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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

him round No way t' avoid it but his Death was found Perhaps h 'had Conquer'd could my Arms but know Resistance such as to my Love you shew Success in Vain why didst thou with me stay Since Cleopatra I could not Obey Not justly me but Heav'n you must accuse Which to the Guilty pardon does refuge Their Cruelty to him Exalts your Fate Now the Sole Mistress of th' Aegyptian state Cleop. 'T is true his Death has plac'd me on the Throne And that by no Miscarriage of my own While among Mortals here my Lord we stay Some Cloud will still O'recast our brightest Day Be not offended though it strange appears I must receive the Conquerour with Tears His Fate was just my Reason does perswade Yet Nature too must be as well Obey'd A secret Murmur in my Soul does rise If on his empty Throne I cast my Eyes T' ascend it then what pleasure can I take When my Blood checks me at each step I make Acho. My Lord at Gate th' impatient people stand And with loud Crys to see their Queen demand Accusing those as Authors of their Wrong Who such a Blessing do Retard so long Caesar. Madam let 's go and with the same success Begin your Empire and their Happiness And now I hope amidst their Loud applause Your Sighs will cease Drown'd with that welcome Noise And let no Image in your Fancy rest Of other Wounds than what are in my Breast Mean while a Noble strife I see will Reign 'Twixt your glad Court and my Ambitious train Contending who shall there appear most Gay And Glory most in this Triumphant Day Such just occasion for them both are found Pompey Reveng'd and Cleopatra Crown'd These to your Throne those to his Altars bow And I to both Eternal Honours Vow FINIS EPILOGUE AT THE HOUSE I Know you Look for 't something we must say Either to Praise or to Excuse the Play Custom will have it so and we Obey It came from France where it had good Success Which makes us Hope well though I must confess The Mounsieur's something Alter'd in his Dress That you may Cavil at and we submit But know you mighty Judges o' the Pit 'T is dangeroue at this time to shew your Wit If by Condemning this you stir our Rage Wee 'l those who but Translaters were engage To bring their own Inventions on the Stage Tremble and be advis'd but I was sent Ladies to you with a great Complement To say the Truth I knew not what it meant And so forgot it pardon want of care With the same mercy as the Play you spare And though twice Kind you 're not so Kind as Fair. Your Favours with some Justice we may claim The Lines are Chast and Spotless as your Fame Ah let not modest Men still bear the blame EPILOGUE To the King at Saint James's FRom Vulgar Wits that haunt the Theater Pompey to you appealing Royal Sir Hopes for more Favour as the Subject bears Better proportion to a Princes Ears You in your long Retreat perhaps might find Some Forein Courts made by this Story kind This great Example of false Aegypts fate Instructed Kings to set a higher Rate Upon their Faith and hold their Fame too dear To treat him Ill for whom we Languish'd here They that Translated this but practice now To improve their Muse and make her Worthy you That she hereafter may Adorn the Stage With your own Story make the coming Age Admire the Firmness of a Mind so Young Tost in those Tempests you indur'd so long Confusion first and Horrour shall appear Such as Involv'd us while you Absent were Then with a Change of Scene they shall behold Your Throne Establish'd and an Age of Gold Faith Peace and Piety that banish'd Train Let down from Heav'n to make a Glorious Reign This they design Great Sir if you allow A Gracious Smile to their Endeavours now EPILOGUE To the Dutchess at Saint James's POmpey at length like Ships by Tempests Tost Though blown a while upon some other Coast Has overcome the Malice of the Wind And reach'd the Haven which he first design'd This Royal Audience and such Virtue brought As Madam only in your Court is taught Cornelia does not tear her tender Cheeks Nor your more gentle Ears with borrow'd Shrieks But does lament with Passion such as you Which Heaven avert in the like Case would do Fair Cleopatra does no Favour show But what severest Virtue might allow And mighty Caesar does her Slave become With as much Honour as he Conquer'd Rome When first unsheathing his Victorious Sword He seem'd the pattern of your Valiant Lord Whose matchless Conduct might our Lions lead As far as e're the Roman Eagle spread And Royal Pair though much he apprehends Your Doom yet more he on your Grace depends He knows your Gen'rous temper cannot frown On minds so Great so High so like your own He knows your Nature is inclin'd to spare And no Photinus can infect your Ear. FINIS

