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A34585	Pompey the Great a tragedy as it was acted by the servants of His Royal Highness the Duke of York / translated out of French by certain persons of honour.; Mort de Pompée. English	Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684.; Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.; Dorset, Charles Sackville, Earl of, 1638?-1706.; Sedley, Charles, Sir, 1639?-1701.	1664 (1664)	Wing C6319; ESTC R2242	31,433	62

you commanded to the place I follow'd 'em where I in little space Saw the whole Treason the Great Pompey bleed And every passage of that Barbarous deed And since you do command me here proclame That glorious Death which covers us with shame Hearken admire and his strange Fate deplore His Vessel now in sight of our false Shore Had strucken Sail and he with Joy beheld Our Gally's coming which his Murderers fill'd Thought our brave King toucht with a generous sense Of the Sad Fortunes of so Great a Prince Had sent his Fleet but when that he perceiv'd The Armed Boat he soon was undeceiv'd Found the Base man Ingratefull to such Worth Instead of Aid had sent his Murderers forth Cleop. How great a Curse Heaven on that Prince does send Whom they do Power without Virtue lend How much more Blest are they that cannot reach That height of Mischief which their Natures teach Whose Lives and Faults are private so that Fame Can lay no lasting Blot upon their name But this base Stain will stick upon our House Whilst Memphis stands or Nilus overflows But how did Pompey on the Villains look Achor He was with Wonder and not Terror strook Some little Fear surpriz'd him but he soon Recall'd his Temper and then thought alone Regardless of himself how he might save His dear Cornelia from the present Grave Let us expose alone these Silver hairs To the reception that base Land prepares Fly then he said wh●lst the whole Storm I bear And to take Vengeance by thy restless care Our noble Juba bears a Braver mind With him thy Father and my Sons thou'lt find Yet if they fail and meet untimely Deaths Never despair whilst the bold Cato breaths Thus whilst their Loves contest the fatal Bark Makes towards them Septimius as a mark Of Service gives his hand in his own Tongue Salutes him Emperour as from the Young Aegyptian Monarch Step great Sir he said Into this Boat Quick-sands and Shelves have made Our Ports unsafe for greater Ships even then Our Heroe saw the baseness of the Men Yet shew'd no Change but keeping in his face His wonted Majesty and fearless Grace With the same Count'nance towards his Death doth go Wherewith he wont whole Kingdoms to bestow His Virtue intire attends him in his fate Of all the followers of his happier State His freed-man Philip then remain'd alone From him I learnt what I have now made known And this is all Madam that he exprest My Eyes have seen my Heart would sigh the rest Caesar himself when his sad Fate he hears To such Misfortunes cann't deny his Tears Cleop. O spare not mine proceed this one relief I have that nothing can increase my grief Achor Far off we saw him coming and not one Of all that Troop but his Discourse did shun Which strange contempt made him too well perceive The Entertainment he should soon receive At length they came to Land and as he stept A shore Achillas that base Traitor leapt Forth of the Boat and the first Wound he made Then all at once basely his Life invade All of one Land degenerate Sons of Rome That should his Guard his Murderers become Achillas's self that set the Villains on Stood yet amaz'd to see 't so boldly done Cleop. Ye Gods that give the World to civil War When ye Revenge his Death our City Spare Find out the Hands and punish not the Town The crime of Memphis was by Romans done But how does he receive their Treachearous blows Achor Part of his Robe over his Face he throws And without seeing it his Fate obey'd Disdain'd the Heav'ns that had his cause betray'd To look at then lest Dying he might seem Or Aid or Vengeance to implore of them No feeble part though of his failing breath ●ut shew'd him worthy of a Nobler Death His Head cut off is by the Villains shew'n Like some proud Trophie when a Battels won And his Dead Body to the Seas expos'd Floats now at randome in no Urn inclos'd At such a sight the poor Cornelia lost Cleop. Great Gods in what Distraction was she Tost Achor Her Mournfull hands to cruel Heaven she lifts Yet pays Subbmission to