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Cornelia; Cornélie. English
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Garnier, Robert, 1544-1590.; Kyd, Thomas, 1558-1594.
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CORNELIA AT LONDON Printed by Iames Roberts for N. L. and John Busbie 1594 To the vertuously Noble and rightly honoured Lady the Countesse of Sussex HAuing no leysure most noble Lady but such as euermore is traueld with th' afflictions of the minde then which the world affoords no greater misery it may bee wondred at by some how I durst vndertake a matter of this moment which both requireth cunning rest and oportunity but chiefely that I would attempt the dedication of so rough vnpollished a worke to the suruey of your so worthy selfe But beeing well instructed in your noble and heroick dispositions and perfectly assur'd of your honourable fauours past though neyther making needles glozes of the one nor spoyling paper with the others Pharisaical embroderie I have persum'd vpon your true conceit and entertainement of these small endeuours that thus I purposed to make known my memory of you and them to be immortall A fitter present for a Patronesse so well accomplished I could not finde then this faire president of honour magnanimitie and loue VVherein what grace that excellent GARNIER hath lost by my defaulte I shall beseech your Honour to repaire with the regarde of those so bitter times and priuie broken passions that I endured in the writing it And so vouchsafing but the passing of a VVinters weeke with desolate Cornelia I will assure your Ladiship my next Sommers better trauell with the Tragedy of Portia And euer spend one howre of the day in some kind seruice to your Honour and another of the night in wishing you all happines Perpetually thus deuoting my poore selfe Your Honors in all humblenes T. K. The Argument CORNELIA the Daughter of Metellus Scipio a young Romaine Lady as much accomplisht with the graces of the bodie the vertues of the minde as euer any was was first married to young Crassus who died with his Father in the disconfiture of the Romains against the Parthians Afterward she tooke to second husbande Pompey the great who three yeeres after vpon the first fiers of the ciuill warres betwixt him Caesar sent her fro thence to Mitilen there to attende the incertaine successe of those affaires And when he sawe that hee was vanquisht at Pharsalia returnd to find her out carrie her with him into Egipt where his purpose was to haue re-enforc'd a newe Armie and giue a second assault to Caesar In this voyage hee was murdred by Achillas and Septimius the Romaine before her eyes and in the presence of his young Sonne Sextus and some other Senators his friends After which shee retyred herselfe to Rome But Scipio her Father beeing made Generall of those that suruiued after the battaile assembled new forces and occupied the greater part of Afrique allying himselfe to Iuba King of Numidia Against all whō Caesar after he had ordred the affayres of Egipt and the state of Rome in the end of VVinter marched And there after many light encounters was a fierce and furious battaile giuen amongst them neere the walls of Tapsus Where Scipio seeing himselfe subdued and his Armie scattered he betooke himselfe with some small troope to certaine shippes which he had caused to stay for him Thence he sailed towarde Spayne where Pompeys Faction commaunded and where a suddaine tempest tooke him on the Sea that draue him backe to Hippon a Towne in Affrique at the deuotion of Caesar where lying at anchor he was assailed beaten assaulted by the aduerse Fleete And for hee woulde not fall aliue into the hands of his so mightie Enemie hee stabd himselfe and suddainly leapt ouer boorde into the Sea and there dyed Caesar hauing finished these warres and quietly reduc'd the Townes and places there-about to his obedience return'd to Rome in tryumph for his victories Where this most faire and miserable Ladie hauing ouer-mourn'd the death of her deere husband and vnderstanding of these crosse euents and haples newes of Affrique together with the pitteous manner of her Fathers ende shee tooke as shee had cause occasion to redouble both her teares and lamentations wherewith she closeth the Catastrophe of this theyr Tragedie ⧠INTERLOCVTORES M. Cicero Phillip Deci. Brutus M. Anthony Cornelia C. Cassius Iulius Caesar The Messenger CHORVS CORNELIA ACTVS PRIMVS CICERO VOuchsafe Immortals and aboue the rest Great Iupiter our Citties sole Protector That if prouok'd against vs by our euils You needs wil plague vs with your ceasles wroth At least to chuse those forth that are in