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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

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 Qui se Lectori credere malunt Quam spectatoris fastidia ferre superbi Namque Equitis quoque jam migravit ab aure Voluptas Omnis ad incertos oculos gaudia Vana Horat. LONDON Printed for Henry Herringman and are to be Sold at his Shop at the Sign of the Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New-Exchange 1664. PROLOGUE AT THE HOUSE FRom Greece the place where Wit and Learning grew To Conquering Rome the Banish'd Muses flew With other Spoils adorning so her State That all her Writers seem but to Translate From thence the Roman Eagle on her Wing These Entertainments tow'rds the North did bring Of such Delights cold Regions owe their part Not to kind Nature but to Care and Art The Peach the Tulip Nectarine and Rose Not in our Woods but in our Garden grows Who nothing will but what is Home-bred taste Must live content with Acorns and with Most For your Diversion we this Night present A Fruit which grew upon the Continent Of all that 's French 't is Rank'd among the best And may prove better in our Language dress'd As Flowers Transplanted recompence our Toyl Doubling their Beauties with their Change of Soil This you must judge of only make us bold With kind Attention and you shall behold How Cleopatra Looks how Caesar Burns How Pompey Dyes and how Cornelia Mourns The Actors Names Caesar Lepidus Antonius Senators and followers of Caesar. Cornelia Wife to Pompey Philip Freed-man of Pompey Ptolomey King of Aegypt Cleopatra His Sister Photinus Achillas Counsellors to Petolomy Charmion Achoreus Adherers to Cleopatra Septimius A Degenerate Roman POMPEY Act the First Scene the First Enter Ptolomey Photinus Achillas Septimius Ptolom THe Fates disclose their Book and now we Read What of the Father and the Son 's decreed Th' amazed Gods awhile seem'd all divided What they demurr'd Pharsalia has decided Whose Rivers Dy'd with Blood and Rapid made Swell with the fury of the Roman blade Arms Eagles Bodies all Consus'dly spread Cover her Fields infected with the Dead Heaps of the Slain deny'd a Funeral Just Nature to their own Revenge does call From putrid Corps exhaling Poysonous airs Enough to plague the guilty Conquerours This is the Title of great Caesars cause At this dire Evidence by Mars his Laws Caesar's absolv'd and Pompey guilty cry'd This pitty'd Leader of the Juster side By weary Fortune of success bereft Is made a great example and has left The world a pattern of her Rowling Wheel Whose dismal turn whole Nations with him feel He whose Prosperity was wont to vye With his own Wish from Thessaly does fly The Vanquish'd Pompey to our Ports our Walls Our Court approaching for a Refuge calls From his own Father in Law his proud defeat Seeks where against the Tytans a retreat The Gods once found where in despight of all They that sav'd Heav'n he thinks may stop his fall And sharing the Despair on which he 's hurl'd May give a prop unto the Tottering world For the World's fate on Pompey's fate depends And to our Aegypt in distress he sends For Aid or Ruine a Recruit or Grave We must sink with him or his Fortunes save This tempest Friends your grave advice must calm He brings dread Thunder or the welcome Palm He Crown'd the Father Threatens now the Son Memphis he gave and hazards what h' has done His ruine I must share or else comply With Caesar's wish and make my Suppliant dye The first Unsafe the other Base and low I fear Injustice or an Overthrow Do what I can to whatsoe're I fly 'T is full of Danger or of Infamy The choice is mine and you are to consult What to incline me to by your result Pompey's the Theam and we must have the praise To trouble Caesar or compleat his Bays You sit on both their fortunes upon more Than any Council ever sat before Photin Sir When the Sword great Causes does decide Justice and Right good States-men lay aside And who will wisely Act in such a season Must ballance Strength and not examine Reason Weigh your own forces then and Pompey's might His Hopes are dash'd his fruitless Valour light 'T is not from Caesar only that he flies But from the dread reproach and wrathfull Eyes Of Romes great Senate whose best half invites To a Rich Banquet the Pharsalian Kites He flies the City and the Sons of Rome Which his Defeat to Slavery does Doom He flies the Rage of