thy vaines , as drie of that , As is thy heart of truth , thy breast of vertue ? Whither at length wilt thou abuse our patience ? Still shall thy fury mocke vs ? To what licence Dares thy vnbridled boldnesse runne it selfe ? Doe all the nightly guards , kept on the Palace , The Cities watches , with the Peoples feares , The concourse of all Good men , this so strong And fortified seate here of the Senate , The present lookes vpon thee , strike thee nothing ? Do'st thou not feele thy Councels all laid open ? And see thy wild Conspiracy bound in With each mans knowledge ? which of all this Order Canst thou thinke ignorant ( if they 'll but vtter Their conscience to the right ) of what thou didst Last night , what on the former , where thou wert , Whom thou didst call together , what your plots were ? O Age , and Manners ! This the Consul fees , The Senate vnderstands , yet this man liues ! Liues ? I , and comes here into Councell with vs ; Partakes the publique cares : and with his eye Markes , and points out each man of vs to slaughter . And we , good men , doe satisfie the State , If we can shunne but this mans sword , and madnesse . There was that vertue , once , in Rome , when good men Would , with more sharpe coërcion , haue restrain'd A wicked Citizen , then the deadliest Foe . We haue that law still , Catiline , for thee ; An art as graue , as sharpe : The State 's not wanting , Nor the authority of this Senate ; wee , Wee , that are Consuls , onely fayle our selues . This twentie daies , the edge of that decree We haue let dull , and rust ; kept it shut vp , As in a sheath , which drawne should take thy head . Yet still thou liu'st : and liu'st not to lay by Thy wicked confidence , but to confirme it . I could desire , Fathers , to be found Still mercifull , to seeme in these maine perils , Grasping the state , a man remisse , and slacke ; But then , I should condemne my selfe of sloth , And trechery . Their Campe 's in Italy , Pitch'd in the iawes , here , of Hetruria ; Their numbers daily increasing , and their Generall Within our walles : nay in our Councell , plotting Howerly some fatall mischiefe to the Publique . If , Catiline , I should commaund thee , now , Here , to be taken , kill'd ; I make iust doubt , Whether all good men would not thinke it done Rather too late , then any man too cruell . CATO . Except he were of the same meale , and batch . CIC. But that , which ought to haue bene done long since , I will , and ( for good reason ) yet forbeare . Then will I take thee , when no man is found So lost , so wicked , nay so like thy selfe , But shall professe , 't is done of neede , and right . While there is one , that dares befend thee , liue ; Thou shalt haue leaue ; but so , as now thou liu'st : Watch'd at a hand , besieged , and opprest From working least commotion to the State . I haue those eyes , and eares , shall still keepe guard , And spiall on thee , as they haue euer done , And thou not feele it . What , then , canst thou hope ? If neither Night can , with her darknesse , hide Thy wicked meetings ; not a priuate House Can , in her walles , containe the guiltie whispers Of thy conspiracy : If all breake out , All be discouered , change thy minde at last , And loose thy thoughts of ruine , flame , and slaughter . Remember , how I told , here , to the Senate , That such a day , thy Lictor , Caius Manlius , Would be in armes . Was I deceiued , Catiline , Or in the fact , or in the time ? the hower ? I told too , in this Senate , that thy purpose Was , on the fifth , the Kalends of Nouember , T' haue slaughterd this whole Order : which my caution Made many leaue the Citie . Canft thou here Denie , but this thy blacke designe was hindred , That very day , by mee , thy selfe clos'd in Within my strengths , so that thou could'st not moue Against a publique reed ? when thou wert heard To say , vpon the parting of the rest , Thou would'st content thee , with the murder of vs , That did remaine . Had'st thou not hope , beside , By a surprize , by night , to take Praeneste ? Where when thou cam'st , did'st thou not finde the place Made good against thee , with my aides , my watches ? My Garrisons fortified it . Thou dost nothing , Sergius , Thou canst endeuour nothing , nay not thinke , But I both see , and heare it ; and am with thee , By , and before , about , and in thee , too . Call but to minde thy last nights businesse . Come , I le vse no circumstance : at Lecca's house , The shop , and mint of your conspiracie , Among your Sword-men , where so many associates Both of thy mischiefe , and thy madnesse , met . Dar'st thou denie this ? wherefore art thou silent ? Speake , and this shall conuince thee : Here they are , I see 'hem , in this Senate , that were with thee . O you immortall Gods ! in what clime are wee ? What region do we liue in ? in what ayre ? What Common-wealth , or State is this we haue ? Here , here , amongst vs , our owne number , Fathers , In this most holy Councell of the world , They are , that seeke the spoyle of me , of you , Of ours , of all ; what I can name 's too narrow : Follow the Sunne , and find not their ambition . These I behold , being Consull ; Nay , I aske Their counsels of the State , as from good Patriots : Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces , I not so much as wound , yet , with my voyce . Thou wast , last night , with Lecca , Catiline , Your shares , of Italy , you there diuided ; Appointed who , and whither , each should goe ; What men should stay behind , in Rome , were chosen ; Your offices set downe ; the parts mark'd out , And places of the Citie , for the fire ; Thy selfe ( thou ' affirmd'st ) wast readie to depart , Onely , a little let there was , that stay'd thee , That I yet liu'd : Vpon the word , stept forth Three of thy crew , to rid thee of that care ; Two vndertooke this morning , before day , To kill me in my bed . All this I knew , Your conuent scarce dismiss'd , arm'd all my seruants , Call'd both my brother , and friends , shut out your clients , You sent to visite mee ; whose names I told To some there , of good place , before they came . CATO . Yes , I , and Quintus Catulus can affirme it . CAES. Hee 's lost , and gone . His spirits haue forsooke him . CIC. If this be so , why , Catiline , dost thou stay ? Goe , where thou meanst : The Ports are open ; forth . The Campe abroad wants thee , their Chiefe , too long . Lead with thee all thy troupes out . Purge the Citie . Draw drie that noysome , and pernicious sinke , Which left , behind thee , would infect the world . Thou wilt free me of all my feares , at once , To see a wall betweene vs . Dost thou stop To do that now , commanded ; which before , Of thine owne choise , thou' rt prone to ? Goe . The Consul Bids thee , an enemy , to depart the Citie . Whither , thou 'lt aske ? to exile ? I not bid Thee that . But aske my counsell , I perswade it . What is there , here , in Rome , that can delight thee ? Where not a soule , without thine owne foule knot , But feares , and hates thee . What domesticke note Of priuate filthinesse , but is burnt in Into thy life ? What close , and secret shame , But is growne one , with thy knowne infamy ? What lust was euer absent from thine eyes ? What lewd fact from thy hands ? what wickednesse From thy whole body ? where 's that youth drawne in Within thy nets , or catch'd vp with thy baytes , Before whose rage , thou hast not borne a sword , And to whose lusts thou hast not ' held a torch ? Thy latter Nuptials I let passe in silence ; Where sinnes incredible , on sinnes , were heapt : Which I not name , lest , in a ciuill State , So monstrous facts should eyther appeare to bee , Or not to be reueng'd . Thy Fortunes , too , I glance not at , which hang but till next Ides . I come to that , which is more knowne , more publick ; The life , and safety of vs all , by thee Threatned , and sought . Stood'st thou not in the field , When Lepidus , and Tullus were our Consuls , Vpon the day of choyse , arm'd , and with forces , To take their liues , and our chiefe Citizens ; When , not thy feare , nor conscience chang'd thy mind , But the meere fortune of the Common-wealth Withstood thy actiue malice ? Speake but right . How often hast thou made attempt on mee ? How many of thy assaults haue I declin'd With shifting but my bodie , ( as wee 'ld say ) Wrested thy dagger from thy hand , how oft ? how often hath it falne , or slip't by chance ? Yet can thy side not want it : which , how vow'd , Or with what rites , 't is sacred of thee , I know not , That still thou mak'st it a necessitie , To fixe it in the bodie of a Consul . But let