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The vvarres of Pompey and Caesar Out of whose euents is euicted this proposition. Only a iust man is a freeman. By G.C.; Caesar and Pompey
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.
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What these so neare intend Take heed they come Enter Achillas Septius Saluius with souldiers Ach. Haile to Romes great Commander to whom Aegypt Not long since seated in his kingdome by thee And sent to by thee in thy passage by Sends vs with answer which withdraw and heare Pom. I le kille my children first Sep. Blesse me my Lord. Pom. I will and Cyris my poore daughter too Euen that high hand that hurld me downe thus low Keepe you from rising high I heare now tell me I thinke my friend you once seru'd vnder me Septius only nods with his hâ—â—d Pom. Nod onely not a word daigne what are these Cornelia I am now not worth mens words Ach. Please you receiue your ayde Sir Pom. I I come Exit Pom. The draw and follow Cor. Why draw they See my Lords attend them vshers Sen. O they haue slaine great Pompey Cor. O my husband Sept. Cyr. Mother take comfort Enter Pompey bleâ—ding O my Lord and father Pom. See heauens your sufferings is my Countres loue The iustice of an Empire pietie Worth this end in their leader last yet life And bring the gods off fairer after this Who will adore or serue the deities He hides his face with his robe Enter the Murtherers Ach. Helpe hale him off and take his head for Caesar. Sep. Mother O saue vs Pompey O my father Enter the two Lentuli and Demetrius bleeding and kneele about Cornelia 1 Len. Yet fals not heauen Madam O make good Your late great spirits all the world will say You know not how to beare aduerse euents If now you languish Omn. Take her to her coach They beare her out Cato with a booke in his hand O Beastly apprehenders of things manly And merely heauenly they with all the reasons I vsde for iust mens liberties to beare Their liues and deaths vp in their owne free hands Feare still my resolution though I seeme To giue it off like them and now am woonne To thinke my life in lawes rule not mine owne When once it comes to death as if the law Made for a sort of outlawes must bound me In their subiection as if I could Be rackt out of my vaines to liue in others As so I must if others rule my life And publique power keepe all the right of death As if men needes must serue the place of iustice The forme and idoll and renounce it selfe Our selues and all our rights in God and goodnesse Our whole contents and freedomes to dispose All in the ioyes and wayes of arrant rogues No stay but their wilde errors to sustaine vs No forges but their throats to vent our breaths To forme our liues in and repose our deaths See they haue got my sword Who 's there Enter Marcillius bare Mar. My Lord Cat Who tooke my sword hence Dumb I doe not aske For any vse or care of it but hope I may be answered Goe Sir let me haue it Exit Mar. Poâ—re slaues how terrible this death is to them If men would sleepe they would be wroth with all That interrupt them Physick take to take The golden rest it brings both pay and pray For good and soundest naps all friends consenting In those kinde inuocations praying all Good rest the gods vouchsafe you but when death Sleepes naturall brother comes that 's nothing worse But better being more rich and keepes the store Sleepe euer â—ickle way ward still and poore O how men grudge and shake and feare and fly His sterne approaches all their comforts taken In faith and knowledge of the blisse and beauties That watch their wakings in an endlesse life Dround in the paines and horrors of their sense Sustainde but for an houre be all the earth Rapt with this error I le pursue my reason And hold that as my light and fiery pillar Th' eternall law of heauen and earth no firmer But while I seeke to conquer conquering Caesar My soft-splen'd seruants ouerrule and curb me He knocks and Brutus enters Where 's he I sent to fetch and place my sword Where late I left it Dumb to Come another Enter Cleanthes Where 's my sword hung here Cle. My Lord I know not Ent. Marcilius Cat. The rest come in there Where 's the sword I charg'd you To giue his place againe I le breake your lips ope Spight of my freedome all my seruants friends My sonne and all will needs betray me naked To th' armed malice of a foe so fierce And Beare-like mankinde of the blood of virtue O gods who euer saw me thus contemn'd Goe call my sonne in tell him that the