THE TRAGEDIE OF Caesar and Pompey OR CAESARS Reuenge Priuately acted by the Students of Trinity Colledge in Oxforde AT LONDON Imprinted for Nathaniel Fosbrooke and Iohn Wright and are to be sold in Paules Church-yarde at the signe of the Helmet 1607 The names of the Actors Discord Titinnius Brutus Pompey Caesar Anthony Dolobella Cornelia Cleopatra Achillas Sempronius Cassius Cato Sen. Casca Roman 1. Roman 2. Bonus Genius Calphurnia Augur Praecentor Senators Bucolian Octauian Caesars Ghost Cicero Cato Iun. Camber The Tragedie of Caesar and Pompey Sound alarum then flames of fire Enter Discord HEarke how the Romaine drums sound bloud death And Mars high mounted on his Thracian Steede Runs madding through Pharsalias purple fieldes The earth that 's wont to be a Tombe for Men It 's now entomb'd with Carkases of Men The Heauen appal'd to see such hideous sights For feare puts out her euer burning lights The Gods amaz'd as once in Titans war Do doubt and feare which boades this deadly iar The starrs do tremble and forsake their course The Beare doth hide her in forbidden Sea Feare makes Bootes swiften her slowe pace Pale is Orion Atlas gins to quake And his vnwildy burthen to forsake Caesars keene Falchion through the Aduerse rankes For his sterne Master hewes a passage out Through troupes troonkes steele standing blood He whose proud Trophies whileom Asia field And conquered Pontus singe his lasting praise Great Pompey Great while Fortune did him raise Nowe vailes the glory of his vanting plumes And to the ground casts of his high hang'd lookes You gentle Heauens O execute your wrath On vile mortality that hath scornd your powers You night borne Sisters to whose haires are ty'd In Adamantine Chaines both Gods and Men Winde on your webbe of mischiefe and of plagues And if O starres you haue an influence That may confounde this high erected heape Downe powre it Vomit out your worst of ills Let Rome growne proud with her vnconquered strength Perish and conquered BE with her owne strength And win all powers to disioyne and breake Consume confound dissolue and discipate What Lawes Armes and Pride hath raised vp Enter Titinius Tit. The day is lost our hope and honours lost The glory of the Romaine name is lost The liberty and common weale is lost The Gods that whileom heard the Romaine state And Quirinus whose strong puissant arme Did shild the tops and turrets of proud Rome Do now conspire to wracke the gallant Ship Euen in the harbor of her wished greatnesse And her gay streamers and faire wauering sayles With which the wanton wind was wont to play To drowne with Billows of orewhelming woes Enter Brutus Bru. The Foe preuayles Brutus thou striuest in vaine Many a soule to day is sent to Hell And many a galant haue I don to death In Pharsalias bleeding Earth the world can tell How litle Brutus praizd this puffe of breath If losse of that my countries weale might gaine But Heauens and the immortall Gods decreed That Rome in highest of her fortunes pich In top of souerainty and imperiall swaye By her owne height should worke her owne decay Enter Pompey Pom. Where may I fly into some desert place Some vncouth vnfrequented craggy rocke Where as my name and state was neuer heard I flie the Batle because here I see My friends lye bleeding in Pharsalias earth Which do remember me what earst I was Who brought such troopes of soldiars to the fielde And of so many thousand had command My flight a heauy memory doth renew Which tels me I was wont to stay and winne But now a souldier of my scatred traine Offered me seruice and did call me Lord O then I thought whome rising Sunne saw high Descending he beheld my misery Flie to the holow roote of some steepe rocke And in that flinty habitation hide Thy wofull face from face and view of men Yet that will tell me this if naught beside Pompey was neuer wont his head to hide Flie where thou wilt thou bearst about thee smart Shame at thy heeles and greefe lies at thy heart Tit. But see Titinius where two warriers stand Casting their eyes downe to the cheareles earthe Alasse to soone I know them for to bee Pompey and Brutus who like Aiax stand When as forsooke of Fortune mong'st his foes Greife stopt his breath nor could he speake his woes Pom. Accursed Pompey loe thou art descried But stay they are thy friends that thou behouldest O rather had I now haue met my foes Whose daggers poynts might straight haue piercd my woes Then thus to haue my friends behold my shame Reproch is death to him that liu'd in Fame Bru. Brutus Cast vp thy discontented looke And see two Princes thy two noble friends Who though it greeues me that I thus them see Yet ioy I to bee seene they hung be He speakes vnto them Let not the change of this successes fight O noble Lords dismay these daunteles mindes Which the faire vertue not blind chance doth rule Caesar not vs subdued hath but Rome And in that fight t was best be ouerthrowne Thinke that the Conqueror hath won but smale Whose victory is but his Countries fal Pom. O Noble Brutus can I liue and see My Souldiars