These friends thus gone t is more then time we minded Our lost friend Vibius Gab. You can want no friends See our two Consuls Sir betwixt them bringing The worthy Brutus Enter two Consuls leading Brutus betwixt them 1 Cons. We attend my Lord With no meane friend to spirit your next encounter Six thousand of our choice Patriciaâ— youths Brought in his conduct 2 Cons. And though neuer yet He hath saluted you with any word Or looke of slendrest loue in his whole life Since that long time since of his fathers death By your hand authord yet see at your need He comes to serue you freely for his Country Pom. His friendly presence making vp a third With both your persons I as gladly welcome As if Ioâ—es triple flame had guilt this field And lightn'd on my right hand from his shield Bru. I well assure my selfe Sir that no thought In your ingenious construction touches At the aspersion that my tendred seruice Proceeds â—â—om my despaire of elsewhere safety But that my Countreys safety owning iustly My whole habilities of life and fortunes And you the ablest fâ—utor of her safty Her loue and for your loue of her your owne Only makes sacred to your vse my offering Pom. Farre fly all other thought from my construction And due acceptance of the liberall honor Your loue hath done me which the gods are witnesse I take as stirr'd vp in you by their fauours Nor lesse esteeme it then an offering holy Since as of all things man is said the measure So your full merits measure forth a man 1 Cons. See yet my Lord more friends 2 Cons. Fiue Kings your seruants Enter fiue Kings Hib. Conquest and all grace crowne the gracious Pompey To serue whom in the sacred Romane safety My selfe Iberâ—as King present my forces Thess. And I that hold the tributary Throne Of Grecian Thessaly submit my homage To Rome and Pompey Cil. So Cilicia too Epir. And so Epiruâ— Thra. Lastly I from Thrace Present the duties of my power and seruice Pom. Your royall aides deserue of Rome and Pompey Our vtmost honorâ— O may now our fortune Not ballance her broad breast twixt two light wings Nor on a slippery globe sustaine her steps But as the Spartans say the Paphian Queene The flood Eurotaâ— passing laid aside Her Glasse her Ceston and her amorous graces And in Lycurgus fauor arm'd her beauties With Shield and â—aueline so may fortune now The flood of all our enemies forces passing With her faire Ensignes and arriu'd at ours Displume her shoulders â—ast off her wing'd shooes Her faithlesse and still-rowling stone spurne from her And enter our powers as she may remaine Our firme assistent that the generall aydes Fauours and honors you performe to Rome May make her build with you her endlesse home Oâ—â— The gods vouchsafe it and our causes right Dem. What suddaine Shade is this obserue my Lords The night me thinks comes on before her houre Thunder and lightning Gab. Nor trust me if my thoughts conceiue not so Bru. What thin clouds fly the winds like swiftest shafts Along aires middle region 1 Cons. They presage Vnusuall tempests 2 Cons. And t is their repaire That timelesse darken thus the gloomy ayre Pom. Let 's force no omen from it but avoid The vapors furies now by Iouâ— employd Thunder continued and Caesar enters disguisde The wrathfull tempest of the angry night Where hell flyes mufl'd vp in clouds of pitch Mingl'd with Sulphure and those dreadfull bolts The Cyclops Ram in Ioues Artillery Hath rousde the furies arm'd in all their horrors Vp to the enuious seas in spight of Caesar. O night O ielous night of all the noblest Beauties and glories where the gods haue stroke Their foure digestions from thy gastly Chaos Blush thus to drowne them all in this houre sign'd By the necessity of â—ate for Caesar. I that haue ransackt all the world for worth To forme in man the image of the gods Must like them haue the power to check the worst Of all things vnder their celestiall Empire Stoope it and burst it or breakâ— through it all With vse and safety till the Crowne be set On all my actions that the hand of nature In all her worst works ayming at an end May in a master-peece of hers be seru'd With tops and state fit for his virtuous Crowne Not lift arts thus farre vp in glorious frame To let them vanish thus in smoke and shame This riuer Anius in whose mouth now lyes A Pynnace I would passe in to fetch on My armies dull rest from Brunduâ—ium That is at all times else exceeding calme By reason of a purling winde that flyes Off from the shore each morning driuing vp The billows farre to sea in this night yet Beares such a terrible gale put off from sea As beats the land wind back and thrusts the flood Vp in such vproare that no boat dare stirre And on it is disperst all Pompeys nauy To make my perill yet more enuious Shall I yet shrinke for all were all yet more There is a certaine need that I must giue Way to my paste none knowne that I must giue Enter Master of a ship with Sailors Mast. What battaile is there fought now in the ayre That