lesse He shewes himselfe my sonne the lesse I le care To liue his father Enter Athenodorus Porcius Porcius kneeling Brutus Cleanthes and Marcilius by him Por. I beseech you Sir Rest patient of my duty and my loue Your other children think on our poore mother Your family your Country Cat. If the gods Giue ouer a'l I le fly the world with them Athenâ—dorus I admire the changes I note in heauenly prouidence When Pompey Did all things out of course past right past reason He stood inuincible against the world Yet now his cares grew pious and his powers Set all vp for his Countrey he is conquered Ath. The gods wills secret are nor must we measure Their chast-reserued deepes by our dry shallowes Sufficeth vs we are entirely such As twixt them and our consciences we know Their graces in our virtues shall present Vnspotted with the earth to 'th high throne That ouerlookes vs for this gyant world Let 's not contend with it when heauen it selfe Failes to reforme it why should we affect The least hand ouer it in that ambition A heape t is of digested villany Virtue in labor with eternall Chaos Prest to a liuing death and rackt beneath it Her throwes vnpitied euery worthy man Limb by limb sawne out of her virgine wombe To liue here peecemeall tortur'd fly life then Your life and death made presidents for men Exit Cat. Ye heare my masters what a life this is And vse much reason to respect it so But mine shall serue ye Yet restore my sword Lest too much ye presume and I conceiue Ye front me like my fortunes Where 's Statilius Por. I think Sir gone with the three hundred Romans In Lucius Caesars charge to serue the victor Cat. And would not take his leaue of his poore friend Then the Philosophers haue stoop't his spirit Which I admire in one so free and knowing And such a fiery hater of base life Besides being such a vow'd and noted foe To our great Conqueror But I aduisde him To spare his youth and liue Por. My brother Brutus Is gone to Caesar. Cat. Brutus Of mine honor Although he be my sonne in law I must say There went as worthy and as learned a President As liues in Romes whole rule for all lifes actions And yet your sister Porcea his wife Would scarce haue done this But for you my sonne Howeuer Caesar deales
THE WARRES OF POMPEY and CAESAR Out of whose euents is euicted this Proposition Only a iust man is a freeman By G. C. LONDON Printed by THOMAS HARPER and are to be sold by Godfrey Emondson and Thomas Alchorne M.DC.XXXI TO THE RIGHT HONOrable his exceeding good Lord the Earle of Middlesex c. THough my good Lord this martiall History suffer the diuision of Acts and Scenes both for the more perspicuity and height of the celebration yet neuer toucht it at the Stage or if it had though some may perhaps causelesly empaire it yet would it I hope fall vnder no exception in your Lordships better-iudgeing estimation since scenicall representation is so farre from giuing iust cause of any least diminution that the personall and exact life it giues to any History or other such delineation of humane actions 〈◊〉 to them luster spirit and apprehension which the only section of Acts and 〈◊〉 makes mee stand vpon thus much siâ—ce that only in some precisianismes will require a little preuention And the hasty prose the stile auoides obtaine to the more temperate and stai'd numerous elocution some assistance to the acceptation and grace of it Though ingeniously my gratitude confesseth my Lord it is not such as hereafter I vow to your honor being written so long since and had not the timely ripenesse of that age that I thank God I yet finde no fault withall for any old defects Good my Lord vouchsafe your idle minutes may admit some slight glances at this till some worke of more nouelty and fashion may conferre this the more liking of your honors more worthy deseruings To which his bounden affection vowes all seruices Euer your Lordships GEO. CHAPMAN The Argument POmpey and Caesar bring their Armies so neare Rome that the Senate except against them Caesar vnduly and ambitiously commanding his forces Pompey more for feare of Caesars violence to the State then mou'd with any affectation of his own greatnesse Their opposite pleadings out of which admirable narrations are made which yet not conducing to their ends warre ends them In which at first Caesar is forc't to fly whom Pompey not pursuing with such wings as fitted a speeding Conqueror his victory was preuented and he vnhappily dishonor'd Whose ill fortune his most louing and learned wife Cornelia trauailde after