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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

along You but a tender Child my self though Young Yet of an Age to make that Beauty known Which Heav'n had lent me and some Hearts my own Above the rest Caesar his Passion shows Declares his Love but yet with Caution wooes Fearing the Senate he puts Pompey on Our bus'ness was by their new friendship done Pompey's Authority for his Sake we had And you this way with Royal Robes are clad But Caesar thus to gain us mighty Rome Thought not enough his Love persues us home His Purse as well as Heart he open'd wide And with his Treasure our Low state supply'd His thousand Talents which are yet unpaid Over the Rebells us Victorious made This knew our Dying Father and bestow'd Half that on me to whom the Whole he ow'd He knew the Kingdome was my Beauties prize And that he ow'd his Scepter to these Eyes Betwixt us two by his last Will the Land Restor'd by Caesar does Divided stand And thus you see it is no Partial end But sense of Honour makes me Pompey's friend Ptolom This story is contrived with a Dress Cleop. Of Caesar's coming here is an express The cause I have to bear me like a Queen Shall by your Self this Day perhaps be seen For some years past here treated like a Slave My right with-held which our just Father gave To flatter Slaves I have employ'd my breath Lest your bad Ministers should plot my Death From Photin and Achillas Tyranny Pompey or Caesar now will set me free One of those Two our Difference shall decide And then you 'l know the reason of my Pride Exit Cleopatra Scene the Fourth Ptolomey Photinus Ptolom WHat think you Photin of this haughty Dame Photin This secret never to my Knowledge came Confu●'d Uncertain in my Thoughts I find No mean whereby this Storm may be declin'd Ptolom Shall Pompey Live then Photin No the rather Dye This way you must with your fair Sister vye For Caesar's grace whose Gratitude may prove For such a Service equal to his Love Ptolom VVhat if her Charms with Caesar should prevail Photin She must be flatter'd if you think I fail VVith wise Septimius and Achillas you May take advice what you are next to do Ptolom From the high Tower wee 'l look on Pompey's fate And this Affair at their return debate Exeunt Act Second Scene First Cleopatra sola Cleop. YEs I do Love but must not let the flame Dazle me so as to neglect my Fame My heart feels both its Duties and by turns It sighs for Pompey and for Caesar burns Nor shall the Victors passion make me lose The sense of what our House to Pompey owes She that great Caesar loves should in her Soul Abhorr th' appearance of a Crime so foul It were an Injury to his Desire To think that Baseness can foment the Fire Enter Charmion Charm VVhat do you Caesar love and yet would raise Aegypt to trample on Pharsalia's Bays Stop the high course of Fate your Force direct 'Gainst him you Love and his great Foe protect Love is no Tyrant with you I perceive Cleop. VVith their high Birth Princes this good receive Their Souls partake their Generous race and so Their rudest Passions to their Virtue bow And whilst the Dictates of their own high Blood They dare observe Illustrious and all good That they determine and the ill we find Flows from the Counsel of some Baser Mind Thus is great Pompey lost the King would save A friend distress'd Photinus diggs his Grave Charm Thus then of Caesar we in one Person see At once the Lover and the Enemy Cleop. No thus I Court him and no Charm there is Like that of Virtue o're a Mind like his Charm VVhat we Desire is easily Believ'd And where we Love we soonest are Deceiv'd Cleop. Know then a Queen that holds her Honour dear From no brave man a low neglect can fear And whensoe're she owns her high desire She meets an Equal if no greater Fire But this concerns not me who long ago Gave that great Conquerour the fatal Blow At Rome the haughty Man became my Slave And the first marks of his new Passion gave And since that time each Day some new express Brings me his Vows and tells me his Success Through France through Spain or wheresoe're he flies Fortune attends and Love Accompanies He VVorships me alone and to my Eyes Ascribes the Fame of all his Victories Oft with that hand all Reaking in the gore Of Slaughter'd foes my Pity does implore Beating his breast and with an humble guise Complains of Chains amidst his Victories Vows he no pleasure took on what he had won Till unto me the high Success was known In whose dear I ove alone he can receive The utmost Joys the Conquer'd world can give He offers me his Glory to my Laws Submits that Heart and Hand the VVorld obeys So that my Rigour like Joves Thunder can Make the most VVretched of the Greatest man Charm VVell I dare swear your Charms a Power enjoy VVhich though they boast of they will ne're Employ And the great Caesar shall no Trouble know If it can only from your Rigour grow But what d' you aim at or to what pretend Another VVife does all fair hopes defend The Holy band of Sacred Hymen keep His Soul enchain'd and all such Thoughts asleep Cleop. A fresh Divorce so common at this day May in my favour take those Lets away 'T was so he Marry'd her and who can blame Him to return her by the way she came Charm And who can say but hee 'l serve you so too Cleop. That sure my better Stars wo'nt let him do And if propitious Heaven but bless my Bed With any branch of his Illustrious seed That happy Union of our Blood will Joyn Our Interest so he 'll be for ever mine And since he hath no Children the new tye Will grow upon him and my Youth supply But whatsoe're befall me if I may I le be his Bride and though but one short Day Our Marriage last the Glory ne're can fall To have been once the Mighty Queen of all The Prostrate World this my Ambition says To which be it right or wrong my Soul obeys I Love the Noble heat and 't is alone The generous passion that a Queen may own Charm 'T is not the nearest way to Caesar's Bed Nor this thought greatness to save Pompey's Head Cleop. But 't is the Nobl'st and I should disdain The Highest Title with the Smallest Stain Then wonder not I Pompey thus protect For so my Honour and his Worth direct 'T is for his hapless Virtue all I may And would to Heaven h 'had ta'ne some other way And hope some friendly Storm will yet prevent Upon so Brave a Man our Foul Intent Forcing his Vessel from our Faithless shore But here comes Achoree will tell us more What is it done and is our cursed Land With the high Blood of the great Pompey stain'd Enter Achoree Achor Madam as

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