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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

along You but a tender Child my self though Young Yet of an Age to make that Beauty known Which Heav'n had lent me and some Hearts my own Above the rest Caesar his Passion shows Declares his Love but yet with Caution wooes Fearing the Senate he puts Pompey on Our bus'ness was by their new friendship done Pompey's Authority for his Sake we had And you this way with Royal Robes are clad But Caesar thus to gain us mighty Rome Thought not enough his Love persues us home His Purse as well as Heart he open'd wide And with his Treasure our Low state supply'd His thousand Talents which are yet unpaid Over the Rebells us Victorious made This knew our Dying Father and bestow'd Half that on me to whom the Whole he ow'd He knew the Kingdome was my Beauties prize And that he ow'd his Scepter to these Eyes Betwixt us two by his last Will the Land Restor'd by Caesar does Divided stand And thus you see it is no Partial end But sense of Honour makes me Pompey's friend Ptolom This story is contrived with a Dress Cleop. Of Caesar's coming here is an express The cause I have to bear me like a Queen Shall by your Self this Day perhaps be seen For some years past here treated like a Slave My right with-held which our just Father gave To flatter Slaves I have employ'd my breath Lest your bad Ministers should plot my Death From Photin and Achillas Tyranny Pompey or Caesar now will set me free One of those Two our Difference shall decide And then you 'l know the reason of my Pride Exit Cleopatra Scene the Fourth Ptolomey Photinus Ptolom WHat think you Photin of this haughty Dame Photin This secret never to my Knowledge came Confu●'d Uncertain in my Thoughts I find No mean whereby this Storm may be declin'd Ptolom Shall Pompey Live then Photin No the rather Dye This way you must with your fair Sister vye For Caesar's grace whose Gratitude may prove For such a Service equal to his Love Ptolom VVhat if her Charms with Caesar should prevail Photin She must be flatter'd if you think I fail VVith wise Septimius and Achillas you May take advice what you are next to do Ptolom From the high Tower wee 'l look on Pompey's fate And this Affair at their return debate Exeunt Act Second Scene First Cleopatra sola Cleop. YEs I do Love but must not let the flame Dazle me so as to neglect my Fame My heart feels both its Duties and by turns It sighs for Pompey and for Caesar burns Nor shall the Victors passion make me lose The sense of what our House to Pompey owes She that great Caesar loves should in her Soul Abhorr th' appearance of a Crime so foul It were an Injury to his Desire To think that Baseness can foment the Fire Enter Charmion Charm VVhat do you Caesar love and yet would raise Aegypt to trample on Pharsalia's Bays Stop the high course of Fate your Force direct 'Gainst him you Love and his great Foe protect Love is no Tyrant with you I perceive Cleop. VVith their high Birth Princes this good receive Their Souls partake their Generous race and so Their rudest Passions to their Virtue bow And whilst the Dictates of their own high Blood They dare observe Illustrious and all good That they determine and the ill we find Flows from the Counsel of some Baser Mind Thus is great Pompey lost the King would save A friend distress'd Photinus diggs his Grave Charm Thus then of Caesar we in one Person see At once the Lover and the Enemy Cleop. No thus I Court him and no Charm there is Like that of Virtue o're a Mind like his Charm VVhat we Desire is easily Believ'd And where we Love we soonest are Deceiv'd Cleop. Know then a Queen that holds her Honour dear From no brave man a low neglect can fear And whensoe're she owns her high desire She meets an Equal if no greater Fire But this concerns not me who long ago Gave that great Conquerour the fatal Blow At Rome the haughty Man became my Slave And the first marks of his new Passion gave And since that time each Day some new express Brings me his Vows and tells me his Success Through France through Spain or wheresoe're he flies Fortune attends and Love Accompanies He VVorships me alone and to my Eyes Ascribes the Fame of all his Victories Oft with that hand all Reaking in the gore Of Slaughter'd foes my Pity does implore Beating his breast and with an humble guise Complains of Chains amidst his Victories