and for its Opulence But all great things must be from us remov'd To be with higher reverence belov'd So Landskips which in Prospects distant lye With greater wonder draw the pleased Eye Is not great Troy to one dark ruine hurl'd Once the fam'd Scene of all the fighting world Where 's Athens now to whom Rome Learning owes And the safe Lawrels that adorn'd her brows A strange reverse of Fate she did endure Never once greater than she 's now obscure E'ne Rome herself can but some footsteps show Of Scipio's times or those of Cicero And as the Roman and the Grecian State The British fell the spoil of Time and Fate But though the Language hath the beauty lost Yet she has still some great Remains to boast For 't was in that the sacred Bards of old In deathless Numbers did their thoughts unfold In Groves by Rivers and on fertile Plains They civiliz'd and taught the list'ning Swains Whilst with high raptures and as great success Virtue they cloath'd in Musick 's charming dress This Merlin spoke who in his gloomy Cave Ev'n Destiny her self seem'd to enslave For to his sight the future time was known Much better than to others is their own And with such state Predictions from him fell As if he did Decree and not Foretel This spoke King Arthur who if Fame be true Could have compell'd Mankind to speak it too In this once Boadicca valour taught And spoke more nobly than her Souldiers fought Tell me what Hero could do more than she Who fell at once for Fame and Liberty Nor could a greater Sacrifice belong Or to her Childrens or her Countries wrong This spoke Caractacus who was so brave That to the Roman Fortune check he gave And when their Yoke he could decline no more He it so decently and nobly wore That Rome her self with blushes did believe A Britain would the Law of Honour give And hastily his chains away she threw Lest her own Captive else should her subdue To the Countess of Thanet upon her marriage SInce you who Credit to all wonders bring That Lovers can believe or Poets sing Whose only shape and fashion does express Your Vertue is your nature not your dress In whom the most admir'd extreams appear Humble and Fair Prudent and yet sincere Whose matchless worth transmits such splendid raies As those that envy it are forc'd to praise Since you have found such an illustrious sphere And are resolv'd to fix your glories there A heart whose bravery to his Sex secures As much Renown as you have done to yours And whose perfections in obtaining you Are both discover'd and rewarded too 'T were almost equal boldness to invent How to increase your Merit or Content Yet sure the Muses somewhat have to say But they will send it you a better way The Court which so much to your lustre owes Must also pay you its officious vows But whilst this shews respect and those their art Let me too speak the language of my heart Whose ruder Off'rings dare approach your shrine For you who merit theirs can pardon mine Fortune and Virtue with such heat contend As once for Rome now to make you their friend And you so well can this prefer to that As you can neither fear nor mend your Fate Yet since the votes of joy from all are due A love like mine must find some wishes too May you in this bright Constellation set Still shew how much the Good outshine the Great May you be courted with all joies of sense Yet place the highest in your innocence Whose praise may you enjoy but not regard Finding within both motive and reward May Fortune still to your commands be just Yet still beneath your kindness or your trust May you no trouble either feel or fear But from your pity for what others wear And may the happy owner of your breast Still find his passion with his joys encreas'd Whilst every moment your concern makes known And gives him too fresh reason for his own And from their Parents may your Off-spring have All that is wise and lovely soft and brave Or if all wishes we in one would give For him and for the world Long may you live EPITAPH On her Son H. P. at St. Syth 's Church where her body also lies Interred WHat on Earth deserves our trust Youth and Beauty both are dust Long we gathering are with pain What one moment calls again Seven years childless marriage past A Son a son is born at last So exactly lim'd and fair Full of good Spirits Meen and Air As a long life promised Yet in less than six weeks dead Too promising too great a mind In so small room to be confin'd Therefore as fit in Heav'n to dwell He quickly broke the Prison shell So the subtle Alchimist Can't with Hermes Seal resist The powerful spirit 's subtler flight But t' will bid him long good night And so the Sun if it arise Half so glorious as his Eyes Like this Infant takes a shrowd Buried in a morning Cloud On the death of my Lord Rich only Son to the Earl of Warwick who dyed of the small Pox 1664. HAve not so many lives of late Suffis'd to quench the greedy thirst of Fate Though to encrease the mournful purple Flood As well as Noble she drank Royal Blood That not content against us to engage Our own wild fury and Usurpers rage By sickness now when all that storm is past She strives to hew our Heros down as fast And by the Prey she chuses shews her Aim Is to extinguish all the English Fame Else had this generous Youth we now have lost Been still his Friends delight and Country's boast And higher rais'd the Illustrious Name he bore Than all our Chronicles had done before Had Death consider'd e're he struck this blow How many noble hopes 't would overthrow The Genius of his House who did complain That all her Worthies now dy'd o're again His flourishing and yet untainted years His Fathers anguish and his Mothers tears Sure he had been perswaded to relent Nor had for so much early sweetness sent That fierce Disease which knows not how to spare The Young the Great the Knowing or the Fair. But we as well might flatter every wind And court the Tempests to be less unkind As hope from churlish Death to snatch his Prey Who is as furious and as deaf as they And who hath cruelly surpriz'd in him His Parents joy and all the World's esteem Say treacherous hopes that whisper in our ear Still to expect some steady comfort here And though we oft discover all your Arts Would still betray our disappointed Hearts What new delusion can you now prepare Since this pale object shews how false you are 'T will fully answer all you have to plead If we reply Great Warwick's Heir is dead Blush humane Hopes and Joies and then be all In solemn mourning at this Funeral For since such expectations brittle prove What can we