its hidden Drifts And then again o'recome with suddain grief Falls in a Sound and seems to hate Relief Her men the while plying the Oars amain With frighted haste the Milder Sea regain But yet I fear they cannot scape for base Septimius does them with six Vessels chace VVho to compleat his Crime endeavours shews And Pompey even after Death persues Cleop. Unequall'd Villais O! Accursed brood Are they not Glutted with that Hero's Blood That thus his dearer half they do persue Forgetting all that to her Sex is due Achor Mean while Achillas doth in Triumph bring His horrid Present to our Faithless King The people as he goes astonisht mourn And from the hated sight their Faces turn A general horrour doth their Souls invade Some fear the Ground will open and be made Their common Grave others loud Thunder hear To every one does some strange Sight appear So does the Guilt distract them and present Unto their Thoughts th' excess of Punishment His freed-man Philip in a Servants mind Shews yet a Courage of the Noblest kind He follows his Dead Lord and watches where Or to what Shore the Angry main will bear The Headless Trunck that he may duely burn And put his Sacred Ashes in an Urn But as toward Africk they Cornelia chase Caesar appears and almost hide the face Of spacious Neptune with his Numerous Fleet. Cleop. It must be he in that we plainly see 't Tremble ye Villains of this impious Land Cleopatra now holds Thunder in her hand May throw 't on whom she will Caesar is come She is your Queen her angry Breath your Doom Let us admire the while th' uncertain state Of human greatness and by Pompey's fate Learn what our own may be This Prince that sway'd Th' Imperial Senate whom the world Obey'd Whom Fortune seem'd to have advanc'd above Her own proud reach who did more terrour move In Rome than Loudest Thunder whom she saw Three times her proud Triumphal Chariots draw Who in these last extremes and falling state Both Consulls had Companions of his Fate When Fortune once neglected him we see Aegyptian Monsters of his Head decree We see a Photin and Achillas straight The great Disposers of the highest Fate A King that from his Hands a Crown receives Him to the hands of Basest Villains gives So Pompey falls and so perhaps one Day The now Victorious and great Caesar may But O ye powerfull Gods that see my Tears Assist my Wishes and avert my Fears Achor Madam the King is coming Enter Ptolomey Photinus Ptolom Do you know the Honour we are like to have Cleop. Yes Caesar's come I 'm no more Photin's Slave Ptolom Sister you always hate that worthy Man Cleop. No but I now despise the worst he can Ptolom Of what design of his can you

I should appease Romes Anger with your Head VVithout regard to seeming Love your State Or too late Penitence Indulge my Fate And make your Throne it self the Tragick Stage Did not your Sister obviate my Rage Your guilty Blood my Pardon only gains Because it runs in Cleopatra's Veins On your base Flatterers the fault I lay And am content their Lives the forfeit pay Guilty or Innocent I shall Esteem You as you Spare or as you Punish them Mean while to Pompey let new Altars rise VVith Honours such as to the Deities Are paid with Sacrifice your Crime repair And in that Work imploy your Cheifest care Among your Courtiers order this Design And leave me otherwise imploy'd with mine Exit Ptolomey Scene the Third ANtonius have you Aegypts Princess seen Anton. Yes and all wonders met in that fair Queen Heav'n never yet in such a Union Joyn'd All Beauties Charms with an Accomplish'd mind Her Look with a sweet Majesty replete The coldest Hearts invades with Conquering heat Her Wit surprizes and her bright Eyes so That were I Caesar I should Love her too Caesar. But how does she our offer'd Love receive Anton. As if she durst not but yet did believe With Weak Denials she invites to sue And seems not worthy though she thinks it due Caesar. Shall I prevail Anton. What doubt if you Command Her that Expects a Scepter from your Hand How should your Passion fear to be repell'd What can oppose him that has Pompey quell'd All the Objection that her Caution brings Is the Contempt that Romans have of Kings Something she 's troubl'd with Calphurnia too But all will Vanish at the sight of you To pleasing Hopes these Fears will soon give place When you shall Woo her with a Conquerours Grace Caesar. Le ts go and free her from this Trivial fear By making Caesars matchless Love