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Caesar and Pompey a Roman tragedy, declaring their vvarres. Out of whose euents is euicted this proposition. Only a iust man is a freeman. By George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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all things to an end So in th' appropriate honor of that end All things precedent haue their naturall frame And therefore is there a proportion Betwixt the ends of those things and their primes For else there could not be in their creation Alwayes or for the most part that firme forme In their still like existence that we see In each full creature What proportion then Hath an immortall with a mortall substance And therefore the mortality to which A man is subiect rather is a sleepe Then bestiall death since sleepe and death are call'd The twins of nature For if absolute death And bestiall sease the body of a man Then is there no proportion in his parts His soule being free from death which otherwise Retaines diuine proportion For as sleepe No disproportion holds with humane soules But aptly quickens the proportion Twixt them and bodies making bodies fitter To giue vp formes to soules which is their end So death twin-borne of sleepe resoluing all Mans bodies heauy parts in lighter nature Makes a reunion with the spritely soule When in a second life their beings giuen Holds their proportion firme in highest heauen Ath. Hold you our bodies shall reuiue resuming Our soules againe to heauen Cat. Past doubt though others Thinke heauen a world too high for our low reaches Not knowing the sacred sence of him that sings Ioue can let downe a golden chaine from heauen Which tyed to earth shall fetch vp earth and seas And what 's that golden chaine but our pure soules A golden beame of him let downe by him That gouern'd with his grace and drawne by him Can hoist this earthy body vp to him The sea and ayre and all the elements Comprest in it not while t is thus concret But fin'd by death and then giuen heauenly heat Ath. Your happy exposition of that place Whose sacred depth I neuer heard so sounded Euicts glad grant from me you hold a truth Stat. Is 't not a manly truth and mere diuine Cat. T is a good chearefull doctrine for good men But sonne and seruants this is only argu'd To spend our deare time well and no life vrgeth To any violence further then his owner And grauer men hold fit Le ts talke of Caesar He 's the great subiect of all talke and he Is hotly hasting on Is supper ready Mar. It is my Lord Cat. Why then let 's in and eat Our coole submission will quench Caesars heat Sta. Submission here 's for him Cat. Statilus My reasons must not strengthen you in error Nor learn'd Athenodorus gentle yeelding Talke with some other deepe Philosophers Or some diuine Priest of the knowing gods And heare their reasons in meane time come sup Exeunt Cato going out arme in arme betwixt Athen. and Statilius Act V. Scene I. Enter Ushers with the two Lentuli and Septimius before Cornelia Cyris Telesilla Lelia Drusus with others following Cornelia Septimius and the two Lentuli reading letters Cor. SO may my comforts for this good newes thriue As I am thankfull for them to the Gods Ioyes vnexpected and in desperate plight Are still most sweet and proue from whence they come When earths still Moonelike confidence in ioy Is at her full True ioy descending farre From past her sphere and from that highest heauen That moues and is not mou'd how farre was I From hope of these euents when fearefull dreames Of Harpies tearing out my heart of armies Terribly ioyning Cities kingdomes falling And all on me prou'd sleepe not twin to death But to me death it selfe yet making then These letters full of as much chearefull life I found closde in my hand O gods how iustly Ye laugh at all things earthly at all feares That rise not from your iudgements at all ioyes Not drawne directly from your selues and in ye Distrust in man is faith trust in him ruine Why write great learned men men merely rapt With sacred rage of confidence beleefe Vndanted spirits inexorable fate And all feare treading on t is all but ayre If any comfort be t is in despaire 1 Len. You learned Ladies may hold any thing 2 Lent Now madam is your walk from coach come neare The promontory where you late commanded A Sentinell should stand to see from thence If either with a nauy brought by sea Or traine by land great Pompey comes to greet you As in your letters he neare this time