That could deserve so sharp revenge as this Or against thee what could my honour doe That thou shouldst it so cruelly pursue But be content t' have forc'd it to a Bay And let me finish this important day Thou hast o're me a strange advantage got But as thou lov'st thy Husband triumph not Go then a doubtful Victory were here unfit 'T is shame enough to have dispatched it O let me bravely end my daies at least SABINA Go fear not me thy party is encreas'd SCEN. VII Old Horace and all the rest Old HORACE How 's this my Sons trifling with Womens charms When Rome and Alba call you to your Arms You must shed blood then why should tears surprize But shun th' infectious sorrow of their Eyes For if you stay their cunning tenderness Will on you both obtain the first success And in such Wars to flie is to subdue SABINA Fear nothing Sir they are too worthy you In spight of us you in them both shall see All that your Son and Son-in-law should be If our tears could an impression give We 'll them to your severer vertue leave Come Sister come let 's no more sorrow lose These Rocks will still resist such floods as those 'T is to despair alone that we must flie Go Tygers fight we 'll find a way to die SCEN. VIII Old Horace Young Horace Curtius Young HORACE Sir by your prudence their escape prevent Or they 'll pursue us with their discontent And with a noise unwelcome and abrupt Their love and grief our fight will interrupt Which may give envy a pretence to stick Upon our names that poor and crafty trick And our great choice would be too dearly bought If we were charg'd with one unworthy thought Old HORACE I shall be careful go your Brothers stay Think only what your Countries claim to day CURTIUS How shall I bid adieu or by what art Old HORACE Ah! do not quite dissolve my trembling heart My tongue so sad a farewel does deny Nor can my heart thoughts strong enough supply See! ev'n my Eyes swell with unwilling tears Go do your parts and let the gods do theirs ACT III. SCEN. I. Sabina alone I Must my party chuse in this sad strife And either be all Sister or all Wife I 'le no more vain divided cares express But somewhat wish and fear a little less Yet ah what party in this dismal Fate Can I a Husband or a Brother hate Nature and love for each does intercede And sence of Honour for them both does plead Let their sublimer thoughts yet govern mine And so my different duties will combine Their Honour is the Object I 'le adore Their Vertue imitate and fear no more Since there 's such beauty in the death they court I must unmov'd encounter the report And no more think my Fate compassion wants But weigh the Cause and not the Combatants The Conquerors I 'le with that gladness view As will from all their Family be due And not reflecting at whose bloods expence Their Vertues raise them to that eminence I 'le in their Houses fame concern'd appear Here I am Wife and am a Daughter there And to each party am so strictly ty'd That I must be on the triumphant side Fortune though thou art studious in thy spight Yet I have learnd thence to extract delight And now can fearless see the fight the slain Without despair the Victors without pain Flattering delusion I sweet but gross deceit My labouring Spirits weak and flying cheat By whose false light my dazled Soul 's misled Alas how quickly is thy comfort fled A flash of Lightning thus relieves the night Making that darker by its hasty flight As these faint beams of joy my Soul betray'd But to involve it in a thicker shade For Heav'n which saw my griefs by this decrease Hath dearly sold me this short minutes peace And my griev'd heart from no one wound is free'd At which a Husband or a Brother bleed Which sad reflection so much terrour draws I onely view the Actors not the Cause Nor can the Conquerours fame salute my thought But to remember with whose Blood 't was bought The vanquish't Family claims all my care Here I 'm a Wife and am a Daughter there And to each party am so strictly ty'd That I must be on the unhappy side Is this the Peace I thought so long deferr'd And thus great Gods have you my Prayers heard What Thunder-bolts then can your anger find Since y' are thus cruel when you would be kind Or which way will you punish an offence If thus you treat the Vows of innocence SCEN. II. Sabina and Julia. SABINA Is it done Julia and what fatal news Must I a Husband or a Brother lose Or to their impious Arms does this befall That angry Heav'n has sacrific'd them all And lest my horrour for the conquering fide Should ease my woes must that too be deny'd JULIA To what is past are you a stranger yet SABINA I am and can you be surpriz'd at it Know you not Julia that the House you see A Prison for Camilla is and me They here confine us both and are afaraid Our pious tears their fury should disswade And that the sorrows of our spotless love Should in both Armies some compassion move JULIA They needed not such Orators as you For they were hinder'd at their interview No sooner they appear'd prepar'd to fight But either Army murmur'd at the sight To see such friends persons so near ally'd Their Country's quarrel chosen to decide This man 's with pity that with horrour fir'd Another highly their brave heat admir'd One with his praises imps their spacious Fame Another calls it by a guilty Name But yet their different thoughts have but one Voice To blame their Leaders and detest the choice All did this barbarous Combat so condemn That with united haste they parted them SABINA O Gods what Incense my contentment owes JULIA Stay yet Sabina e're you pay your Vows You may increase your hopes abate your fears But there 's enough still to deserve your Tears In vain alas the Champions they would save For they remain as obstinate as brave And their ambitious Souls were so much touch'd With the great Glory which they now approach'd That what the Souldiers pity'd they ador'd And seem affronted when they are deplor'd They think that kindness does their fame no right And with both Armies they will rather fight And by the hands that sever'd them be slain Than give their Countreys honours back again SABINA Can so much cruelty their bosoms fill JULIA It did but yet both Armies murmur'd still And universally their purpose held To ask new Champlons or a general Field The Leaders presence they no longer fear'd Their power scarce valu'd or their Voices heard Th' amazed King this mischief to oppose Since every one says he enraged grows Let us on this consult the powers above What impious man dares their command disown When they in sacrifice have
secret Contract past below There Love into Identity does go 'T is the first unities Monarchique Throne The Centre that knits all where the great Three 's but One Abraham Cowley The Table Poem 1 UPon the double Murther of K. Charles I. in answer to a libellous Copy of Rymes made by Vavasor Powell Page 1 Poem 2 On the numerous Access of the English to wait upon the King in Flanders Page 2 Poem 3 Arion on a Dolphin To his Majesty at his passage into England Page 3 Poem 4 On the fair weather just at the Coronation it having rained immediately before and after Page 5 Poem 5 To the Queen's Majesty on her arrival at Portsmouth May 14. 1662. Page ib. Poem 6 To the Queen-Mother's Majesty Jan. 1. 1660 1. Page 7 Poem 7 Vpon the Princess Royal her Return into England Page 8 Poem 8 On the Death of the illustrious Duke of Gloucester Page 9 Poem 9 To her Royal Highness the Dutchess of York on her commanding me to send her some things that I had written Page 11 Poem 10 On the Death of the Queen of Bohemia Page 12 Poem 11 On the third of September 1651. Page 13 Poem 12 To the noble Palaemon on his incomparable Discourse of Friendship Page 14 Poem 13 To the Right honourable Alice Countess of Carbury at her coming into Wales Page 16 Poem 14 To Sir Edward Deering the noble Silvander on his Dream and Navy personating Orinda 's preferring Rosania before Solomon 's Traffick to Ophir Page 17 Poem 15 To Mr. Henry Lawes Page 18 Poem 16 A Sea-voyage from Tenby to Bristol begun Sept. 5. 1652. sent from Bristol to Lucasia Sept. 8. 1652. Page 19 Poem 17 Friendship 's Mystery To my dearest Lucasia Page 21 Poem 18 Content to my dearest Lucasia Page 22 Poem 19 A Dialogue of Absence 'twixt Lucasia and Orinda Set by Mr. Henry Lawes Page 25 Poem 20 To my dearest Sister Mrs. C. P. on her marriage Page 26 Poem 21 To Mr. Henry Vaughan Silurist on his Poems Page 27 Poem 22 A retired friendship to Ardelia Page 28 Poem 23 To Mrs. Mary Carne when Philaster courted her Page 30 Poem 24 To Mr. J. B. the noble Crâ—tander upon a Composition of his which he was not willing to own publickly Page 31 Poem 25 To the Excellent Mrs. Anne Owen upon her receiving the name of Lucasia and adoption into our Society December 28. 