complain Cleop. Where we have suffer'd much fears are not Vain So great a States-man may do any thing When he 's assisted by a Credulous King Ptolom I follow his advice and know 't is good Cleop. I fear th' Effects and see it spares no Blood Ptolom For common safety all things Lawfull are Cleop. That kind of Justice I too Justly fear It cost me late my Interest in the Throne And Pompey's Head to whom you owe your Crown Ptolom He never plaid a greater States-mans part Caesar to gain there was no other Art You see his haste and our Disorder'd Town Before it could have Arm'd had been O'rethrown But safely now to his Victorious hand Your Heart I offer and my own Command Cleop. Make your own offers I shall mine propound You need not thus our Interests confound Ptolom They are but one since of one Blood we be Cleop. You might as well say two of one Degree Being Soveraigns both and yet you 'l shortly learn There is some difference in our concern Ptolom Yes Sister for my small Dominion ends In narrow Bounds nor beyond Nile pretends But you are Caesar's Queen and may command O're Ganges Tagus and the farthest Land Cleop. I have Ambition but 't is so confin'd That thought it Dazels me I am not Blind Talk not to me of Tagus nor of Ganges I know my Right and care not for your Changes Ptolom Y' have an advantage and you 'l use 't I find Cleop. I 'm sure if I do'nt I 'm not of your mind Exit Ptolom I follow'd thy advice yet all my Art And lowest Flattery but made her start Into a farther Pride untill at last Tyr'd with such Scorn my Rage had like t' have past All bounds and neither minding Caesar nor his force With her high Pride have taken such a Course That spight of all her Braggs she sooner might Implore of Pompey than of him a right She talks as though sh' already were a Queen And if he do indulge her Pride and Spleen And she o're him her boasted Empire have Her Brother and her King must be her Slave But le ts prevent her Rage 't is poor to wait And tamely bear the certain stroaks of Fate Le ts put an end to her too long disdain Le ts from her take the Means to Please and Reign What shall my Scepter and undoubted Right So long maintain'd a Wanton smile requite Photin Sir give him no pretence to rend your Crown From off your Head and joyn it to his own That haughty Mind which has no other care But to bring Cruel Slavery and Warr Where e're he comes Transported with the Rage Which such a loss must certainly engage A Real Lover in though you but Justice do Will take th' occasion to become your Foe And then to Colour o're his Thirst of Spoil Your brave Revenge will a foul Murder style Ptolom If she once see him she will have the Crown Photin And if she don't y' are certainly undone Ptolom I 'le pluck her with me since I needs must fall Photin Preserve your self I pray if that be all Ptolom What! in my Crown to see her proudly Shine Scepter if thou must leave these hands of mine Pass pass unto the Mighty Conquerours Photin Sir you will better wrest it out of hers What ever Flames he for a while may show Fear not he shortly must begone we know No Ardour Love can give to such a Soul But what his High designs will soon Controul Iberia Africa are yet possest By the Young Pompeys and that Interest So great a General would much mistake No other use of his Success to make Than to give Leisure to such Daring sprights To be again in posture for new Fights Ptolom What human Force can long oppose that Hand Which neither Rome nor Pompey could withstand And then with Lovers haste he will return And we too late our lost Occasion Mourn Photin Soon as he has that Party quite o'rethrown He must to Rome there to secure his own Change at his Will the Model of the State Enjoy the Bounty of Indulgent Fate And when he 's there what is 't you may not do But for a while you must to Caesar bow Constrain your self to please him we shall find A time to settle all things to your Mind Give freely to his hands your Power and Crown And to his high Disposal leave your Throne What ever hopes her haughty Mind may fill I know he must observe