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The tragedie of Cæsar and Pompey or Cæsars reuenge Priuately acted by the students of Trinity Colledge in Oxforde.
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VVhich turnes his edge and waxeth blunt to wound A brest so fraught with vertue excellent Ca. Seni. VVhy dost thou let me of my firme resolue Vnkinde boy hinderer of thy Fathers ioy Why dost thou slay me or wilt thou betray Thy Fathers life vnto his foe-mens hands And yet I wrong thy faith and loue too much In thy soules kindenesse t is thou art vnkinde Cat. Iun. If for your selfe you do this life reiect Yet you your Sonnes and Countries sake respect Rob not my yong yeares of so sweete a stay Nor take from Rome the Pillor of her strength Cat. Sene. Although I die yet do I leaue behinde My vertues fauor to bee thy youths guide But for my Country could my life it profit I le not refuse to liue that died for it Now doth but one smal snuffe of breath remaine And that to keepe should I mine Honor staine Cat. Iuni. Where you do striue to shew your vertue most There more you do disgrace it Cowards vse To shun the woes and trobles of this life Basely to flie to deaths safe sanctuary When constant vertues doth the hottest brunt's Of griefes assaultes vnto the end endure Ca. Seni. Thy words preuaile come lift me vp my Son And call some help to binde my bleeding wounds Cat. Iuni. Father I go with a more willing minde Then did Aeneas when from Troyan fire He bare his Father and did so restore The greatest gift hee had receiued before Exit Cat. Seni. Now haue I freed mee of that hurtfull Loue Which interrupted my resolued will Which all the world can neuer stay nor change Caesar whose rule commands both Sea and Land Is not of powre to hinder this weake hand And time succeeding shall behold that I Although not liue yet died courragiously stab himselfe Enter Cato Iunior Ca. Iuni. O hast thou thus to thine owne harme deceiu'd me Well I perceiue thy Noble dauntles heart Because it would not beare the Conquerors insolence Vsed on it selfe this cruell violence I know not whether I should more lament That by thine owne hand thou thus slaughtred art Or Ioy that thou so nobly didst depart Exit FINIS ACTVS 2. Enter Discord Dis. Now Caesar rides triumphantly through Rome And deckes the Capitoll with Pompeys spoyle Ambition now doth vertues seat vsurp Then thou Reuengfull great Adastria Queene Awake with horror of thy dubbing Drumm And call the snaky furies from below To dash the Ioy of their triumphing pride Erinnis kindle now thy Stigian brands In discontented Brutus boyling brest Let Caesar die a bleeding sacrifice Vnto the Soule of thy dead Country Rome Why sleepest thou Cassius wake thee from thy dreame And yet thou naught dost dreame but blood and death For dreadfull visions do afright thy sleepe And howling Ghosts with gastly horrors cry By Cassius hand must wicked Caesar die Now Rome cast of thy gaudy painted robes And cloth thy selfe in sable colored weedes Change thy vaine triumphs into funerall pomps And Caesar cast thy Laurell crowne apart And bind thy temples with sad Cypres tree Of warrs thus peace insues of peace more harmes Then erst was wrought by tragick wars alarmes Exit ACT. 3. SCE. 1. Enter Cassius Cas. Harke how Caesarians with resounding shoutes Tell heauens of their pompes and victories Caesar that long in pleasures idle lap And daliance vayne of his Proud Curtezan Had Iuld his sterne and bloody thoughts a sleepe Now in Rome streets ore Romaines come to triumph And to the Romains shews those Tropheyes sad Which from the Romaines he with blood did get The Tyrant mounted in his goulden chayre Rides drawne with milke white palferies in like pride As Phaebus from his Orientall gate Mounted vpon the firy Phlegetons backes Comes prauncing forth shaking his dewie locks Caesar thou art in gloryes cheefest pride Thy sonne is mounted in the highest poynt Thou placed art in top of fortunes wheele Her wheele must turne thy glory must eclipse Thy Sunne descend and loose his radiant light And if none be whose countryes ardent loue And losse of Roman liberty can moue I le be the man that shall this taske performe Cassius hath vowed it to dead Pompeys soule Cassius hath vowed it to afflicted Rome Cassius hath vowed it witnes Heauen and Earth Exit ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caesar Antony Dolobella Lords two Romaines others Caesar Now haue I shaked of these womanish linkes In which my captiud thoughts were chayned a fore By that fayre charming Circes wounding look And now like that same ten yeares trauayler Leauing be-hind me all my trobles past I