Vows he no pleasure took on what he had won Till unto me the high Success was known In whose dear I ove alone he can receive The utmost Joys the Conquer'd world can give He offers me his Glory to my Laws Submits that Heart and Hand the VVorld obeys So that my Rigour like Joves Thunder can Make the most VVretched of the Greatest man Charm VVell I dare swear your Charms a Power enjoy VVhich though they boast of they will ne're Employ And the great Caesar shall no Trouble know If it can only from your Rigour grow But what d' you aim at or to what pretend Another VVife does all fair hopes defend The Holy band of Sacred Hymen keep His Soul enchain'd and all such Thoughts asleep Cleop. A fresh Divorce so common at this day May in my favour take those Lets away 'T was so he Marry'd her and who can blame Him to return her by the way she came Charm And who can say but hee 'l serve you so too Cleop. That sure my better Stars wo'nt let him do And if propitious Heaven but bless my Bed With any branch of his Illustrious seed That happy Union of our Blood will Joyn Our Interest so he 'll be for ever mine And since he hath no Children the new tye Will grow upon him and my Youth supply But whatsoe're befall me if I may I le be his Bride and though but one short Day Our Marriage last the Glory ne're can fall To have been once the Mighty Queen of all The Prostrate World this my Ambition says To which be it right or wrong my Soul obeys I Love the Noble heat and 't is alone The generous passion that a Queen may own Charm 'T is not the nearest way to Caesar's Bed Nor this thought greatness to save Pompey's Head Cleop. But 't is the Nobl'st and I should disdain The Highest Title with the Smallest Stain Then wonder not I Pompey thus protect For so my Honour and his Worth direct 'T is for his hapless Virtue all I may And would to Heaven h 'had ta'ne some other way And hope some friendly Storm will yet prevent Upon so Brave a Man our Foul Intent Forcing his Vessel from our Faithless shore But here comes Achoree will tell us more What is it done and is our cursed Land With the high Blood of the great Pompey stain'd Enter Achoree Achor Madam as

I should appease Romes Anger with your Head VVithout regard to seeming Love your State Or too late Penitence Indulge my Fate And make your Throne it self the Tragick Stage Did not your Sister obviate my Rage Your guilty Blood my Pardon only gains Because it runs in Cleopatra's Veins On your base Flatterers the fault I lay And am content their Lives the forfeit pay Guilty or Innocent I shall Esteem You as you Spare or as you Punish them Mean while to Pompey let new Altars rise VVith Honours such as to the Deities Are paid with Sacrifice your Crime repair And in that Work imploy your Cheifest care Among your Courtiers order this Design And leave me otherwise imploy'd with mine Exit Ptolomey Scene the Third ANtonius have you Aegypts Princess seen Anton. Yes and all wonders met in that fair Queen Heav'n never yet in such a Union Joyn'd All Beauties Charms with an Accomplish'd mind Her Look with a sweet Majesty replete The coldest Hearts invades with Conquering heat Her Wit surprizes and her bright Eyes so That were I Caesar I should Love her too Caesar. But how does she our offer'd Love receive Anton. As if she durst not but yet did believe With Weak Denials she invites to sue And seems not worthy though she thinks it due Caesar. Shall I prevail Anton. What doubt if you Command Her that Expects a Scepter from your Hand How should your Passion fear to be repell'd What can oppose him that has Pompey quell'd All the Objection that her Caution brings Is the Contempt that Romans have of Kings Something she 's troubl'd with Calphurnia too But all will Vanish at the sight of you To pleasing Hopes these Fears will soon give place When you shall Woo her with a Conquerours Grace Caesar. Le ts go and free her from this Trivial fear By making Caesars matchless Love appear Come le ts away Anton. Before you wait on her Know that Cornelia is your Prisoner Brought by Septimius whom his late Crimes raise To great Expectance of your thanks and praise Your Guards by Order when they first took Shore Led them tow'rds you without Expressing more Caesar. She must come in these News untimely stay Impatient hopes with Languishing delay O the Excess of Greatness that Imploys Our Life in Business and Deferrs our Joys Scene