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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

complain Cleop. Where we have suffer'd much fears are not Vain So great a States-man may do any thing When he 's assisted by a Credulous King Ptolom I follow his advice and know 't is good Cleop. I fear th' Effects and see it spares no Blood Ptolom For common safety all things Lawfull are Cleop. That kind of Justice I too Justly fear It cost me late my Interest in the Throne And Pompey's Head to whom you owe your Crown Ptolom He never plaid a greater States-mans part Caesar to gain there was no other Art You see his haste and our Disorder'd Town Before it could have Arm'd had been O'rethrown But safely now to his Victorious hand Your Heart I offer and my own Command Cleop. Make your own offers I shall mine propound You need not thus our Interests confound Ptolom They are but one since of one Blood we be Cleop. You might as well say two of one Degree Being Soveraigns both and yet you 'l shortly learn There is some difference in our concern Ptolom Yes Sister for my small Dominion ends In narrow Bounds nor beyond Nile pretends But you are Caesar's Queen and may command O're Ganges Tagus and the farthest Land Cleop. I have Ambition but 't is so confin'd That thought it Dazels me I am not Blind Talk not to me of Tagus nor of Ganges I know my Right and care not for your Changes Ptolom Y' have an advantage and you 'l use 't I find Cleop. I 'm sure if I do'nt I 'm not of your mind Exit Ptolom I follow'd thy advice yet all my Art And lowest Flattery but made her start Into a farther Pride untill at last Tyr'd with such Scorn my Rage had like t' have past All bounds and neither minding Caesar nor his force With her high Pride have taken such a Course That spight of all her Braggs she sooner might Implore of Pompey than of him a right She talks as though sh' already were a Queen And if he do indulge her Pride and Spleen And she o're him her boasted Empire have Her Brother and her King must be her Slave But le ts prevent her Rage 't is poor to wait And tamely bear the certain stroaks of Fate Le ts put an end to her too long disdain Le ts from her take the Means to Please and Reign What shall my Scepter and undoubted Right So long maintain'd a Wanton smile requite Photin Sir give him no pretence to rend your Crown From off your Head and joyn it to his own That haughty Mind which has no other care But to bring Cruel Slavery and Warr Where e're he comes Transported with the Rage Which such a loss must certainly engage A Real Lover in though you but Justice do Will take th' occasion to become your Foe And then to Colour o're his Thirst of Spoil Your brave Revenge will a foul Murder style Ptolom If she once see him she will have the Crown Photin And if she don't y' are certainly undone Ptolom I 'le pluck her with me since I needs must fall Photin Preserve your self I pray if that be all Ptolom What! in my Crown to see her proudly Shine Scepter if thou must leave these hands of mine Pass pass unto the Mighty Conquerours Photin Sir you will better wrest it out of hers What ever Flames he for a while may show Fear not he shortly must begone we know No Ardour Love can give to such a Soul But what his High designs will soon Controul Iberia Africa are yet possest By the Young Pompeys and that Interest So great a General would much mistake No other use of his Success to make Than to give Leisure to such Daring sprights To be again in posture for new Fights Ptolom What human Force can long oppose that Hand Which neither Rome nor Pompey could withstand And then with Lovers haste he will return And we too late our lost Occasion Mourn Photin Soon as he has that Party quite o'rethrown He must to Rome there to secure his own Change at his Will the Model of the State Enjoy the Bounty of Indulgent Fate And when he 's there what is 't you may not do But for a while you must to Caesar bow Constrain your self to please him we shall find A time to settle all things to your Mind Give freely to his hands your Power and Crown And to his high Disposal leave your Throne What ever hopes her haughty Mind may fill I know he must observe your Fathers will Besides the late great Service you have done Bids you be confident of what 's your own But whatso'ere he do's seem to comply Extoll his Judgment praise his Equity Till he begon at least and when we see That time and place with our Designs agree We will revenge our selves and she shall find The fatal Error of her haughty Mind Ptolom Thou hast restor'd me to my Life and Crown The greatest Blessings that the Gods send down On Princes are such Counsellours le ts go Dear Atlas of my Throne to meet our Foe With all our Fleet present him all we have That we may all again intire Receive Act Third Scene First Enter Charmion and Achoreus Charm WHile Ptolomey with low respect does haste Our Aegypts Crown at Caesars feet to Cast The Queen as unconcern'd at Home does stay Expecting Caesar like respect should pay To her what think you of this haughty Dame Acho. 'T is a just Value set upon the Fame Of her great Beauty and becomes her Place And high Extraction of that Royal Race But may I have access Charm No I am sent Of the late Interview to know th' Event To learn what the strange Present did obtain The thanks of Caesar or his Just disdain If his Reception of the King were kind And what Success our Murtherers do find Acho. The Head presented will produce Effects Much differing from what Aegypts Court expects Whose Flatteries have mis-led their Soveraign When he took Shipping I was in his Train Our Navy Anchor in good Order weigh'd And a League hence for Caesars coming staid He with full Sails advanc't as Mars had grac't His Sword with Conquest Neptune now as fast Favours his Course and to his Fleet as kind As his late Fortune gives a prosperous Wind When they first meet Our Prince dismay'd appears Forgetting what became the Crown he wears Shews Abject Fear in Chearfulness ill feign'd A servil Baseness his Behaviour stain'd I blush'd to see our Ptolomey so near To mighty Caesar and no King appear Caesar that saw Fear strike him in amaze With Flattering pity did his Spirits raise He faintly then the fatal Present shows Behold my Lord the last of all your Foes Pompey Cornelia both from me receive More than the Gods could at Pharsalia give Here is his Head the other though she flies Our Fleet persuing will soon make your prize The Head discover'd of great Pompey slain Appear'd as though it would have Spoke again As if it yet were warm

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