dead my friends lie slaine in field My hopes cast downe mine Honors ouerthrowne My Country subiect to a Tirants rule My foe triumphing and my selfe forlorne Oh had I perished in that prosperous warre Euen in mine Honors height that happy day When Mithridates fall did rayse my fame Then had I gonne with Honor to my graue But Pompey was by envious heauens reseru'd Captiue to followe Caesars Chariot wheeles Riding in triumph to the Capitol And Rome oft grac'd with Trophies of my fame Shall now resound the blemish of my name Bru. Oh what disgrace can taunt this worthinesse Of which remaine such liuing monuments Ingrauen in the eyes and hearts of men Although the oppression of distressed Rome And our owne ouerthrow might well drawe forth Distilling teares from faynting cowards eyes Yet should no weake effeminate passion sease Vpon that man the greatnesse of whose minde And not his Fortune made him term'd the Great Pom. Oh I did neuer tast mine Honours sweete Nor now can iudge of this my sharpest sowre Fifty eight yeares in Fortunes sweete soft lap Haue I beene luld a sleepe with pleasant ioyes Me hath she dandled in her foulding Armes And fed my hopes with prosperous euentes Shee Crownd my Cradle with successe and Honour And shall disgrace a waite my haples Hearse Was I a youth with Palme and Lawrell girt And now an ould man shall I waite my fall Oh when I thinke but on my triumphs past The Consul-ships and Honours I haue borne The fame and feare where in great Pompey liu'd Then doth my grieued Soule informe me this My fall augmented by my former blisse Bru. Why do we vse of vertues strength to vant If euery crosse a Noble mind can daunt Wee talke of
Rome great monument of Romulus Thou mighty seate of consuls and of Kings Ouer-victorious now Earths Conquerer Welcome thy valiant sonne that to thee brings Spoyles of the world and exquies of Kings Caesar The conquering Issue of immortall Ioue Which in the Persian spoyles first fetch his fame Then through Hydasspis and the Caspian waues Vnto the sea vnknowne his praise did propagate Must to my glory vayle his conquering crest The Lybick Sands and Africk Sirts hee past Bactrians and Zogdians knowne but by their names Whereby his armes resistles powers subdued And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood Could not transeport his burthen to the sea But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play Nor tost these bloody bals of dread and death Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames Chainge her cleere cristall to vermilian sad The big bond German and Heluetian stout Which well haue learned to tosse a tusked speare And well can curbe a noble stomackt horse Can Caesars vallour witnes to their greefe Iuba the mighty Affrick Potentate That with his cole-black Negroes to the field Backt with Numidian and Getulian horse Hath felt the puissance of a Roman sword I entred Asia with my banners spred Displayed the Aegle on the Euxin sea By Iason first and ventrous Argo cut And in the rough Cimerian Bosphorus A heauy witnesse of Pharnaces flight And now am come to triumph heere in Rome VVith greater glory then ere Romaine did Exeunt Sound drums and Trumpets amaine Enter Anthony Antho. Alas these triumphes mooue not me at all But only do renew remembrance sad Of her triumphing and imperious lookes VVhich is the Saint and Idoll of my thoughtes First was I wounded by her percing eye Next prisoner tane by her captiuing speech And now shee triumphes ore my conquered heart In Cupids Chariot ryding in her pride And leades me captiue bounde in Beauties bondes Caesars lip-loue that neuer touch'd his heart By present triumph and the absent fire Is now waxt could but mine that was more deepe Ingrauen in the marble of my brest Nor time nor Fortune ere can raze it out Enter Anthonies bonus genius Gen. Anthony base femall Anthony Thou womans souldiar fit for nights assaults Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to Thy soft downe Pillow was a helme of steele The could damp earth a bed to ease thy toyle Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates Sterne horror gastly woundes pale greesly death Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights And now so soone hath on enchanted face These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe The Gods whose messenger I heere do stand Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse Yet must Philippi see thy high exploytes And all the world ring of thy Victories Antho. Say what thou art that in this dreadful sort Forbidd'st me of my Cleopatra's loue Gen. I am thy bonus Genius Anthony VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame VVhich made the stately Ilian towres to smoke Shall thousand bleeding Romains lay one ground Hymen in sable not in saferon robes Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe For nuptiall tapers shall the furies beare Blew-burning torches to increase your feare The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round VVhile Hecate Hymen heu heu Hymen cries And now