fault And saue the rest in these tempestious broiles Els let the mischiefe that should them befall Be pour'd on me that one may die for all Oft hath such sacrafice appeas'd your ires And oft yee haue your heauie hands with-held From this poore people when with one mans losse Your pittie hath preseru'd the rest vntucht But we disloiall to our owne defence Faint-harted do those liberties enthrall Which to preserue vnto our after good Our fathers hazarded their derest blood Yet Brutus Manlius hardie Sceuola And stout Camillus are returnd fro Stix Desiring Armes to ayde our Capitoll Yea come they are and fiery as before Vndera Tyrant see our bastard harts Lye idely sighing while our shamefull soules Endure a million of base controls Poysoned Ambition rooted in high mindes T' is thou that train'st vs into all these errors Thy mortall couetize peruerts our lawes And teares our freedom from our franchiz'd harts Our Fathers found thee at their former walls And humbled to theyr of-spring left thee dying Yet thou reuiuing foyl'dst our Infant Towne With guiltles blood by brothers hands out-lanched And hongst O Hell vpon a Forte halfe finisht Thy monstrous murder for a thing to marke But faith continues not where men command Equals are euer bandying for the best A state deuided cannot firmely stand Two Kings within one realme could neuer rest Thys day we see the Father and the sonne Haue fought like foes Pharsalias miserie And with their blood made marsh the parched plaines While th' earth that gron'd to beare theyr carkasses Bewail'd th' insatiat humors of them both That as much blood in wilfull follie spent As were to tame the world sufficient Now Parthia feare no more for Crassus death That we will come thy borders to besiege Nor feare the darts of our couragious troopes For those braue souldiers that were sometime wont To terrifie thee with their names are dead And ciuill furie fiercer then thine hosts Hath in a manner this great Towne ore-turn'd That whilom was the terror of the world Of whom so many Nations stood in feare To whom so many Nations prostrate stoopt Ore whom saue heauen nought could signorize And whom saue heauen nothing could afright Impregnable immortall and whose power Could neuer haue beene curb'd but by it selfe For neither could the flaxen-haird high Dutch A martiall people madding after Armes Nor yet the fierce and fiery humor'd French The More that trauels to the Lybian sands The Greek Th' Arabian Macedons or Medes Once dare t'
hath enricht the Empire with newe states Cass. Which with ambition now he ruinates Bru. He hath reueng'd the Gaules old iniurie And made them subiect to our Romaine Lawes Cassius The restfull Almaynes with his crueltie He rashly styrd against vs without cause And hazarded our Cittie and our selues Against a harmeles Nation kindly giuen To whom we should do well for some amends To render him and reconcile old frends These Nations did he purposely prouoke To make an Armie for his after-ayde Against the Romains whom in pollicie He train'd in warre to steale theyr signiorie Like them that stryuing at th' Olympian sports To grace themselues with honor of the game Annoynt theyr sinewes fit for wrestling And ere they enter vse some exercise The Gaules were but a fore-game fecht about For ciuill discord wrought by Caesars sleights Whom to be King himselfe he so one remou'd Teaching a people hating seruitude To fight for that that did theyr deaths conclude Bru. The warrs once ended we shall quickly know Whether he will restore the state or no Cas. No Brutus neuer looke to see that day For Caesar holdeth signiorie too deere But know while Cassius hath one drop of blood To feede this worthles body that you see What reck I death to doe so many good In spite of Caesar Cassius will be free Bru. A generous or true enobled spirit Detests to learne what tasts of seruitude Cass. Brutus I cannot serue nor see Rome yok'd No let me rather dye a thousand deaths The stiftneckt horses champe not on the bit Nor meekely beare the rider but by force The sturdie Oxen toyle not at the Plough Nor yeeld vnto the yoke but by constraint Shall we then that are men and Romains borne Submit vs to vnvrged slauerie Shall Rome that hath so many ouer-throwne Now make herselfe a subiect to her owne O base indignitie A beardles youth Whom King Nicomides could ouer-reach Commaunds the world and brideleth all the earth And like a Prince controls the Romulists Braue Romaine Souldiers sterne-borne sons of Mars And none not one that dares to vndertake The intercepting of his tyrannie O Brutus speake O say Seruilius Why cry you ayme and see vs vsed thus But Brutus liues and sees and