your Fathers will Besides the late great Service you have done Bids you be confident of what 's your own But whatso'ere he do's seem to comply Extoll his Judgment praise his Equity Till he begon at least and when we see That time and place with our Designs agree We will revenge our selves and she shall find The fatal Error of her haughty Mind Ptolom Thou hast restor'd me to my Life and Crown The greatest Blessings that the Gods send down On Princes are such Counsellours le ts go Dear Atlas of my Throne to meet our Foe With all our Fleet present him all we have That we may all again intire Receive Act Third Scene First Enter Charmion and Achoreus Charm WHile Ptolomey with low respect does haste Our Aegypts Crown at Caesars feet to Cast The Queen as unconcern'd at Home does stay Expecting Caesar like respect should pay To her what think you of this haughty Dame Acho. 'T is a just Value set upon the Fame Of her great Beauty and becomes her Place And high Extraction of that Royal Race But may I have access Charm No I am sent Of the late Interview to know th' Event To learn what the strange Present did obtain The thanks of Caesar or his Just disdain If his Reception of the King were kind And what Success our Murtherers do find Acho. The Head presented will produce Effects Much differing from what Aegypts Court expects Whose Flatteries have mis-led their Soveraign When he took Shipping I was in his Train Our Navy Anchor in good Order weigh'd And a League hence for Caesars coming staid He with full Sails advanc't as Mars had grac't His Sword with Conquest Neptune now as fast Favours his Course and to his Fleet as kind As his late Fortune gives a prosperous Wind When they first meet Our Prince dismay'd appears Forgetting what became the Crown he wears Shews Abject Fear in Chearfulness ill feign'd A servil Baseness his Behaviour stain'd I blush'd to see our Ptolomey so near To mighty Caesar and no King appear Caesar that saw Fear strike him in amaze With Flattering pity did his Spirits raise He faintly then the fatal Present shows Behold my Lord the last of all your Foes Pompey Cornelia both from me receive More than the Gods could at Pharsalia give Here is his Head the other though she flies Our Fleet persuing will soon make your prize The Head discover'd of great Pompey slain Appear'd as though it would have Spoke again As if it yet were warm

their close Compact The Bloody Villains straight will put in Act. My Slaves are in from them by Tortures try To know the Depth of this Conspiracy For I Disclaim them Caesar. These are Resentments of a Roman heart Worthy the man of whom you were a part His Manes sure who saw that this my Care Of his Revenge did my own Death prepare Have so forgot our Quarrel and all Hate They 're now the Guardian Angels of my Fate And in a Gratefull and far Nobler strife By you his Living part have sav'd my Life In spight of all that Treachery could do Pompey 's not Dead he still Survives in you His noble Soul did in your Breast make stay To Vanquish Caesar this most Generous way Cornel. Thou art become thine own base Flatterer Canst thou believe that I will ought preferr To my Revenge no the deplored Fate Of my Dead Lord so just a cause of Hate Shall ever be of Force to Disallow All terms of Reconcilement 'twixt us two My promis'd Liberty let me enjoy That I that freedome wholly may employ To thy Destruction for where e're I go Each man I meet I 'le strive to make thy Foe And in the Quarrel of my Murder'd Lord Engage the World if thou dar'st keep thy word I will pursue thee with a Changeless hate Yet here prevent thy base Assassinate For my Desires on Juster grounds are Built Than to obtain them by so foul a Guilt Caesar. Madam but that your Self my Death prevent You 'd been at once Reveng'd and Innocent Cornel. Who knows and suffers it does Guilty grow I wish thy Death but as a noble Foe That none but Pompey's Sons their Hands should stain In the high Blood of Caesar nobly Slain Who Arm'd with brave Revenge shall at the Head Of all thy Dreadfull Legions strike thee Dead And to my Hero's Ghost a Victim make Whose just Revenge you Nobly undertake T' obtain an intire Vengeance I 'le ingage All th' Active powers of Wit inspir'd by Rage Thy Life is Threatn'd I am thy Defence My Hate is full of Care and Providence For now I need not in some forein Coast Go seek Revenge which so deferr'd were lost Nor for Joves Thunder travel