methinkes I see the seas blew face Hidden with shippes and now the trumpets sound And weake Canopus with the Aegle striues Neptune amazed at this dreadfull sight Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight Glaucus and Panopea Proteus ould VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame Exit Antho. VVhat wast my Genius that mee threatned thus They say that from our birth he doth preserue And on mee will he powre these miseries VVhat burning torches what alarums of warre VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie O no hee comes as winged Mercurie From his great Father Ioue t' Anchises sonne To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance And charming pleasures of the Tyrian Court Then wake the Anthony from this idle dreame Cast of these base effeminate passions Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise Exit ACT. 3. SC. 3. Enter Brutus Bru. How long in base ignoble patience Shall I behold my Countries wofull fall O you braue Romains and among'st the rest Most Noble Brutus faire befall your soules Let Peace and Fame your Honored graues awaite Who through such perils and such tedious warres Won your great labors prise sweete liberty But wee that with our life did freedoms take And did no sooner Men then free-men breath To loose it now continuing so long And with such lawes such vowes such othes confirm'd Can nothing but disgrace and shame expect But soft what see I written on my seate O vtinam Brute viueres What meaneth this thy courage dead But stay reade forward Brute mortuus es I thou art dead indeed thy courrage dead Thy care and loue thy dearest Country dead Thy wonted spirit and Noble stomack dead Enter Cassius Cassi. The times drawe neere by gratious heauens assignd When Philips Sonne must fall in Babilon In his triumphing proud persumption But see where melancholy Brutus walkes Whose minde is hammering on no meane conceit Then sound him Cassius see how hee is inclined How fares young Brutus in this tottering state Bru. Euen as an idle gazer that beholdes His Countries wrackes and cannot succor bring Cassi. But wil Brute alwaies in this dreame remaine And not bee mooued with his Countries mone Bru. O that I might in Lethes endles sleepe And neere awaking pleasant rest of death Close vp mine eyes that I no more might see Poore Romes distresse and Countries misery Casi. No Brutus liue and wake thy sleepy minde Stirre vp those dying sparkes of honors fire VVhich in thy gentle breast weare wont to flame See how poore Rome opprest with Countries wronges Implores thine ayde that bred thee to that end Thy kins-mans soule from heauen commandes thine aide That lastly must by thee receiue his end Then purchas honor by a glorious death Or liue renown'd by ending Caesars life Bru. I can no longer beare the Tirants pride I cannot heare my Country crie for ayde And not bee mooued with her pitious mone Brutus thy soule shall neuer more complaine That from thy linage and most vertuous stock A bastard weake degenerat branch is borne For to distaine the honor of thy house No more shall now the Romains call me dead I le liue againe and rowze my sleepy thoughts And with the Tirants death begin
such thoughts distemper now thy minde This day to Bacchus will wee consecrate And in deepe goblets of the purest wine Drinke healths vnto our seuerall friends at home Antho. It of my Country or of Rome I thought T was that I neuer ment for to come there But spend my life in this sweete paradise Exeunt ACT. 2. SCE. 4. Enter Cicero Brutus Casca Camber Trebonius Cice. Most prudent heads that with your councels wise The pillars of the mighty Rome sustaine You see how ciuill broyles haue torne our state And priuate strife hath wrought a publique wo Thessalia boasts that she hath seene our fall And Rome that whilom wont to Tiranize And in the necks of all the world hath rang'd Loosing her rule to serue is now constraynd Pompey the hope and stay of Common-weale VVhose vertues promis'd Rome security Now flies distrest disconsolate forlorne Reproch of Fortune and the victors scorne Caes. VVhat now is left for wretched Rome to hope But in laments and bitter future woe To wey the downefall of her former pride Againe Porsenna brings in Tarquins names And Rome againe doth smoke with furious flames In Pompeys fall wee all are ouerthrowne And subiect made to conqueror Tirany Bru. Most Noble Cicero and you Romaine Peeres Pardon the author of vnhappy newes And then prepare to heare my tragick tale VVith that same looke that great Atrides stood At cruell alter staind with Daughters blood VVhen Pompey fled pursuing Caesars sword And thought to shun his following desteny And then began to thinke on many a friend And many a one recalled hee to minde Who in his Fortunes pride did leaue their liues And vowed seruice at his princely feete From out the rest the yong Egiptian King VVhose Father of an Exild banish'd man Hee seated had in throne of Maiesty Him chose to whome he did commit his life But O who doth remember good-turnes past The Rising