1651. Page 32 Poem 26 To the truly noble Mrs. Anne Owen On my first Approches Page 33 Poem 27 Lucasia Page 34 Poem 28 Wiston Vault Page 36 Poem 29 Friendship in Embleme or the Seal to my dearest Lucasia Page ib. Poem 30 In memory of F. P. who dyed at Acton May 24. 1660. at 12. and ½ of age Page 39 Poem 31 In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire who dyed Nov. 13. 1656. after she came thither from Pembroke-shire Page 42 Poem 32 To the truly competent judge of Honour Lucasia upon a scandalous Libel made by J. J. Page 45 Poem 33 To Antenor on a Paper of mine which J. J. threatens to publish to prejudice him Page 47 Poem 34 Rosania shadowed whilst Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 48 Poem 35 To the Queen of inconstancy Regina Collier in Antwerp Page 50 Poem 36 To my excellent Lucasia on our friendship Page 51 Poem 37 Rosania 's private Marriage Page 52 Poem 38 Injuria Amicitiae Page 53 Poem 39 To Regina Collier on her cruelty to Philaster Page 55 Poem 40 To Philaster on his Melancholy for Regina Page ib. Poem 41 Philoclea 's parting Page 56 Poem 42 To Rosania now Mrs. Montague being with her Page ib. Poem 43 To my Lucasia Page 58 Poem 44 On Controversies in Religion Page 59 Poem 45 To the honoured Lady E. C. Page 61 Poem 46 Parting with Lucasia a Song Page 65 Poem 47 Against Pleasure Set tby Dr. Coleman Page 66 Poem 48 A Prayer Page 68 Poem 49 To Mrs. M. A. upon absence Page 69 Poem 50 To Mrs. Mary Awbrey Page 70 Poem 51 In memory of Mr. Cartwright Page 71 Poem 52 Mr. Francis Finch the excellent Palaemon Page 72 Poem 53 To Mrs. M. A. at parting Page 74 Poem 54 To my dearest Antenor on his parting Page 76 Poem 55 Engraven on Mr. John Collier 's Tomb-stone at Bedlington Page 77 Poem 56 On the little Regina Collier on the same Tomb-stone Page 78 Poem 57 Friendship Page ib. Poem 58 The Enquiry Page 80 Poem 59 To my Lucasia in defence of declared friendship Page 82 Poem 60 A Resvery Page 86 Poem 61 A Country-life Page 88 Poem 62 To Mrs. Wogan my honoured friend on the death of her Husband Page 91 Poem 63 In memory of the most justly honoured Mrs. Owen of Orielton Page 92 Poem 64 A Friend Page 94 Poem 65 L' Accord du Bien Page 98 Poem 66 Invitation to the Country Page 103 Poem 67 In memory of Mrs. E. H. Page 104 Poem 68 On Rosania 's Apostacy and Lucasia 's friendship Page 106 Poem 69 To my Lady Eliz. Boyle singing Now Affairs c. Page 107 Poem 70 Submission Page 108 Poem 71 2 Cor. 5. 19. God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself Page 110 Poem 72 The World Page 111 Poem 73 The Soul Page 114 Poem 74 Happiness Page 118 Poem 75 Death Page 119 Poem 76 To the Queen's Majesty on her late sickness and Recovery Page 121 Poem 77 Ode upon Retirement Page 122 Poem 78 The Irish Grey-hound Page 125 Poem 79 Song to the tune of Sommes nous pas trop heureux Page 126 Poem 80 A Dialogue betwixt Lucasia Rosania imitating that of gentle Thersis Page ib. Poem 81 Song to the Tune of Adieu Phillis Page 127 Poem 82 An Epitaph on my honoured Mother Mrs. Philips of Portheynon in Cardigan-shire who dyed Jan. 1. 1662 3. Page 128 Poem 83 Lucasia Rosania and Orinda parting at a Fountain July 1663. Page 129 Poem 84 A Farewel to Rosania Page 130 Poem 85 To my Lady Anne Boyle saying I looked angrily upon her Page ib. Poem 86 On the Welsh Language Page 131 Poem 87 To the Countess of Thanet upon her marriage Page 132 Poem 88 Epitapb on her Son H. P. at St. Syth's Church where her body also lies interred Page 134 Poem 89 On the death of my Lord Rich only Son to the Earl of Warwick who dyed of the small Pox 1664. Page 135 Poem 90 The Virgin Page 136 Poem 91 Vpon the graving of her name upon a Tree in Barne-Elms Walks Page 137 Poem 92 To my dearest friend Mrs. A. Owen upon her greatest loss Page ib. Poem 93 Orinda to Lucasia parting October 1661. at London Page 139 Poem 94 On the first of January 1657. Page 141 Poem 95 To my Lady M. Cavendish chosing the name of Policrite Page 142 Poem 96 Against Love Page 143 Poem 97 A Dialogue of friendship multiplied Page ib. Poem 98 Rosania to Lucasia on her Letters Page 144 Poem 99 To my Antenor
Beams wherein thy Worth was drest Thy Wit so bright so piercing and immense Adorn'd with wise and lovely Innocence Might have foretold thou wert not so compleat But that our joy might be as short as great So the poor Swain beholds his ripened Corn By some rough Wind without a Sickle torn Never ah never let sad Parents guess At one remove of future happiness But reckon Children 'mong those passing joys Which one hour gives and the next hour destroys Alas we were secure of our content But find too late that it was onely lent To be a Mirrour wherein we may see How frail we are how spotless we should be But if to thy blest Soul my grief appears Forgive and pity these injurious tears Impute them to Affections sad excess Which will not yield to Nature's tenderness Since 't was through dearest ties and highest trust Continued from thy Cradle to thy Dust And so rewarded and confirm'd by thine That wo is me I thought thee too much mine But I 'le resign and follow thee as fast As my unhappy Minutes will make hast Till when the fresh remembrances of thee Shall be my Emblems of Mortality For such a loss as this bright Soul is not Ever to be repaired or forgot In memory of that excellent person Mrs. Mary Lloyd of Bodidrist in Denbigh-shire who died Nov. 13. 1656. after she came thither from Pembroke-shire I Cannot hold for though to write were rude Yet to be silent were Ingratitude And Folly too for if Posterity Should never hear of such a one as thee And onely know this Age's brutish fame They would think Vertue nothing but a Name And though far abler Pens must her define Yet her Adoption hath engaged mine And I must own where Merit shines so clear 'T is hard to write but harder to forbear Sprung from an ancient and an honour'd Stem Who lent her lustre and she paid it them Who still in great and noble things appeared Whom all their Country lov'd and yet they feared Match'd to another good and great as they Who did their Country both oblige and sway Behold herself who had without dispute More then both Families could contribute What early Beauty Grief and Age had broke Her lovely Reliques and her Off-spring spoke She was by nature and her Parents care A Woman long before most others are But yet that antedated season she Improv'd to Vertue not to Liberty For she was still in either state of life Meet as a Virgin Prudent as a Wife And she well knew although so young and fair Justly to mix Obedience Love and Care Whil'st to her Children she did still appear So wisely kind so tenderly severe That they from her Rule and Example brought A native Honour which she stampt and taught Nor can a single Pen enough commend So kind a Sister and so clear a Friend A Wisdom from above did her secure Which as 't was peaceable was ever pure And if well-order'd Commonwealths must be Patterns for every private Family Her House rul'd by her hand and by her eye Might be a Pattern for a Monarchy Solomon's wisest Woman less could do She built her house but this preserv'd hers too She was so pious that when she did die She scarce chang'd Place I 'm sure not Company Her Zeal was primitive and practick too She did believe