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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A73627	The tragedie of Cæsar and Pompey or Cæsars reuenge Priuately acted by the students of Trinity Colledge in Oxforde.		1607 (1607)	STC 4340; ESTC S122351	39,594	74

stab and stabing kill Till that more liues might bee extinquished Then his ambition Romanes Slaughtered Tre. How heauens haue iustly on the authors head Returnd the guiltles blood which he hath shed And Pompey he who caused thy Tragedy Here breathles lies before thy Noble Statue Enter Anthony Anth. What cryes of death resound within my eates Whome I doe see great Caesar buchered thus What said I great I Caesar thou wast great But O that greatnes was that brought thy death O vniust Heauens if Heauens at all there be Since vertues wronges makes question of your powers How could your starry eyes this shame behold How could the sunne see this and not eclipze Fayre bud of fame ill cropt before thy time What Hyrcan tygar or wild sauage bore For he more heard then Bore or Tyger was Durst do so vile and execrate a deede Could not those eyes so full of maiesty Nor priesthood o not thus to bee prophand Nor yet the reuerence to this sacred place Nor flowing eloquence of thy goulden tounge Nor name made famous through immortall merit Deter those murtherors from so vild a deed Sweete friend accept these obsequies of mine Which heare with teares I doe vnto thy hearse And thou being placed among the shining starrs Shalt downe from Heauen behold what deepe reueng I will inflict vpon the murtherers Exit with Caesar in his armes FINIS Act. 3. Enter Discord Dis. Brutus thou hast what long desire hath sought Caesar Lyes weltring in his purple Goare Thou art the author of Romes liberty Proud in thy murthering hand and bloody knife Yet thinke Octauian and sterne Anthony Cannot let passe this murther vnreuenged Thessalia once againe must see your blood And Romane drommes must strike vp new alaromes Harke how Bellona shakes her angry lance And enuie clothed in her crimson weed Me thinkes I see the fiery shields to clash Eagle gainst Eagle Rome gainst Rome to fight Phillipi Caesar quittance must thy wronges Whereas that hand shall stab that trayterous heart That durst encourage it to worke thy death Thus from thine ashes Caesar doth arise As from Medeas haples scatered teeth New flames of wars and new outragious broyles Now smile Aemathia that euen in thy top Romes victory and pride shal be entombd And those great conquerors of the vanquished earth Shall with their swords come there to dig their graues ACTVS 4. SCENA 1. Enter Octauian Octa. Mourne gentle Heauens for you haue lost your ioy Mourne greeued earth thy ornament is gon Mourne Rome in great thy Father is deceased Mourne thou Octauian thou it is must mourne Mourne for thy Vncle who is dead and gon Mourne for thy Father to vngently slaine Mourne for thy Friend whome thy mishap hath lost For Father Vnkell Friend go make thy mone Who all did liue who all did die in one But heere I vow these blacke and sable weeds The outward signes of inward heauines Shall changed be ere long to crimsen hew And this soft raiment to a coate of steele Caesar no more I heare the mornefull songs The tragick pomp of his sad exequies And deadly burning torches are at hand I must accompany the mornefull troope And sacryfice my teares to the Gods below Exit Enter Caesars Hearse Calphurnia Octauian Anthony Cicero Dolobella two Romaynes mourners Calp. Set downe the hearse and let Calphurnia weepe Weepe for her Lord and bath his Wounds in teares Feare of the world and onely hope of Rome Thou whilest thou liuedst was Calphurnias ioye And being dead my ioyes are dead with thee Here doth my care and comfort resting lie Let them accompany thy mournefull hearse Cice. This is the hearse of vertue and renowne Here stroe red roses and sweete violets And lawrell garlands for to crowne his fame The Princely weede of mighty conquerors These worthles obsequies poore Rome bestowes Vpon thy sacred ashes and deare hearse 1. Rom. And as a token of thy liuing praise And fame immortall take this laurell wreath Which witnesseth thy name shall neuer die And with this take the Loue and teares of Rome For on thy tombe shall still engrauen be Thy losse her griefe thy deathes her pittying thee Dolo. Vnwilling do I come to pay this debt Though not vnwilling for to crowne desert O how much rather had I this bestowed On thee returning from foes ouerthrow When liuing vertue did require such meede Then for to crowne thy vertue being dead Lord Those wreaths that in thy life our conquests crowned And our fayre triumphes beauty glorified Now in thy death do serue thy hearse to adorne For Caesars liuing vertues to bee crowned Not to be wept as buried vnder grownd 2. Ro. Thou whilest thou liuedst wast faire vertues flowre Crowned with eternall honor and renowne To thee being dead Flora both crownes and flowers The cheefest vertues of our mother earth Doth giue to gratulate thy noble hearse Let then they soule diuine vouchsafe to take These worthles obsequies our loue doth make Calp. All that I am is but despaire and greefe This all I giue to Celebrate thy death What funerall pomp of riches and of pelfe Do you expect Calphurnia giues her selfe Ant. You that to Caesar iustly did decree Honors diuine and sacred reuerence And oft him grac'd with titles well deserued Of Countries Father stay of Commonwealth And that which neuer any bare before Inviolate Holy Consecrate Vntucht Doe see this friend of Rome this Contryes Father This Sonne of lasting fame and endles praise And in a mortall trunke immortall vertue Slaughtered profan'd and bucherd like a beast By trayterous handes and damned Paracides Recounte those deedes and see what he hath don Subdued those nations which three hundred yeares Remaynd vnconquered still afflicting Rome And recompensed the firy Capitoll With many Citties vnto ashes burnt And this reward these thankes you render him Here lyes he dead to whome you owe your liues By you this slaughtered body bleedes againe Which oft for you hath bled in fearefull fight Sweete woundes in which I see distressed Rome From her pearc'd sides to powre forth streames of bloud Bee you a witnesse of my sad Soules griefe And of my teares which wounded heart doth bleede Not such as vse from womanish eyes proceede Octa. And were the deede most worthy and vnblamed Yet you vnworthely did do the same Who being partakers with his enemies By Caesar all were saued from death and harme And for the punnishment you should haue had You were prefer'd to Princely dignities Rulers and Lordes of Prouinces were you made Thus thanke-les men hee did preferre of nought That by their hands his murther might be wrought All at once except Anthony and Octauian Omnes Reuenge Reuenge vpon the murtherers Antho. Braue Lords this worthy resolution shewes Your deerest loue and great affection VVhich to this slaughtered Prince you alwaies bare And may like bloudy chance befall my life If I be slack for to reuenge his death Octa. Now on my Lords this body le ts inter Amongest