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The tragedy of Nero, newly written; Nero.
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impunitie But with our fellowes part o th' guift proclaim'd Nero meets them Nero Whether goe you stay my friends 'T is Caesar calles you stay my louing friends Tigell: We were his slaues his footstooles and must crouch But now with such obseruance to his feet It is his misery that calles vs friends Nero And moues you not the misery of a Prince O stay my friends stay harken to the voyce Which once yee knew Tigell: Harke to the peoples cryes Harke to the streets that Galba Galba ring Nero The people may forsake me without blame I did them wrong to make you rich and great I tooke their houses to bestow on you Treason in them hath name of libertie Your fault hath no excuse you are my fault And the excuse of others treachery Tigell: Shall we with staying seeme his tyrannies T' vphold as if we were in loue with them We are excus'd vnlesse we stay too long As forced Ministers and apart of wrong ex preter Nero Nero O now I see the vizard from my face So louely and so fearefull is fall'n off That vizard shadow nothing Maiestie Which like a child acquainted with his feares But now men trembled at and now contemne Nero forsaken is of all the world The world of truth O fall some vengeance downe Equall vnto their falsehoods and my wrongs Might I accept the Chariot of the Sunne And like another Phaeton consume In flames of all the world a pile of Death Worthy the state and greatnesse I haue lost Or were I now but Lord of my owne fires Wherein false Rome yet once againe might smoake And perish all vnpitied of her Gods That all things in their last destruction might Performe a funerall honour to their Lord O loue dissolue with Caesar Caesars world Or you whom Nero rather should inuoake Blacke Chaos and you fearefull shapes beneath That with a long and not vaine enuy haue Sought to destroy this worke of th' other Gods Now let your darkenesse cease the spoyles of day And the worlds first contention end your strife Enter two Romanes to him 1 Rom: Though others bound with greater benefits Haue left your changed fortunes and doe runne Whither new hopes doe call them yet come we Nero O welcome come you to aduersitie Welcome true friends why there is faith on earth Of thousand seruants friends and followers Yet two are left your countenance me thinkes Giues comfort and new hopes 2 Rom: Doe not deceiue your thoughts My Lord we bring no comfort would we could But the last duty to performe and best We euer shall a free death to perswade To cut off hopes of fearcer cruelty And scorne more cruell to a worthy soule 1 Rom: The Senate haue decreed you 're punishable After the fashion of our ancestors Which is your necke being locked in a forke You must be naked whipt and scourg'd to death Nero The Senate thus decreed they that so oft My vertues flattered haue and guifts of mine My gouernment preferr'd to ancient times And challenge Numa to compare with me Haue they so horrible an end sought out No here I beare which shall preuent such shame This hand shall yet from that deliuer me And faithfull be alone vnto his Lord Alasse how sharpe and terrible is death O must I die must now my senses close For euer die and nere returne againe Neuer more see the Sunne nor Heauen nor Earth Whither goe I what shall I be anone What horred iourney wandrest thou my soule Vnder th' earth in darke dampe duskie vaults Or shall I now to nothing be resolu'd My feares become my hopes O would I might Me thinkes I see the boyling Phlegeton And the dull poole feared of them we feare The dread and terror of the Gods themselues The furies arm'd with linkes with whippes with snakes And my owne furies farre more mad then they My mother and those troopes of slaughtred friends And now the Iudge is brought vnto the throne That will not leaue vnto authoritie Nor fauour the oppressions of the great 1 Rom: These are the idle terrors of the night Which wise men though they teach doe not beleeue To curbe our pleasures faine and aide the weake 2 Rom: Deaths wrongfull defamation which would make Vs shunne this happy hauen of our rest This end of euils as some fearefull harme 1 Rom. Shadowes and fond imaginations Which now you see on earth but children feare 2 Rom: Why should our faults feare punishment from them What doe the actions of this life concerne The tother world with which is no commerce 1 