and pray and read and do A firm and equal Soul she had engrost Just ev'n to those that disoblig'd her most She grew to love those wrongs she did receive For giving her the power to Forgive Her Alms I may admire but not relate Bur her own works shall praise her in the gate Her Life was checquer'd with afflictive years And even her Comfort season'd in her Tears Scarce for a Husband's loss her eyes were dried And that loss by her Children half supplied When Heav'n was pleas'd not these dear Propâ— afford But tore most off by sickness or by sword She who in them could still their Father boast Was a fresh Widow every Son she lost Litigious hands did her of Right de prive That after all 't was Penance to survive She still these Griefs hath nobly undergone Which few support at all but better none Such a submissive Greatness who can find A tender Heart with so resolv'd a Mind But she though sensible was still the same Of a resigned Soul untainted Fame Nor were her Vertues coarsly set for she Out-did Example in Civility To bestow blessings to oblige relieve Was all for which she could endure to live She had a joy higher in doing good Than they to whom the benefit accru'd Though none of Honour had a quicker sense Never had Woman more of complacence Yet lost it not in empty forms but still Her Nature noble was her Soul gentile And as in Youth she did attract for she The Verdure had without the Vanity So she in Age was mild and grave to all Was not morose but was majestical Thus from all other Women she had skill To draw their good but nothing of their ill And since she knew the mad tumultuous World Saw Crowns revers'd Temples to ruine hurl'd She in Retirement chose to shine and burn As a bright Lamp shut in some Roman Urn. At last when spent with sickness grief and age Her Guardian Angel did her death presage So that by strong impulse she chearfully Dispensed blessings and went home to die That so she might when to that place removed Marry his Ashes whom she ever loved She dy'd gain'd a reward and paid a debt The Sun himself did never brighter set Happy were they that knew her and her end More happy they that did from her descend A double blessing they may hope to have One she convey'd to them and one she gave All that are hers are therefore sure to be Blest by Inheritance and Legacy A Royal Birth had less advantage been 'T is more to die a Saint than live a Queen To the truly competent Judge of Honour Lucasia upon a scandalous Libel made by J. J. HOnour which differs Man from Man much more Then Reason differ'd him from Beasts before Suffers this common Fate of all things good By the blind World to be misunderstood For as some Heathens did their Gods confine While in a Bird or Beast they made their shrine Depos'd their Deities to Earth and then Offer'd them Rites that were too low for Men So those who most to Honour sacrifice Prescribe to her a mean and weak disguise Imprison her to others false Applause And from Opinion do receive their Laws While that inconstant Idol they implore Which in one breath can murther and adore From hence it is that those who Honour court And place her in a popular report Do prostitute themselves to sordid Fate And from their Being oft degenerate And thus their Tenents too are low and bad As if 't were honourable to be mad Or that their Honour had concerned been But to conceal not to forbear a sin But
but what 's my own You ne're shall anger from your Sister find Though you 're a cruel Brother I 'le be kind PTOLOMY But yet methinks you do discover pride CLEOPATRA Time is the Standard whereby things are try'd PTOLOMY Your present carriage that doth plainly shew CLEOPATRA Caesar is come and you 've a Master now PTOLOMY I made him mine who the Worlds Master is CLEOPATRA Pay him your homage while I look for his In this Address you may your self be seen But I 'le remember that I am a Queen Photin will help you to receive him now Advise with him he 'll tell you what 's to do Act. II. SCEN. IV. Ptolomy Photinus PTOLOMY I have observ'd thy Counsel but find since To flatter her but swells her insolence For with her Pride she did affront me so That I at last fell into Passion too This Arm enrag'd by her could scarce forbear Without a Thought that Caesar was so near Dispatching her as safe as she does seem To have complain'd to Pompey not to him She talks already at that haughty rate That if great Caesar please her Pride and Hate And she o're him her boasted Empire have Her Brother and her King must be her Slave No no we needs must Frustrate that intent Nor poorly wait the Ills we may prevent Let 's spoil her of her Power to disdain And break those Charmes whereby she hopes to reign Nor after such indignities let 's brook That she should buy my Scepter with a look PHOTINUS Do not for Caesar Sir pretence provide That Egypt should be to his Triumphs ty'd For this Ambitious Man which through the world Hath War and Slavery together hurl'd Swell'd with his Conquest and a Rage so smart As such a loss writes in a Lovers Heart Though you but act what Equity approves Will thence ground his revenge for what he loves As for a crime Hee 'l you to Bondage bring Though you did only what became a King PTOLOMY If Cleopatra sees him shee 's a Queen PHOTINUS But if she dye your Ruine is foreseen PTOLOMY Who ruines me should on my fall attend PHOTINUS To ruine her you must your self befriend PTOLOMY What must my Crown upon her Temples shine No if my Scepter I must needs resign The Conquerour shall rather it command PHOTINUS You 'l sooner force it from a Sisters hand How great soever now his flames appear He must be gone and leave You Master here Love in such Men seldom that room can find Which to their Interest will not be resign'd With Juba Scipio and with Pompey's Sons Spain to Revenge he knows with Affrick runs And while that Party are not yet o'rethrown He cannot safely call the World his own Caesar's too great a Captain to o'resee The Pursuit of Pharsalia's Victory And leave such fierce Hearts on revenge intent To rise from their so late Astonishment If he his ends Obtain and them o'recome He his gain'd Empire must secure at Rome And there the fruit of his success enjoy Whilst he at pleasure does her laws Destroy Judge in that time what great things you may do See Caesar then and strive to please him too Resign him all but yet this Rule intend That future things on accidents Depend Your Throne and Scepter give into his hand And without murmur yield to his Command He will believe that Justice he shall do If he your Father's Testament pursue Besides this signal service you have done Will give you still some Title to your Throne Entire submission to his Orders shew Applaud his Judgment but then let him go That time for our Revenge will be most fit When we can Act as well as think of it With temper let these Passions then be born Which were excited by your Sisters scorn Boasts are but Air and he revenges best Who Acts his braver Thoughts yet talks the least PTOLOMY O thy Advice my greatest Comfort brings A Prudent Counsellour's the bliss of Kings Come dear Supporter of my Throne let 's go And to save all on Caesar all bestow His Pride let 's flatter with an empty State And with our whole Fleet on him hither Wait. After the second Act this Song is to be sung by two Egyptian Priests on the Stage 1. SEE how Victorious Caesar's Pride Does Neptune's Bosom sweep And with Thessalian Fortune ride In Triumph o're the Deep 2. What Rival of the Gods is this Who dare's do more then they Whose Feet