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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

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