SYLLA. Enough, my Anthony, for thy honey'd tongue Washed in a syrup of sweet conserves[109], Driveth confused thoughts through Sylla's mind: Therefore suffice thee, I may nor will not hear. So farewell, Anthony; honour calls me hence: Sylla will fight for glory and for Rome. [_Exit_ SYLLA _and his followers_. L. MERULA. See, noble Anthony, the trustless state of rule, The stayless hold of matchless sovereignty: Now fortune beareth Rome into the clouds, To throw her down into the lowest hells; For they that spread her glory through the world, Are they that tear her proud, triumphant plumes: The heart-burning pride of proud Tarquinius Rooted from Rome the sway of kingly mace, And now this discord, newly set abroach, Shall raze our consuls and our senates down. ANTHONY. Unhappy Rome, and Romans thrice accurs'd! That oft with triumphs fill'd your city walls With kings and conquering rulers of the world, Now to eclipse, in top of all thy pride, Through civil discords and domestic broils. O Romans, weep the tears of sad lament, And rend your sacred robes at this exchange, For fortune makes our Rome a banding ball[110], Toss'd from her hand to take the greater fall. GRANIUS. O, whence proceed these foul, ambitious thoughts, That fire men's hearts and make them thirst for rule? Hath sovereignty so much bewitch'd the minds Of Romans, that their former busied cares, Which erst did tire in seeking city's good, Must now be chang'd to ruin of her walls? Must they, that rear'd her stately temples up, Deface the sacred places of their gods? Then may we wail, and wring our wretched hands, Sith both our gods, our temples, and our walls, Ambition makes fell fortune's spiteful thralls. [_Exeunt all_. [_A great alarum. Let young_ MARIUS _chase_ POMPEY over the stage, and old_ MARIUS _chase_ LUCRETIUS. _Then let enter three or four Soldiers, and his ancient with his colours, and_ SYLLA _after them with his hat in his hand: they offer to fly away_. SYLLA. Why, whither fly you, Romans, What mischief makes this flight? Stay, good my friends: stay, dearest countrymen! 1ST SOLDIER. Stay, let us hear what our Lord Sylla say'th.