appear Come le ts away Anton. Before you wait on her Know that Cornelia is your Prisoner Brought by Septimius whom his late Crimes raise To great Expectance of your thanks and praise Your Guards by Order when they first took Shore Led them tow'rds you without Expressing more Caesar. She must come in these News untimely stay Impatient hopes with Languishing delay O the Excess of Greatness that Imploys Our Life in Business and Deferrs our Joys Scene the Fourth Enter Cornelia with a Guard Septim MY Lord Caesar. Septimius to your Master go No Traitors shall abide with Caesar no Degenerate wretch that Roman Swords could bring From Pompeys Camp or mine to serve a King Cornel. Caesar for Envious Fates that I out-brave Can make me but your Prisoner not your Slave Expect not that their Rage should make me Bow To call you Lord That Homage is below Young Crassus Pompey's Widdow Scipio's Blood And what 's yet more a Roman Born how shou'd I stoop to that who am so much above The power of Fortune in my Birth and Love For Life 't is that I Blush to own that I Could stay behind when I saw Pompey Dye Though Pity with rude Force impos'd restraint From Steel or Waves It is my shame to want Those borrowed helps for loss of such a Friend Excess of Grief should Lingring Torments end Death were my Glory that your Captive I Live is the last Degree of Misery Caesar. The Nature of your Grief so Violent Does to your Thoughts through a Dark Veil present All black like Aegyp●s Monsters this belief Of them were Just not where a Roman's chief Cornel. O Heav'n upon my Birth what Planets shin'd That I must praise their Clemency to find My greatest Foe Rule here rather than one My Husbands hand Restor'd to his lost Throne Caesar upon your Triumphs set less rate Effects produc'd by my Disastrous fate Ruine my Portion to both Husbands paid Theirs and the whole Worlds Fortune has out-weigh'd 'T is I that with my Nuptial Knot ill ty'd Twice made the Gods forsake the Juster side O that on Caesar I had been bestow'd That Rome to my Misfortune might have ow'd Her freedome and thy Family the bane Of blasting Stars led thither as my Train Think not to change my Hate a Heart like mine Though force may Captivate can ne're incline Basely to sue what e're your Order Threats Cornelia neither Trembles nor Intreats Caesar. O worthy half of an Illustrious mate Your Courage we admire and mourn your Fate From whence you Sprung this great Heart amply proves And your Just Title to such Worthy Loves Young Crassus Pompey's Virtues whose reward Fate could not pay Scipio's great Soul the Guard Of our Distress'd and Threatned Deities Speak with your Voice and Sparkle in your Eyes No Dame so highly Married and so Born Does Rome the Mistress of the World Adorn Would Jove and all the Gods your Scipio sav'd From Punick Rage had heard but what I crav'd That in your Hero's Brest no mis-conceit Of my Design had made him thus retreat To Barbarous Courts on us he had rely'd And stop't his Flight to hear me Justified Then had I Triumph'd with a happier Doom Over Mistakes and Strife not Him and Rome And he his Losses recompenc'd might prove In the full Treasure of his Rivals Love To Live his Equal and to Dye his Friend Of my Contention was the only End His Mind once setled in a quiet state His Pardon I had got for partial Fate And with it gain'd Romes Alienated heart When she had known I had in his a part Cornel. Caesar great Promises are safely made Where the performance is but to a Shade The way 's too Common and we easily find Men to the Ashes of their Rivals kind Be still your self for we receive your Hate With better Welcome than a Love so Late Caesar. Yet Madam since with him these Hopes must Dye And Envious Fates so great a Joy deny To what is left of him that is to You Caesar shall render what to Both is due Be Mistriss of your Self I only pray The favour from you of a Two Days stay To be a Witness after all your Hate How I Resent his Loss Revenge his Fate That so the World for all the late Spilt flood May know the Price I set on Roman Blood Madam I leave you for a Moment see Good Lepidus that her Attendance be As Roman Ladies ought That is above What 's paid to greatest Queens let all things move At her Command Cornel. O Cruelty of Fate That I such Virtue should be forc't to Hate Exeunt Act Fourth Scene First Ptolomey Achillas Photinus Ptolom BEyond belief is the sad News you tell By the same Hand and Sword that Pompey fell Septimius slain Achillas wert thou there Saw'st thou the sad Effect of his Despair Achil. I saw him Dye and with his latest Breath Seem to advise us in the Pangs of Death To Judge of Caesars slow advised Rage Wrath soon Inflam'd as quickly may Asswage But study'd Anger and deliberate Hate Grows up with Time and carries certain fate Nor must