me loose this way , and speake to thee , Not as one mou'd with hatred , which I ought , But pitty , of which none is owing thee . CAT. No more then vnto Tantalus , or Tityus . CIC. Thou cam'st , ere while , into this Senate . Who Of such a frequency , so many friends , And kindred thou hast here , saluted thee ? Were not the seates made bare , vpon thy entrance ? R●ss ' not the Consular men ? and left their places , So soone as thou sat'st downe ? and fled thy side , Like to a plague , or ruine ; knowing , how oft They had bene , by thee , mark'd out for the Shambles ? How dost thou beare this ? Surely , if my Slaues At home fear'd me , with halfe th' affright , and horror , That , here , thy fellow Citizens do thee , I should soone quit my house , and thinke it need too . Yet thou dar'st tary heere ? Go forth , at last ; Condemne thy selfe to flight , and solitude . Discharge the Common-wealth , of her deepe feare . Goe ; into banishment , if thou wait'st the word . Why do'st thou looke ? They all consent vnto it . Do'st thou expect th' authority of their voyces , Whose silent willes condemne thee ? While they sit , They approue it ; while they suffer it , they decree it ; And while they ' are silent to it , they proclaime it . Proue thou there honest , I le endure the enuie . But there 's no thought , thou should'st be euer hee , Whom eyther shame should call from filthinesse , Terror from danger , or discourse from fury . Goe ; I intreat thee : yet , why do I so ? When I alreadie know , they' are sent afore , That tarry for thee 'in armes , and do expect thee On the Aurelian way . I know the day Set downe , twixt thee , and Manlius ; vnto whom The siluer Eagle too is sent , before : Which I do hope shall proue , to thee as banefull , As thou conceiu'st it to the Common-wealth . But , may this wise , and sacred Senate say , What mean'st thou Marcus Tullius ? If thou know'st That Catiline be look'd for , to be Chiefe Of an intestine warre ; that mischiefe the Author Of such a wickednesse ; the Caller out Of men of marke in mischiefs , to an action Of so much horror ; Prince of such a treason ; Why do'st thou send him forth ? why let him scape ? This is to giue him liberty , and power : Rather , thou should'st lay hold vpon him , send him To deseru'd death , and a iust punishment . To these so holy voyces , thus I answere . If I did thinke it timely , Conscript Fathers , To punish him with death , I would not giue The Fencer vse of one short hower , to breath ; But when there are in this graue Order , some , Who , with soft censures , still doe nource his hopes ; Some , that with not beleeuing , haue confirm'd His designes more , and whose authoritie The weaker , as the worst men , too , haue follow'd : I would now send him , where they all should see Cleare , as the light , his heart shine ; where no man Could be so wickedly , or fondly stupide , But should cry out he saw , touch'd , felt , and grasp 't it . Then , when he hath runne out himselfe ; led forth His desp'rate partie with him ; blowne together Aids of all kinds , both shipwrack'd minds & fortunes : Not onely the growne euill , that now is sprung , And sprouted forth , would be pluck'd vp , & weeded ; But the stocke , roote , and seed of all the mischiefes , Choking the Common-wealth . Where , should we take Of such a swarme of traytors , onely him , Our cares , and feares might seeme a while relieu'd , But the maine perill would bide still enclos'd Deepe , in the veines , and bowels of the State . As humane bodies , laboring with feuers , While they are tost with heate , if they do take Cold water , seeme for that short space much eas'd , But afterward , are ten times more afflicted . Wherefore , I say , let all this wicked crew Depart , diuide themselues from good men , gather Their forces to one head ; as I said oft , Let 'hem be seuer'd from vs with a wall ; Let 'hem leaue off attempts , vpon the Consul , In his owne house ; to circle in the Praetor ; To girt the Court with weapons ; to prepare Fire , and balles , swords , torches , sulphure , brands : In short , let it be writ in each mans forehead What thoughts he beares the Publike . I here promise , Fathers Conscript , to you , and to my selfe , That diligence in vs Consulls , for my honour'd Colleague , abroad , and for my selfe , at home ; So great authority in you ; so much Vertue , in these , the Gentlemen of Rome ; Whom I could scarce restraine to day , in zeale , From seeking out the Parricide , to slaughter ; So much consent in all good men , and minds , As , on the going out of this one Catiline ▪ All shall be cleare , made plaine , oppress'd , reueng'd . And , with this omen , go , pernicious plague , Out of the Citie , to the wish'd destruction Of thee , and those , that , to the ruine of her , Haue tane that bloudy , and blacke sacrament . Thou Iupiter , whom we do call the STAYER Both of this Citie , and this Empire , wilt ( With the same auspice thou didst raise it first ) Driue from thy Altars , and all other Temples , And Buildings of this City ; from our Walles ; Liues , states , and fortunes of our Citizens ; This fiend , this fury , with his complices . And all the' offence of good men ( these knowne traitors Vnto their country , theeues of Italie , Ioyn'd in so damn'd a league of mischiefe ) thou Wilt with perpetuall plagues , aliue , and dead , Punish for Rome , and saue her innocent head . CATI. If an Oration , or high language , Fathers , Could make me guilty , here is one , hath done it : H' has stroue to aemulate this mornings thunder , With his prodigious rhetoricke . But I hope , This Senate is more graue , then to giue credit Rashly to all he vomits , 'gainst a man Of your owne Order , a Patrician ; And one , whose ancestors haue more deseru'd Of Rome , then this mans eloquence could vtter , Turn'd the best way , as still , it is the worst . CATO . His eloquence hath more deseru'd to day , Speaking thy ill , then all thy ancestors Did , in their good : And that the State will finde , Which he hath sau'd . CATI. How he ? were I that enemy , That he would make me : I l'd not wish the State More wretched , then to neede his preseruation . What doe you make him , Cato , such a Hercules ? An Atlas ? A poore petty In - mate . CATO . Traitor . CATI. He saue the State ? A Burgesses sonne of Arpinum . The Gods would rather twenty Romes should perish , Then haue that contumely stucke vpon 'hem , That he should share with them , in the preseruing A shed , or signe-post . CATO . Peace , thou prodigie . CATI. They would be runne themselues , againe , and lost In the first , rude , and indigested heape ; Ere such a wretched name , as Cicero , Should sound with theirs . CATV. Away , thou impudent head . CATI. Doe you all backe him ? are you silent too ? Well , I will leaue you Fathers ; I will goe . But — my fine dainty speaker . — CIC. What now Fury ? Wilt thou assault me here ? CHO. Helpe , aide the Consul . CATI. See Fathers , laugh you not ? who threatned him ? In vaine thou do'st conceiue , ambitious Orator , Hope of so braue a death , as by this hand . CATO . Out , of the Court , with the pernicious traytor . CATI. There is no title , that this flattering Senate , Nor honor , the base multitude can giue thee , Shall make thee worthy Catilines anger . CATO . Stop , Stop that portentous mouth . CATI. Or , when it shall , I le looke thee dead . CATO . Will none restraine the Monster ? CATV. Parricide . QVI. Butcher , Traytor , leaue the Senate . CATI. I' am gone , to banishment , to please you Fathers . Thrust head-long forth ? CATO . Stil , dost thou murmure , Monster ? CATI. Since , I am thus put out , and made a. — CIC. What ? CATV. Not guiltier then thou art . CATI. I will not burne Without my funerall pile . CATO . What sayes the Fiend ? CATI. I will haue matter , timber . CATO . Sing out Scrich-owle . CATI. It shall be in — CATV. Speake thy imperfect thoughts . CATI. The common fire , rather then mine owne . For fall I will with all , ere fall alone . CRA. H 'is lost , there is no hope of him . CAES. Vnlesse He presently take armes ; and giue a blow , Before the Consuls forces can be leuie'd . CIC. What is your pleasure , Fathers , shall be done ? CATV. See , that the Common-wealth receiue no losse . CATO . Commit the care thereof vnto the Consuls . CRA. T is time . CAES. And need . CIC. Thanks to this frequent Senate . But what decree they , vnto Curius , And Fuluia ? CATV. What the Consul shall thinke meete . CIC. They must receiue reward , though 't be not knowne ; Least when a State needes ministers , they ha' none . CATO . Yet , Marcus Tullius , doe not I