Africks Sands I see it Graspt already in thy Hands No Mortal power can the Stroak prevent On thee I might have turn'd the Punishment But that my Reason forc'd me to preferr My Pompey's Victor to his Murderer Nor am I so with Rage and Passion blind But that my Honour too engag'd I find To punish the Audacious Treachery Of their base Crimes before thy Victory Great Rome will have it so who else would spread Her sacred Fore-head with a blushing Red That both her Noblest Heads at once should feel Though Crown'd with Lawrel an unworthy Steel And her great Heart which thou believ'st in vain So shrunk as for to suffer thee to Reign Would count thy Murderers more her Enemies And her Adored Liberty despise None but a Roman could impose the Yoak Which by a Roman only must be broke Thy Ruine here Heav'ns Justice would prevent And be a Crime instead of Punishment Defrauding my Just Vengeance and Mankind Of that Example thou should'st leave behind Do thou Revenge great Rome of Aegypts crime And I 'le revenge Her if I can of thine But now make haste to save thy Threaten'd Life And boast thou wert preserv'd by Pompey's Wife Exeunt Scene the Fifth Caesar Cleopatra Antonius Lepidus Achoreus Charmion Caesar. HEr noble Rage and their bold Crime alike My Soul with Wonder and Amazement strike Are these the Men great Queen you 'd have me save Cleop. Your gracious pardon for my Self I crave Your Justice I no longer will prevent Go Sir and give them their due Punishment These Traitors most of all My Death desire Against my Crown and Person they conspire You being my Support they but design Your Death and Ruine to make way to mine Just were my Anger yet I must with grief Remember that their Leader and their Chief Is still my Brother may I hope again To tempt your Pity and this Sute obtain That when just Rage inflames your noble Breast You would Distinguish Him from all the rest Caesar. I will and must preserve him for this Arm Where you would save can have no power to harm Despise all fear these base Assassinates Can ne're Subvert or Change our glorious Fates Exposing but a Gibbet to their sight A Band of Hangmen puts them all to flight Who shall to work upon their Guilty fear My Rods and Axes for their Ensigns bear Exit Caesar and Romans Cleop. Good Achoreus where so e're he goes Be still with Caesar aid him 'gainst my Foes And when their Blood imbrues his angry Blade Urge thou the promise he so lately made Be carefull of the King avert my Fears And spare his Blood that I may spare my Tears Acho. Madam if all my Diligence and Care Can save his Life you have no cause to fear Exeunt omnes Act Fifth Scene First Cornelia Philip. Cornel. AM I awake or does some Dream obtrude These borrow'd Shapes my Fancy to delude Eyes may I trust you do I Philip see Or my Fond wishes make me think 't is he To my Dead Lord are his last Honours paid And in this Urn his Noble Ashes laid Sad but dear Object though thou hast possest With restless Passions my afflicted Breast Expect no Tears our feebler Sexes arms My Cares have no Divertion by those Charms They whose weak Grief has leisure to Complain May hope that way t' Extenuate their pain But all the Gods to witness here I call These Ashes too which are above them all With me 't is just this Heart they rule alone To which such Tyrants all the rest are grown By you then Sacred Reliques here I Vow The Highest powers I acknowledge now To let no Time nor other Mean abate My just Revenge and too well grounded Hate Thy Pompey Rome by Aegypts King betraid To Caesar here a Sacrifice was made And I thy Walls will never see again Till Priest and God be on his Altar slain And you dear Ashes aid my just design Imprint it deep within this Breast of mine And in each Heart of what I feel inspire The like at least if not so great desire But tell me Philip by what happy way Could'st thou this Duty to thy Master pay To thy Assistance what good Angel came Helping to Light the Poor but Pious Flame Phil. Smeard with his Blood less sensible than he And wanting Breath to curse their Cruelty Madam at length I bent my Doubtfull course Where the Rough Winds the Waves on Shore did force Long did I search in Vain at last hard by A ●ank of Sand the loved Corps I spy Now it ee'n toucht the Shore and now again The wanton Billows threw it to the main Thus still he seem'd to be the sport of Fate Not freed by Death from Fortunes constant hate I staid no longer but