the Fourth Enter Cornelia with a Guard Septim MY Lord Caesar. Septimius to your Master go No Traitors shall abide with Caesar no Degenerate wretch that Roman Swords could bring From Pompeys Camp or mine to serve a King Cornel. Caesar for Envious Fates that I out-brave Can make me but your Prisoner not your Slave Expect not that their Rage should make me Bow To call you Lord That Homage is below Young Crassus Pompey's Widdow Scipio's Blood And what 's yet more a Roman Born how shou'd I stoop to that who am so much above The power of Fortune in my Birth and Love For Life 't is that I Blush to own that I Could stay behind when I saw Pompey Dye Though Pity with rude Force impos'd restraint From Steel or Waves It is my shame to want Those borrowed helps for loss of such a Friend Excess of Grief should Lingring Torments end Death were my Glory that your Captive I Live is the last Degree of Misery Caesar. The Nature of your Grief so Violent Does to your Thoughts through a Dark Veil present All black like Aegyp●s Monsters this belief Of them were Just not where a Roman's chief Cornel. O Heav'n upon my Birth what Planets shin'd That I must praise their Clemency to find My greatest Foe Rule here rather than one My Husbands hand Restor'd to his lost Throne Caesar upon your Triumphs set less rate Effects produc'd by my Disastrous fate Ruine my Portion to both Husbands paid Theirs and the whole Worlds Fortune has out-weigh'd 'T is I that with my Nuptial Knot ill ty'd Twice made the Gods forsake the Juster side O that on Caesar I had been bestow'd That Rome to my Misfortune might have ow'd Her freedome and thy Family the bane Of blasting Stars led thither as my Train Think not to change my Hate a Heart like mine Though force may Captivate can ne're incline Basely to sue what e're your Order Threats Cornelia neither Trembles nor Intreats Caesar. O worthy half of an Illustrious mate Your Courage we admire and mourn your Fate From whence you Sprung this great Heart amply proves And your Just Title to such Worthy Loves Young Crassus Pompey's Virtues whose reward Fate could not pay Scipio's great Soul the Guard Of our Distress'd and Threatned Deities Speak with your Voice and Sparkle in your Eyes No Dame so highly Married and so Born Does Rome the Mistress of the World Adorn Would Jove and all the Gods your Scipio sav'd From Punick Rage had heard but what I crav'd That in your Hero's Brest no mis-conceit Of my Design had made him thus retreat To Barbarous Courts on us he had rely'd And stop't his Flight to hear me Justified Then had I Triumph'd with a happier Doom Over Mistakes and Strife not Him and Rome And he his Losses recompenc'd might prove In the full Treasure of his Rivals Love To Live his Equal and to Dye his Friend Of my Contention was the only End His Mind once setled in a quiet state His Pardon I had got for partial Fate And with it gain'd Romes Alienated heart When she had known I had in his a part Cornel. Caesar great Promises are safely made Where the performance is but to a Shade The way 's too Common and we easily find Men to the Ashes of their Rivals kind Be still your self for we receive your Hate With better Welcome than a Love so Late Caesar. Yet Madam since with him these Hopes must Dye And Envious Fates so great a Joy deny To what is left of him that is to You Caesar shall render what to Both is due Be Mistriss of your Self I only pray The favour from you of a Two Days stay To be a Witness after all your Hate How I Resent his Loss Revenge his Fate That so the World for all the late Spilt flood May know the Price I set on Roman Blood Madam I leave you for a Moment see Good Lepidus that her Attendance be As Roman Ladies ought That is above What 's paid to greatest Queens let all things move At her Command Cornel. O Cruelty of Fate That I such Virtue should be forc't to Hate Exeunt Act Fourth Scene First Ptolomey Achillas Photinus Ptolom BEyond belief is the sad News you tell By the same Hand and Sword that Pompey fell Septimius slain Achillas wert thou there Saw'st thou the sad Effect of his Despair Achil. I saw him Dye and with his latest Breath Seem to advise us in the Pangs of Death To Judge of Caesars slow advised Rage Wrath soon Inflam'd as quickly may Asswage But study'd Anger and deliberate Hate Grows up with Time and carries certain fate Nor must

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