beleeue , but Crassus , and this Caesar here ring hollow . CIC. And would appeare so , if that we durst proue 'hem . CATO . Why dare we not ? What honest act is that , The Roman Senate should not dare , and doe ? CIC. Not an vnprofitable , dangerous act , To stirre too many Serpents vp at once . Caesar , and Crassus , if they be ill men , Are mighty ones ; and , we must so prouide , That , while we take one head , from this foule Hydra , There spring not twenty more . CATO . I' proue your Counsell . CIC. They shall be watch'd , and look'd too . Till they doe Declare themselues , I will not put 'hem out By any question . There they stand . I le make My selfe no enemies , nor the State , no traitors . CATILINE , LENTVLVS , CETHEGVS , CVRIVS , GABINIVS , LONGINVS , STATILIVS . FAlse to our selues ? All our designes discouer'd To this State-Cat ? CET. I , had I had my way , He ' had mew'd in flames , at home , not i' the Senate : I' had sing'd his furres , by this time . CAT. Well , there 's , now , No time of calling backe , or standing still . Friends , be your selues ; keepe the same Roman hearts , And ready minds , you ' had yesternight : Prepare To execute , what we resolu'd . And let not Labor , or danger , or discouery fright you . I le to the army : you ( the while ) mature Things , here , at home . Draw to you any aides , That you thinke fit , of men of all conditions , Or any fortunes , that may helpe a warre . I le bleede a life , or winne an Empire for you . Within these few dayes , looke to see my ensignes , Here , at the walles : Be you but firme within . Meane time , to draw an enuy on the Consull , And giue a lesse suspicion of our course , Let it be giuen out , here in the Citty , That I am gone , an innocent man , to exile , Into Massilia , willing to giue way To fortune , and the times ; being vnable To stand so great a faction , without troubling The Common-wealth : whose peace I rather seeke , Then all the glory of contention , Or the support of mine owne innocence . Farewell the noble Lentulus , Longinus , Curius , the rest ; and thou , my better Genius , The braue Cethegus : when we meete againe , Wee 'll sacrifice to Liberty . CET. And Reuenge . That we may praise our hands once . LEN. O you Fates , Giue Fortune now her eyes , to see with whom Shee goes along , that shee may nere forsake him . CVR. He needs not her , nor them . Goe but on , Sergius . " A valiant man is his owne Fate , and Fortune . LON. The Fate , and Fortune of vs all goe with him . GAB. STA. And euer guard him . CAT. I am all your Creature . LEN. Now friends , 't is left with vs . I haue already Dealt , by Vmbrenus , with the Allobroges , Here resiant in Rome ; whose State , I heare , Is discontent with the great vsuries , They are oppress'd with : and haue made complaints Diuers , vnto the Senate , but all vaine . These men , I' haue thought , both for their owne oppressions , As also that , by nature , they' are a people Warlike , and fierce , still watching after change , And now , in present hatred with our State , The fittest , and the easiest to be drawne To our society , and to aide the warre . The rather , for their seate : being next bordrers On Italie : and that they ' abound with horse , Of which one want our Campe doth only labor . And I haue found 'hem comming . They will meete Soone at Sempronia's house , where I would pray you All to be present , to confirme 'hem more . The sight of such spirits hurt not , nor the store . GAB. I will not faile . STA. Nor I. CVR. Nor I. CET. Would I Had some what by my selfe , apart , to doe . I ha' no genius to these many counsels . Let me kill all the Senate , for my share , I le do it at next sitting . LEN. Worthy Caius , Your presence will adde much . CET. I shall marre more . CICERO . SANGA . ALLOBROGES . THe State 's beholden to you , Fabius Sanga , For this great care : And those Allobroges Are more then wretched , if they lend a listning To such perswasion . SAN. They , most worthy Consul , As men employ'd here , from a grieued State , Groaning beneath a multitude of wrongs , And being told , there was small hope of ease To be expected , to their euils , from hence , Were willing , at the first to giue an eare To any thing , that sounded liberty : But since , on better thoughts , and my vrg'd reasons , They ' are come about , and wonne , to the true side . The fortune of the Common-wealth hath conquer'd . CIC. What is that same Vmbrenus , was the Agent ? SAN. One that hath had negotiation In Gallia oft , and knowne vnto their State . CIC. Are the' Ambassadours come with you ? SAN. Yes . CIC. Well , bring 'hem in , if they be firme , and honest , Neuer had men the meanes so to deserue Of Rome , as they . A happy , wish'd occasion , And thrust into my hands , for the discouery , And manifest conuiction of these traytors . Be thank'd ; ô Iupiter . My worthy Lords , Confederates of the Senate , you are welcome . I vnderstand by Quintus Fabius Sanga , Your carefull Patron here , you haue beene lately Sollicited against the Common-wealth , By one Vmbrenus ( take a seate , I pray you ) From Publius Lentulus , to be associates In their intended warre . I could aduise , That men , whose fortunes are yet flourishing , And are Romes friends , would not , without a cause , Become her enemies ; and mixe themselues And their estates , with the lost hopes of Catiline , Or Lentulus , whose meere despaire doth arme 'hem : That were to hazard certainties , for ayre , And vndergoe all danger , for a voyce . Beleeue me , friends : " loud tumults are not laid " With halfe the easinesse ▪ that they are rais'd . " All may beginne a warre , but few can end it . The Senate haue decreed , that my Colleague Shall leade their army , against Catiline , And haue declar'd both him , and Manlius traitors . Metellus Celer hath already giuen Part of their troopes defeate . Honors are promis'd To all , will quit'hem ; and rewards propos'd Euen to slaues , that can detect their courses . Here , in the City , I haue by the Praetors , And Tribunes , plac'd my guards , and watches so , That not a foote can treade , a breath can whisper , But I haue knowledge . And be sure , the Senate , And People of Rome , of their accustom'd greatnesse , Will sharply , and seuerely vindicate , Not only any fact , but any practise Or purpose , 'gainst the State . Therefore , my Lords , Consult of your owne waies , and thinke which hand Is best to take . You , now , are present suters For some redresse of wrongs ; I le vndertake Not only that shall be assur'd you , but What grace or priuiledge else , Senate , or People Can cast vpon you , worthy such a seruice , As you haue now the way , and meanes , to doe 'hem ; If but your willes consent , with my designes . ALL. We couet nothing more , most worthy Consul . And how so ere we haue beene tempted lately , To a defection , that not makes vs guilty : We are not yet so wretched in our fortunes , Nor in our willes so lost , as to abandon A friendship , prodigally , of that price , As is the Senate , and the People of Romes , For hopes , that doe praecipitate themselues . CIC. You then are wise , and honest . Doe but this , then : When shall you speake with Lentulus , and the rest ? ALL. We are to meete anone , at Brutus house . CIC. Who ? Decius Brutus ? He is not in Rome . SAN. O , but his wife Sempronia . CIC. You instruct me , Shee is a Chiefe . Well , faile not you to meete 'hem ▪ And to expresse the best affection You can put on , to all that they intend . Like it , applaud it , giue the Common-wealth And Senate , lost to 'hem . Promise any aides By armes , or counsell . What they can desire I would haue you preuent . Only , say this , You ' haue had dispatch , in priuate , by the Consull Of your affaires , and for the many feares The State 's now in , you are will'd by him , this euening , To depart Rome : which you , by all sought meanes , Will doe , of reason to decline suspicion . Now , for the more authority of the businesse They ' haue trusted to you , and to giue it credit With your owne State , at home , you would desire Their letters to your Senate , and your People , Which shewne , you durst engage both life , and honor , The rest should euery way answere their hopes . Those had , pretend sodaine departure you , And , as you giue me notice , at what Port You will goe out , I le ha' you intercepted , And all the letters taken with you : So As you shall be redeem'd in all opinions , And they conuicted of their manifest treason . " Ill deedes are well turn'd backe , vpon their Authors : " And 'gainst an Iniurer , the reuenge is iust . This must be done , now . ALL. Chearfully , and firmely . We ' are they , would rather hast to vndertake it , Then stay , to say so . CIC. With that confidence , goe : Make your selues happy , while you make Rome so . By Sanga , let me haue notice from you . ALL. Yes . SEMPRONIA , LENTVLVS , CETHEGVS , GABINIVS , STATILIVS , LONGINVS , VOLTVRTIVS , ALLOBROGES . WHen come these Creatures , the Ambassadors ? I would faine see 'hem . Are they any Schollers ? LEN. I thinke not , Madame . SEM. Ha' they no Greeke ? LEN. No surely . SEM. Fie , what doe I here , wayting on 'hem then ? If they be nothing but meere States-men . LEN. Yes , Your Ladyship shall obserue their grauity , And their reseruednesse , their many cautions , Fitting their persons . SEM. I doe wonder much , That States , and Common-wealths employ not women , To be Ambassadors , sometimes : we should ▪ Doe as good publike seruice , and could make As honorable Spies ( for so Thucidides Calls all Ambassadors . ) Are they come , Cethegus ? CET. Doe you aske me ? Am I your scout , or baud ? LEN. O Caius , it is no such businesse . CET. No ? What do's a woman at it then ? SEM. Good Sir , There are of vs can be as exquisite Traytors , As ere a male-Conspirator of you all . CET. I , at smock-treason , Matron , I beleeue you ; And if I were your husband ; But when I Trust to your cobweb-bosomes any other Let me there die a Flie ; and feast you , Spider . LEN. You are too sowre , and harsh Cethegus . CET. You Are kinde , and courtly . I l'd be torne in pieces , With wilde Hippolytus , nay proue the death , Euery limbe ouer , ere I 'ld trust a woman , With wind , could I retaine it . SEM. Sir . They 'll be trusted With as good secrets , yet , as you haue any , And carry 'hem too , as close , and as conceald , As you shall for your heart . CET. I le not contend with you Eyther in tongue , or cariage , good Calipso : LON. Th' Ambassadors are come . CET. Thanks to thee Mercury , That so hast rescu'd mee . LEN. How now , Volturtius ? VOL. They doe desire some speech with you , in priuate . LEN , O! t is about the prophecie , belike , And promise of the Sibylls ; GAB. it may bee . SEM. Shunne they , to treat with mee , too ? GAB. No , good Lady , You may partake : I haue told 'hem , who you are . SEM. I should be loath to be left out , and here too . CET. Can these , or such , be any aydes , to vs ? Looke they , as they were built to shake the world , Or be a moment to our enterprise ? A thousand , such as they are , could not make One Atome of our soules . They should be men Worth Heauens feare , that looking vp , but thus , Would make Ioue stand vpon his guard , and draw Himselfe within his Thonder ; which , amaz'd , He should discharge in vaine , and they vnhurt . Or , if they were , like Capaneus , at Thebes , They should hang dead , vpon the highest spires , And aske the second charge , to be throwne downe . Why , Lentulus , talke you so long ? This time Had bene enough , t' haue scatter'd all the Starres , T' haue quench'd the Sunne , and Moone , and made the World Despaire of day , or any light , but ours . LEN. How doe you like this spirit ? In such men , Mankind doth liue . They are such soules , as these , That moue the world . SEN. I , though he beare me hard , I , yet , must do him right . He is a spirit . Of the right Martian breed . ALL. He is a Mars . Would we had time to liue here , and admire him . LEN. Well , I doe see you would preuent the Consul . And I commend your care : It was but reason , To aske our Letters , and we had prepar'd them . Goe in , and we will take an oath , and seale 'hem . You shall haue Letters , too , to Catiline , To visite him i' the way , and to confirme The association . This our friend , Volturtius , Shall goe along with you . Tell our great Generall , That we are readie here ; that Lucius Bestia The Tribune , is prouided of a speach , To lay the enuie of the warre on Cicero ; That all but long for his approach , and person : And then , you are made Freemen , as our selues . CICERO . FLACCVS . POMTINIVS . SANGA . I Cannot feare the warre but to succeede well , Both for the honor of the cause , and worth Of him that doth commaund . For my Colleague , Being so ill affected with the goute , Will not be able to be there in person ; And then Petreius , his Lieutenant , must Of neede take charge o' the army : who is much The better souldier , hauing bene a Tribune , Prefect , Lieutenant , Praetor in the warre , These thirtie yeares , so conuersant i' the army , As he knowes all the souldiers , by their names . FLA. They 'll fight then , brauely , with him . POM. I , and hee Will lead 'hem on , as brauely . CIC. They'haue a foe Will aske their braueries , whose necessities Will arme him like a fury . But , how euer , I 'le trust it to the mannage , and the fortune Of good Petreius , who 's a worthy Patriot . Metellus Celer , with three Legions , too , Will stop their course , for Gallia . How now , Fabius ? SAN. The trayne hath taken . You must instantly Dispose your guards vpon the Miluian bridge : For , by that way , they meane to come . CIC. Then , thither Pomtinius , and Flaccus , I must pray you To lead that force you haue ; and seise them all : Let not a person scape . Th' Ambassadours Will yeeld themselues . If there be any tumult I le send you ayde . I , in meane time will call Lentulus to me , Gabinius , and Cethegus , Statilius , Ceparius , and all these By seuerall messengers : who no doubt will come , Without sense , or suspicion . " Prodigall men " Feele not their owne stocke wasting . When I haue 'hem , I le place those guards , vpon 'hem , that they start not , SAN. But what 'll you doe with Sempronia ? CIC. " A State " Should not take knowledge eyther of Fooles , or Women . I do not know whether my ioy or care Ought to be greater ; that I haue discouer'd So foule a treason : or must vndergoe The enuie of so many great mens fate . But , happen what there can , I will be iust , My fortune may forsake me , not my vertue : That shall goe with me , and before me , still , And glad me , doing well , though I heare ill . PRAETORS , ALLOBROGES , VOLTVRTIVS . FLA. Stand , who goes there ? ALL. We are th' Allobroges , And friends of Rome . POM. If you be so , then yeeld Your selues vnto the Praetors , who in name Of the whole Senate , and the people of Rome , Yet , till you cleare you selues , charge you of practise Against the State . VOL. Die friends , and be not taken . FLA. What voyce is that ? Downe with 'hem all . ALL. We yeeld . POM. What 's he stands out ? Kill him there . VOL. Hold , hold , hold . I yeeld vpon conditions . FLA. We giue none To traytors , strike him downe . VOL. My name 's Volturtius : I know Pomtinius . POM. But he knowes not you , While you stand out vpon these trayterous termes . VOL. I 'le yeeld vpon the safety of my life . POM. If it be forfeyted , we cannot saue it . VOL. Promise to doe your best . I 'am not so guilty , As many others , I can name ; and will : If you will grant me fauour . POM. All we can Is to deliuer you to the Consul . Take him , And thanke the Gods , that thus haue saued Rome . CHORVS . NOw , do our eares , before our eyes , Like men in mistes , Discouer , who 'ld the State surprise , And who resists ? And , as these clouds doe yeeld to light , Now , do we see , Our thoughts of things , how they did fight , Which seem'd t' agree ? Of what strange pieces are we made , Who nothing know ; But , as new Ayres our eares inuade , Still censure so ? That now do hope , and now doe feare , And now enuie ; And then doe hate , and then loue deare , But know not , why : Or , if we doe , it is so late , As our best moode , Though true , is then thought out of date , And empty of good . How haue we chang'd , and come about In euery doome , Since wicked Catiline went out , And quitted Rome ? One while , we thought him innocent ; And , then , w' accus'd The Consul , for his malice spent ; And power abus'd . Since , that we heare , he is in Armes , We thinke not so : Yet charge the Consul , with our harmes , That let him goe . So , in our censure of the State , We still do wander ; And make the carefull Magistrate The marke of slaunder . What age is this , where honest men , Plac'd at the helme , A Sea of some foule mouth , or pen , Shall ouerwhelme ? And call their diligence , deceipt ; Their vertue , vice ; Their watchfulnesse , but lying in waite ▪ And bloud , the price . O , let vs plucke this euill seede Out of our spirits ; And giue , to euery noble deede , The name it merits . Least we seeme falne ( if this endures ) Into those times , To loue disease : and brooke the cures Worse , then the crimes .