the Fates themselves do kiss And Sea and Land obey 1. What can the Fortunate withstand For this resistless He Rivers of Blood brings on the Land And Bulwarks on the Sea 2. Since Gods as well as Men submit And Caesar's favour woe Virtue her self may think it fit That Egypt court him too 1. But Pompey's Head 's a rate too dear For by that impious price The God less Noble will appear Than do's the Sacrifice 2. If Justice be a thing divine The Gods should it maintain For us t' attempt what they decline Would be as rash as vain Chorus How desperate is our Princes Fate What hazzard doe's he run He must be wicked to be great Or to be just undone Act. III. SCEN. I. Charmion Achoreus CHARMION YEs whilst the King himself is gone to meet Caesar and lay his Scepter at his Feet To her Appartment Cleopatra went And there unmov'd expects his Complement What words have you to cloath this Humour in ACHOREUS 'T is Noble Pride and worthy of a Queen Who with Heroick courage does make good The Honour of her Rank and of her Blood May I speak to Her CHARMION No but she hath sent Me to enquire this meetings great event How Caesar on this Gift himself explain'd Whether it wene acknowledg'd or disdain'd If he the fierce takes or the gentler way And what he to our Murtherers could say ACHOREUS The head of Pompey hath already cost More than they will have any cause to boast For whether Caesar be or seem severe Yet I for them have ground enough to fear If they lov'd Ptolomy they serv'd him ill You saw him part and I pursu'd him still When from the City his well order'd Fleet Advanc'd a League that they might Caesar meet He with spread Sails arriv'd and as in Wars He still had been the Favourite of Mars So Neptune to his Navy was so kind His Fortune was not fairer than his Wind. Our Prince was so astonish'd when they met As if he did his Crowned head forget Through his false joy his terrour he confess'd And all his Actions his low Thoughts express'd I my self blush'd as at a shameful thing There to see Ptolomy but not the King Caesar who saw his Courage thus expire In pity flatter'd him to raise it higher He with low voice offering his fatal gift Now Sir says he you have no Rival left What in Thessalia not the gods could do I give you Pompey and Cornelia too Here 's one and though the other flight did take Six Ships of mine will
quickly bring her back Achillas then the great Head did expose Which still to speak it self seem'd to dispose At this new injury some warm remain Did in imperfect groans seem to complain I thought his open mouth and ghastly look Recall'd the Soul which scarce her leave had took And his last anger seem'd with dying breath To charge the gods with his Defeat and Death Caesar seem'd Thunder-stricken at this view As not resolv'd what to believe or do Immoveably on that sad Object ty'd He long from us his inward thought did hide And I would say if I durst make a guess By what our Nature uses to express Some such malignant pleasure he enjoy'd As his offended honour scarce destroy'd That the whole World now in his power lies Could not but bring some flattering surprize But though a while this conflict he endur'd Yet his great Soul it self soon re-assur'd Though he loves Power yet he Treason hates Himself he judges on himself debates Each joy and grief at Reason's Bar appears At length resolv'd he first let fall some Tears His Virtues Empire he by force regains And noblest thoughts by that weak sign explains The horrid present from his sight expell'd His Eyes and Hands he up to Heaven held In a few words their insolence repress'd And after did in pensive silence rest Nor even to his Romans could reply But with a heavy sigh and furious eye At last with thirty Cohorts come to Land To seiz the Gates and Ports he does command The Guards he set and secret Orders sent Shew his distrust as well as discontent Egypt he speaks of as a Province won And now calls Pompey not a Foe but Son This I observ'd CHARMION By which the Queen may find The just Osiris to her Vows inclin'd Whilst with this happy News to her I flye Do you preserve her your Fidelity ACHOREUS Ne're doubt it but here Caesar comes go then Describe the Consternation of our Men And whatsoever proves to be their Fate I 'le first observe and then to her relate SCEN. II. Caesar Ptolomy Lepidus Photinus Achoreus Roman and Egyptian Souldiers PTOLOMY Great Sir ascend the Throne and govern Us. CAESAR Do you know Caesar and speak to him thus What worse could envious Fortune offer me Who alike hate a Crown and Infamy This to accept would all my boast confute That Rome did me unjustly persecute Rome who both scorns gives Crowns every where And nothing sees in Kings to love or fear Nay at our Birth does all our Souls enflame To slight the Rank and to abhor the Name This truth you might have learn'd from Pompey who If he such Offers lik'd could shun them too Both Throne and King had honour'd been t' afford Service to him who had them both restor'd So glorious had been even ill success In such a Cause that Triumphs had been less And if your Fortune safety had deny'd To have bestow'd it had been Caesar's pride But though you would not own so brave a strife What right had you to that illustrious Life Who that rich blood to wash your hands allow'd That to the meanest Roman should have bow'd Was it for you Pharsalia's Field I won Wherein so many Nations were undone And did I purchase at so high a rate That you should be the Arbiters of Fate If I in Pompey that could ne're admit Shall you escape o're him assuming it How much is my success abus'd by you Who attempt more than ever I durst do What Name think you will such a blow become Which has usurp'd the Soveraignty of Rome And in one Person did affront her more Than could the Asian Massacre before Do you imagine I shall e're agree You would have been more scrupulous for me No had you Pompey here Victorious seen My Head to him had such a Present been I to my Conquest your Submissions owe When all wrongs had pursu'd my Overthrow You do adore the Conqueror not me I but enjoy it by Felicity Dangerous Friendship Kindness to be fear'd Which turns with Fortune and by her is steer'd But speak this silence does encrease your sin PTOLOMY Never hath my Confusion greater been And I believe Sir you 'l allow it me Since I a King born now a Master see Where at my frown each man did trembling stand And every word of mine was a Command I see a new Court and another sway And I have nothing left but to obey Your very look abates my spirits force And can it be regain'd by your Discourse Judge how I can from such a Trouble cease Which my Respects create and Fears encrease And what can an astonisht Prince express Who anger sees in that Majestick Dress And whose Amazements do his Soul subdue That Pompey's Death should be reveng'd by You. Yet I must say whatever he bestow'd We owe you more then ever him we ow'd Your Favour was the first to us exprest And all he did was done at your Request He did the Senate move for injur'd Kings And them that Prayer to our Assistance brings But all that He for Egypt could obtain Without your Mony Sir had been in vain By that his Rebels our late King subdu'd And you have Right to all our Gratitude We Pompey as your Friend and Son rever'd But when he your Competitour appear'd When of your Fortune he suspicious grew Tyranny sought and dar'd to fight with you CAESAR Forbear your hatreds Thirst his Blood supplies Touch not his Glory let his Life suffice Say nothing here that Rome still dares deny