Sunne not Setting doth men please To ill committed was so great a trust Vnto so base a Fortune fauoring minde For he the Conquerors fauor to obtaine By Treason caus'd great Pompey to be slaine Casca O damned deede Cam. O Trayterous Ptolomey Tre. O most vnworthy and vngratefull fact Cum. What plages may serue to expiate this act The rouling stone or euerturning wheele The quenchles flames of firy Phlegeton Or endles thirst of which the Poets talke Are all to gentle for so vilde a deede Cas. Well did the Cibills vnrespected verse Bid thee beware of Crocadilish Nile Ter. And art thou in a barbarous soyle betrayd Defrawded Pompey of thy funerall rites There none could weepe vpon thy funerall hearse None could thy Consulshipes and triumphs tell And in thy death set fourth thy liuing praise None would erect to thee a sepulcher Or put thine ashes in a pretious vrne Cice. Peace Lords lament not noble Pompeys death Nor thinke him wreched cause he wants a Tombe Heauen couers him whome Earth denyes a graue Thinke you a heape of stones could him inclose Whoe in the Oceans circuite buried is And euery place where Roman names are heard The world is his graue where liuing fame doth blaze His funerall praise through his immortall trump And ore his tombe vertue and honor sits With rented heare and eyes bespent with teares And waile and weepe their deere sonne Pompeys death Bru. But now my Lords for to augment this griefe Caesar the Senates deadly enimie Aimes eke to vs and meanes to tryumph heere Vpon poore conquered Rome and common wealth Cas. This was the end at which he alwayes aymd Tre. Then end all hope of Romaines liberty Rise noble Romaine rise from rotten Tombes And with your swordes recouer that againe With your braue prowes won our basenes lost Cic. Renowned Lords content your trobled minds Do not ad Fuell to the conquerors fier Which once inflamed will borne both Rome and vs Caesar although of high aspiring thoughtes And vncontrould ambitious Maiesty Yet is of nature faire and courteous You see hee commeth conqueror of the East Clad in the spoyles of the Pharsalian fieldes Then wee vnable to resist such powre By gentle peace and meeke submission Must seeke to pacify the victors wrath Exeunt ACT. 2. SCE. 5. Enter Cato Senior and Cato Iunior Cat. Sen. My Sonne thou seest howe all are ouerthrowne That sought their Countries free-dome to maintaine Egipt forsakes vs Pompey found his graue VVhere hee most succor did expect to haue Scipio is ouerthrowne and with his haples fall Affrick to vs doth former ayde denay O who will helpe men in aduersity Yet let vs shewe in our declining state That strength of minde that vertues constancy That erst we did in our felicity Though Fortune fayles vs le ts not fayle our selues Remember boy thou art a Romaine borne And Catoes Sonne of me do vertue learne Fortune of others aboue althings see Thou prize thy Countries loue and liberty All blessings Fathers to their Sonnes can wish Heauens powre on thee and now my sonne with-drawe Thy selfe a while and leaue me to my booke Cat. Iun. What meanes my Father by this solemne leaue First he remembred me of my Fortunes change And then more earnestly did me exhort To Countries loue and constancy of minde Then he was wont som-what 's the cause But what I knowe not O I feare I feare His to couragious heart that cannot beare The thrall of Rome and triumph of his foe By his owne hand threats danger to his life How ere it be at hand I will abide VVayting the end of this that shal betide Exit Cato Senior with a booke in his hand Cato Sen. Plato that promised immortality Doth make my soule resolue it selfe to mount Vnto the bowre of those Celestiall ioyes VVhere freed from lothed Prison of my soule In heauenly notes to Phoebus which shall sing And Pean Io Pean loudely ring Then fayle not hand to execute this deede Nor faint nor heart for to command my hand VVauer not minde to counsell this resolue But with a courage and thy liues last act Now do I giue thee Rome my last farewell Who cause thou fearest ill do therefore die O talke not now of Cannas ouerthrowe And raze out of thy lasting Kalenders Those bloudy songes of Hilias dismall sight And note with black that black and cursed day When Caesar conquered in Pharsalia Yet will not I his conquest glorifie My ouerthrow shall neere his triumph grace For by my death to the world I le make that knowne No hand could conquer Cato but his owne stabs himself Enter Cato Iunior running to him Ca. Iun. O this it was my minde told me before VVhat meanes my Father why with naked blade Dost thou assault that faithfull princely hand And mak'st the base Earth to drinke thy Noble bloud Bee not more sterne and cruell 'gainst thy selfe Then thy most hateful enemies would be No Parthian Gaule Moore no not Caesars selfe VVould with such cruelty thy worth repay O stay thy hand giue me thy fatall blade
