With your meer ftrength of judgment, and do draw too 3 The world of Rome to follow you! you attire Your felf fo diverfly, and with that spirit!

Still to the nobleft humours! they could make
Love to your drefs, altho' your face were away, they say.
Ful. And body too, and have the better match on't.
Say they not fo too, Galla? now! what news
Travails your count'nance with?

Ser. If't please you, madam,

The lady Sempronia is lighted at the gate.
Gal. Caftor, my dream, my dream.

Ser. And comes to see you.

Gal. For Venus' fake, good madam, fee her.
Ful. Peace,

The fool is wild, I think.

Gal. And hear her talk,

Sweet madam, of ftate-matters, and the fenate.

Sempronia, Fulvia, Galla.

Sem. Fulvia, good wench, how doft thou?

Ful. Well, Sempronia.

Whither are you thus early addrest?

Sem. To fee

Aurelia Oreftilla. She fent for me.

I came to call thee with me; wilt thou go ?
Ful. I cannot now, in troth; I have fome letters
To write, and fend away.

Sem. Alas, I pity thee.

I have been writing all this night (and am

So very weary) unto all the tribes,

And centuries, for their voices, to help Catiline
In his election. We fhall make him conful,
I hope, amongst us. Craffus, I, and Cæfar
Will carry it for him.

Ful. Does he stand for it?

Sem.

Sem. He's the chief candidate.

Ful. Who ftands befide?

(Give me some wine, and powder for my teeth. Sem. Here's a good pearl, in troth,

Ful. A pretty one.

Sem. A very orient one!) there are competitors,
Caius Antonius, Publius Galba, Lucius
Caffius Longinus, Quintus Cornificius,
Caius Licinius, and that talker Cicero.
But Catiline and Antonius will be chofen ;
For four of the other, Licinius, Longinus,
Galba, and Cornificius, will give way:
And Cicero they will not chufe.

Ful. No? why?

Sem. It will be crofs'd by the nobility.

Gal. (How fhe does understand the common bufinefs!)
Sem. Nor were it fit. He is but a new fellow,

An inmate here in Rome, (as Catiline calls him *)
And the patricians fhould do very ill

To let the confulship be fo defil'd

As 't would be, if he obtain'd it! a mere upstart,
That has no pedigree, no houfe, no coat,

No enfigns of a family!

Ful. He has virtue.

Sem. Hang virtue; where there is no blood, 'tis vice, And in him faucinefs. Why fhould he prefume To be more learned, or more eloquent,

Than the nobility? or boaft any quality

Worthy a nobleman, himself not noble?

Ful. 'Twas virtue only, at firft, made all men noble. Sem. I yield you, it might at first, in Rome's poor age,

He is but a NEW FELLOW,

An inmate here in Rome, as Catiline calls him.] Marcus Tullius inquilinus civis urbis Roma. SALLUST. A new fellow was what the Romans called novus homo; the first of his family who ever bore any public office, one that had not the images of his ancestors to

fhew.

When

When both her kings and confuls held the plow,
Or garden'd well but now we have no need

To dig, or loose our sweat for't. We have wealth,
Fortune, and ease; and then their stock to spend on,
Of name, for virtue; which will bear us out
'Gainft all new comers, and can never fail us,
While the fucceffion ftays. And we must glorify
A mushroom? one of yesterday? a fine speaker?
'Cause he has fuck'd at Athens? and advance him,
To our own lofs? no, Fulvia; there are they
Can speak Greek too, if need were. Cæfar, and I,
Have fat upon him; so hath Craffus too,

And others. We have all decreed his reft,
For rifing farther.

Gal. Excellent rare lady!

Ful. Sempronia, you're beholden to my woman here; She does admire you.

Sem. O good Galla, how doft thou?

Gal. The better for your learned ladyship.

Sem. Is this grey powder a good dentifrice?
Ful. You fee I use it.

Sem. I have one is whiter.

Ful. It may be so.

Sem. Yet this fmells well.

Gal. And clean fes

Very well, madam, and refifts the crudities.

Sem. Fulvia, I pray thee, who comes to thee now? Which of our great patricians.

Ful. Faith, I keep

No catalogue of 'em. Sometimes I have one,

Sometimes another, as the toy takes their bloods.
Sem. Thou haft them all. Faith, when was Quintus

Thy special fervant, here?

Ful. My fpecial fervant?

Sem. Yes, thy idolater, I call him.

Ful. He may be yours,

[Curius,

If

you do like him.

Sem.

Sen. How!

Ful. He comes not here; I have forbid him hence. Sem. Venus forbid !

Ful. Why?

Sem. Your fo conftant lover?

Ful. So much the rather.

I would have change. So would you too, I am fure. And now you may have him.

Sem. He's fresh yet, Fulvia.
Beware how you do tempt me.
Ful. Faith, for me

He's fomewhat too fresh indeed; the falt is gone,
That gave him feafon. His good gifts are done.
He does not yield the crop that he was wont.
And for the act, I can have fecret fellows,

With backs worth ten of him, and they fhall please me
(Now that the land is fled) a myriad better.
Sem. And thofe one may command.
Ful. 'Tis true: thefe lordlings,

Your noble fauns, they 're fo imperious, faucy,
Rude, and as boisterous as centaurs, leaping

dy at first fight.

Sem. And must be born

Both with and out, they think.

Ful. Tut, I'll observe

None of 'em all, nor humour 'em a jot

Longer than they come laden in the hand,
And fay, Here's one for t'other.

Sem. Does Cæfar give well?

Ful. They fhall all give, and pay well, that come here, If they will have it; and that, jewels, pearl,

Plate, or round fums to buy thefe. I'm not taken With a cob-fwan, or a high-mounting bull,

As foolish Leda and Europa were;

But the bright gold, with Danae.

For fuch price

I would

I would endure a rough, harfh Jupiter 5,

Or ten fuch thund'ring gamefters, and refrain

To laugh at 'em, till they are gone, with my much fuf

[fering.

Sem. Thou'rt a moft happy wench, that thus canft Use of thy youth and freshness, in the season ; And haft it to make use of.

Ful. Which is the happiness.

Sem. I am now fain to give to them, and keep Mufick, and a continual table, to invite 'em.

[make

Ful. Yes, and they study your kitchen, more than you. Sem. Eat myself out with ufury, and my lord too, And all my officers, and friends befides,

To procure money for the needful charge
I must be at, to have 'em; and yet scarce
Can I atchieve 'em fo.

Ful. Why, that's because

You affect young faces only, and fmooth chins,
Sempronia. If you'd love beards and bristles,
(One with another, as others do) or wrinkles
Who's that? look, Galla.

Gal. 'Tis the party, madam.

Ful. What party? has he no name?

Gal. 'Tis Quintus Curius.

Ful. Did I not bid 'em fay, I kept my chamber?

Gal. Why, fo they do.

Sem. I'll leave you, Fulvia.

Ful. Nay, good Sempronia, ftay.

Sem. In faith, I will not.

Ful. By Juno I would not fee him.

Sem. I'll not hinder you.

Gal. You know he will not be kept out, madam.
Sem. No,

Nor fhall not, careful Galla, by my means.

5 HARSH Jupiter.] Hard Jupiter, edit. 4to.

VOL. III.

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