But part, and when our Hands next meet again,
Be't in the Heart of Sylla or Metellus-

MARIUS Junior.

[Exit.

[Trumpets again.

Sound higher, ye fhrill Inftruments of War,
And urge its Horrors up, till they become,
If poffible, as terrible as mine.

Oh my Lavinia! though this Night I fall,
At my Return I fhall be doubly happy.
Such Trials the great ancient Hero's past,
Who little prefent Happiness could taste,
Yet did great Actions, and were Gods at last

SCENE H. Metellus's House.

Enter LA VINIA.

LAVINI A.

[Exit.

Gallop a-pace, ye fiery-footed Steeds,
Tow'rds Phabus' Lodging. Such a Charioteer
As Phaeton would lash you to the West,
And bringing in cloudy Night immediately.
Spread thy clofe Curtains, Love-performing Night,
To fober-fuited Matron all in black;

That jealous Eyes may wink, and Marius
Leap to thefe Arms untalk'd of and unfeen.
Oh! give me Marius; and when he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little Stars;
And he will make the Face of Heaven fo fine,
That all the World fhall grow in love with Night,
And pay no Worship to the gaudy Sun.
Oh! I have bought the Manfion of a Love,
But not poffeft it- -Tedious is this Day,
As is the Night before fome Festival

To an impatient Child that has new Robes,

Enter Nu URSE and CLODIUS.

And may not wear 'em. Welcome, Nurfe: what News?

How

How fares the Lord of all my Joys, my Marius?

NURSE.

Oh! a Chair! a Chair! no Questions, but a Chair! So.
LAVINIA.

Nay, pr'ythee Nurse, why do ft thou look so sad?
Oh! do not spoil the Mufic of good Tidings
With fuch a melancholic wretched Face.

NURSE.

Oh! I am weary, very weary. Clodius, my Cordial bottle. Fy! how my Bones ake! what a Jaunt have I had ! LAVINI A.

Do not delay me thus, but quickly tell me,
Will Marius come To-night? Speak, will he come?
NURSE.

Alas! alas! what hafte? oh! cannot you ftay a little? oh! do not you fee that I'm out of Breath? oh this Phthific! Clodius, the Cordial.

LAVINI A.

Th' excuse thou mak'st for this unkind delay
Is longer than the Tale thou hast to tell.
Is thy News good or bad? answer to that.
Say either, and I'll stay the Circumstance.
NURSE.

Well, you have made a fimple Choice: you know not how to chufe a Man. Yet his Leg excells all Mens. And for a Hand and a Foot and a Shape, though they are not to be talk'd of—yet they are past compare. What, have you din'd within?

LAVINI A.

No, no: what foolish Queftions doft thou ask? What fays he of his coming? what of that?

NURSE.

Oh! how my Heads akes! what a Head have I!
It beats as if it would fall in twenty pieces.
My Back o't'other fide! ah! my Back! my Back!
Befhrew your Heart for fending me about

To catch

my Death. This Back of mine will break.

[Drinks.

LA

LAVINIA.

Indeed I'm forry if thou art not well.
But pr'ythee tell me, Nurfe, what fays my Love?
NURSE.

Why, your Love fays like an honeft Gentleman, and a kind Gentleman, and a handsome and I'll warrant a virtuous Gentleman. [Drinks.] Well

Where's your Father?

LAVINIA.

Where's my Father? why, he's at the Senate. How odly thou reply'ft!

Your Love fays like an honest Gentleman,

Where is your Father?

NURSE.

Oh good Lady dear!
Are you fo hot? marry come up, I trow.
Is this a Poultis for my aking Bones?
Henceforward do your Meffages yourself.

Nay, pry'thee be not angry Nurfe, I meant No ill. Speak kindly, will my Marius come?

NURSE.

Will he will a Duck fwim ?

LAVINIA.

NURSE.

what?

Then he will come.

Come? why, he will come upon all four, but he'll come. Go, get you in, and say your Prayers; Go. LAVINIA.

For Bleffings on my Marius and thee.

NURSE.

Well, it would be a fad Thing, though

What?

LAVINIA.

NURSE.

If Marius fhould not come

Doings at the Gates, they are at it ding dong. Tantarara

-for there's old

go

go the Trumpets; Shout, cry the Soldiers; clatter, go the Swords. I'll warrant I made no fmall hafte

LAVINIA.

And is my Marius there? alas my Fears! [TrumpetsThe Noife comes this way. Guard my Love, ye Gods,

Or strike me with your Thunder when he falls. [Exeunt.

SCENE III. T Forum.

Enter CAIUS MARIUS, MARIUS Junior, GRANIUS, SULPITIUS, CATULUS, &c. Guards, Lictors on one fide: METELLUS, SYLLA, Q. POMPEIUS, Guards on the other. [Trumpets found a March.

Oh thou God,

METELLUS.

Deliverer of Rome, most bleft of Men'
See here the Fathers of thy bleeding Country
Proftrate for Refuge at thy Feet: See there
The Terror of our Freedom, and thy Foe,
The Perfecutor of thy Friends, the Scourge
Of Truth and Juftice, and the Plague of Rome.
CAIUS MARIUS.
What art thou that canft lend thy flavish Ears
To flatt'ring Hypocrify?

SYLLA.

My Name thou hast heard,

And fled from. I am the Friend of Rome,
The Terror and the Bane of thee her Foe.

CAIUS MARIUS.

If thou'rt her Friend, why com'ft thou here thus arm'd, Slaughtering her Citizens, and laying wafte her Walls?

Her Senate, made thyfelf by force a Conful,

Set free her Slaves, and arm'd 'em against her Laws. CAIUS MARIUS.

Wrongs,

Hear this, ye Romans, and then judge my
Have I oppreft you? have I, forc'd your Laws?
Am I a Tyrant? I whom ye have rais'd,
For my true Services, to what I am?

Remember th' Ambrons, Cimbri, and the Teutons;
Remember the Confed'rate War.

SYLLA.

Where thou,

Cold and delaying, wer't by Silo brav'd,
Scorn'd by thy Soldiers, and at last compell'd
Ingloriously to quit th' unwieldly Charge.
Remember too who banish'd good Metellus,
The Friend and Parent of thy obfcure Family,
That rais'd thee from a Peasant to a Lord.

CAIUS MARIUS.

Bafely thou wrong'ft the Truth. My Actions rais’d me, Hadft thou been born a Peasant, ftill thou'dft been so: But I by Service to my Country 've made

My Name renown'd in Peace, and fear'd in War.

SYLLA

In the Jugurthine War, whofe King was taken Pris'ner by me, and Marius triumph'd for't.

CAIUS MARIUS.

Thou ftol'ft him bafely, ftol'ft him at the price Of his Wife's Luft: Thou barter'dft his Betraying, And in the Capitol haft Pageants fet

In memory of thy Vanity and Shame.

SYLLA.

Thy Shame.

Who would

CAIUS MARIUS. My Honour, proud prefumptuous Boy, be gaudy in an unfit Dress, And wear my caft-off Glories after me.

SYLLA.