promisde Cor. O may this Isle of Lesbos compast in With the Aegaean sea that doth diuide Europe from Asia The sweet literate world From the Barbarian from my barbarous dreames Diuide my dearest husband and his fortunes 2 Len. He 's busied now with ordering offices By this time madam sits your honor'd father He looks in his letter In Caesars chaire of vniuersall Bishop Domitius Aenobarbas is made Consull Spynther his Consort and Phaonius Tribune or Pretor Septimius with a letter Sep. These were only sought Before the battaile not obtaind nor mouing My father but in shadowes Corn. Why should men Tempt fate with such firme confidence seeking places Before the power that should dispose could grant them For then the stroke of battaile was not struck 1 Len. Nay that was sure enough Physitians know When sick mens eyes are broken they must dye Your letters telling you his victory Lost in the skirmish which I know hath broken Both the eyes and heart of Caesar for as men Healthfull through all their liues to grey-hayr'd age When sicknesse takes them once they seldom scape So Caesar victor in his generall fights Till this late skirmish could no aduerse blow Sustaine without his vtter ouerthrow 2 Lent See madam now your Sentinell enquire Cor. Seest thou no fleet yet Sentinell nor traine That may be thought great Pompeys Sen. Not yet madame 1 Len. Seest thou no trauellers addrest this way In any number on this Lesbian shore Sent. I see some not worth note a couple comming This way on foot that are not now farre hence 2 Lent Come they apace like messengers with newes Sent. No nothing like my Lord nor are their habites Of any such mens fashions being long mantles And sable hew'd their heads all hid in hats Of parching Thessaly broad brimm'd high crown'd Cor. These serue not our hopes Sent. Now I see a ship A kenning hence that strikes into the hauen Cor. One onely ship Sen. One only madam yet Cor. That should not be my Lord 1 Lent Your Lord no madam Sen. She now lets out arm'd men vpon the land 2 Lent Arm'd men with drum and colours Sen. No my Lord But bright in armes yet beare halfe pikes or beadhookes 1 Lent These can be no plumes in the traine of Pompey Cor. I le see him in his letter once againe Sen. Now madam come the two I saw on foot Enter Pompey and Demetrius Dem. See your Princesse Sir come thus farre from the City in her coach to encounter your promist comming About this time in your last letters Pom. The world is alterd since
may draw through a Ladyes Ring By one that all his Souldiers call in scorne Great Agamemnon or the king of men I rest vnmou'd with him and yeeld to you To right my wrongs or his abuse allow Cat. My Lords ye make all Rome amaz'd to heare Pom. Away I le heare no more I heare it thunder My Lords All you that loue the good of Rome I charge ye follow me all such as slay Are friends to Caesar and their Countreys foes Caes. Th' euent will fall out contrary my Lords 1 Cons. Goe thou art a thiefe to Rome discharge thine army Or be proclaim'd forthwith her open foe 2 Cons. Pompey I charge thee helpe thy iniur'd Country With what powers thou hast arm'd and leuy more The Ruffians Warre warre O Caesar Sen. and Peop. Peace peace worthy Pompey Act II. Scene I. Enter Fronto all ragg'd in an ouer growne red Beard black head with a Halter in his hand looking about WArres warres and presses fly in fire about No more can I lurke in my lasie corners Nor shifting courses and with honest meanes To rack my miserable life out more The rack is not so fearefull when dishonest And villanous fashions faile me can I hope To liue with virtuous or to raise my fortunes By creeping vp in Souldierly degrees Since villany varied thorow all his figures Will put no better case on me then this Despaire come sease me I had able meanes And spent all in the swinge of lewd affections Plung'd in all riot and the rage of blood In full assurance that being knaue enough Barbarous enough base ignorant enough I needs must haue enough while this world lasted Yet since I am a poore and ragged knaue My rags disgace my knauery so that none Will thinke I am knaue as if good clothes Were knacks to know a knaue when all men know He has no liuing which knacks since my knauery Can shew no more and only shew is all That this world cares for I le stop out of all The cares 't is steept in He offers to hang himselfe Thunder and the Gulfe opens flames issuing and Ophioneus ascending with the face wings and taile of a Dragon a skin coate all speckled