come awayted with attending fame Who through her shrill triump doth my name resound And makes proud Tiber and Lygurian Poe Yet a sad winter of the Sunne-Gods losse Beare my names glory to the Ocean mayne Which to the worlds end shall it bound it againe As from Phaegiean fields the King of Gods With conquering spoyles and Tropheus proud returnd When great Typheus fell by thundering darts And rod away with their Caelestiall troops In greatest pride through Heauens smooth paued way So shall the Pompeous glory of my traine Daring to match ould Saturns kingly Sonne Call downe these goulden lampes from the bright skie And leaue Heauen blind my greatnes to admire This laurell garland in fayre conquest made Shall stayne the pride of Ariadnes crowne Clad in the beauty of my glorious lampes Cassiopea leaue thy starry chayre And on my Sun-bright Chariot wheels attend Which in triumphing pompe doth Caesar beare To Earths astonishment and amaze of Heauen Now looke proude Rome from thy seuen-fould seate And see the world thy subiect at thy feete And Caesar ruling ouer all the world Dolo. Now let vs cease to boast of Romulus First author of high Rome and Romaines name Nor talke of Scaurus worthy Africans The scurge of Libia and of Carthage pride Nor of vnconquered Paulus dauntles minde Since Caesars glory them exceedes as farre As shining Phebe doth the dimmest starre Ant. Like as the Ship-man that hath lost the starre By which his doubtfull ship he did direct Wanders in darkenes and in Cloudy night So hauing lost my starr my Gouernesse Which did direct me with her Sonne-bright ray In greefe I wander and in sad dismay And though of triumphes and of victoryes I do the out-ward signes and Trophies beare Yet see mine inward mind vnder that face Whose collours to these Triumphes is disgrace Lord As when from vanquished Macedonia Triumphing ore King Persius ouerthrow Conquering Aemelius in great glory came Shewing the worlds spoyles which he had bereft From the successors of great Alexander With such high pomp yea greater victories Caesar triumphing coms into fayre Rome 1. Rom. In this one Champion all is comprehended Which ancient times in seuerall men commended Alcides strength Achilles dauntles heart Great Phillips Sonne by magnanimity Sterne Pyrhus vallour and great Hectors might And all the prowes that ether Greece or Troy Brought forth in that same ten years Troians warre 2. Rom. Faire
And words do cleaue to my benummed Iawes Gho. For shame weake Anthony throw thy weapons downe Sonne sheath thy sword not now for to be drawne Brutus must feele the heauy stroke thereof But if that needes you will into the field And that warrs enuie pricks your forward hate To slacke your fury with each others blood Then forward on to your prepared deaths Let sad Alecto sound her fearefull trump Reueng a rise in lothsome fable weedes Light-shining Treasons and vnquenced Hates Horror and vgly Murther nights blacke child Let sterne Maegera on her thundering drumme Play gastly musicke to comfort your deathes Banner to banner foote gainst foote opos'd Sword against sword shild gainst shild and life to life Let death goe raginge through your armed rankes And load himselfe with heapes of murthered men And let Heauens iustice send you all to Hell Anth. Shamst thou not Anthony to draw thy sword On Caesars Sonne for rude rash youth full brawles And dost let passe their treason vnrevenged That Caesars life and glory both did end Octa. Shame of my selfe and this intended fight Doth make me feare t' approach his dreadfull sight Forgiue my slacknes to reuenge thy wronges Pardon my youth that rashly was mislead Through vaine ambition for to doe this deed Gho. Then ioyne your hands and heare let battle cease Chang feare to Ioy and warre to smooth-fac't Peace Oct. Then Father heere in sight of Heauen and thee I giue my hand and heart to Anthony Ant. Take likewise mine the hand that once was vowd To bee imbrued in thy luke-warme bloud VVhich now shall strike in yong Octauians rights Gho. Now sweare by all the Dieties of Heauen All Gods and powers you do adore and serue For to returne my murther on their cruell head Whose trayterous hands my guiltles bloud haue shed Anth. Then by the Gods that through the raging waues Brought thee braue Troian to old Latium And great Quirinus placed now in Heauen By the Gradinus that with shield of Brasse Defendest Rome by the ouerburning flames Of Vesta and Carpeian Towers of Ioue Vowes Anthony to quite thy worthy death Or in performance loose his vitall breath Octa. The like Octauian vowes to Heauen and thee Gho. Then go braue warriors with succesfull hap Fortune shall waite vpon your rightfull