Death since they Offended you But then my Reputation suffers too If for my Crimes these VVorthless VVretches Dye I shall Live Heir to all their Infamy Oblige me Sister let your Eyes bright Charms Melt the Stern man like Lightning through his Arms That I to you may Owe with gratefull shame My Life my Kingdome and what 's more my Fame Cleop. VVere it in me to Punish or Forgive My Scorn is great enough to let them Live But to solicit Caesar 't will be Vain Since by their Hands Pompey was basely Slain His Blood with Caesar's Justice will oppose This strange Desire of mine to save my Foes Once for your Sake I did their Pardons crave He the Discourse to something else did VVave And such a Kind of careless Cunning us'd My Prayer was neither Suffer'd nor Refus'd But now at your Request I 'le fully prove VVhat Interest I have in Caesar's Love And I dare Hope Ptolom He comes let me begone You 'l have more Power when you are alone My presence might another Passion move I 'le wholly leave him to your Self and Love Exeunt Scene the Third Caesar Cleopatra Antonius Lepidus Charmion Achoreus Romans Caesar. MY Queen this Storm is laid without much harm A small Commotion gave a great Alarm But when I left you I began to find A greater Tumult in my Troubled mind Love my most powerfull Passion made me hate Success and Greatness Curse the Cruel fate That rais'd me since thus great I cannot spare My self one hour of Joy but some new Care Still calls me from you yet I straight again Am reconcil'd to Fortune and restrain My Causeless passion nay adore my Bays Since they my Hopes as well as Person raise To that Auspicious height from whence I see So fair a Prospect of Felicity That I dare hope Requital of my Flame Though my Ambitious Love make you his Aim You now may Caesar with like Ardour meet Kings cast their Crowns and Scepters at my feet But if the World a Monarch yet contains Who more deserves the Glory of your Chains On whose high Throne you might with greater State Give Laws to Nations and Dispose of Fate By force of Arms I would my Title prove His Rival less for Empire than for Love Nor should I hope you would my Flames allow Till I had made so great a Rival bow These were the Ambitious hopes which have thus farr Engag'd your Caesar in a Civil Warr And that I might this glorious Right maintain I Conquer'd Pompey on Pharsalia's Plain Where e're I Fought your Beauty did afford Strength to my Arm and Sharpness to my Sword And all the fair Success I had in Arms Were the Effects of your Bright Beauties Charms Which in my Breast did first this Passion move And now has Rais'd me Equal to your Love Since I without a Rival am become Master of all the World and Head of Rome These are the Titles that my Valour gave Which love innobles by the name of Slave And I am more than Blest if you approve And perfect the Success of humble Love Cleop. These Honours are too great I needs must know What Cleopatra does to Caesar owe And should I nicely still conceal my Flame I must my Love and Reason too Disclaim Your high Affections did my Child-hood grace When Beauty only Budded in my Face Then first you gave and since restor'd my Crown After all this I must a Passion own And that my Heart no longer can exclude The force of Love and that of Gratitude But yet alas my glorious Birth and Fate The Restoration of my Crown and State And all the Honours I from you enjoy My better Hopes and my Desires Destroy If Rome be still the same my Lofty Throne Instead of Raising casts me lower down And marks of Regal power like Brands of shame Render me more Unworthy of your Flame Yet I dare hope since I your Power know And what the Gods to so much Virtue owe That I by you this haughty Rome shall see Bound in the Golden Chains of Monarchy Then she shall soon forget the Cruel hate She always bore to Kings while yet a State Growing Enamour'd of your Scepters awe Whilst your Examples serve her for a Law She shall from you far Nobler Maxims take And Love all Princes for her Caesar's sake How well may I expect this Change of Rome From him that could great Pompey overcome