Of noblest parentage, of fair demesnes, me, Lav. Will you then quite cast off your poor Lavinia, And turn me like a vagrant out of doors, To wander up and down the streets of Rome, A porch my bed, a threshold for my pillow, Shiv'ring and starv'd for want of warmth and food, Of proud great men, implore relief in vain? Or cannot love according to your liking? Met. Art thou not mistress of thy heart then? 'Tis giv'n away. Met. To whom? Lav. I dare not tell. But I'll endeavour strongly to forget him, Met. Thou dost well. Conceal his name, if thou'dst preserve his life: For if there be a death in Rome that might Be bought, it should not miss him. From this hour Lav. What have you done? Alas! sir, as you spoke, Methought the fury of your words took place, And struck my heart like lightning, dead within me. Gone too?[Exit Metellus. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? Alas! that ever heav'n should practise stratagems What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Nurse. Marry, and there's but need on't: Od's my life, this dad of our's was an arrant wag in his young days for all this. Well, and what then? Marius is a man, and so's Sylla. Oh! but Marius's lip! and then Sylla's nose and forehead! But then Marius's eye again, how 'twill sparkle, and twinkle, and rowl, and sleer! But to see Sylla a horseback! But to see Marius walk or dance*! such a leg, such a foot, such a shape, such a motion! Ah, a-well, Marius is the man, must be the man, and shall be the man. Lav. He's by his father's nature rough and fierce, And knows not yet the follies of my love: And when he does, perhaps may scorn and hate me. Nurse. Yes, yes, he's a rude, unmaunerly, ill-bred fellow he's not the flower of courtesy; but I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, child, serve God. What! a father's an old man; and old inen, they say, will take care. But a young man! girl, ah! a young man! there's a great deal in a young man; and thou shalt have a young man. What! I Dancing was not admitted among the fashionable accomplishments of the Romans. have been thy nurse these sixteen years, and I should know what's good for thee, surely. Oh! Ay-a young man! Lav. Now pr'ythee leave me to myself a-while. "Tis hardly yet within two hours of day. [Exit Nurse. Sad nights seem long-I'll down into the garden. Shines fair with all her virgin stars about her. And think what course my wretched state must take. [Exit Lavinia. SCENE II*.-A walled Garden belonging to Metellus's House. Enter MARIUS Junior. love. Mar. jun. How vainly have I spent this idle night! Ev'n wine can't heal the ragings of my This sure should be the mansion of Lavinia; For in such groves the deities first dwelt. Can I go forward, when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. [Enters the garden. Enter GRANIUS and SULPITIUS. Gra. This way he went-Why, Marius! brother Marius! Sulp. Perhaps he's wise, and gravely gone to bed. There's not so weak a drunkard as a lover; One bottle to his lady's health quite addles him. Gra. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard-wall,h Call, good Sulpitius. * "Romeo and Juliet," act 1. sc. 1. Sulp. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Marius! Humours! Passion! Madman! Lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh; Speak but one word, and I am satisfied. He hears not, neither stirs he yet. Nay then, Gra. Hold, good Sulpitius, this will anger himSulp. This cannot anger him. "Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his lady's arms, Till she had laid and charm'd it down again. Gra. Let's go; he has hid himself among these trees, To dye his melancholic mind in night: Blind in his love, and best befits the dark. Sulp. Pox o'this love, this litle scarecrow love, That frights fools, with his painted bow of lath, Out of their feeble sense. Gra. Stop there-let's leave the subject and it's slave; Or burn Metellus' house about his ears. Sulp. This morning Sylla means to enter Rome: Yet now, when he should think of cutting throats, The idle truantry of callow boys. I'd rather trust my fortunes with a daw, That hops at ev'ry butterfly he sees, Than have to do in honour with a man, That sells his virtue for a woman's smiles. [Exeunt. Enter MARIUS Junior, in the Garden*. Mar. jun. He laughs at wounds, that never felt their smart. * "Romeo and Juliet," act 1. sc. 2. What light is that which breaks thro' yonder shade? Oh! 'tis my love. [Lavinia in the Balcony. She seems to hang upon the cheek of night, Fairer than snow upon the raven's back, Or a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. Were she in yonder sphere, she'd shine so bright, Mar. jun. She speaks: Oh! speak again, bright angel; for thou art As glorious to this night, as sun at noon And sails upon the bosom of the air. Lav. O Marius, Marius! wherefore art thou Marius? Deny thy family, renounce thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer call Metellus parent. Mar. jun. Shall I hear this, and yet keep silence? Lav. No. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou would'st be still thyself, tho' not a Marius; Mar. jun. At thy word I take thee; Call me but thine, and joys will so transport me, I shall forget myself, and quite be chang'd. Lav. Who art thou, that, thus hid and veil'd in night, Hast overheard my follies? Mar. jun. By a name |