this life Rome now I come to reare thy states decayed VVhen or this hand shall cure thy fatall wound Or else this heart by bleeding on the ground Cas. Now heauen I see applaudes this enterprise And Rhadamanth into the fatall Vrne That lotheth death hath thrust the Tirants name Caesar the life that thou in bloud hast led Shall heape a bloudy vengance on thine head Exeum ACT. 2. SCE. 4. Enter Caesar Anthony Dolobella Lords and others Caes. Now servile Pharthia proud in Romaine spoile Shall pay her ransome vnto Caesars Ghost Which vnreuenged roues by the Stygian strond Exclaming on our sluggish negligence Leaue to lament braue Romans loe I come Like to the God of battell mad with rage To die their riuers with vermilion red I le fill Armenians playnes and Medians hils With carkases of bastard Scithian broode And there proud Princes will I bring to Rome Chained in fetters to my charriot wheeles Desire of fame and hope of sweete reueng Which in my brest hath kindled such a flame As nor Euphrates nor sweet Tybers streame Can quench or stack this feruent boyling heate These conquering souldiers that haue followed me From vanquisht France to sun-burnt Meroe Matching the best of Alexanders troopes Shall with their lookes put Parthian foes to flight And make them twise turne their deceitfull lookes Ant. The restlesse mind that harbors sorrowing thoughts And is with child of noble enterprise Doth neuer cease from honors toilesome taske Till it bringes forth Eternall gloryes broode So you fayre braunch of vertues great discent Now hauing finish'd Ciuill warres sad broyles Intend by Parthian triumphes to enlarge Your contryes limits and your owne renowne But cause in Sibilles ciuill writs we finde None but a King that conquest can atchiue Both for to crowne your deedes with due reward And as auspicious signes of victorye Wee here present you with this Diadem Lord And euen as kings were banish'd Romes high throne Cause their base vice her honour did destayne So to your rule doth shee submit her selfe That her renowne there by might brighter shine Caesar Why thinke you Lords that t is ambitions spur That pricketh Caesar to these high attempts Or hope of Crownes or thought of Diadems That made me wade through honours perilous deepe Vertue vnto it selfe a shure reward My labours all shall haue a pleasing doome If you but Iudge I will deserue of Rome Did those old Romaines suffer so much ill Such tedious seeges such enduring warrs Tarquinius hates and great Porsennas threats To banish proude imperious tyrants rule And shall my euerdaring thoughts contend To marre what they haue brought to happy end Or thinke you cause my Fortune hath expeld My friends come let vs march in iolity I le triumph Monarke-like ore conquering Rome Or end my conquests with my countryes spoyles Dolo. O noble Princely resolution These or not victoryes that we so call That onely blood and murtherous spoyles can vaunt But this shal be thy victory braue Prince That thou hast conquered thy owne climing thoughts And with thy vertue beat ambition downe And this no lesse inblazon shall thy fame Then those great deeds and chiualrous attempts That made thee conqueror in Thessalia Ant. This noble mind and Princely modesty Which in contempt of honours brightnes shines Makes vs to wish the more for such a Prince Whose vertue not ambition won that praise Nor shall we thinke it losse of liberty Or Romaine liberty any way impeached For to subiect vs to his Princely rule Whose thoughts fayre vertue and true honor guides Vouchsafe then to accept this goulden crowne A gift not equall to thy dignity Caes. Content you Lordes for I wil be no King An odious name vnto the Romaine care Caesar I am and wil be Caesar still No other title shall my Fortunes grace Which I will make a name of higher state Then Monarch King or worldes great Potentate Of Ioue in Heauen shall ruled bee the skie The Earth of Caesar with like Maiesty This is the Scepter that my crowne shall beare And this the golden diadem I le weare A farre more rich and royall ornament Then all the Crownes that the proud Persian gaue Forward my Lordes let Trumpets sound our march And drums strike vp Reuenges sad alarms Parthia we come with like incensed heate As great Atrides with the angry Greekes Marching in fury to pale walls of Troy ACT. 3. SC. 5. Enter Cassius Brutus Trebonius Cumber Casca Tre. Braue Lords whose forward resolution Shewes you descended from true Romaine line See how old Rome in winter of her age Reioyseth in such Princely budding hopes No lesse then once she in Decius vertue did Or great Camillus bringing back of spoyles On then braue Lords of this attempt begun The sacred Senate doth commend the deede Your Countries loue incites you to the deed Vertue her selfe makes warrant of the deed Then Noble Romains as you haue begun Neuer desist vntill this deede be done Casi. To thee Reueng doth Cassius kneele him downe Thou that brings quiet to perplexed soules And borne in Hel yet harborest heauens ioyes Whose fauor slaughter is and dandling death Bloud-thirsty pleasures and mis boding boding blisse Brought forth of Fury nurse of cankered Hate To drowne in woe the pleasures of the world Thou shalt no more in duskish Erebus