Faster than you can reap. What is your plot? Cur. Why now my Fulvia looks like her bright name, And is her self! Ful. Nay, answer me, your plot: I pray thee tell me, Quintus. Cur. Ay, these sounds Become a mistress. Here is harmony! When you are harsh, I see the way to bend you Is not with violence, but service. A lady is a fire; gentle, a light. Cruel, Ful. Will you not tell me what I ask you? Cur. All [Kisses and flatters him along still. That I can think, sweet love, or my breast holds, pour into thee. I'll Ful. What is your design then? Cur. I'll tell thee; Catiline shall now be consul: But you will hear more shortly. Ful. Nay, dear love―― Cur. I'll speak it in thine arms; let us go in. 3 Ful. Quite through Our subtle lips.] i. e. thin, fine. So Shakspeare: "Like to a bowl upon a subtle ground." And Spenser has a parallel expression: "Cover'd with lids devised of substance sly.” WHAL. These "thin, fine, sly" lips are none of Jonson's. His arelips, acquainted with the mystery of kissing: soft and balmy, like those of Dame Pliant, in the Alchemist: "Subtle lips, that must be tasted often Rome will be sack'd, her wealth will be our prize; CHORUS. 4 Great father Mars, and greater Jove, Our consuls now are to be made; The commonwealth. Let whom we name Such as not seek to get the start In state, by power, parts or bribes, By virtue, modesty, desart. Such as to justice will adhere, Whatever great one it offend: And from th' embraced truth not bend For envy, hatred, gifts or fear; 4 Of your great nephew,] i. e. grandson. The Romans used nepos both for a nephew and a grandchild: hence the former word in our old writers is common in either sense. Examples are unnecessary. 22 37 That by their deeds will make it known, Such the old Bruti, Decii were, The Fabii, Scipios; that still thought And to her honour so did knit, As all their acts were understood The sinews of the public good; And they themselves, one soul with it. These men were truly magistrates, These neither practised force nor forms; Nor did they leave the helm in storms: And such they are make happy states. 5 The Cipi, Curtii, who did give Themselves for Rome.] The story of the Bruti, Decii, and Curtii is well known; that of Cipus needs a little explanation: Genutius Cipus was a Roman prætor, who going out of the city, perceived horns to sprout suddenly from his head; inquiring into the prodigy, the aruspices declared that, if he returned into the city, it portended he would become a king: to prevent this, out of love to his country, he voluntarily went into exile. The story is told by Valerius Maximus, lib. v. cap. 6. Ovid gives it more at large in the 15th book of the Metamorphoses. WHAL. ACT III. SCENE I. The Field of Mars. Enter CICERO, CATO, CATULUS, ANTONIUS, CRASSUS, CESAR, Chorus, Lictors, and People. Cic. Great honours are great burdens, but on whom They are cast with envy, he doth bear two loads. He finds no pardon: and for doing well A most small praise, and that wrung out by force. I speak this, Romans, knowing what the weight • Great honours &c.] Jonson has taken especial care to involve his machinery in complete obscurity: so that I have been reduced to guess not only at every exit and entrance in the piece; but also at every place of the action. I know not how fortunate I may have been in this: but assuredly I should not have ventured on so laborious and unthankful a task had I not had more confidence in the reader's lenity than my own judgment. Here, however, the scene is sufficiently marked-Cicero is now in the Campus Martius, addressing the centuries after his unanimous election to the consulship. Catiline, strange to say, was a candidate for the same honour; but he was rejected with indignation, and C. Antonius given to Cicero for a colleague. The history here, as every where else, is closely and critically followed. And vow to owe it to no title else, Wanting an ear, or nose; no forged tables Cra. [Aside to Cæsar.] Now the vein swells! Cic. And to have. Your loud consents from your own utter'd voices, Not silent books; nor from the meaner tribes, That neither they upbraid, nor you repent you; me. 7 In my just year.] i. e. the 43d year of his age; none being capable of the consulship before that age. WHAL. |