Nations and of Crowns That would revenge on him their Ransack'd Towns Their weakn'd States of Men and Money drain'd Their Reputation by his Losses stain'd The cause of all their Woes hated by all He flies the whole World shatter'd with his fall Will you against such Opposition stand And bear his Cause up with a single hand The hope he had was in himself alone What might be done he did he Overthrown You must give way will you sustain a weight Which Rome bends under shrinking from her height Maintain a Quarrel that has Thunder strook The reeling World and the great Pompey broke They that the faults of Fortune would amend And be too Just against themselves Offend Whilst indiscreetly kind with vain Effort They perish with those Friends they would support Their faith has a brave Lustre but they fall And honour lessens not the bruise at all Side with the Gods declare your felf for Fate Draw not on us their Thunder and their Hate Ask not how justly wherefore they chastise But worship him whom they would have to Rise Approve of their Decrees applaud their Will And whom they Frown on in Obedience Kill By divine Vengeance on all sides persu'd Pompey involves your Aegypt in the fewd His head that he has shifted so to Save Falling your Royal Company would have His present coming I Unfriendly deem Th' effect of Hatred rather than Esteem 'T is to Destroy you hither now to fly And can you doubt if he deserve to Dye He should have come with Bays upon his brows And with Success have seconded our Vows With Feasts and Triumphs then we had receiv'd him 'T is his own Fate not we that have deceiv'd him Not him but his ill Fortune we neglect For to his Person we would pay Respect Caesar subdu'd by the same Sword had Dy'd With which less willingly we peirce his side Under his Ruine you must shelter take And in this Storm his Death your Harbour make Which though the World should reckon as a Crime Is but a Just compliance with the time The strict regard of Justice does annoy The power of Crowns and policy Destroy 'T is the Prerogative of Kings to spare Nothing when they their own Destruction fear He wants no Danger whom the care of Right Keeps from Injustice when 't is requisite Who to his Royal Power no bound would have

enough to have Sense of th' Affront which to his Ghost they gave The mouth yet Gasping and the wandring sight Seem'd to recall the Soul but yet in Flight His Dying anger wanted only breath T' accuse the Gods for his Defeat and Death Charm Drawn in small space large Histories have been So in that point those Miseries were seen That like a Deluge the whole World o'respread E're they could swell so high to reach that Head Could horrour there Contracting all her power Make no Impression on the Conquerour Acho. The sight like Thunder strook him with surprize As one not knowing what or how t' advise His fixed Eye a while and deep suspence From all about him hid his Doubtfull sense If we may guess he labour'd to Destroy The rising Motions of uncomely Joy To which Ambition did his Thoughts allure Finding his Empire o're the World secure This Pleasure with Discretion did contest For a short pause till Reason got the best Though he loves Greatness Treachery he hates Weighs the Worlds Judgment and his own Debates What solid Motives urge his Joy or Woe At length Concluding Tears his Eyes o'reflow A generous Frailty in his Temper shines And to his Virtue Interest resigns Out of his Sight he sends them with their Gift And with his Eyes and Hands to Heav'n up lift Against the Fact in bitter Words declares Then silent stood as one opprest with Cares Nor to his Romans would he make reply But with deep Sighing or an angry Eye At length with Thirty Cohorts set on Land Both of our Ports and Gates he took Command Plac'd Guards with secret Orders every where To make Distrust as well as Grief appear Speaks as our Lord names Pompey not as one That was his Rival but his Dearest Son There 's what I saw Charm Here 's what the Queen would have And what her Prayers from just Osiris crave Shee 'l be Transported with this welcome News Which to encrease your faithfull Service use Acho. I shall but Caesar's come go let her hear How pale our Courtlers look how Dead with fear And we as Caesar shall his mind disclose Will soon inform her how this new World goes Exeunt Scene the Second Enter Ptolomey Caesar and Lepidus Antonius Ptolom MY Lord as Soveraign here our Throne ascend Caesar. That