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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

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