threats the wrack of nature Caes. Master come Shall we thrust through it all Mast. What lost man Art thou in hopes and fortunes that dar'st make So desperate a motion Caes. Launch man and all thy feares fraight disauow Thou carriest Caesar and his fortunes now Act III. Scene I. Pompey two Consuls fine Kings Brutus Gabinius Demetrius NOw to Pharsalia where the smarting strokes Of our resolu'd contention must resound My Lords and friends of Rome I giue you all Such welcome as the spirit of all my fortunes Conquests and triumphs now come for their croâ—â—â— Can crowne your fauours with and serue the hopes Of my deare Country to her vtmost wish I can but set vp all my being to giue So good an end to my forerunning Acts The powers in me that formd them hauing lost No least time since in gathering skill to better But like so many Bees haue brought me home The sweet of whatsoeuer flowers haue growne In all the meâ—des and gardens of the world All which hath growne still as the time encrease In which t was gather'd and with which it stemm'd That what decay soeuer blood inferr'd Might with my mindes store be suppli'd and cher'd All which in one fire of this instant fight I le burne and sacrifice to euery cinder In sacred offering to my Countreys loue And therefore what euent soeuer sort As I no praise will looke for but the good Freely bestow on all if good succeed So if aduerse fate fall I wish no blame But th' ill befalne me made my fortunes shame Not mine nor my fault 1 Cons. We too well loue Pompey To doe him that iniustice Bru. Who more thirsts The Conquest then resolues to beare the foile Pom. Said Brutus-like
Exeunt Enter Caesar Anthony Acilius with souldiers Caes. O We haue slaine not conquerd Roman blood Peruerts th' euent and desperate blood let out With their owne swords Did euer men before Enuy their owne liues since another liu'd Whom they would willfully conceiue their foe And forge a Tyrant merely in their feares To iustifie their slaughters Consuls furies Ant. Be Sir their faultâ— their griefes The greater number Were only slaues that left their bloods to ruth And altogether but six thousand slaine Caes. How euer many gods and men can witnesse Themselues enforc't it much against the most I could enforce on Pompey for our peace Of all slaine yet if Brutus only liu'd I should be comforted for his life â—au'd Would weigh the whole six thousand that are lost But much I feare his death because the battell Full stricken now he yet abides vnfound Acil. I saw him fighting neare the battels end But suddainly giue off as beâ—t to fly Enter Brutus Anth. He comes here see Sir Bru. I submit to Caesar My life and fortunes Caes. A more welcome fortune Is Brutus then my conquest Bru. Sir I fought Against your conquest and your selfe and merit I must acknowledge a much sterner welcome Caes. You fought with me Sir for I know your armes Were taken for your Country not for Pompey And for my Country I fought nothing lesse Then he or both the mighty-stomak't Consuls Both whom I heare haue slaine themselues before They would enioy life in the good of Caesar. But I am nothing worse how ill foeuer They and the great authority of Rome Would faine enforce me by their mere suspitions Lou'd they their Country better then her Brutus Or knew what fitted noblesse and a Romane With freer soules then Brutus Those that liue Shall see in Caesars iustice and what euer Might make me worthy both their liues and loues That I haue lost the one without my merit And they the other with no Roman spirit Are you empair'd to liue and ioy my loue Only requite me Brutus loue but Caesar And be in all the powers of Caesar Caesar In which free wish I ioyne your father Cato For whom I le haste to Vtica and pray His loue may strengthen my fuccesse to day Exeunt Porcius iâ— haste Marcillius bare following Porcius discouers a bed and a sword hanging by it which he takes downe Mar. To what vse take you that my Lord Por. Take you No note that I take it nor let any seruant Besides your selfe of all my fathers nearest Serue any mood he serues with any knowledge Of this or any other Caesar comes And giues his army wings to reach this towne Not for the townes sake but to saue my father Whom iustly he suspects to be resolu'd Of any violence to his life before He will preserue it by a Tyrants fauour For Pompey hath miscaried and iâ— fled Be true to me and to my fathers life And doe not tell him nor his fury serue With any other Mar. I will dye my Lord Ere I obserue it Por. O my Lord and father Cato Athenodorus Statilius Cato with a booke in his hand Cat. What feares fly here on all sides what wilde lookes Are squinted at me from mens mere suspicions That I am wilde my selfe and would enforce What will be taken from me by the â—yrant Ath. No Would you only aske life he would thinke His owne life giuen more strength in giuing yours Cat. I aske my life of him Stat. Aske what 's his owne Of him he scornes should haue the least drop in it At