offer Sir speaks you not Caesar's friend Fortunes worst Malice could not set me down To less Advantage than upon a Throne Here Rome's hard usage would find Just excuse If such a weak Temptation could seduce A Roman heart from its true Character To stoop at Loyalty disdain'd by her And giv'n as Cheap 't is bred in our Souls frame To hate that Quality and slight the Name This from great Pompey you had sooner known If your Distressed friend y' had dar'd to own He had this offer of your Chair declin'd If to that Worthy you had been thus kind You might perhaps have fallen but strew'd with Bays No Trophees of Success had match't that praise When Fortune had betray'd your Enterprize Caesar had took delight to help you Rise But since your Thoughts had no regard of Fame To that Illustrious head whence grew your Claim Which way could he forfeit his Life to you Whose Homage is to the least Roman due Has fate made me Triumphant o're my Foes That Aegypts King the Conquest should dispose My too Destructive Sword did I unsheath That you might Judge of Romans Life and Death I Fought to wrest that Power from Pompeys hands Shall I endure your Barbarous Commands What do you think for this can be your Doom Where you pretend a Soveraignty o're Rome Affronted more in this Illustrious head Than all the Blood that Mithridates shed Had I been Vanquish'd your Complying thought My head a present had to Pompey brought Thanks to my Fortune that I am ador'd From him Retreating I had met your Sword Friendship abhorr'd and formidable Love That Safe or Dangerous as our Fortunes prove But speak you have too long stood thus Confus'd Ptolom 'T is true but with Just cause may be Excus'd A Soveragn Born that always us'd Command I now in presence of my Master stand My Courtiers all with Reverence on me look But with like Awe I am by Caesar strook Judge then how I should presence have of mind Who from your Words such Cause of Terrour find Lost in profound Respect how should we Clear This double Cloud of Reverence and Fear But above all that which Confounds me most Is to find Caesar Friend to Pompeys Ghost You urge Ingratitude but this I know That more to Caesar than to him I owe Your favour first on our Dark Fortune shin'd To what he did he was by you inclin'd Our Cause i th' Senate he did undertake Protecting Injur'd Princes for your sake Yet vain had been whatever they Decreed Unless your Bounty had supply'd our need The Thousand Talents you so Nobly lent Restor'd us to our Throne from Banishment Your Son we Honour'd while he was your Friend Before his Force he did against you bend Before he Envy'd your Success in Warr And Tyrant like began this Civil Jarr Caesar. Hold Are you not contented with his Death That thus you Blast his Glory with your Breath Vent not such Slanders as may Rome offend Nor him Reproach while you your Self Defend Ptolom Then we referr to Heav'n his secret thought Which all our Vows during these Warrs besought That you by prosp'rous Arms might be redrest Whose slow Resentment was so rudely Press'd How could I think that it became your Friend To spare his Life that did your Death intend A man whose Rage no Victory could quel Might have fetch'd Succour from the lowest Hell Made the Wild Parthian the Sworn foe of Rome And all the East against his Father come Besides had you his Person got our fear Suppos'd your heart too generous would forbear Your Just Revenge and Clemency's Excess Had still Continu'd your Unhappiness These friendly fears of Accidents so ill Made us secure you though against your Will Our forward Zeal as Guilty you disown But 't was to Serve you what has been misdone Nor need you own the Fact by which you gain To keep you Innocent I took the stain The Blacker 't is the more it should be Priz'd My Fame to your Concernment Sacrifis'd Caesar. Reasons ill grounded your false Zeal misled If what the whole World pray'd for caus'd your Dread That your too Curious fear should thus delude The fairest hope our Civil Arms pursu'd Honour engag'd me my proud Foes to tame And then to pardon was my only aim The feircest Enemies I have o'rethrown For my Dear Friends and Confidents I own VVhat publique Joy had our sad Warr ensu'd If I and Pompey o're our former feud Triumphant had in the same Chariot Rid All which your narrow Policies forbid You fear'd my Clemency O gross mistake VVish it were greater now for your own sake If by strict Rules of Justice I were led