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A35270
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Caligula a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal, by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Crowne.
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Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.
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1698
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Wing C7376; ESTC R13012
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my Courage shall maintain I will endure no Partners in my Throne I ll govern as I please and rule alone Do not I trample Kings beneath my feet Will Caesar then let his own slaves be great Caesar shall be the only Soveraign Lord And Senate be a vain and useless word And therefore wholly laid aside ere long Amongst the Rubbish of the Roman Tongue Val. A. Then will the name of Emp'ror be low Sir your Throne stands on golden Columns now On Men who are by Birth and Fortune great Wou'd you be King of Beggars six you seat On a vile Dunghil on the dirty Croud This by your friends can never be allow'd Sir your mistakes are your most dang'rous foes And for your service I 'll your self oppose And in the face of any danger fly You have not a more faithful friend than I Compar'd with Caesar's service how I slight Danger and Death I 've often shew'd in fight Ces Cherish him Caesar Cal. Well let quarrels cease Th' ast a great Genius both in War and Peace But love not if th' art one of Caesar's friends A Senate for the very name offends But call 'em in for they shall quickly know I have a farther quarrel with 'em now Enter the Consuls and Senate When Caesar by a Triumph honour'd Rome How durst you tarry sullenly at home As if my Victories you proudly scorn'd Or thought 'em curses and in darkness mourn'd Val. A. Who dares reply for to this raving Prince What can be said that will not give offence Aside Con. The honour Sir we humbly did implore To fill your Triumphs to be triumph'd o'r To be led Captives but we beg in vain Our great devotion met your high disdain Cal. 'T is true I scorn all honours you bestow And you resent th' affront ha is it so Con. That were presumptuous arrogance indeed Sir with united hearts we 've all decreed The highest honours Cal. How Dare you pretend To grant me Honours Honour must descend Con. We humbly beg Cal. You 'd beg me for a Fool Beg me to own you have the Sovereign rule By this Decree you sawcily invade Imperial Power Imperial Glory shade Affronts from his own slaves will Caesar bear Refuse or grant me Honours if you dare Con. My errors wrong the Senate I perceive To shew our love we humbly beg your leave Cal. Your love Mankind is envious vain and proud Love nothing that 's above 'em bad or good You hate a Prince unless he 'll tamely bear Partners in power let Senates have a share Where Laws and domineering Senates reign Princes are slaves in purple slaves in grain Sword bearers to a many-headed Lord I mean the Croud and weak upon Record For ev'ry Law made by the State implies That Princes are defective Senates wise Such Demi-Kings have half your hearts no more While they have any share of Soveraign power But if a Prince entirely quits his Throne He 's lov'd by all because he 's fear'd by none The Votes of Senators tho' ne'r so great Shall but like Ecchoes my commands repeat So Forrests may advise and utter Law L. Vit. The wisest Monarch the Sun ever saw Cal. Fear me I care not how I am abhorr'd Your hearts I 'll have with my Imperial Sword I 'll rip 'em from your Breasts when I think good In short I 'll have your Duty or your Blood This you all know and therefore you 'll obey Fear is the Parent of all Sovereign sway Val. A. Sir with triumphant pomp to Court they 've brought Your Image wrought in gold is that a fault Cal. My Image may have faults the Gold has none 'T is th' only faultless thing below the Sun Ces No Caesar no if Art has done you right Th' Image is faultless bring it in my sight If Caesar's graces in the Image shine There is no gold on Earth so rich so fine This shining shadow I wou'd feign behold This constant shadow fix'd in solid gold Enter Priests in Procession singing carrying a golden Image of the Emperor attended by the Consuls and Senate The SONG Sung by the Priests HAIL Mighty Prince whose loud renown O'r ev'ry Region flies On whom with wonder Gods look down And gaze with envious eyes Whom more than Hell all Nations fear And more than Heav'n obey Who o'r-runs Kingdoms ev'ry year With Jove has equal sway Who ruins Realms enriches Graves Makes mighty Kings of humble Slaves And Slaves of mighty Kings His praise this great Assembly here With all devotion sings Our bloody Wars are ended The Sword is now But worn for shew And the stubborn bow unbended Our hours of ease and leisure We 'll give to pomp and pleasure And Songs in praise of Caesar Who War with glory ended The Sword is now But worn for shew And the stubborn Bow unbended Now Peace begins to heal our wounds And all our wants repair We 'll Plough the Seas and Plough our Grounds And Plough the tempting fair Our lofty Tow'rs shall scale the Sky Our Wealth unbounded like our joy Shall fly more free than air Our Wars are done And the World is won So now farewel to care Ex. om ACT III. The SCENE continues Enter Valerius Asiaticus Annius Minutianus An. M. CAESAR triumphs and is by Rome ador'd For Battels won by your victorious Sword Val. A. 'T is true to triumphs he has small pretence Put wou'd y 'ave me proudly out brave my Prince And boast I won those Fields he durst not see This wou'd be fatal saw ciness in me Soldiers in fight their courage shou'd display They have a triumph when they win the day Let them be brave against the bold and great But humble to all those beneath their feet An. M. A gen'rous thought Val. A. In most triumphal shews A conqu'ring Coxcomb o'r a beaten crows The fopp'ry in the Hero then appears The Lyon's couch'd the Ass pricks up his Ears Vain ostentation does too oft enslave The learn'd the wise the mighty and the brave The Man of Learning no content can reap From all his knowledge till he spreads the heap And great applause and admiration gains For that poor chaff how he will thrash his brains He is-in throws before but then he 's eas'd When he 's a publick fool he 's highly pleas'd For Fame vain Wits take all their soaring flights For Fame the ostentatious Hero fights For shew with wounds will be embroider'd o'r And deeply died in his own purple gore An. M. Vain ostentation deforms ev'ry grace 'T is like a blister in a beauteous face Val. A. 'T is hard to know whose brains have wider flaws They who sit ratling chains and pleating straws Or they who toyl only for vain renown To wear in History a paper Crown Whilst Caesar now for a design so vain Takes Poets and Historians in his Train How like a Lunatick this Prince appears Pleas'd because Bells hang jingling at his ears â—â—us he resolves oblivion to subdue 〈◊〉 and the graces of