And dark-some hell obscure thy Deity Insteede of Ioue thou shalt my Godesse bee To thee faire Temples Cassius will erect And on thine alter built of Parian stone Whole Hecatombs will I offer vp Laugh gentle Godesse on my bould attempt Yet in thy laughter let pale meager death Bee wrapt in wrinkels of thy murthering spoyles Bru. An other Tarquin is to bee expeld An other Brutus liues to act the deede T is not one nation that this Tarquin wronges All Rome is stayn'd with his vnrul'd desires Shee whose imperiall scepter was invr'd To conquer Kings and to controul the world Cannot abate the glory of her state To yeeld or bowe to one mans proud desires Sweete Country Rome here Brutus vowes to thee To loose his life or else to set thee free Cas. Shame bee his share that doth his life so prize That to Romes weale it would not sacrifize My Poniardes point shall pearce his heart as deepe As earst his sworde Romes bleeding side did goare And change his garments to the purple die With which our bloud had staynd sad Thessaly Cam. Hee doth refuse the title of a King But wee do see hee doth vsurp the thing Tre. Our ancient freedome hee empeacheth more Then euer King or Tyrant did before Cas. The Senators by him are quite disgrac'd Rome Romans Citty Freedome all defac'd Cassi. We come not Lords as vnresolued men For to shewe causes of the deed decreed This shall dispute for mee and tell him why This heart hand minde hath mark'd him out to die If it be true that furies quench-les thirst Is pleas'd with quaffing of ambitious bloud Then all you deuills whet my Poniards point And I
wil broach you a bloud-sucking heart Which full of bloud must bloud store to you yeeld Were it a peerce to flint or marble stone Why so it is for Caesars heart 's a stone Els would bee mooued with my Countries mone They say you furies instigate mens mindes And push their armes to finnish bloudy deedes Prick then mine Elbo goade my bloudy hand That it may goare Caesars ambitious heart Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 6. Enter Caesar Calphurnia Caes. Why thinkes my loue to fright me with her dreames Shall bug-beares feare Caesars vndaunted heart Whome Pompeys Fortune neuer could amaze Nor the French horse nor Mauritanian boe And now shall vaine illusions mee affright Or shadowes daunt whom substance could not quell Calphur. O dearest Caesar hast thou seene thy selfe As troubled dreames to me did faine thee seene Torne Wounded Maymed Blod-slaughtered Slaine O thou thy selfe wouldst then haue dread thy selfe And feard to thrust thy life to dangers mouth Caes. There you bewray the folly of your dreame For I am well aliue vncaught vntoucht Calphur, T' was in the Senate-house I sawe thee so And yet thou dreadles thither needes will go Caes. The Senate is a place of peace not death But these were but deluding visions Calphur. O do not set so little by the heauens Dreames at diuine men say they come from Ioue Beware betimes and bee not wise to late Mens good indeuours change the wills of Fate Caes. Weepe not faire loue let not thy wofull teares Bode mee I knowe what thou wouldest not haue to hap It will distaine mine honor wonne in fight To say a womans dreame could me affright Cal. O Caesar no dishonour canst thou get In seeking to preuent vnlucky chance Foole-hardy men do runne vpon their death Bee thou in this perswaded by thy wife No vallour bids thee cast away thy life Caes. T is dastard cowardize and childish feare To dread those dangers that do not appeare Cal. Thou must sad chance by fore-cast wise resist Or being done say boote-les had I wist Caes. But for to feare wher 's no suspition Will to my greatnesse be derision Cal. There lurkes an adder in the greenest grasse Daungers of purpose alwayes hide their face Caes. Perswade no more Caesar's resolu'd to go Cal. The Heauens resolue that hee may safe returne For if ought happen to my loue but well His danger shal be doubled with my death Exit Enter Augur Augur I come they are but yet they are not gon Caes. What hast thou sacrifiz'd as custome is Before wee enter in the Senat-house Augur O stay those steeps that leade thee to thy death The angry heauens with threeatning dire aspect Boding mischance and balfull massacers Menace the ouerthrowe of Caesars powres Saturne sits frowning on the God of Warre VVho in their sad coniunction do conspire Vniting both their bale full influences To heape mischance and danger to thy life The Sacrificing beast is heart-les found Sad ghastly sightes and raysed Ghostes appeare Which fill the silent woods with groning cries The hoarse Night-rauen tunes the chearles voyce And calls the bale-full Owle and howling Doge To make a consort In whose sad song is this Neere is the ouerthrow of Caesars blisse Exit Caesar The world is set to fray mee from my wits Heer 's harteles Sacrifice and visions Howlinge and cryes and gastly grones of Ghosts Soft Caesar do not make a mockery Of these Prodigious signes sent from the Heauens Calphurnias Dreame lumping which Augurs words Shew if thou markest it Caesar cause