Act. V. PETREIVS . THE ARMY . IT is my fortune , and my glory , Souldiers , This day , to lead you on ; the worthy Consul Kept from the honor of it , by disease : And I am proud , to haue so braue a cause To exercise your armes in . We not , now , Fight for how long , how broad , how great , and large th' extent , and bounds o' th' people of Rome shall bee ; But to retaine what our great Ancestors , With all their labours , counsels , arts , and actions , For vs , were purchasing so many yeares . The quarrell is not , now , of fame , of tribute , Or of wrongs , done vnto Confederates , For which , the Army of the people of Rome Was wont to moue : but for your owne Republique , For the rais'd Temples of th' immortall Gods , For all your Fortunes , Altars , and your Fires , For the deere soules of your lou'd Wiues , and Children , Your Parents tombes , your Rites , Lawes , Liberty , And , briefly , for the safety of the World : Against such men , as onely by their crimes Are knowne ; thrust out by riot , want , or rashnesse . One sort , Sylla's old troopes , left here in Fesulae , Who sodainly made rich , in those dire times , Are since , by their vnbounded , vast expence , Growne needie , and poore , and haue but left t' expect , From Catiline , new Billes , and new Proscriptions . These men ( they say ) are valiant ; yet , I thinke 'hem Not worth your pause : For either their old vertue Is , in their sloth , and pleasures lost ; or , if It tarry with 'hem , so ill match to yours , As they are short in number , or in cause . The second sort are of those ( Citty-beasts , Rather then Citizens ) who whilst they reach After our fortunes , haue let flie their owne ; These , whelm'd in wine , swell'd vp with meates , and weakned With hourely whoredomes , neuer left the side Of Catiline , in Rome ; nor , here , are loos'd From his embraces : Such , as ( trust me ) neuer In riding , or in vsing well their armes , Watching , or other militarie labor , Did exercise their youth ; but learn'd to loue , Drinke , dance , and sing , make feasts , and be fine gamsters . And these will wish more hurt to ' you , then they bring you . The rest are a mixt kinde , all sorts of furies ▪ Adulterers , Dicers , Fencers , Outlawes , Theeues , The Murderers of their Parents , all the sinke , And plague of Italie , met in one torrent , To take , to day , from vs the punishment , Due to their mischiefs , for so many yeares . And who , in such a cause , and 'gainst such fiends , Would not now wish himselfe all arme , and weapon ? To cut such poysons from the earth , and let Their blood out , to be drawne away in cloudes , And pour'd , on some inhabitable place , Where the hot Sunne , and Slime breedes nought but Monsters ? Chiefly , when this sure ioy shall crowne our side , That the least man , that falles vpon our party This day ( as some must giue their happy names To fate , and that eternall memory Of the best death , writ with it , for their Countrey ) Shall walke at pleasure , in the tents of rest ; And see farre off , beneath him , all their host Tormented after life : and Catiline , there , Walking a wretched , and lesse Ghost , then he . I le vrge no more : Moue forward , with your Eagles , And trust the Senates , and Romes cause to Heauen . ARM. To thee , great Father Mars , and greater Ioue . CAESAR , CRASSVS . I Euer look'd for this of Lentulus , When Catiline was gone . CRA. I gaue 'hem lost , Many dayes since . CAES. But , wherefore did you beare Their letter to the Consul , that they sent you , To warne you from the City ? CRA. Did I know Whether he made it ? It might come from him , For ought I could assure me : if they meant , I should be safe , among so many , they might Haue come , as well as writ . CAES. There is no losse In being secure . I haue , of late , too , ply'd him , Thicke , with intelligences , but they ' haue beene Of things he knew before . CRA. A little serues To keepe a man vpright , on these State-bridges , Although the passage were more dangerous . Let vs now take the standing part . CAES. We must , And be as zealous for 't , as Cato . Yet I would faine helpe these wretched men . CRA. You cannot . Who would saue them , that haue betraid themselues ? CICERO , QVINTVS , CATO . I Will not be wrought to it , Brother Quintus . There 's no mans priuate enmity shall make Me violate the dignity of another . If there were proofe 'gainst Caesar , or who euer , To speake him guilty , I would so declare him . But Quintus Catulus , and Piso both , Shall know , the Consul will not , for their grudge , Haue any man accus'd , or named falsly . QVI. Not falsly , but if any circumstance , By the Allobroges , or from Volturtius , Would carry it . CIC. That shall not be sought by me . If it reueale it selfe , I would not spare You , Brother , if it pointed at you , trust me . CATO . Good Marcus Tullius ( which is more , then great ) Thou had'st thy education , with the Gods . CIC. Send Lentulus , forth , and bring away the rest . This office , I am sorry , Sir , to doe you . THE SENATE . WHat may be happy still , and fortunate , To Rome , and to this Senate : Please you , Fathers , To breake these letters , and to view them round . If that be not found in them , which I feare , I , yet , intreate , at such a time , as this , My diligence be not contemn'd . Ha' you brought The weapons hither , from Cethegus house ? PRAE. They are without . CIC. Be ready , with Volturtins , To bring him , when the Senate calls ; And see None of the rest , conferre together . Fathers , What doe you reade ? Is it yet worth your care , If not your feare , what you finde practis'd there ? CAES. It hath a face of horror . CRA. I 'am amaz'd . CATO . Looke there . SYL. Gods ! Can such men draw common aire ? CIC. Although the greatnesse of the mischiefe , Fathers , Hath often made my faith small , in this Senate , Yet , since my casting Catiline out ( for now I doe not feare the enuy of the word , Vnlesse the deede be rather to be fear'd , That he went hence aliue ; when those I meant Should follow him , did not ) I haue spent both daies , And nights , in watching , what their fury ' and rage Was bent on , that so staid , against my thought : And that I might but take 'hem in that light , Where , when you met their treason , with your eyes , Your minds , at length , would thinke for your owne safety . And , now , 't is done . There are their hands , and seales . Their persons , too , are safe , thankes to the Gods . Bring in Volturtius , and the' Allobroges . These be the men , were trusted with their letters . VOL. Fathers , beleeue me , I knew nothing : I Was trauailing for Gallia , and am sorry . — CIC. Quake not Volturtius , speake the truth , and hope Well of this Senate , on the Consuls word . VOL. Then , I knew all . But truely ' I was drawne in But tother day . CAES. Say , what thou know'st , and feare not . Thou hast the Senates faith , and Consuls word , To fortifie thee . VOL. I was sent with letters — And had a message too — from Lentulus — To Catiline — that he should vse all aides — Seruants , or others — and come with his army , Assoone , vnto the Citty as he could — For they were ready , and but staid for him — To intercept those , that should flee the fire — These Men , the Allobroges , did heare it too . ALL. Yes Fathers , and they tooke an oath , to vs . Besides their letters , that we should be free ; And vrg'd vs , for some present aide of horse . CIC. Nay , here be other testimonies , Fathers , Cethegus Armoury . CRA. What , not all these ? CIC. Here 's not the hundred part . Call in the Fencer , That we may know the armes to all these weapons . Come , my braue Sword-player , to what actiue vse , Was all this steele prouided ? CET. Had you ask'd In Syllas dayes , it had beene to cut throtes ; But , now , it was to looke on , only : I lou'd To see good blades , and feele their edge , and points . To put a helme vpon a blocke , and cleaue it , And , now and then , to stabbe an armour through . CIC. Know you that paper ? That will stabbe you through . Is it your hand ? Hold , saue the peeces . Traytor , Hath thy guilt wak'd thy fury ? CET. I did write , I know not what ; nor care not : That Foole Lentulus Did dictate ▪ and I tother Foole , did signe it . CIC. Bring in Statilius : Do's he know his hand too ? And Lentulus . Reach him that letter . STA. I Confesse it all . CIC. Know you that seale yet , Publius ? LEN. Yes , it is mine . CIC. Whose image is that , on it ? LEN. My Grandfathers . CIC. What , that renowm'd good man , That did so only ' embrace his Countrey' , and lou'd His fellow Citizens ! Was not his picture , Though