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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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with Caesar frightens us Val. A. Oh! two proud Men to Friendship ne'r encline You may as well two lofty Mountains join If close in League Caesar and I appear It is because you do not see us near So when imperfectly remotely seen Two Mountains on each other seem to lean Approach 'em near you 'll find 'em wondrous wide Int'rest and Nature do the great divide Pride is a friendless Vice and foe to Pride I 've had success in War and got renown And Caesar hates all glory but his own Enter Cassius Cheraea viewing himself in a Pocket Looking-glass Why how now Cassius Ca. Ch. My most noble Lord Val. A. Examining thy Figure in a Glass That Glass is a dissembler Cassius Thou wou'dst not love it if it told thee truth For then the shadow on that Dial shewn Wou'd let thee know thy Sun is going down Th' art in thy fall witness thy falling hair Yet thou wou'dst pass for young with all the fair Oh! Cassius thou hast wander'd far from Youth And thy young dress tells scandalous untruth That th' art in heart a Hector who wou'd guess Whilst th' art a wanton Paris in thy dress Paris was not accoutred with such Art Thy habit is a Libel on thy Heart An. M. Oh! but a Manly daring Soul lurks deep Under this gentle Lady like outside Which Caesar takes a pleasure to deride Val. A. Nay Caesar ought to spare him allow Caesar's grave only in his frowning brow He folds his brow in frowns had he his will Basilisk like he 'd with his aspect kill But this sierce Monarch in unmanly dress Is oft extravagant to mad excess His Robes like Chrystal waves around him flow At once his Limbs and Lusts they lewdly shew His only coverings in his wild attire Are blazing Gems which make him seem o' fire His wrists in Bracelets far out-shine the Stars You 'd think 'em Comets and fear Plagues and Wars An. M. Ay and his Sandals powder'd o'r with Gems Exceed in splendor Regal Diadems Val. A. They are so wondrous soft and easie too He feels the ground no more than if he flew Ca. Ch. Dresses are Politicks of Love he 's wise And steals to hearts of Ladies through their Eyes Val. A. Were Cassius led to die he 'd die well dress'd To leave a Dart in ev'ry Ladies breast And to his death he 'd gracefully advance As if he only lead a solemn Dance And loss of life wou'd grieve him less he 'll own Than loss of love the dead are lov'd by none Ca. Ch. No from dead Lovers living beauties fly And soon let all remembrance of 'em die Our Images for years in Marble stay Our Images in Hearts scarce last a day Val. A. Well Cassius though you soft and frail appear Cassius is hardy valiant and sincere Calm to a Friend a tempest to a Foe With his hand active though in speech he 's slow He fights as if he had a thousand Lives But for preferment modestly he strives In Court he yields in danger leads the way Wins yet can scarce be said to gain the day Of speech he 's sparing lib'ral of his bloud To all but to himself he 's just and good Ca. Ch. This from your Lordship I am over-paid For all I 've done Val. A. No there are great Arrears Due to thy Fortune and thy Honour both Injur'd by Caesar Ca. Ch. I am wounded by him In a more tender part my Conscience He often forces me to ruine those Whom I am bound in conscience to defend The fortunes nay the flesh I 'm forc'd to rend Of those who have no faults but Wealth or Power And thus my self I torture ev'ry hour For all the miseries I impose I feel And my heart bleeds when guiltless blood I spill Because I faintly act this cruel part Caesar is pleas'd to say I want a Heart And has my tenderness in great disdain He thinks I 'm not a Man because Humane Val. A. Nay Caesar counts humanity a crime Well Cassius you may have redress in time Several go over the Stage carrying Robes and Crowns Behold a foolish ostentatious shew Of Robes and Crowns won in the German War Not by the Valour of the Emperor He never stoops in Person to subdue He fights by Proxy as great Princes wooe He dares not look on War a while ago He march'd to'ards War and made a noise and shew Which through the German Woods a horror spread The hasty Rhine to Sea more swiftly fled He had two Armies Ca. Ch. No my Lord but one Val. A. Yes Cassius I lead gallant Men and Caesar A flying Camp of ranting Concubines Who flam'd and gave a lustre to the day No Meteors were so bright or hot as they Cass Ch. Ay but my Lord these falling Stars 't is known Though bright aloft are Jellies when they 're down Val. A. That you have often found now what became Of this Bravado and attempt on Fame It dwindled to a Farce and foolish Scene For his Light-Horse light Concubines I mean With Caesar in their head began to fly On the first News the enemy drew nigh To look on a brave Foe they durst not stay The German Trumpets blew 'em all away An. M. They have some wounds I 'm told Val. A. In Fame they have And scratches which the Quick-set Hedges gave Caesar is often prancing on the Road. To War but long e'r danger is abroad Like a hot early Spring he oft sets forth Not to enrich adorn but blast the Earth Whilst sweet young Beauties in their lovely May Like blossoms round him blow but far more gay And when approaching dangers rudely threat The splendid Prince he and his buds retreat He wisely keeps in War a Regal State Makes danger from himself at distance wait But with stiff pride enters an empty Town His Troops have won and assumes their renown Ca. Ch. Second-hand Glory appears somewhat bear Val. A. Second-hand Cloaths he may as proudly wear With all their Lawrels then a Prince is crown'd Who ne'r saw fight nor felt a noble wound Wounds he has had but they were all behind For yet his face danger cou'd never find But he 'll triumph in Person o'r the bold For Victories he never durst behold Now in triumphal pomp he enters Rome Leading those chain'd he durst not overcome And now who dares but in a look betray The least contempt of this illustrious day Sacred to th' honour of th' Imperial Sword And the vast pride of our vain-glorious Lord An. M. You of his pride and vanity complain Oh! wou'd to heaven he were only vain But he has Vices I abhor to name They cover me with everlasting shame His Sisters were all wonderfully fair Part of that beauty I desir'd to share The youngest then seem'd to have ev'ry grace Her beauty gave a lustre to her race I humbly begg'd his leave for an address And angry Heaven curs'd me with success I got his Sister and let that suffice To express