But plead your Cause without a Calumny PTOLOMY Then let the Gods be Judges of his Thought I only say that in the Wars last fought To which so many Wrongs did you perswade Our Vows for your success were only made And since he ever sought your Blood to spill I thought his Death a necessary Ill. For as his groundless Hatred daily grew He would by all ways the Dispute renew Or if at length he fell into your Hand We fear'd your Mercy would your Right withstand For to that Pitch your sense of Honour flies As would to Fame your Safety sacrifice Which made me Judge in so extream an Ill We ought to serve you Sir against your will My forward Zeal th' occasion did embrace Without your leave and to my own disgrace And this you as a Crime in me disclaim But nothing done for you deserves that Name I stain'd my Hands your Danger to remove Which Act you may enjoy and disapprove Nay by my Guilt my Merit higher grows Since I my Glory gave for your Repose And by that greatest Victim have procur'd Your Glory and your Power to be assur'd CAESAR You employ Ptolomy such Crafty Words And weak Excuses as your Cause affords Your Zeal was false if 't were afraid to see What all Mankind beg'd of the Gods should be And did to you such subtleties Convey As stole the Fruit of all my Wars away Where Honour me engag'd and where the end Was of
that is above a Queen Madam command all shall your Orders wait CORNELIA O Gods how many Virtues must I hate After the third Act to Cornelia asleep on a Couch Pompey 's Ghost sings this in Recitative Air. From lasting and unclouded Day From joys refin'd above allay And from a spring without decay I come by Cynthia's borrow'd â—eams To visit my Cornelia's Dreams And give them yet sublimer Theams Behold the Man thou lov'dst before Pure streams have wash'd away his Gore And Pompey now shall bleed no more By Death my Glory I resume For 't would have been a harsher doom To outlive the Liberty of Rome By me her doubtful fortune try'd Falling bequeaths my Fame this Pride I for it liv'd and with it Dy'd Nor shall my vengeance be withstood Or unattended with a Flood Of Roman and Egyytian Blood Caesar himself it shall pursue His daies shall troubled be and few And he shall fall by Treason too He by severity Divine Shall be an offering at my Shrine As I was his he must be mine Thy stormy Life regret no more For Fate shall waft thee soon a shore And to thy Pompey thee restore Where past the fears of sad removes We 'll entertain our spotless Loves In beauteous and immortal Groves There none a guilty Crown shall wear Nor Caesar be Dictator there Nor shall Cornelia shed a Tear After this a Military Dance as the continuance of her Dream and then Cornelia starts up as waken'd in amazement saying What have I seen and whither is it gone How great the Vision and how quickly done Yet if in Dreams we future things can see There 's still some joy laid up in Fate for me Exit ACT IV. SCEN. I. Ptolomy Achillas Photinus PTOLOMY WHat with that Hand and with that Sword which had A Victim of th' unhappy Pompey made Saw you Septimius fled from Caesar's hate Give such a bloody period to his Fate ACHILLAS He 's dead Sir and by that you may collect What shame foreseen by him you must expect Caesar you may by this slow anger know The violent does quickly come and go But the consider'd indignation grows Stronger by age and gives the fiercer blows In vain you hope his fury to asswage Who now secure does politickly rage He safely for his Fame concern'd appears Pompey alive abhor'd he dead reveres And of his Slaughter by this Art doth chuse To act the vengeance and yet make the use PTOLOMY Had I believ'd thee I had never known A Master here nor been without a Throne But still with this imprudence Kings are curst To hear too much Advice and chuse the worst At the Pits brink Fate does their Reason blind Or if some hint they of their danger find Yet that false light amiss their Judgment steers Plunges them in and then it disappears PHOTINUS I must confess I Caesar did mistake Since such a Service he a Crime does make But yet his side hath streams and those alone Can expiate your fault and fix your Throne I no more say you silently should bear And your Revenge till he be gone defer No I a better Remedy esteem To justifie his Rivals death on him When you the first Act by the last make good And Caesar's shed as well as Pompey's Blood Rome will no difference in her Tyrants know But will to you from both her Freedom owe. PTOLOMY Yes yes to this all Reasons do perswade Let 's fear no more the greatness we have made Caesar shall still from Us receive his Doom And twice in one day we 'll dispose of Rome As Bondage first let 's Freedom next bestow Let not thy Actions Caesar swell thee so But call to mind what thou hast seen me do Pompey was mortal and so thou art too Thou envy'dst him for his exceeding thee And I think thou hast no more lives than he Thy own compassion for his Fate does shew That thy heart may be penetrable too Then let thy Justice threaten as it please 'T is I must with thy Ruine Rome appease And of that cruel mercy vengeance take Which spares a King but for his Sisters sake My Life and Power shall not exposed be To her Resentment or thy Levity Lest thou to morrow should'st at such a rate Reward her Love or else revenge her Hate More noble Maximes shall my fears expel Thou bad'st me once to chuse my Victims well And my Obedience thou in this shalt see Who know no Victim worthier than thee Nor th' Immolation of whose Blood will draw Better acceptance from thy Son in law But vainly friends we thus foment our Rage Unless we knew what strength we could engage All this may be unprofitable heat The Tyrants Forces being here so great But of our Power let us be first agreed And in what time and method to proceed ACHILLAS We may do much Sir in our present State Two miles from hence six thousand Souldiers wait Which I foreseeing some new Discontents Have kept in readiness for all Events Caesar with all his Arts could not foresee That underneath this Town a Vault should be By which this night we to the Palace may Our Men with Ease and without noise convey T' assault his life by open force alone Would be the only way to lose your own We must surprize him and act our design When he is Drunk with Pleasure Love and Wine The People are all ours for when he made His entry horrour did their Souls invade When with a Pomp so arrogantly grave His Fasces did our Royal Ensigns brave I mark'd what Rage at that injurious view From their incensed Eyes like sparkles flew And they so much did with their fury strive That your least Countenance may it revive Septimius Souldiers fill'd with greater hate Struck with the terrour of their Leader's Fate Seek nothing but revenge on him who them Did in their Captains Person so contemn PTOLOMY But what way to approach him can be found If at the Feast his Guards do him surround PHOTINUS Cornelia's Men who have already known Among your Romans Kindred of their own Seem to perswade us they would help afford To Sacrifice their Tyrant to their Lord Nay have assur'd it and much better may Than we to Caesar the first stabs convey His Clemency not only false but vain Which courts Cornelia that he Rome may gain Will to his Person give them such access As may assure our Plot of a success But Cleopatra comes to her appear Only possess'd with weakness and with fear Let us withdraw Sir for you know that we Are Objects she will much abhor to see PTOLOMY Go wait me SCEN. II. Ptolomy Cleopatra CLEOPATRA Brother I have Caesar seen And have to him your intercessour been PTOLOMY I never could expect an act less kind From you who bear so generous a Mind But your great Lover quickly from you went CLEOPATRA 'T was to the Town t' appease some discontent Which he was told had newly raised been Betwixt the Souldier and the