Your Power I know can greater Wonders do And I implore no other God but you Caesar. When Love bids Caesar use his utmost Force Wonders grow easie and ne're stop my Course My Ensigns stain'd with Gore should I display I in a March might Conquer Africa And the Remains of my Despised Foes Would to my Arms their Flying Backs oppose Then wanting Power this proud this haughty Rome Should Caesars servil Flatterer become At my return she shall our Triumph meet And cast her Pride and Hatred at your feet And whilst I here persue my glorious Fate She shall e're long become my Advocate And with all humble Duty beg a Race Of glorious Caesars from your Chaste imbrace This Fruit I hope from my Victorious Bays Rather than large Dominion or high Praise But e're I reach this height of Happiness I must forsake all that I now possess Oh that my Foes were Men so void of Fear That they durst come and bid me Battel here Now at too dear a Rate I Conquest buy Since I lose you to gain a Victory But this my Fondness Love will disallow To gain you ever I must leave you now Where e're they fly I thither must remove To perfect Conquest and deserve your Love But e're I go from those all Conquering Eyes Let me receive the Soul of Victories That all my Foes may cry struck with pale Dread He comes he sees and we are Conquered Cleop. Too much great Sir I must such Love abuse Which makes me Sin and will my Fault excuse You gave me Freedome Life and Scepter too Which gives me Confidence to Trouble you And I Conjure you by Loves powerfull Charms By the Success which still attends your Arms By your fair Hopes and mine by all that 's good You would not Die my Royal Robes in Blood Be gracious Sir and pardon or let me As my first Act of Soveraignty Photin and Achillas we should Disdain And they are Punish'd now they see me Reign And this their Crime Caesar. Ah take some other way To shew your Power how soon should I obey But this my Queen is more than Tyranny To lay their Baseness and their Crimes on me Some Worthier Subjects to your Mercy take And think what 's done already for your Sake That with the King himself I dare dispence Were not my Flames Scene the Fourth Caesar Cornelia Cleopatra Achoreus Antonius Lepidus Charmion and Romans Cornel. CAesar make some Defence They have Design'd thy Death and that thy Blood With Pompey's Gore should make one Purple flood If not prevented this

we hope his Fury will decline He calls it Just Revenge 't is meer Design With Pompey's Ghost a League he would Contract And Punishing that much Repented Act Strives to obtain for Caesar Grasps at all Empire and Glory by his Rivals fall Ptolom Ah! had thy good Advice Belief obtain'd Without a Master Ptolomey had Reign'd But Kings still chuse Govern'd by some ill Fate The worst Advice after a Long debate Destiny blinds them or if any Light Seem to inform it but deceives their Sight And with delusive Glimmerings leads them on Till they have Reach'd their own Destruction Photin I was deceiv'd in Caesar all this while For he his Rivals Death doth Murder style But since th' ungratefull Tyrant can Defame So a Great a Service with so Foul a Name By the same Hand let his own Blood be spilt And we in that will wash our former Guilt Now I prescribe no Bounds to your Swoln heart Nor would deferr Revenge till he depart This sharp Disease must have a Sudden Cure Let us no more his Insolence indure By Caesar's Death wee 'l Pompey 's Ghost appease Secure our Selves and give the whole World ease When Rome her Self shall call him Tyrant too And owe her Peace and Liberty to you Ptolom Photinus now thy Reasons must perswade Shall I descend to be of him Affraid VVhom I have Rais'd and made thus to be Fear'd No no my Vengeance shall not be Deferr'd That in one day Aegypt may twice become The great Disposer of the Fates of Rome Caesar forget thy Pride for Battel 's won And only think of what my Power has done For Pompey fell beneath the Fatal stroke Pompey who once thy Envy could provoke And therefore was as Great the VVorld shall see That thou art Mortal too as well as he To the Dead Hero thou art grown so kind 'T were Cruelty to keep thee here behind Achil. Sir to our Selves it were at once his fall Gives full Revenge and Safety to us all Revenge and Safety dear to all Mankind And in his Death their Interests are Joyn'd Ptolom Nor shalt thou Caesar of thy Justice boast I must appease both Romes and Pompey's Ghost And of thy Insolence