his disposure Cat. No Statilius Men that haue forfeit liues by breaking lawes Or haue euer beene ouercome may beg their liues But I haue euer beene in euery iustice Better then Caesar and was neuer conquer'd Or made to fly for life as Caesar was But haue beene victor euer to my wish 'Gainst whomsoeuer euer hath opposde Where Caesar now is conquer'd in his Conquest In the ambition he till now denide Taking vpon him to giue life when death Is tenfold due to his most tyrannous selfe No right no power giuen him to raise an army Which in despight of Rome he leades about Slaughtering her loyall subiects like an outlaw Nor is he better Tongue shew falshood are To bloodiest deaths his parts so much admir'd Vaineglory villany and at best you can Fed with the parings of a worthy man My fame affirme my life receiu'd from him I le rather make a beast my second father Stat. The gods auert from euery Roman minde The name of slaue to any Tyrants power Why was man euer iust but to be free 'Gainst all iniustice and to beare about him As well all meanes to freedome euery houre As euery houre he should be arm'd for deaâ—h Which only is his freedome Ath. But Statilius Death is not free for any mans election Till nature or the law impose it on him Cat. Must a man goe to law then when he may Enioy his owne in peace if I can vse Mine owne my selfe must I of force reserue it To serue a Tyrant with it All iust men Not only may enlarge their liues but must From all rule tyrannous or liue vniust Ath. By death must they enlarge their liues Cat. By death Ath. A man 's not bound to that Cat. I le proue he is Are not the liues of all men bound to iustice Ath. They are Cat. And therefore not to serue iniustice Iustice it selfe ought euer to be free And therefore euery iust man being a part Of that free iustice should be free as it Ath. Then wherefore is there law for death Cat. That all That know not what law is nor freely can Performe the fitting iustice of a man In kingdomes common good may been forc't But is not euery iust man to him selfe The perfect'st law Ath. Suppose Cat. Then to himselfe Is euery iust manâ— life subordinate Againe Sir Is not our free soule infus'd To euery body in her absolute end To rule that body in which absolute rule Is she not absolutely Empresse of it And being Empresse may she not dispose It and the life in it at her iust pleasure Ath. Not to destroy it Cat. No she not destroyes it When she disliues it that their freedomes may Goe firme together like their powers and organs Rather then let it liue a rebell to her Prophaning that diuine coniunction Twixt her and it nay a disiunction making Betwixt them worse then death in killing quick That which in iust-death liues being dead to her If to her rule dead and to her aliue If dying in her iust rule Ath. The body liues not When death hath rest it Cat. Yet t is free and kept Fit for reiunction in mans second life Which dying rebell to the soule is farre Vnfit to ioyne with her in perfect life Ath. It shall not ioyne with her againe Cat. It shall Ath. In reason shall it Cat. In apparant reason Which I le proue clearely Stat. Heare and iudge it
THE WARRES OF POMPEY and CAESAR Out of whose euents is euicted this Proposition Only a iust man is a freeman By G. C. LONDON Printed by THOMAS HARPER and are to be sold by Godfrey Emondson and Thomas Alchorne M.DC.XXXI TO THE RIGHT HONOrable his exceeding good Lord the Earle of Middlesex c. THough my good Lord this martiall History suffer the diuision of Acts and Scenes both for the more perspicuity and height of the celebration yet neuer toucht it at the Stage or if it had though some may perhaps causelesly empaire it yet would it I hope fall vnder no exception in your Lordships better-iudgeing estimation since scenicall representation is so farre from giuing iust cause of any least diminution that the personall and exact life it giues to any History or other such delineation of humane actions 〈◊〉 to them luster spirit and apprehension which the only section of Acts and 〈◊〉 makes mee stand vpon thus much siâ—ce that only in some precisianismes will require a little preuention And the hasty prose the stile auoides obtaine to the more temperate and stai'd numerous elocution some assistance to the acceptation and grace of it Though ingeniously my gratitude confesseth my Lord it is not such as hereafter I vow to your honor being written so long since and had not the timely ripenesse of that age that I thank God I yet finde no fault withall for any old defects Good my Lord vouchsafe your idle minutes may admit some slight glances at this till some worke of more nouelty and fashion may conferre this the more liking of your honors more worthy deseruings To which his bounden affection vowes all seruices Euer your Lordships GEO. CHAPMAN The Argument POmpey and Caesar bring their Armies so neare Rome that the Senate except against them Caesar vnduly and ambitiously commanding his forces Pompey more for feare