mute , of power to call thee from a fact , So foule . — LEN. As what , impetuous Cicero ? CIC. As thou art , for I doe not know what 's fouler . Looke vpon these . Doe not these faces argue Thy guilt , and impudence ? LEN. What are these to me ? I know 'hem not . ALL. No Publius ? we were with you , At Brutus house . VOL. Last night . LEN. What did you there ? Who sent for you ? ALL. Your selfe did . We had letters From you , Cethegus , this Statilius here , Gabinius Cimber , all , but from Longinus , Who would not write , because he was to come Shortly , in person , after vs ( he said ) To take the charge o' the horse , which we should leuy . CIC. And he is fled , to Catiline , I heare . LEN. Spies ? spies ? ALL. You told vs too , o' the Sibylls bookes ▪ And how you were to be a King , this yeare , The twentieth , from the burning of the Capitol . That three Cornelij were to raigne , in Rome , Of which you were the last : and prais'd Cethegus , And the great spirits , were with you , in the action . CET. These are your honorable Ambassadors , My Soueraigne Lord . CAT. Peace , that too bold Cethegus . ALL. Besides Gabinius , your Agent , nam'd Autronius , Seruius Sulla , Vargunteius , And diuers others . VOL. I had letters from you , To Catiline , and a message , which I' haue told Vnto the Senate , truly , word for word : For which , I hope , they will be gracious to mee . I was drawne in , by that same wicked Cimber , And thought no hurt at all . CIC. Volturtius , peace . Where is thy visor , or thy voyce , now , Lentulus ? Art thou confounded ? Wherefore speak'st thou not ? Is all so cleare , so plaine , so manifest , That both thy eloquence , and impudence , And thy ill nature , too , haue left thee , at once ? Take him aside . There 's yet one more . Gabinius , The Enginer of all . Shew him that paper , If he do know it ? GAB. I know nothing . CIC. No ? GAB. No. Nor I will not know . CAT. Impudent head ? Sticke it into his throate ; were I the Consul , I l'd make thee eate the mischiefe , thou haft vented . GAB. Is there a Law for 't , Cato ? CAT. Dost thou aske After a Law , that would'st haue broke all lawes , Of Nature , Manhood , Conscience , and Religion . GAB. Yes , I may aske for 't . CAT. No , pernicious Cimber , " Th' inquiring after good , do's not belong " Vnto a wicked person . GAB. I , but Cato Do's nothing , but by law . CRA. Take him aside . There 's proofe enough , though he confesse not . GAB. Stay I will confesse . All 's true , your spies haue told you . Make much of 'hem . CET. Yes , and reward 'hem well , For feare you get no more such , See , they do not Die in a ditch , and stinke , now you ha' done with 'hem ; Or beg , o' the bridges , here in Rome , whose Arches Their actiue industrie hath sau'd . CIC. See , Fathers , What mindes , and spirits these are , that , being conuicted Of such a treason , and by such a cloud Of witnesses , dare yet retaine their boldnesse ? What would their rage haue done , if they had conquerd ? I thought , when I had thrust out Catiline , Neither the State , nor I , should neede t' haue fear'd Lentulus sleepe here , or Longinus fat , Or this Cethegus rashnesse ; It was he , I only watch'd , while he was in our walles , As one , that had the braine , the hand , the heart . But now , we finde the contrary . Where was there A People grieu'd , or a State discontent , Able to make , or helpe a warre 'gainst Rome , But these , th' Allobroges , and those they found ? Whom had not the iust Gods beene pleas'd to make More friends vnto our safety , then their owne , As it then seem'd , neglecting these mens offers , Where had we beene ? or where the Common-wealth ? When their great Chiefe had beene call'd home ; This man , Their absolute King , ( whose noble Grandfather , Arm'd in pursute of the seditious Gracchus , Tooke a braue wound , for deare defence of that , Which he would spoile ) had gather'd all his aides Of Ruffins , Slaues , and other Slaughter-men ; Giuen vs vp for murder , to Cethegus ; The' other ranke of Citizens , to Gabinius ; The Citty , to be fir'd by Cassius ; And Italie , nay the world , to be laid wast By cursed Catiline , and his complices . Lay but the thought of it , before you , Fathers , Thinke but with me you saw this glorious Citty , The Light of all the earth , Tower of all Nations , Sodainly falling in one flame . Imagine , You view'd your Countrey buried with the heapes Of slaughter'd Citizens , that had no graue ; This Lentulus here , raigning , ( as he dreamp't ) And those his purple Senate ; Catiline come With his fierce army ; and the cries of Matrons , The flight of Children , and the rape of Virgins , Shriekes of the liuing , with the dying grones On euery side t' inuade your sense ; vntill The blood of Rome , were mixed with her ashes . This was the Spectacle these fiends intended To please their malice . CET. I , and it would Haue bene a braue one , Consul . But your part Had not then bene so long , as now it is : I should haue quite defeated your Oration ; And slit that fine rhetoricall pipe of yours , I' the first Scene . CAT. Insolent Monster ! CIC. Fathers , Is it your pleasures , they shall be committed Vnto some safe , but a free custodie , Vntill the Senate can determine farder ? SEN. It pleaseth well . CIC. Then , Marcus Crassus , Take you charge of Gabinius : send him home Vnto your house . You Caesar , of Statilius . Cethegus shall be sent to Cornificius ; And Lentulus , to Publius Lentulus Spinther , Who now is Aedile . CAT. It were best , the Praetors Caried 'hem to their houses , and deliuered 'hem . CIC. Let it be so . Take 'hem from hence . CAES. But , first , Let Lentulus put off his Praetorship . LEN. I doe resigne it here vnto the Senate . CAES. So , now , there 's no offence done to religion . CAT. Caesar , 't was piously , and timely vrg'd . CIC. What do you decree to th' Allobroges ? That were the lights to this discouery ? CRA. A free grant from the State , of all their suites . CAES. And a reward , out of the publicke treasure . CAT. I , and the title of honest men , to crowne 'hem . CIC. What to Volturtius ? CAES. Life , and fauor's well . VOL. I aske no more . CAT. Yes , yes , some money , thou need'st it . 'T will keepe thee honest : Want made thee a knaue . SYL. Let Flaccus , and Pomtinius , the Praetors , Haue publicke thankes , and Quintus Fabius Sanga , For their good seruice . CRA. They deserue it all . CAT. But what do we decree vnto the Consul , Whose vertue , counsell , watchfulnesse , and wisedome , Hath free'd the Common-wealth , and without tumult , Slaughter , or bloud , or scarce raysing a force , Rescu'd vs all out of the iawes of Fate ? CRA. We owe our Liues vnto him , and our Fortunes . CAES. Our Wiues , our Children , Parents , and our Gods . SYL. We all are saued , by his fortitude . CAT. The Common-wealth owes him a ciuicke gyrland . Hee is the onely Father of his Countrey . CAES. Let there be publike prayer , to all the Gods , Made in that name , for him . CRA. And in these words . For that he hath , by his vigilance , preseru'd Rome from the flame , the Senate from the sword , And all her Citizens from massacre . CIC. How are my labours more then paid , graue Fathers , In these great titles , and decreed honors ! Such , as to mee , first , of the ciuill robe , Of any man , since Rome was Rome , haue hap'ned ; And from this frequent Senate : which more glads mee , That I now see , you ' haue sense of your owne safety . If those good daies come no lesse gratefull to vs , Wherein we are preseru'd from some great danger , Then those , wherein w' are borne , and brought , to light , Because the gladnesse of our safety is certaine , But the condition of our birth not so ; And that we are sau'd with pleasure , but are borne Without the sense of ioy : why should not , then , This day , to vs , and all posteritie Of ours , be had in equall fame , and honor , With that , when Romulus first reard these walles , When so much more is saued , then he built ? CAES. It ought . CRA. Let it be added to our Fasti. CIC. What tumult 's that ? FLA. Here 's one Tarquinius taken , Going to Catiline ; and sayes he was sent By Marcus Crassus : whom he names , to be Guilty of the conspiracy . CIC. Some lying varlet . Take him away , to prison . CRA. Bring him in , And let me see him . CIC. He is not worth it , Crassus . Keepe him vp close , and hungry , till he tell , By whose pernicious counsell , he durst slander So great , and good a Citizen . CRA. By yours I feare , 't will proue . SYL. Some o' the Traytors , sure , To giue their action the more credit , bid him Name you , or any man . CIC. I