knowes and feeles That there is one that curbs their Countries weale Yet as he were the semblance not the sonne Of noble Brutus hys great Grandfather As if he wanted hands sence sight or hart He doth deuiseth sees nor dareth ought That may exstirpe or raze these tyrannies Nor ought doth Brutus that to Brute belongs But still increaseth by his negligence His owne disgrace and Caesars violence The wrong is great and ouer-long endur'd We should haue practized conspierd coniur'd A thousand waies and weapons to represse Or kill out-right this cause of our distresse Chorus WHo prodigally spends his blood Brauely to doe his country good And liueth to no other end But resolutely to attempt VVhat may the innocent defend And bloody Tyrants rage preuent And he that in his soule assur'd Hath waters force and fire endur'd And past the pikes of thousand hostes 'To free the truth from tyrannie And feareles scowres in danger coasts T' enlarge his countries liberty VVere all the world his foes before Now shall they loue him euer-more His glory spred abroade by Fame On wings of his posteritie From obscure death shall free his name To liue in endles memorie All after ages shall adore And honor him with hymnes therefore Yeerely the youth for ioy shall bring The fairest flowers that grow in Rome And yeerely in the Sommer sing O're his heroique kingly Tombe For so the two Athenians That from their fellow cittizens Did freely chase vile seruitude Shall liue for valiant prowesse blest No Sepulcher shall ere exclude Their glorie equall with the best But when the vulgar mad and rude Repay good with ingratitude Hardly then they them reward That to free them fro the hands Of a Tyrant nere regard In what plight their person stands For high Ioue that guideth all When he lets his iust wrath fall To reuenge proud Diadems VVith huge cares doth crosse Kings liues Raysing treasons in their Realmes By their chyldren friends or wiues Therefore he whom all men feare Feareth all men euery where Feare that doth engender hate Hate enforcing them thereto Maketh many vnder-take Many things they would not doe O how many mighty Kings Liue in feare of petty things For when Kings haue sought by warrs Stranger Townes to haue o'rethrowne They haue caught deserued skarrs Seeking that was not theyr owne For no Tyrant commonly Lyuing ill can kindly die But eyther trayterously surprizd Doth coward poison quaile their breath Or their people haue deuis'd Or their guarde to seeke their death He onely liues most happilie That free and farre from maiestie Can liue content although vnknowne He fearing none none fearing him Medling with nothing but his owne VVhile gazing eyes at crownes grow dim Caesar Mar. Anthonie Caesar O Rome that with thy pryde dost ouer-peare The worthiest Citties of the conquered world Whose honor got by famous victories Hath fild heauens fierie vaults with frightfull horror O lofty towres O stately battlements O glorious temples O proude Pallaces And you braue walls bright heauens masonrie Grac'd with a thousand kingly diadems Are yee not styrred with a strange delight To see your Caesars matchles victories And how your Empire and your praise begins Through fame which hee of stranger Nations wins O beautious Tyber with thine easie streames That glide as smothly as a Parthian shaft Turne not thy crispie tydes like siluer curle Backe to thy grass-greene bancks to welcom vs And with a gentle murmure hast to tell The foming Seas the honour of our fight Trudge not thy streames to Trytons Mariners To bruite the prayses of our conquests past And make theyr vaunts to old Oceanus That hence-forth Tyber shall salute the seas More fam'd then Tyger or fayre Euphrates Now all the world wel-nye doth stoope to Rome The sea the earth and all is almost ours Be' it where the bright Sun with his neyghbor beames Doth early light the Pearled Indians Or where his Chariot staies to stop the day Tyll heauen vnlock the darknes of the night Be' it where the Sea is wrapt in Christall Ise Or where the Sommer doth but warme the earth Or heere or there where is not Rome renownd There lyues no King how great so e're he be But trembleth if he once but heare of mee Caesar is now earths fame und Fortunes terror And Caesars worth hath staynd old souldiers prayses Rome speake no more of eyther Scipio Nor of the Fabij or Fabritians Heere let the Decij and theyr glory die Caesar hath tam'd more Nations tane more Townes And fought more battailes then the best of them Caesar doth tryumph ouer all the world And all they scarcely conquered a nooke The Gaules that came to Tiber to carouse Dyd liue to see my souldiers drinke at Loyre And those braue Germains