of Caesars violence to the State then mou'd with any affectation of his own greatnesse Their opposite pleadings out of which admirable narrations are made which yet not conducing to their ends warre ends them In which at first Caesar is forc't to fly whom Pompey not pursuing with such wings as fitted a speeding Conqueror his victory was preuented and he vnhappily dishonor'd Whose ill fortune his most louing and learned wife Cornelia trauailde after with paines solemne and carefull enough whom the two Lentnli and others attended till she miserably found him and saw him monstrously murthered Both the Consuls and Cato are slaughterd with their owne invincible hands and Caesar in spight of all his fortune without his victory victor ONELY A IVST MAN IS A FREE MAN Act I. Scene I. Cato Athenodorus Porcius Statilius Cat. NOw will the two Suns of our Romane Heauen Pompey Caesar in their Tropicke burning Witâ— their contention all the clouds assemble That thâ—eaten tempests to our peace Empire Which we shall shortly see poure down in bloud Ciuill and naturall wilde and barbarous turning Ath. From whence presage you this Cat. From both their Armies Now gathered neere our Italie contending To enter seuerally Pompeys brought so neere By Romes consent for feare of tyranous Caesar Which Caesar fearing to be done in fauour Of Pompey and his passage to the Empire Hath brought on his for interuention And such a flocke of Puttocks follow Caesar For fall of his ill-disposed Purse That neuer yet spar'd Crosse to Aquiline vertue As well may make all ciuill spirits suspicious Looke how against great raines a standing Poole Of Paddockes Todes and water-Snakes put vp Their speckl'd throates aboue the venemous Lake Croking and gasping for some fresh falne drops To quench their poisond thirst being neere to stifle With clotterd purgings of their owne foule bane So still where Caesar goes there thrust vp head Impostors Flatterers Fauorites and Bawdes Buffons Intelligencers select wits Close Murtherers Montibanckes and decaied Theeues To gaine their banefull liues reliefes from him From Britaine Belgia France and Germanie The scum of either Countrie chus'd by him To be his blacke Guard and red Agents here Swarming about him Porc. Aâ—d all these are said To be suborn'd in chiefe against your selfe Since Caesar chiefly feares that you will â—it This day his opposite in the cause for which Both you were sent for home and he hath stolne Accesse so soone here Pompey whole rest raisde To his encounter and on both sides Rome In generall vproaâ—e Stat. Which Sir if you â—aw And knew how for the danger all suspect To this your worthiest friend for that knowne freedome His spirit will vse this day 'gainst both the Riuals His wife and familie mourne no food no comfort Allowd them for his danger you would vse Your vtmost powrs to stay him from the Senate All this daies Session Cat. Hee 's too wise Statilius For all is nothing Stat. Nothing Sir I â—aw Castor and Pollux Temple thrust vp full With all the damn'd crew you haue lately nam'd The market place and suburbs swarming with them And where the Senate siâ— are Ruffians pointed To keepe from entring the degrees that goe Vp to the Bench all other but the Consuls Caesar and Pompey and the Senators And all for no cause but to keepe out Cato With any violence any villanie And is this nothing Sir Is his One life On whom all good liues and their goods depend In Romes whole Empire All the Iuâ—â—ice there That 's free and simple all such virtues too And all such knowledge Nothing nothing all Cat. Away Statilius how long shall thy loue Exceede thy knowledge of me and the Gods Whose rights thoâ— wrongst for my right haue not I Their powers to guard me in a cause of theirs Their iustice and integrity included In what I stand for he that feares the Gods For guard of any goodnesse all things feares Earth Seas and Aire Heauen darknesse broade day-light Rumor and Silence and his very shade And what an Aspen soule hath such a creature How dangerous to his soule iâ— such a feare In whose cold fits is all heauens iustice shaken To his faint thoughts and all the goodnesse there Due to all good men by the gods owne vowes Nay by the firmenesse of their endlesse Being All which shall faile as soone as any one Good to a good man in them for his goodnesse Proceeds from them and is a beame of theirs O neuer more Statilius may this feare Taint thy bould bosome for thy selfe or friend More then the gods are fearefull to defend Athen. Come let him goe Statilius and your fright This man hath inward guard past your yong sight Exeunt Enter Minutius manet Cato Cat. Welcome come stand by me in what is fit For our poore Cities safety nor respect Her proudest foes corruption or our danger Of what seene face soeuer Min. I am yours But what alas Sir can the weaknesse doe Against our whole State of vs only two You know our Statists spirits are so corrupt And seruile to the greatest that what crosseth Them