know my selfe , By all the tracts , and courses of this businesse , Crassus is noble , iust , and loues his Countrey . FLA. Here is a Libell too , accusing Caesar , From Lucius Vectius , and confirm'd by Curius . CIC. Away with all , throw'it out o' the Court. CAES. A tricke on me , too ? CIC. It is some mens malice . I said to Curius , I did not beleeue him . CAES. Was not that Curius your spie , that had Reward decreed vnto him , the last Senate , With Fuluia , vpon your priuate motion ? CIC. Yes . CAES. But he has not that reward , yet ? CIC. No. Let not this trouble you , Caesar , none beleeues it . CAES. It shall not , if that he haue no reward . But if he haue , sure I shall thinke my selfe Very vntimely , and vnsafely honest , Where such , as he is , may haue pay t' accuse me . CIC. You shall haue no wrong done you , noble Caesar , But all contentment . CAES. Consul , I am silent . CATILINE . THE ARMIE . I Neuer yet knew , Souldiers , that , in fight , Words added vertue vnto valiant men ; Or , that a Generals oration made An Army fall , or stand : But how much prowesse Habituall , or naturall each mans breast Was owner of , so much in act it shew'd . " Whom neither glory ' or danger can excite " T is vaine t' attempt with speech : For the minds feare " Keepes all braue sounds from entring at that eare . I , yet , would warne you some few things , my Friends , And giue you reason of my present counsailes . You know , no lesse then I , what state , what point Our affaires stand in ; And you all haue heard , What a calamitous misery the sloth , And sleepinesse of Lentulus , hath pluck'd Both on himselfe , and vs : How , whilst our aides There , in the Citty look'd for , are defeated , Our entrance into Gallia , too , is stopt . Two Armies waite vs : One from Rome , the other From the Gaule-Prouinces . And , where we are , ( Although I most desire it ) the great want Of corne , and victuall , forbids longer stay . So that , of neede , we must remoue , but whither The sword must both direct , and cut the passage . I only , therefore , wish you , when you strike , To haue your valours , and your soules , about you ; And thinke , you carry in your laboring hands The things , you seeke , glory , and liberty , Your Countrey , which you want now , with the Fates , That are to be instructed , by our swords . If we can giue the blow , all will be safe to'vs . We shall not want prouision , nor supplies . The Colonies , and free Townes will lie open . Where , if we yeeld to feare , expect no place , Nor friend , to shelter those , whom their owne Fortune , And ill vs'd Armes haue left without protection . You might haue liu'd in seruitude , or exile , Or safe at Rome , depending on the great ones ; But that you thought those thinges vnfit for men . And , in that thought , you then were valiant . For no man euer yet chang'd peace for warre , But he , that meant to conquer . Hold that purpose . There 's more necessity , you should be such , In fighting for your selues , then they for others . " Hee 's base , that trusts his feete , whose hands are arm'd . Me thinks , I see Death , and the Furies , waiting What we will doe ; and all the Heauen' at leysure For the great Spectacle . Draw , then , your swords : And , if our desteny enuy our vertue The honor of the day , yet let vs care To fell our selues , at such a price , as may Vndoe the world to buy vs : and make Fate , While shee tempts ours , feare her owne estate . THE SENATE . SEN. What meanes this hasty calling of the Senate ? SEN. We shall know straight . Waite , till the Consul speakes . POM. Fathers Conscript , bethinke you of your safeties , And what to doe , with these Conspirators ; Some of their Clients , their Free'd men , and Slaues ‛ Ginne to make head : There is one of Lentulus Bauds Runnes vp and downe the shops , through euery street , With money to corrupt , the poore artificers , And needy tradesmen , to their aide . Cethegus Hath sent , too , to his seruants ; who are many , Chosen , and exercis'd in bold attemptings , That forthwith they should arme themselues , and proue His rescue : All will be in instant vproare , If you preuent it not , with present counsailes . We haue done what we can , to meete the fury , And will doe more . Be you good to your selues . CIC. What is your pleasure , Fathers , shall be done ? Syllanus , you are Consul next design'd . Your sentence , of these men . SYL. 'T is short , and this . Since they haue sought to blot the name of Rome , Out of the world ; and raze this glorious Empire With her owne hands , and armes , turn'd on her selfe : I thinke it fit they die . And , could my breath Now execute 'hem , they should not enioy An article of time , or eye of light , Longer , to poyson this our common aire . SEN. I thinke so too . SEN. And I. SEN. And I. SEN. And I. CIC. Your sentence , Caius Caesar. CAES. Conscript Fathers , In great affaires , and doubtfull , it behooues Men , that are ask'd their sentence , to be free From either hate , or loue , anger , or pitty : For , where the least of these doe hinder , there The minde not easily discernes the truth . I speake this to you , in the name of Rome , For whom you stand ; and to the present cause : That this foule fact of Lentulus , and the rest , Weigh not more with you , then your dignity ; And you be more indulgent to your passion , Then to your honor . If there could be found A paine , or punishment , equall to their crimes , I would deuise , and helpe : But if the greatnesse Of what they ha' done , exceede all mans inuention , I thinke it fit , to stay , where our lawes doe . Poore petty States may alter , vpon humor , Where , if they ' offend with anger , few doe know it , Because they are obscure ; their Fame , and Fortune Is equall , and the same : But they , that are Head of the world , and liue in that seene height , All Mankinde knowes their actions . So we see The greater fortune hath the lesser licence . They must nor fauor , hate , and least be angry : For what with others is call'd anger , there , Is cruelty , and pride . I know Syllanus , Who spoke before me , a iust , valiant Man , A louer of the State , and one that would not , In such a businesse , vse or grace , or hatred ; I know , too , well his manners , and his modesty : Nor doe I thinke his sentence cruell ( for 'Gainst such delinquents , what can be too bloody ? ) But that it is abhorring from our state ; Since to a Citizen of Rome , offending , Our Lawes giue exile , and not death . Why then Decrees he that ? 'T were vaine to thinke , for feare ; When , by the diligence of so worthy a Consul , All is made safe , and certaine . Is 't for punishment ? Why Death 's the end of euils , and a rest , Rather then torment : It dissolues all griefes . And beyond that , is neither care , nor ioy . You heare , my sentence would not haue 'hem die . How then ? set free , and increase Catilines Armie ? So will they , being but banish'd . No , graue Fathers , I iudge 'hem , first , to haue their states confiscate , Then , that their persons remaine prisoners I' the free townes , farre off from Rome , and seuerd ' : Where they might neither haue relation , Hereafter , to the Senate , or the People . Or , if they had , those townes , then to be mulcted . As enemies to the State , that had their guard . SEN. T is good , and honourable , Caesar , hath vtterd . CIC. Fathers , I see your faces , and your eyes All bent on mee , to note of these two censures Which I encline to . Eyther of them are graue , And answering the dignitie of the speakers , The greatnesse of th' affaire , and both seuere . One vrgeth death : And he may well remember This State hath punish'd wicked Citizens so . The other bonds : and those perpetuall , which He thinkes found out for the more singular plague . Decree which you shall please . You haue a Consul Not readier to obey , then to defend What euer you shall act , for the Republique ; And meete with willing shoulders any burden , Or any fortune , with an euen face , Though it were death : which to a valiant man Can neuer happen foule , nor to a Consul Be immature , or to a wise man wretched . SYL. Fathers , I spake , but as I thought : the needes O' th' Common-wealth required . CAT. Excuse it not . CIC. Cato , speake you your sentence . CAT. This it is . You here dispute , on kinds of punishment , And stand consulting , what you should decree 'Gainst those , of whom , you rather should beware . This mischiefe is not like those common facts , Which , when they are done , the lawes may prosequute . But this , if you prouide not , ere it happen , When it is happen'd , will not