Rom: Would Heauen and Starres necessitie compell Vs to doe that which after it would punish 2 Rom: Let vs not after our liues end beleeue More then you felt before it Nero If any words haue made me confident And boldly doe for hearing others speake Boldly this night But will you by example Teach me the truth of your opinion And make me see that you beleeue your selues Will you by dying teach me to beare death With courage 1 Rom: No necessitie of death Hangs ore our heads no dangers threatens vs Nor Senates sharpe decree nor Galbaes armes 2 Rom: Is this the thankes then thou dost pay our loue Die basely as such a life deseru'd Reserue thy selfe to punishment and scorne Of Rome and of thy laughing enemies exeunt Manet Nero Nero They hate me cause I would but liue what was 't You lou'd kind friends and came to see my death Let me endure all torture and reproach That earth or Galbaes anger can inflict Yet hell and Rodamanth are more pittilesse The first Romane to him Rom: Though not deseru'd yet once againe I come To warne thee to take pitie on thy selfe The troupes by the Senate sent discend the hill And come Nero To take me and to whip me vnto death O whither shall I flye Rom: Thou hast no choice Nero O hither must I flye hard is his happe Who from death onely must by death escape Where are they yet O may I not a little Bethinke my selfe Rom: They are at hand harke thou maist heare the noise Nero O Rome farewell farewell you Theaters Where I so oft with popular applause In song and action O they come I die He fals on his sword Rom: So base an end all iust commiseration Doth take away yet what we doe now spurne The morning Sunne saw fearefull to the world Enter some of Galbaes friends Antoneus and others with Nimphidius bound Gal: You both shall die together Traitors both He to the common wealth and thou to him And worse to a good Prince what is he dead Hath feare encourag'd him and made him thus Preuent our punishment then die with him Fall thy aspyring at thy Masters feete He kils Nimph Anton: Who though he iustly perisht yet by thee Deseru'd it not nor ended there thy treason But euen thought o th' Empire thou conceiu'st Galbaes disgrace in receiuing that Which the sonne of Nimphidia could hope Rom: Thus great bad men aboue them finde a rod People depart and say there is a God Exeunt FJNJS
THE TRAGEDY OF NERO Newly Written Imprinted at London by Augustine Mathewes and Iohn Norton for Thomas Iones and are to bee sold at the blacke Rauen in the Strand 1624 THE TRAGEDIE OF NERO. Astus Primus Enter Petronius Arbyter Antonius Honoratus Petronius TVsh take the wench I showed thee now or else some other seeke What can your choler no way be allayed But with Imperiall tytles Will you more tytles vnto Caesar giue Anto. Great are thy fortunes Nero great thy power Thy Empyre lymited with natures bounds Vpon thy ground the Sunne doth set and ryse The day and night are thine Nor can the Planets wander where they will See that proud Earth that feares not Caesars name Yet nothing of all this I enuy thee But her to whom the world vnforst obayes Whose eyes more worth then all it lookes vpon In whom all beautyes Nature hath enclos'd That through the wide Earth or Heauen are dispos'd Petro. Indeed the steales and robs each part o' th world With borrowed beauties to enflame thine eye The Sea to fetch her Pearle is diu'd into The Diomond rocks are cut to make her shine To plume her pryde the Birds doe naked sing When my Enanthe in a homely gowne Ant. Homely I faith Petro. I homely in her gowne But looke vpon her face and that 's set out With no small grace no vayled shadowes helpe Foole that hadst rather with false lights and darke Beguiled be then see the ware thou buyest Poppea royally attended and passe ouer the Stage in State Ant. Great Queene whom nature made to be her glory Fortune got eies and came to be thy seruant Honour is proud to be thy tytle Though Thy beauties doe draw vp my soule yet still So bright so glorious is thy Maiestie That it beates downe againe my clyming thoughts Petro. Why true And other of thy blindnesses thou seest Such one to loue thou dar'st not speake vnto Giue me a wench that will be easily had Not woed with cost And being sent for comes And when I haue her foulded in mine armes Then Cleopatra she or Lucres is I le giue her any tytle Anto. Yet not so much her greatnesse and estate My hopes disharten as her chastitie Pet. Chastitie foole a word not knowne in Courts