That mad wild Bull whom Marius lets loose ANTONIUS. That lawless Tribune then must be reduc'd, Unhing'd from off the Pow'r that holds him up, His Band of full fix hundred Roman Knights, All in their Youth, and pamper'd high with Riot, Which he his Guard against the Senate calls; Tall wild young Men, and fit for glorious Mischiefs. METELLUS. Fear nothing; let but Sylla once have Pow'r, He'as in the Capitol an Image fet Of Gold, in honour of his own Atchievement; And all in fpite of Marius. Oh now, Refume your Rights, and keep your Sylla Conful. Juftice unbiafs'd, the true Roman Spirit, Prefence of Mind, and refolute Performance ba egård) wild gAll for SyllaMit que [Exeunt. Enter Enter CAIUS MARIUS, MARIUS Junior, and GRANIUS. CAIUS MARIUS. There Rome's Dæmons go. Like Witches in ill Weather, in this Storm They've rais'd their Imp, their dear Familiar Sylla, That brought Jugurtha chain'd in Triumph hither; Spent all my Years in Toil and cruel War, MARIUS Junior. Because fhe's rul'd By lazy Drones that feed on others Labours, GRANIUS. One difcontented Villain leads a State. To Madness. There's that Bell-weather of Mutiny And Manners fordid; one whose Gain's his God; His Country's Honour, Liberty, or Peace: Nay, had he any, ev'n his s very Gods. H'as taken Rome even in the nicest Minute, F 3 For For Sylla too, a Boy, a Woman's Play-thing, When barbarous Nations, of a Race unknown, The hope fh'had left, and with unwearied Toil, Of Death with slaughter'd numbers of her Foes, The Glory of that War must be remember'd, When Rome, like her old Mother. Troy, fhall lie -Full three hundred thousand Men, In Afhes All Sons of Fortune, born and bred in Fields, GRANIU S. They came in Tribes, as if to take Poffeffion, Their Wives with Loads of Children at their Backs, Follow'd in Troops like Furies. MARIUS Junior. And all was done too when that Dolt Metellus Shrunk Shrunk like a Worm, and Sylla scarce was heard of. Twice That curft Metellus ftill has been my Plague, With thy Looks fix'd, as if thy Fate had feiz'd thee. MARIUS Junior. Why did you name Lavinia? would fh'had ne'er Been born, or that Metellus had not got her. CAIUS MARIUS. Forget her, Marius; she's a dainty Bit, A Delicate, for none but Sylla's taste, The Fav'rite Sylla, th' Idol that's set up To blast thy Hopes and cloud thy Father's Glories. V Confider that, my Marius, and forget her. MARIUS Junior. Forget her? Oh! fh'has Beauty might enfnare A Conqueror's Soul and make him leave his Crowns At random to be fcuffled for by Slaves. Forget her? Oh! teach me (great Parent) teach me ; Read me each Day a Lecture of the Wrongs Done you by that inglorious Patrician, Till my Heart know no Longings but Revenge, Methinks 'twould not be hard, e'en midft the Senate, CATUS MARIUS. Oh! name not him and Confulship together. Sylla and Conful? set 'em far apart As Eaft from Weft, for as they now are met, I'd rather fee Rome but one funeral Pile, Drag'd through the Streets to Death, and Slaves made Lords, Than fee that vain prefumptuous Upftart's Pride Succeed to lead the Armies you have bred. CAIUS MARIUS. "Tis fuch a Wrong as even tortures Thought, Should, now her nobleft Fortune is at Stake, Perifh Metellus firft, and all his Race. CAIUS MARIUS. There spoke the Soul of Marius. By the Head Of Jove, I hate him worse than Famine or Diseases. Perish his Family, let inveterate Hate Commence between our Houses from this Moment; And meeting never let 'em Bloodlefs part. Go, Granius, bid Sulpitius straight be ready To meet me with his Guards upon the Forum. ›1 By |