waite your iudgment . Good Caius Caesar , here , hath very well , And subtilly discours'd of life , and death , As if he thought those things , a prety fable , That are deliuer'd vs of Hell , and Furies , Or of the diuers way , that ill men goe From good , to filthy , darke , and ougly places . And therefore he would haue these liue ; and long too ; But farre from Rome , and in the small free Townes , Lest , here , they might haue rescue : As if Men , Fit for such acts , were only in the City , And not throughout all Italie ? or that boldnesse Could not doe more , where it found least resistance ? T is a vaine Counsaile , if he thinke them dangerous . Which , if he doe not , but that he alone In so great feare of all men , stand vnfrighted , He giues me cause , and you , more to feare him . I am plaine , Fathers . Here you looke about , One at another , doubting what to doe : With faces , as you trusted to the Gods , That still haue sau'd you ; and they can do 't : But They are not wishings , or base womanish prayers Can draw their aides : but vigilance , counsell , action : Which they will be ashamed to forsake . T is sloth they hate , and cowardise . Here you haue The Traytors in your houses , yet you stand Fearing what to doe with 'hem ; Let 'hem loose , And send 'hem hence with armes too ; that your Mercy May turne your misery , as soone as 't can . O , but , they , are great men , and haue offended But through ambition . We would spare their honor : I , if themselues had spar'd it , or their fame , Or modestie , or eyther God , or Man : Then I would spare 'hem . But , as things now stand , Fathers , to spare these men , were to commit A greater wickednesse , then you would reuenge . If there had bene but time , and place for you , To haue repair'd this fault , you should haue made it ; It should haue bene your punishment , to'haue felt Your tardie error : But necessity , Now , bids me say let 'hem not liue an hower , If you meane Rome should liue a day . I haue done . SEN. Cato hath spoken like an Oracle , CRA. Let it be so decreed . SEN. We all were fearefull . SYL. And had bene base , had not his vertue rais'd vs . SEN. Go forth , most worthy Consul , wee 'll assist you . CAES. I 'am not yet changd in my sentence , Fathers . CAT. No matter . What be those ? SER. Letters , for Caesar. CAT. From whom ? let 'hem be read , in open Senate ; Fathers , they come from the Conspirators . I craue to haue 'hem read , for the Republique . CAES. Cato , reade you it . T is a Loue-letter , From your deare sister , to me : though you hate me . Do not discouer it . CAT. Hold thee dronkard . Consul . Goe forth , and confidently . CAES. You 'll repent This rashnesse , Cicero . PRAE. Caesar shall repent it . CIC. Hold friends . PRAE. Hee 's scarce a friend vnto the Publicke . CIC. No violence . Caesar be safe . Leade on : Where are the publicke Executioners ? Bid 'hem waite on vs . On to Spinthers house . Bring Lentulus forth . Here , you , the sad reuengers Of capitall crimes , against the Publicke , take This man vnto your iustice : strangle him . LEN. Thou dost well , Consul . T was a cast at dice In Fortunes hand , not long since , that thy selfe Should'st haue heard these , or other words as fatall . CIC. Leade on to Quintus Cornificius house ; Bring forth Cethegus . Take him to the due Death , that he hath deseru'd : and let it bee Said , He was once . CET. A beast , or , what is worse , A slaue , Cethegus . Let that be the name For all that 's base hereafter : That would let This worme pronounce on him : and not haue trampled His bodie into — Ha! Art thou not mou'd ? CIC. " Iustice is neuer angrie : Take him hence . CET. O the whore Fortune ! and her bauds the Fates ! That put these trickes on men , which knew the way To death by ' a sword . Strangle me , I may sleepe : I shall grow angrie with the Gods , else . CIC. Leade To Caius Caesars , for Statilius . Bring him , and rude Gabinius , out . Here , take 'hem To your cold hands , and let 'hem feele death from you : GAB. I thanke you , you do me a pleasure . STA. And me too . CAT. So , Marcus Tullius , thou maist now stand vp , And call it happie Rome , thou being Consul . Great Parent of thy Countrie , goe , and let The Old men of the Citie , ere they die , Kisse thee ; the Matrons dwell about thy necke ; The Youths , and Maids lay vp , 'gainst they are old What kind of man thou wert , to tell their Nephewes , When , such a yeare , they reade , within our Fasti , Thy Consulship . Who 's this ? Petreius ? CIC. Welcome , Welcome renowned Souldier . What 's the newes ? This face can bring no ill with 't , vnto Rome . How do's the worthy Consull , my Colleague ? PET. As well as victory can make him , Sir . He greetes the Fathers , and to me hath trusted The sad relation of the Ciuill strife , For , in such warre , the conquest still is blacke . CIC. Shall we withdraw into the House of Concord ? CAT. No , happy Consul , here ; let all eares take The benefit of this tale . If he had voice , To spreade vnto the Poles , and strike it through The Center , to the Antipodes ; It would aske it . PET. The streights , and needes of Catiline being such , As he must fight , with one of the two Armies , That then had neare enclos'd him ; It pleas'd Fate , To make vs th' object of his desperate choise , Wherein the danger almost paiz'd the honor : And as he riss ' , the day grew blacke with him ; And Fate descended nearer to the earth , As if shee meant to hide the name of things vnder her wings , and make the world her quarry . At this we rous'd , least one small minutes stay Had left it to be ' enquir'd , what Rome was . And ( as we ought ) arm'd in the confidence Of our great cause , in forme of battaile , stood . Whilst Catiline came on , not with the face Of any man , but of a publique ruine : His Count'nance was a ciuill warre it selfe . And all his host had standing in their lookes The palenesse of the death , that was to come . Yet cryed they out like Vultures , and vrg'd on , As if they would praecipitate our fates . Nor staid we longer for 'hem ; But himselfe Strooke the first stroke : And , with it , fled a life . Which cut , it seem'd a narrow necke of land Had broke betweene two mighty Seas ; and either Flow'd into other ; for so did the slaughter : And whirl'd about , as when two violent Tides Meete , and not yeeld . The Furies stood , on hilles Circling the place , and trembled to see men Doe more , then they : whilst Piety left the field , Grieu'd for that side , that , in so bad a cause , They knew not , what a crime their valour was . The Sunne stood still , and was , behinde the cloud The battaile made , seene sweating , to driue vp His frighted Horse , whom still the noise droue backward . And now had fierce Enyo , like a flame , Consum'd all it could reach , and then it selfe ; Had not the Fortune of the Common-wealth Come Pallas-like , to euery Roman thought . Which Catiline seeing , and that now his Troopes . Couer'd that earth , they ' had fought on , with their trunkes , Ambitious of great fame , to crowne his ill , Collected all his fury , and ranne in ( Arm'd with a glory , high as his despaire ) Into our battaile , like a Lybian Lion , Vpon his hunters , scornefull of our weapons , Carelesse of wounds , plucking downe liues about him , Till he had circled in himselfe with death : Then fell he too , t' embrace it where it lay . And as , in that rebellion 'gainst the Gods , Minerua holding forth Medusa's head , One of the Gyant Brethren felt himselfe Grow marble at the killing sight , and now , Almost made stone , beganne t' inquire , what flint , What rocke it was , that crept through all his limmes , And , ere he could thinke more , was that he fear'd ; So Catiline , at the fight of Rome in vs , Became his Tombe : yet did his looke retaine Some of his fiercenesse , and his hands still mou'd , As if he labor'd , yet , to graspe the State , With those rebellious parts . CAT. A braue bad death . Had this beene honest now , and for his Countrey , As 't was against it , who had ere fallen greater ? CIC. Honor'd Petreius , Rome , not I must thanke you . How modestly has he spoken of himselfe ! CAT. He did the more . CIC. Thanks to the'immortall Gods , Romans , I now am paid for all my labors , My watchings , and my dangers . Here conclude Your praises , triumphes , honors , and rewards Decreed to me : only the memory Of this glad day , if I may know it liue Within your thoughts , shall much affect my conscience , Which I must alwaies study before fame . " Though both be good , the latter yet is worst , " And euer is ill got , without the first . The end .