Marcus Tullius Cicero's Death. Therefore when restless rage of wind and wave He saw: 66 By Fates, alas! call'd for," quod he, "Is hapless Cicero. Sail on, shape course "To the next shore, and bring me to my death! "Perdy, these thanks, rescu'd from civil sword, "Wilt thou, my country, pay?—I see mine end; "So powers divine, so bid the gods above." * * * Speaking no more, but drawing from deep heart I The editions read "prove." 2 Swords. They might, and threats of following routs escape. And with drawn sword Popilius threatening death, What might he do? Should he use in defence No, age forbids, and fix'd within deep breast His country's love, and falling Rome's image. "The chariot turn," sayth he, "let loose the reins! "Run to the undeserved death! me, lo, "Hath Phoebus' fowl, as messenger forewarn'd, "And Jove desires a new heaven's-man to make. "Brutus' and Cassius' souls, live you in bliss! "In case yet all the Fates gainstrive us not, "Neither shall we, perchance, die unreveng'd. "Now have I liv'd, O Rome, enough for me: I Ed. 1567,"tiger." My passed life nought suffereth me to doubt "Noisome oblivion of the loathsome death. "Slay me! yet all th' offspring to come shall "know: "And this decease shall bring eternal life. "Yea, and (unless I fail, and all in vain, "Rome, I sometime thy Augur chosen was,) "Not evermore shall friendly Fortune thee "Favour, Antonius! Once the day shall come "When her dear wights, by cruel spite thus slain, "Victorious Rome shall at thy hands require. "Melikes, therewhile, go see the hoped heaven." Speech had he left, and therewith he, good man, His throat prepar'd, and held his head unmov'd. His hasting to those Fates the very knights Be loth to see, and, rage rebated, when They his bare neck beheld, and his hoar hairs, Scant could they hold the tears that forth 'gan burst, And almost fell from bloody hands the swords. Swaps off the head with his presumptuous iron. Which durst Antonius' life so lively paint. And lo! heart-piercing Pitho (strange to tell) LORD VAUX. This poet (says Mr Warton) was probably Thomas Lord Vaux, of Harrowden, in Northamptonshire, son of Lord Nicholas, with whom (though no poet), as Mr Ritson observes, he has been confounded by Wood, and others. Puttenham gave the first occasion to this mistake. He succeeded his father in 1528, was summoned to Parliament in 1531, and seems to have lived till the latter end of Queen Mary's reign. Two poems in Tottel's collection, viz. "The Assault of Cupid," and that which begins, I loath that I did love," (from whence three stanzas are quoted in the song of the grave-diggers in Hamlet) are certainly his. Several of his pieces are also preserved in " the Paradise of Dainty Devices." Mr Ritson assigns a place among the poets to William lord Vaux, son of the above nobleman, and ascribes to him a share in the poems contained in the collection just mentioned, but adduces no authority. See Percy's Reliques, I. 49, and Lord Walpole's Royal and Noble Authors. The Assault of Cupid upon the Fort, where the Lover's Heart lay wounded, and how he was taken. WHEN Cupid scaled first the fort Wherein my heart lay wounded sore, The battery was of such a sort, That I must yield, or die therefore. |