armes And courage sparkell from your Princely eyes Dartes of reuenge to daunt your enemies Antho. Now with our armies both conioyned in one Wee le meete the enemy in Macedon Aemathian fieldes shall change her flowry greene And die proud Flora in a sadder hew Siluer Stremonia whose faire Christall waues Once sounded great Alcides echoing fame When as he slew that fruitefull headed snake Which Lerna long-time fostered in her wombe Shall in more tragick accentes and sad tunes Eccho the terror of thy dismall fight Hemus shall fat his barren fieldes with bloud And yellow Ceres spring from woundes of men The toyling husband-men in time to come Shall with his harrow strike on rusty helmes And finde and wonder at our swordes and speares And with his plowe dig vp braue Romans graues Finis Act. ACT. 5. SCE. 1. Enter Discord Dis. The balefull haruest of my ioy thy woe Gins ripen Brutus Heauens commande it so Pale sad Auernus opes his yawning Iawes Seeking to swallow vp thy murtherous soule The furies haue proclaym'd a festiuall And meane to day to banquet with thy bloud Now Heauens array you in your clowdy weedes Wrap vp the beauty of your glorious lamp And dreadfull Chaos of sad drery night Thou Sunne that climest vp to the easterne hill And in thy Chariot rides with swift steedes drawne In thy proud Iollity and radiant glory Go back againe and hide thee in the sea Darkenesse to day shall couer all the world Let no light shine but what your swords can strike From out their steely helmes and fiery shildes Furies and Ghosts with your blue-burning lampes In mazing terror ride through Roman rankes With dread affrighting those stout Champions hearts All stygian fiendes now leaue whereas you dwell And come into the world and make it hell Enter Cassius Brutus Titinnius Cato Iunior with an army marching Casi. Thus far wee march with vnresisted armes Subduing all that did our powres with-stand Laodicia whose high reared walles Faire Lyeas washeth with her siluer waue And that braue monument of Perseus fame With Tursos vaild to vs her vanting pride Faire Rhodes I weepe to thinke vpon thy fall Thou wert to stubberne else thou still hadst stood Inviolate of Cassius hurtles hand That was my nurse where in my youth I drew The flowing milke of Greekish eloquence Proud Capadocia sawe her King captiu'd And Dolabella vanting in the spoyles Of slayne Trebonius fall as springing tree Seated in louely Tempes pleasant shades Whom beuteous spring with blossoms braue hath deckt And sweete Fauonia manteled all in greene By winters rage doth loose his flowry pride And hath each twigg bar'd by northerne winds Thus from the conquest of proud Palestine Hether in triumph haue we march'd along Making our force-commaunding rule to stretch From faire Euphrates christall flowing waues Vnto the Sea which yet weepes Io's death Slayne by great Hercules repenting hand Bru. Of all the places by my sword subdued Pitty of thee poore Zanthus moues me most Thrise hast thou ben beseeged by thy foe And thrise to saue thy liberty hast felt The fatall flames of thine owne cruell hand First being beseeg'd by Harpalus the Mede The sterne performer of proud Cyrus wrath Next when the Macedonian Phillips sonne Did rayse his engines gainst thy battered walls Proud Zanthus that did scorne to beare the yoake That all the world was forced to sustaine Last when that I my selfe did guirt thy walls With troopes of high resolued Roman hearts Rather then thou wouldest yeeld to Brutus sword Or stayne the mayden honour of thy Towne Did'st sadly fall as proud Numantia Scorning to yeeld to conquering Scipios power Cas. And now to thee Phillipi are wee come Whose fields must twise feele Roman cruelty And flowing blood like to Darcean playnes When proud Eteocles on his foaming steede Rides in his fury through the Argean troopes Now making great Aerastus giue him way Now beating back Tidaeus puissant might The ground not dry'd from sad Pharsalian blood Will now bee turned to a purple lake And bleeding heapes and mangled bodyes slayne Shall make such hills as shall surpasse in height The Snowy Alpes and aery Appenines Titi. A Scout brought word but now that he descryd Warlike Anthonius and young Caesars troopes Marching in fury ouer Thessalian playnes As great Gradinus when in angry moode He driues his chariot downe from heauens top And in his wheels whirleth reueng and death Heere by Phillippi they will pich their tents And in these fieldes fatall to Roman liues Hazard the fortune of the doubtfull fight Cat. O welcome thou this long expected day On which dependeth Romane liberty Now Rome thy freedom hangeth in suspence And this the day that must