misery, without making some effort to repel the calamity. But whilst I lament to see my country become the spoil of a faction, Sylla represents me as a seditious man; he tells you that I love discord, and would promote wars and tumults:—and he has this reason for it, because I demand the restitution of the laws of peace!—Yes, it must be so; because there is no other way left to secure your authority, but to permit Vettius, Picens, and Cornelius the scribe, with infamous profusion, to squander the substance which others have acquired with honour and reputation, to give your approbation of the proscriptions of citizens, guiltless of all crimes, but that of having an affluent fortune, to allow the torturing of so many illustrious men, the depopulation of the city by banishment and slaughter, and the exposing to sale the wealth of the miserable citizens; or lavishly bestow it on his creatures, as was the spoil taken from the people of Cimbria. He farther objects against me, that I myself am in possession of a share of the goods of the proscribed, Yes, I am but, that I am, is one of the highest in- stances of his tyranny ;-for neither could: I, nor any other Roman, have been secure, if, in this case, we had strictly adhered to the rules of equity. However, those things which, under the awe of his tyranny, I was constrained to purchase, I am ready to restore to the lawful Towners: for it is far from my intention to enrich myself with the spoils of my fellow citizens.-No ;-let it suffice, that we have endured other dire effects of our tu multuous rage and infatuations:-Roman legions, encountering Roman legions; and those weapons which were before employed only against foreign foes, now 7turned against ourselves. It is time, at last, to close the 1 scene, and put an end to this tragical outrage and vil lainy But, tragical as it is, Sylla is so far from feeling any remorse, that he glories in the perpetration of it; and wants only more power, to proceed to higher acts of tyranny. But it is not so much my concern what opinion you entertain of his character; my fear is, lest you should want resolution to exert yourselves speedily; and, whilst you look upon each other in doubt and sus pense, to see who will lead to the onset, you should unhappily be anticipated; not so much by his superior. strength, which is greatly impaired, as through your own indolence and inactivity; and so fall absolutely under his power, before you attempt to reduce him under yours, and even before he has the confidence to flatter himself with the hopes of such success. For, except a few corrupted minions of his power, who approves of his measures? Nay, who does not wish a total change and revolution, except in that one instance of the spoils of victory? The soldiers, perhaps you will say.-Yes, the soldiers, doubtless, whose blood was spilt to enrich Tarrula and Seyrrus, the vilest of slaves! Or, will those espouse his interest, to whom, in competition for magis, tracy, even Fusidius was by him preferred ?—Fușidius, that detestable pathic, that infamous disgrace to every high office to which he has been elevated. These reflections give me room to hope for assistance from the vic, torious troops, who must at length be sensible, that they have got nothing by a long scene of hardships, by all their wounds and bruises, but an oppressive tyrant: unless they will say that they took the field to demolish the tribunitial power, that very power raised and supported by the virtue of their ancestors; or to divest themselves of all jurisdiction and authority.-Glorious ly, indeed, they were recompensed for their past services, when, sent back to their woods and morasses, all the portion they could obtain was hatred and reproach, whilst the spoils of conquest were engrossed by a few ! How comes it, then, that such numbers follow him; that he still appears with an exulting spirit, and confi dent mien?-How!-because success palliates his vil lainy. The moment fortune turns against him, he will become as much the object of contempt, as he is now of terror. There can be no other reason, unless his decla. ration of establishing peace and harmony; for those specious names has he given to treachery and parricide.— Nay, he has the assurance to affirm, that the Romans can never see an end of their civil wars, unless the expulsion of the plebeians from their paternal inheritances, the most cruel of all depredations that can be committed upon fellow-citizens, be confirmed;-unless all that judicial power and authority, which was once lodged in the Roman people, be vested in himself alone. If you allow this to be establishing peace and harmony, why, then, give your assent to every method of embarrassing the commonwealth ;-then, approve its downfall;tamely submit to the terms of an imperious master ;embrace this peaccable settlement, on the easy condition of bondage and servility;-and, by no means, let posterity want a precedent to instruct them, how the people of Rome may be so wrought upon, as to purchase their own ruin with the price of their own blood! For myself, though the high authority with which I am invested, is sufficient to support the honour of my family, my own dignity, and the protection of my person; yet never has it been the aim and intention of my life, to pursue my own private interest only :-the liberty of my country, though attended with perils, is to me far more inviting, than a state of subjection, with all its allurements of tranquillity. And, if now, my countrymen, you approve of my sentiments, come on; and, with the help of the propitious gods, rise up and follow your chief-follow Marcus Æmilius, your consul, and he will shew you the way to recover your liberty!- PART II. DELIBERATIVE. I. Falconbridge encouraging King John to resist in vasion. BUT wherefore do ye droop? why look you sad? Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire; To arms invasive? Shall a beardless boy, And find ho check? Let us, my liege, to armas II They saw we had a purpose of defence. II. Lord Clifford exhorting Henry the Sixth to protect his crown, and transmit it to his son. My gracious liege, this too much lenity, Who hath not seen them (even with those wings Should lose his birth-right by his father's fault? Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; III. Henry the Fifth exhorting his Soldiers. ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with the English dead: |