on the throat Oph. Hold Rascall hang thy selfe in these dayes The only time that euer was for a Rascall to liue in Fron. How chance I cannot liue then Oph. Either th' art not rascall nor villaine enough Or else thou dost not pretend honesty And piety enough to disguise it Fro. That 's certaine for euery asse does that What art thou Oph. A villaine worse then thou Fro. And dost breathe Oph. I speake thou hear'st I moue my pulse beates Fast as thine Fro. And wherefore liu'st thou Oph. The world 's out of frame a thousand Rulers Wresting it this way and that with as many Religions when as heauens vpper Sphere is mou'd Onely by one so should the Sphere of earth be and I le haue it so Fro. How canst thou what art thou Oph. My shape may tell thee Fro. No man Oph. Man no spawne of a clot none of that cursed Crew damn'd in the masse it selfe plagu'd in his birth Confinde to creepe below and wrestle with the Elements Teach himselfe tortures kill himselfe hang himselfe No such gally slaue but at warre with heauen Spurning the power of the gods command the Elements Fro. What maist thou be then Oph. An endlesse friend of thine an immortall deuill Fro. Heauen blesse vs Oph. Nay then forth goe hang thy selfe and thou talk'st Of heauen once Fro. I haue done what deuill art thou Oph. Read the old stoick Pherecides that tels thee Me truly and sayes that I Ophioneus for so is My name Fro. Ophioneus what 's that Oph. Deuilish Serpent by interpretation was generall Captaine of that rebellious host of spirits that Wag'd warre with heauen Fro. And so were hurl'd downe to hell Oph. We were so and yet haue the rule of earth and cares Any man for the worst of hell then Fro. Why should he Oph. Well said what 's thy name now Fro. My name is Fronto Oph. Fronto A good one and has Fronto liu'd thus long In Rome lost his state at dice murther'd his Brother for his meanes spent all run thorow worse Offices since beene a Promoter a Purueyor a Pander A Sumner a Sergeant an Intelligencer and at last Hang thy selfe Fro. How the deuill knowes he all this Oph. Why thou art a most greene Plouer in policy I Perceiue and maist drinke Golte-foote for all thy Horsemane beard S'light what need hast Thou to hang thy selfe as if there were a dearth Of hangmen in the land Thou liu'st in a good cheape State a man may be hang'd here for a little or Nothing What 's the reason of thy desperation Fro. My idle dissolute life is thrust out of all his corners By this searching tumult now on foot in Rome Caesar now and Pompey Are both for battaile Pompey in his feare Of Caesars greater force is sending hence His wife and children and he bent to fly Enter Pompey running ouer the Stage with his wife and children Gabinius Demetrius Vibius Pages other Senators the Consuls and all following See all are on their wings and all the City In such an vproare as if fire and sword Were ransacking and ruining their houses No idle person now can lurke neare Rome All must to armes or shake their heeles beneath Her martiall halters whose officious pride I le shun and vse mine owne swinge I be forc't To helpe my Countrey when it forceth me To this past-helping pickle Oph. Goe to thou shalt serue me chuse thy profession And what cloth thou wouldst wish to haue thy Coat Cut out on Fro. I can name none Oph. Shall I be thy learn'd Counsaile Fro. None better Oph. Be an Archflamen then to one of the Gods Fro. Archflamen what 's that Oph. A Priest Fro. A Priest that nere was Clerke Oph. No Clerke what then The greatest Clerks are not the wisest men Nor skils it for degrees in a knaue or a fooles preferment Thou shalt rise by fortune let desert rise leisurely Enough and by degrees fortune preferres headlong And comes like riches to a man huge riches being Got with little paines and little with huge paines And For discharge of the Priesthood what thou wantst In learning thou shalt take out in goodfellowship Thou shalt equiuocate with the Sophister prate with The Lawyer scrape with the Vsurer drinke with the Dutchman sweare with the French man cheat With the English man brag with the Scot and Turne all this to Religion Hoc est regnum Deorum Gentibus Fro. All this I can doe to a haire Oph. Very good wilt thou shew thy selfe deepely learn'd too And to liue licentiously here care for nothing hereafter Fro. Not for hell Oph. For hell soft Sir hop'st thou to purchase hell With only dicing or whoring away thy liuing Murthering thy brother and so forth No there Remaine works of a higher hand