to feare This day the Senate there shal be dissolued And I le returne to my Calphurnia home One giues him a paper What hast thou heare that thou presents vs with Pre. A thing my Lord that doth concerne your life Which loue to you and hate of such a deed Makes me reueale vnto your excellence Caesar laughs Smilest thou or think'st thou it some idle toy Thout frowne a non to read so many names That haue conspird and sworne thy bloody death Exit Enter Cassius Cassius Now must I come and with close subtile girdes Deceaue the prey that I le deuoure anon My Lord the Sacred Senate doth expect Your royall presence in Pompeius court Caesar Cassius they tell me that some daungers nigh And death pretended in the Senate house Cassi. What danger or what wrong can be Where harmeles grauitie and vertue sits T is past all daunger present death it is Nor is it wrong to render due desert To feare the Senators without a cause Will bee a cause why thei le be to be feared Caesa. The Senate stayes for me in Pompeye court And Caesars heere and dares not goe to them Packe hence all dread of danger and of death What must be must be Caesars prest for all Cassi. Now haue I sent him headlong to his ende Vengance and death awayting at his heeles Caesar thy life now hangeth on a twine Which by my Poniard must bee cut in twaine Thy chaire of state now turn'd is to thy Beere Thy Princely robes to make thy winding sheete The Senators the Mourners ore the Hearse And Pompeys Court thy dreadfull graue shal be Senators crie all at once Omnes Hold downe the Tyrant stab him to the death Casi. Now doth the musick play and this the song That Cassius heart hath thirsted for so long And now my Poniard in this mazing sound Must strike that touch that must his life confound Stab on stab on thus should your Poniards play Aloud deepe note vpon this trembling Kay stab him Buco. Bucolian sends thee this stab him Cum. And Cumber this stab him Cas. Take this frō Casca for to quite Romes wronges Caes. Why murtherous villaines know you whō you strike T is Caesar Caesar whom your Poniards pierce Caesar whose name might well afright such slaues O Heauens that see and hate this haynous guilt And thou Immortall Ioue that Idle holdest Deluding Thunder in thy faynting hand Why stay'st thy dreadfull doome and dost with-hold Thy three-fork'd engine to reuenge my death But if my plaintes the Heauens cannot mooue Then blackest hell and Pluto bee thou iudge You greesly daughters of the cheereles night Whose hearts nor praier nor pitty ere could lend Leaue the black dungeon of your Chaos deepe Come and with flaming brandes into the world Reuenge and death bringe seated in your eyes And plauge these villaynes for their trecheries Enter Brutus Bru. I haue held Anthony with a vaine discourse The whilst the deed 's in execution But liues hee still yet doth the Tyrant breath Chalinging Heauens with his blasphemies Heere Brutus maketh a passage for thy Soule To plead thy cause for them whose ayde thou crauest Caes. What Brutus to nay nay then let me die Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude Bru. I bloody Caesar Caesar Brutus too Doth geeue thee this and this to quite Romes wrongs Cassius O had the Tyrant had as many liues As that fell Hydra borne in Lerna lake That heare I still might
the monuments of Roman Kinges And build a Temple to his memory Honoring therein his sacred Deity Exeunt omnes ACT. 4. SC. 2. Enter Cassius and Brutus with an army Cassi. Now Romains proud foe worlds common enemy In his greatest hight and chiefest Iollitie In the Sacred Senate-house is done to death Euen as the Consecrated Oxe which soundes At horny alters in his dying pride VVith flowry leaues and gar-lands all bedight Stands proudly wayting for the hasted stroke Till hee amazed with the dismall sound Falls to the Earth and staines the holy ground The spoyles and riches of the conquered world Are now but idle Trophies of his tombe His laurell gar-landes do but Crowne his chaire His sling his shilde and fatall bloudy speare VVhich hee in battell oft 'gainst Rome did beare Now serue for nought but rusty monuments Bru. So Romulus when proud ambition His former vertue and renowne had stayned Did by the Senators receiue his end But soft what boades Titinnius hasting speede Enter Titinnius Titin. The frantike people and impatient By Anthonyes exhorting to reuenge Runne madding throw the bloudy streetes of Rome Crying Reuenge and murthering they goe All those that caused Caesars ouerthrowe Cassi. The wauering people pytiyng Caesars death Do rage at vs who fore to winne their weale Spare not the danger of our dearest liues But since no safety Rome for vs affordes Brutus wee ll hast vs to our Prouinces I into Syre thou into Maccedon Where wee will muster vp such martiall bandes As shall afright our following enemies Bru. In Thessaly wee le meete the Enemy And in that ground distaynd with Pompeys bloud And fruitefull made with Romane massaker VVee le either sacrifice our guilty foe To appease the furies of these howling Ghostes That wander