Well may it lodge in meane and countrey homes Where pouertie and labour keepes them downe Short sleepes and hands made hard with Thuscan Woll But neuer comes to great mens Pallaces Where ease and riches stirring thoughts beget Prouoking meates and surfet wines Inflame Where all there setting forth 's but to be wooed And wooed they would not be but to be wonne Will one man serue Poppea Nay thou shalt Make her as soone contented with an eye Nimphidius to them Nim. Whil'st Nero in the streetes his Pageants shewes I to his faire wiues chamber sent for am You gracious Starres that smiled in my birth And thou bright starre more powerfull then them all Whose fauouring smyles haue made me what I am Thou shalt my God my Fate and fortune bee Ex. Nim. Ant. How sausely you fellow Enters the Empresse chamber Pet. I and her too Antonius knowest thou him Ant. What knowes the onely fauorite of the Court Indeed not many dayes agoe thou mightest Haue not vnlawfully askt that question Pet. Why Is he rais'd Ant. That haue I sought in him But neuer peece of good desert could find Hee is Nimphidias sonne the free'd woman Which basenesse to shake off he nothing hath But his owne pride Pet. You Remember when Gallus Celsus And others too though now forgotten were Great in Poppeas eyes Ant. I doe and did enterpret it in them An honorable fauor she bare vertue Or parts like vertue Pet. The cause is one of theirs and this mans grace I once was great in wauering smiles of Court I fell because I knew Sence haue I giuen My time to my owne pleasures and would now Aduise thee too to meane and safe delights The thigh 's as soft the sheepes backe couereth As that which crimson and with Gold adorn'd Yet cause I see that thy restraind desires Cannot their owne way choose come thou with me Perhapps I le shew thee meanes of remedie Exeunt Two Romans at seuerall dores 1 Rom. Whither so fast man whither so fast 2 Rom. Whither but where your eares doe lead you To Neros Triumphs and the shouts you heare 1 Ro. Why comes he crown'd with Parthian ouerthrow And brings he Volegaesus with him chai'nd 2 Ro. Parthian ouerthrowne why he comes crownd For victories which neuer Roman wonne For hauing Greece in her owne arts ouerthrowne In Singing Dauncing Horse-rase Stage-playing Neuer O Rome had neuer such a Prince 1 Rom. Yet I haue heard our ancestors were crown'd For other Victories 2 Rom. None of our ancestors were ere like him within Nero Apollo Nero Hercules 1 Rom. Harke how th' applauding shouts doe cleare th' ayre This Idle talke will make me loose the sight Two Romans more to them 3 Rom. Whither goe you all 's done i' th Capytall And Nero hauing there his tables hung And Garlands vp is to the Pallace gone T' was beyond wonder I shall neuer see Nay I neuer looke to see the like againe Eighteene hundred and eight Crownes For seuerall victories and the place set downe Where and in what and whom he ouercame 4 Rom. That was set downe it 'h tables that were borne Vpon the Souldiers speares 1 Rom. O made and sometimes vse to other ends 2 Rom. But did he winne them all with singing 3 Rom. Faith all with singing and with stage-playing 1 Rom. So many Crownes got with a song 4 Rom. But did you marke the Greeke Musitians Behinde his Chariot hanging downe their heads Sham'd and orecome in their professions O Rome was neuer honour'd so before 3. Rom. But what was he that rode 'i th Chariot with him 4. Rom. That was Diodorus the Mynstrill that he fauours 3. Rom. Was there euer such a Prince 2. Rom. O Nero Augustus the true Augustus 3. Rom. Nay had you seene him as he rode along With an Olympicke Crowne vpon his head And with a Pithian on his arme you would haue thought Looking on one he had Apollo seem'd On th' other Hercules 2. Rom. I haue heard my father oft repeat the Triumphs Which in Augustus Caesars tymes were showne Vpon his Victorie ore the Jllirians But it seemes it was not like to this 3 4. Rom. Push it could not be like this 2 3 4. O Nero Apollo Nero Hercules Exeunt 2 3 4. Rom. Manet Primus 1. Rom. Whether Augustus Tryumph greater was I cannot tell his Tryumphs cause I know Was greater farre and farre more Honourable What are wee People or our flattering voyces That alwayes shame and foolish things applaud Hauing no sparke of Soule All Eares and eyes Pleas'd with vaine showes deluded by our senses Still enemies to wisedome and to goodnesse exit Enter Nero Poppea Nimphidius Tigellinus Epaphroditus Neophitus and others Nero Now