Revenge will take VVho spar'st a King but for his Sisters sake Nor shall my Fortunes still in Danger lye Both of her Hate and thy Inconstancy That when you please those Toyes my Life and Crown Reward a Smile or Punishes a Frown No my Respects and Fears are laid aside Thou shalt not long enjoy thy cruel Pride And since thou didst Command me to prepare Victims for Pompey with advice and care I have Obey'd thee Tyrant and I see There is no fitter Sacrifice than thee Whose Blood might sooner on the Altar spilt Appease his Ghost or Expiate our Guilt But 't is in Vain my Friends with Angry words To threaten Caesar we must know what Swords We can Employ to Exectue our Will The Tyrants Army are our Masters still Let us consult and suddenly advise How to Destroy 'em by a close Surprize Achil. Sir Let us first secure our own Defence You have six Thousand men some two Miles hence Which I from several Quarters have drawn down For fear of Stirs in this Tumultuous Town With all their Care the Romans have not found A secret Sally we have under Ground Through which by Night unknown to Caesars Guard We may Conduct them to the Palace Yard For should we now the Roman Host invade With Trumpets Sounding Ensigns wide Display'd Head-long we might to Death and Danger run And vainly perish e're our Work were done No at the Feast let him receive his Doom Doubly before with Love and Wine o'recome Then if we can but Muster all our Powers I 'm Consident the Towns-men will be ours For I perceive the Tyrant does Incense Their Anger 's by his Pomp and Insolence And when they saw his Vessels under Sail Proudly inforce our fearfull Fleet to Vail They scarcely could those Sparks of Anger tame Which we will quickly Blow into a Flame But above all the Valiant Roman Band Whom Dead Septimius lately did Command By all the Gods and Powers above have Sworn To be Reveng'd of Caesar's Bloody scorn Ptolom But how to fix our Weapons in his Breast If all his Guard surround him at the Feast Photin Great Sir the Roman Souldiers in your Pay Amongst the Servants of Cornelia Have met with Friends and Kinsmen who may be Fit Actors all in this Great Tragedy These we shall soon perswade to undertake Their Tyrants Slaughter for their Masters sake They as Cornelia's Train have free access Which may assure us of a good Success So that whilst Caesar flatters Pompey's Wife He would secure but shall expose his Life But Cleopatra comes smooth your Rough Brow And wisely seem with Servil fear to bow We must begon being Objects of her Hate Ptolom Go and expect me I 'le be with you straight Scene the Second Ptolomey Cleopatra Charmion Cleop. BRother with Caesar I have done my best To make your Peace and Calm his Angry breast Ptolom 'T was nobly done I could have hop'd no more Though I had us'd you like your Self before But your brave Lover Sister left you soon Cleop. Some little Tumult raised in the Town Lest that their Rage and Numbers should encrease He would himself secure the publique Peace And I was glad that I had time to tell This happy News since none can do 't so well I saw great Caesars brow without a frown You need not fear your Person nor your Crown Caesars so much your Friend that for your sake He 's mov'd to Pity the advice you take Of such base Counsel who in every thing Will make ye more a Tyrant than a King These men Composed of the Coursest Earth Whose Souls are baser than their Obscure Birth You give 'em power and set 'em up to Reign Cloath 'em with Purple but 't is all in Vain Their Native Baseness is a foul Disease Which none can Cure and such Men as these Faintly let fall when Rais'd to high Commands The Weighty Scepters from their Trembling hands Ptolom Sister 't is true and now I find too late How ill I chose my Ministers of State Had I left them and been Advis'd by you I 'd Liv'd with Glory as my Equals do And had deserv'd the Kindness which you still Retain for me though I have usd you Ill My Palace then had been the Happy place VVhere Caesar might his Conquer'd Son Imbrace And when the World had found all Troubles cease She ' d been oblig'd to Aegypt for her Peace I as a Friend to both had by the Laws Of Aegypt Judg'd of the great Roman Cause But since what 's past can now find no redress To you I freely may my Griefs express I us'd you Ill and your Revenge was shewn In the preserving both my Life and Crown Subdue your Self still in this Noble strife And save Photinus and Achillas Life They merit