with paines solemne and carefull enough whom the two Lentnli and others attended till she miserably found him and saw him monstrously murthered Both the Consuls and Cato are slaughterd with their owne invincible hands and Caesar in spight of all his fortune without his victory victor ONELY A IVST MAN IS A FREE MAN Act I. Scene I. Cato Athenodorus Porcius Statilius Cat. NOw will the two Suns of our Romane Heauen Pompey Caesar in their Tropicke burning Witâ— their contention all the clouds assemble That thâ—eaten tempests to our peace Empire Which we shall shortly see poure down in bloud Ciuill and naturall wilde and barbarous turning Ath. From whence presage you this Cat. From both their Armies Now gathered neere our Italie contending To enter seuerally Pompeys brought so neere By Romes consent for feare of tyranous Caesar Which Caesar fearing to be done in fauour Of Pompey and his passage to the Empire Hath brought on his for interuention And such a flocke of Puttocks follow Caesar For fall of his ill-disposed Purse That neuer yet spar'd Crosse to Aquiline vertue As well may make all ciuill spirits suspicious Looke how against great raines a standing Poole Of Paddockes Todes and water-Snakes put vp Their speckl'd throates aboue the venemous Lake Croking and gasping for some fresh falne drops To quench their poisond thirst being neere to stifle With clotterd purgings of their owne foule bane So still where Caesar goes there thrust vp head Impostors Flatterers Fauorites and Bawdes Buffons Intelligencers select wits Close Murtherers Montibanckes and decaied Theeues To gaine their banefull liues reliefes from him From Britaine Belgia France and Germanie The scum of either Countrie chus'd by him To be his blacke Guard and red Agents here Swarming about him Porc. Aâ—d all these are said To be suborn'd in chiefe against your selfe Since Caesar chiefly feares that you will â—it This day his opposite in the cause for which Both you were sent for home and he hath stolne Accesse so soone here Pompey whole rest raisde To his encounter and on both sides Rome In generall vproaâ—e Stat. Which Sir if you â—aw And knew how for the danger all suspect To this your worthiest friend for that knowne freedome His spirit will vse this day 'gainst both the Riuals His wife and familie mourne no food no comfort Allowd them for his danger you would vse Your vtmost powrs to stay him from the Senate All this daies Session Cat. Hee 's too wise Statilius For all is nothing Stat. Nothing Sir I â—aw Castor and Pollux Temple thrust vp full With all the damn'd crew you haue lately nam'd The market place and suburbs swarming with them And where the Senate siâ— are Ruffians pointed To keepe from entring the degrees that goe Vp to the Bench all other but the Consuls Caesar and Pompey and the Senators And all for no cause but to keepe out Cato With any violence any villanie And is this nothing Sir Is his One life On whom all good liues and their goods depend In Romes whole Empire All the Iuâ—â—ice there That 's free and simple all such virtues too And all such knowledge Nothing nothing all Cat. Away Statilius how long shall thy loue Exceede thy knowledge of me and the Gods Whose rights thoâ— wrongst for my right haue not I Their powers to guard me in a cause of theirs Their iustice and integrity included In what I stand for he that feares the Gods For guard of any goodnesse all things feares Earth Seas and Aire Heauen darknesse broade day-light Rumor and Silence and his very shade And what an Aspen soule hath such a creature How dangerous to his soule iâ— such a feare In whose cold fits is all heauens iustice shaken To his faint thoughts and all the goodnesse there Due to all good men by the gods owne vowes Nay by the firmenesse of their endlesse Being All which shall faile as soone as any one Good to a good man in them for his goodnesse Proceeds from them and is a beame of theirs O neuer more Statilius may this feare Taint thy bould bosome for thy selfe or friend More then the gods are fearefull to defend Athen. Come let him goe Statilius and your fright This man hath inward guard past your yong sight Exeunt Enter Minutius manet Cato Cat. Welcome come stand by me in what is fit For our poore Cities safety nor respect Her proudest foes corruption or our danger Of what seene face soeuer Min. I am yours But what alas Sir can the weaknesse doe Against our whole State of vs only two You know our Statists spirits are so corrupt And seruile to the greatest that what crosseth Them