restles through the shemy ground Or else that Thessaly bee a common Tombe To bury those that fight to infranchize Rome Titin. Brauely resolu'd I see yong Brutus minde Strengthned with force of vertues sacred rule Contemneth death and holdes proud chance in scorne Bru. I that before fear'd not to do the deede Shall neuer now repent it being done No more I Fortun'd like the Roman Lord Whose faith brought death yet with immortall fame I kisse thee hand for doing such a deede And thanke my heart for this so Noble thought And blesse the Heauens for fauoring my attempts For Noble Rome and if thou beest not free Yet I haue done what euer lay in mee And worthy friend as both our thoughts conspired And ioyned in vnion to performe this deede This acceptable deede to Heauens and Rome So le ts continue in our high resolue And as wee haue with honor thus begunne So le ts persist vntill our liues bee done Cassi. Then let vs go and with our warlike troopes Collected from our seuerall Prouinces Make Asia subiect to our Conquering armes Brutus thou hast commanded the Illirian bandes The feared Celts and Lusitanian horse Parthenians proud and Thrasians borne in warre And Macedon yet proud with our old actes With all the flowre of Louely Thessaly Vnder my warlike collours there shall march New come from Syria and from Babilon The warlike Mede and the Arabian Boe The Parthian fighting when hee seemes to flie Those conquering Gauls that built their seates in Greece And all the Costers on the Mirapont ACT. 3. SCE. 1. Enter Caesars Ghost Gho. Out of the horror of those shady vaultes Where Centaurs Harpies paynes and furies fell And Gods and Ghosts and vgly Gorgons dwell My restles soule comes heere to tell his wronges Hayle to thy walles thou pride of all the world Thou art the place where whilome in my life My seat of mounting honour was erected And my proud throane that seem'd to check the heauens But now my pompe and I are layd more lowe With these asosiates of my ouerthrow Here ancient Assur and proud Belus lyes Ninus the first that sought a Monarches name Atrides fierce with the Aeacides The Greeke Heros and the Troian flower Blood-thirsting Cyrus and the conquering youth That sought to fetch his pedegree from Heauen Sterne Romulus and proud Tarquinius The mighty Sirians and the Ponticke Kings Alcides and the stout Carthagian Lord The fatall enemie to the Roman name Ambitious Sylla and fierce Marius And both the Pompeyes by me don to death I am the last not least of the same crue Looke on my deeds and say what Caesar was Thessalia Aegipt Pontus Africa Spayne Brittaine Almany and France Saw many a bloody tryall of my worth But why doe I my glory thus restraine When all the world was but a Charyot Wherein I rode Triumphing in my pride But what auayles this tale of what I was Since in my chefest hight Brutus base hand With three and twenty wounds my heart did goare Giue me my sword and shild I le be Reueng'd My mortall wounding speare and goulden Crest I will dishorse my foemen in the field Alasse poore Caesar thou a shadow art An ayery substance wanting force and might Then will I goe and crie vpon the world Exclame on Anthony and Octauian Which seeke through discord and discentions broyles T imbrue their weapons in each others blood And leaue to execute my iust reuenge I heare the drummes and bloody Trumpets sound O how this sight my greeued soule doth wound Enter Anthony at on dore Octauian at another with Souldiers Anth. Now martiall friends competitors in armes You that will follow Anthony to fight Whome stately Rome hath oft her Consull seene Grac'd with eternall trophes of renowne With Libian triumphes and liberian spoyles Who scorns to haue his honour now distaind Or credit blemisht by a Boyes disgrace Prepare your dauntles stomakes to the fight Where without striking you shall ouer come Octa. Fellowes in war-faire which haue often serued Vnder great Caesar my disceased sier And haue return'd the conquerors of the world Clad in the Spoyles of all the Orient That will not brooke that any Roman Lord Should iniure mighty Iulius Caesars sonne Recall your wonted vallour and these hearts That neuer entertaynd Ignoble thoughts And make my first warre-faire and fortunate Ant. Strike vp drums and let your banners flie Thus will we set vpon the enemy Gho. Cease Drums to strike and fould your banners vp Wake not Bellona with your trumpets Clange Nor call vnwilling Mars vnto the field See Romaines see my wounds not yet clos'd vp The bleeding monuments of Caesars wronges Haue you so soone for got my life and death My life wherein I reard your fortunes vp My death wherein my reared fortune fell My life admir'd and wondred at of men My death which seem'd vnworthy to the Gods My life which heap'd on you rewards and gifts My death now begges one gift a iust reueng Ant. A Chilly cowld possesseth all my Ioyntes And pale wan feare doth cease my fainting heart Octa. O see how terrible my Fathers lookes My haire stands stiffe to see his greisly hue Alasse I deare not looke him in the face