I then desir'd it too And if relenting Heav'n had heard my voice Alba had been reduc'd to other choice The Horaces had then triumphant stood With Swords unstained in the Curtian Blood And by a Combat less to Natures shame Had sav'd the Honour of the Roman name But otherwise the mighty Gods design And their high pleasure must determine mine With generous thoughts I build my great resolve And in the publick Int'rest mine involve Take you that course to stop your sorrows growth Rememb'ring this that you are Romans both * to Cam. You are by birth what * to Sab. you by vows became And there 's a'noble Fortune in that Name Rome shall hereafter to that Empire grow That the whole World shall to her Ensigns bow The trembling Universe her Yoke shall bear And Kings shall court the Title that you wear This our Aeneas from the Gods obtain'd SCEN. VI. Old Horace Sabina Camilla Julia. Old HOR. Well Julia know you who the Day has gain'd JULIA I know how Fatally it does conclude Rome now must stoop to Alba's servitude Two of your Sons are by the Albans slain Sabina's Husband only doth remain Who startling at this too unequal fight Himself preserv'd hath by his speedy flight Old HOR. Ah fearful Courge heat without a flame Thou to thy house hast brought Eternal shame I those regret not who for their Country 's slain But him whose fear suffers to live in vain He hopes by this base act his Life to save I 'le quickly send him to his Brother's grave I to Revenge am now so fully bent My steady heart will never it relent JULIA Can you him blame in this unequal strife When hope is gone to flye to save his life Valour o're power'd who will of fear condemn To shun that tyde of woes he cannot stem What would you have had him done HORACE Have dy'd And spent his life by his brave Brothers side Ah treacherous Destiny that thou should'st give A Son to me Rome's freedom to outlive The fight true Courage never will forsake When his own Country's freedom lies at stake CAMILLA But has his hasty flight his life then sav'd Is famous Rome by Alba quite enslav'd JULIA After this passage I made no delay To tell you th' news I hastened away Old HORACE His fearful flight has so my honour stain'd That it by him can never be regain'd JULIA He fled not 'till all hopes were lost and vain His want of courage you need not complain Old HORACE He should have fought still rouz'd his Valour now Trusting to what the Pow'rs above might do If he had fallen he had with honour dy'd And to his Name eternal Fame had ty'd But since he 's fled if I him ever see This hand his Executi'ner shall be And by that deed shall to the world make known At what a rate his action I disown SABINA Ah Sir a little check this generous heat And do not make our miseries compleat Old HORACE Your grief Sabina easie help endures Since our afflictions are no longer yours Heaven in our Sorrows yet excusing you Hath sav'd your Husband and your Brothers too We are betray'd but they have overcome And 't is your Country hath subjected Rome And in the lustre of your Brothers fame You lose the sight of all our loss and shame But your concern for this unworthy Man shall give You quickly cause as well as us to grieve Your tears for him will no protection prove For here I swear by all the powers above These very hands e're night invade the day Shall in his Blood wash Romes disgrace away Exit SABINA Let 's follow him lest rage his reason blind O Gods and will you never more be kind Must every hour new blows to us impart And still from hands that much increase the smart Exeunt ACT IV. SCEN. I. Old Horace and Camilla Old HORACE Go no more breath for such a Coward lose Let him flye me as he has done his foes To save that wretched Life he held so dear He has done little if he now appear Sabina may prevent it or I vow By all the Powers to which we mortals bow CAMILLA Oh Sir this cruel thought no more pursue Or Rome her self will kinder be than you And she as much as she by this does lose Valour opprest by number will excuse Old HORACE I 'm not concern'd what mercy Rome confers I have a Father's rights distinct from hers And know what genuine Vertue would have done It might be worsted but not trampled on True valour never knows a base allay And though it lose can never yield the day But let us hear what does Valerius bring SCEN. II. Old Horace Camilla Valerius VALERIUS I 'm sent to wait upon you from the King Who mourns your loss Old HORACE That merits not his care And I the needless complement can spare I my Sons deaths rather than shame would know And tears than blushes better can allow They that are slain like men of honour dy'd And that 's enough VAL. But they are all supply'd By him that lives and his immortal Fame Old HOR. Would he had perish'd too and all my Name VAL. Can only you his Virtue dis-esteem Old HOR. 'T is I alone that ought to punish him VAL. And what offence has in his conduct been Old HOR. But what great Vertue in his flight was seen VAL. Flight in this case wears an illustrious Name Old HOR. Why do you cover my gray hairs with shame Th' example 's rare indeed and few would die If men could catch bright honour when they flie VAL. Do you a shame and a confusion call T' have had a Son who has preserv'd us all Who with new triumphs did Rome's Empire save What greater honours could a Father have Old HOR. What Honours and what Triumphs brings he home When Alba must dispose the Fate of Rome VAL. What great success of Alba has appear'd Or have you yet but half the story heard Old HOR. Was not the Combat ended by his flight VAL. So Alba thought at that mistaken sight But she soon found he fled but as became A man entrusted with his Country's Fame HOR. Does Rome triumph VAL. O! his great story hear To whom you so unjustly are severe When he against three Foes was left alone Each of them having wounds he having none Too weak for all too strong for either's rage He dext'rously himself did dis-engage The stratagem of seeming flight he try'd And so th' abused Brothers does divide They all pursue yet not with equal haste But as their wounds permit them slow or fast Horace looks back his scatter'd Foes upon Whom he already thinks half overthrown He waits your Son-in-law for he was first Who much incens'd to see that so he durst His utmost braving does in vain express For his lost Blood denys him the success Alba whose hopes with Curtius strength decay'd Soon his next Brother summons to his aid Who hastening to his rescue finds too late
He was preceded by his Brother's fate CAMILLA Alas VALERIUS Yet breathless his revenge begun But quickly gives new conquest to your Son Who soon defeated all the Arts he try'd And laid him gasping by his Brothers side The Air resounds with noises thither sent From Roman Joy and Alban discontent Our Hero when so near his triumph drew Not only conquers now but braves them too I to my Brothers shades give what is past But to thee Rome I sacrifice this last Accept dear Country this so noble Blood Says he and flies to make his promise good The victory did scarce admit suspence The wounded Alban making small defence But as a Victim to the Altar goes And his Throat offers to the deadly blows So he gave up his undefended breath Securing Rome's Dominion by his Death Old HORACE O! my brave Son true heir of all renown Onely supporter of a falling Crown O Vertue worthy of Romes boast and mine Thy Country's succour glory of thy Line When into tenderness shall I convert All my injustice to thy great desert When shall I my repenting kindness show And with glad tears bathe thy victorious Brow VAL. That your Endearments may soon find a place The King will hasten him to your Embrace And therefore till to morrow is delay'd The Sacrifice which must to heav'n be paid This day no other Gratitude allows But Songs of Triumph and the publick Vows Where Horace waits the King by whom I 'm sent To ease your Grief and heighten your content But this is not enough for him to pay He 'll come himself and that perhaps to day This noble action does oblige him so That his own thanks he will on you bestow Who have resign'd your Sons to save his Throne Old HOR. That honour is too great for me to own And I 'm requited by what you have said For all the Blood my Sons have spilt or shed VAL. The King who no imperfect bounty knows His rescu'd Scepter from insulting Foes Values so much that all that he can do He thinks below either your Son or You But I shall tell him with what noble fire Heroick Vertue does your Soul inspire And how much Loyal Zeal to him you bear Old HOR. You 'l much oblige me by so kind a care SCEN. III. Old Horace Camilla Old HOR. Daughter your Tears are out of season now And misbecome the place where Honours grow Domestick losses we may well excuse When they do publick Victories produce It is enough Rome does o're Alba sway And all our sufferings that one word must pay You but a man lost when your Lover fell Whom you may quickly now repair as well What noble Roman after this success But would be proud to make you an address But to Sabina I this news must bear Whose blow must needs be very rude to her And her three Brothers by her Husband slain Will give her much more reason to complain But I despair not to appease her yet And she who is so brave and so discreet Will without pain her generous Soul dispose To that submission which her honour owes Till when suppress your grief you now resent Nor entertain him with this discontent In brief let him a Sister meet and find In the same blood the same heroick mind SCEN. IV. CAMILLA Yes I shall quickly to that Brother prove That none can fear to die who dares to love Nor can submit to those stern Parents sway Whom cruel Heav'n condemns us to obey You blame my grief you call it mean and poor But in revenge I 'll cherish it the more Relentless Father and my tears shall flow Till their streams rapid as their causes grow Never did Fortune shift her treacherous part So many times to break a single heart Sometimes she flatter'd and sometimes did fright Never in one day did one heart appear So toss'd from grief to joy from hope to fear An Oracle assures a Dream torments The Battel threatens and the Peace contents Just on my Marriage Eve the Cities chose My Lover and my Brother to be Foes The Souldiers murmure and revoke the choice The gods again confirm it by their voice Rome seems subdu'd and with my Brothers blood My Curtius only unpolluted stood But did my Heart too little grief contain To see my Country stoop and Brothers slain Or did my Fancy give too large a scope To love yet guiltless and yet living hope His death revenges on me that abuse With the sad way wherein I heard the news Valerius tells it and to brave my Fate The sad event does odiously relate An open gladness did his visage dress Less by Rome's glory caus'd than my distress Since by his Rival's death his hopes renew He seems to share my Brother's triumph too But this is nothing to my present wo I am requir'd with joy to meet the blow I to the Conqueror must my praise impart And kiss a hand that stabs me to the heart And when my grief so justly great appears They place an infamy upon my tears I must rejoice at what afflicts me thus And to be noble must be barbarous But from this Father I 'll degenerate And will deserve this gallant Brother's hate For humane frailty sure illustrious grows When brutishness for vertue they impose Appear my griefs why should you now forbear When all is lost what hath one left to fear This savage Conqueror I will not flye But will upbraid him with his Victory Offend his Conquest irritate his rage And if ought can let that my grief asswage He comes let my just sorrow now disclose What to a Lover slain a Mistress owes SCEN. V. Horace Camilla HORACE Sister this arm our Brothers has reveng'd And Rome's declining Destiny has chang'd Has to Rome's sway subjected Alba's Fate And in one day dispos'd of either State Behold what Trophies I have won and pay What 's due from you to such a glorious day CAMILLA Receive my tears then which are all I owe. HORACE Rome in her Triumphs will not those allow Bloud hath too well appeas'd our Brothers slain For you by tears to wash away their stain A loss that is reveng'd should be forgot CAMILLA Since then our hapless Brothers need them not I shall not think my tears to them are due Who are so fully satisfi'd by you But who will make my happiness return Or call that Lover back for whom I mourn HORACE How 's that CAMILLA My Curtius ah too brave too dear HORACE Ha! what are those audacious words I hear Can my degenerate Sister then retain Love for a publick Foe whom I have slain Thy guilty passion to revenge aspires But govern better thy unjust desires Remove my blushes and thy flame suppress And be in love only with my success Let these great Trophies thy delight confine CAMILLA Give me Barbarian then a heart like thine And since my thoughts I can no more disclaim Restore my Curtius or excuse my flame All my delight with his dear life is fled I lov'd him living and lament him dead If thou the Sister seek'st thou left'st behind An injur'd Mistress only thou wilt find Who like a Fury still must thee pursue And still reproach thee with his murther too Inhumane Brother who forbid'st my tears To whom my ruine such a joy appears Who of thy cruel slaughters growing vain Would'st have me kill my Curtins o're again May such incessant sorrows follow thee That thou may'st be reduc'd to envy me And by some wretched action soon defame Thy so ador'd and yet so brutish Name HORACE O Heavens who ever saw such raging love Believ'st thou nothing can my temper move And in my blood can I this shame permit Love love that blow which so ennobles it And the remembrance of one man resign To th' interests of Rome if not to mine CAMILLA To Rome the only object of my hate To Rome whose quarrel caus'd my Lover's Fate To Rome where thou wert born to thee so dear Whom I abhor ' cause she does thee revere May all her neighbours in one knot combine Her yet unsure foundations t' undermine And if Italian Forces seem too small May East and West conspire to make her fall And all the Nations of the barbarous World To ruine her o're Hills and Seas be hurl'd Nor these loath'd Walls may her own fury spare But with her own hands her own bowels tear And may Heaven's angel kindled by my wo Whole deluges of fire upon her throw May my eyes see her Temples overturn'd These Houses ashes and thy Lawrels burn'd See the last gasp which the last Roman draws And die with joy for having been the cause HORACE CAMILLA Ah Traitor HORACE Perish and be that their doom Who dare lament an Enemy of Rome SCEN. VI. Horace Proculus PROCULUS What have you done HORACE An honourable act Such an offence does such revenge exact FINIS