Cornelia (Pompey the Great His Fair Cornelia's Tragedy) · chunk 6 of 31
Garnier, Robert / Kyd, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
T'attend thy mercy in this mournful state? Alas and herewithal, what holp it thee, That even in all the corners of the earth, Thy wandering glory, was so greatly known? And that Rome saw thee while thou triumphedst thrice o'er three parts of the world that thou hadst yoked? That Neptune weltering on the windy plains, Escaped not free fro thy victorious hands? Since thy hard hap, since thy fierce destiny, (Envious of all thine honours) gave thee me. y whom the former course of thy faire deeds, Might (with a biting bridle) be restrained; By whom the glory of thy conquests got, Might die disgraced with mine unhappiness. O hapless wife, thus ominous to all, Worse than Megaera, worse than any plague. What foul infernal, or what stranger hell, Henceforth wilt thou inhabit, where thy hap, None other's hopes, with mischief may entrap. What end (O race of Scipio,) will the Fates Afford your tears? Will that day never come That your disastrous griefs shall turn to joy, And we have time to bury our annoy? ne'er shall I see that day, for Heaven and Time, Have failed in power to calm my passion. Nor can they (should they pity my complaints) Once ease my life, but with the pangs of death. " The wide world's accidents are apt to change. And tickle Fortune stays not in a place. " But (like the Clouds) continually doth range, Or like the Sun that hath the Night in chase. " Then as the Heavens (by whom our hopes are guided) Do coast the Earth with an eternal course, " We must not think a misery betided, Will never cease, but still grow worse and worse. " When icy Winter's past, then comes the spring, Whom summers pride (with sultry heat) pursues; " To whom mild Autumn doth earth's treasure bring, The sweetest season that the wise can choose. " heavens influence was near so constant yet, In good or bad as to continue it. When I was young, I saw against poor Sulla, Proud Cynna, Marius, and Carbo fleshed, So long, till they 'gan tyrannize the Town, And spilled such store of blood in every street, As there were none but deadmen to be seen. Within a while, I saw how Fortune played, And wound those Tyrants underneath her wheel, Who lost their lives, and power at once by one, That (to revenge himself) did (with his blade) Commit more murder than Rome ever made. Yet Sulla, shaking tyranny aside, Returned due honours to our Commonwealth, Which peaceably retained her ancient state, Grown great without the strife of Citizens. Till this ambitious tyrant's time, that toiled To stoop the world, and Rome to his desires. But flattering Chance that trained his first designs, May change her looks, and give the Tyrant over, Leaving our City, where so long ago, Heavens did their favours lavishly bestow.
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T'attend thy mercy in this morneful state? las and here-withall, what holpe it thee, That euen in all the corners of the earth, Thy wandring glory, was so greatly knowne? And that Rome saw thee while thou tryumph'dst thrice O're three parts of the world that thou hadst yok'd? That Neptune weltring on the windie playnes, Escapt not free fro thy victorious hands? Since thy hard hap, since thy fierce destinie, (Enuious of all thine honors) gaue thee mee. y whom the former course of thy faire deeds, Might (with a byting brydle) bee restraind; By whom the glorie of thy conquests got, Might die disgrac'd with mine vnhappines. O haples wife, thus ominous to all, Worse then Megera, worse then any plague. What foule infernall, or what stranger hell, Hence-forth wilt thou inhabite, where thy hap, None others hopes, with mischiefe may entrap. What end (O race of Scipio,) will the Fates Afford your teares? Will that day neuer come That your desastrous griefes shall turne to ioy, And we haue time to burie our annoy? Ne're shall I see that day, for Heauen and Time, Haue faild in power to calme my passion. Nor can they (should they pittie my complaints) Once ease my life, but with the pangs of death. "The wide worlds accidents are apt to change. "And tickle Fortune staies not in a place. "But (like the Clowdes) continuallie doth range, "Or like the Sunne that hath the Night in chace. "Then as the Heauens (by whom our hopes are guided) "Doe coast the Earth with an eternall course, "We must not thinke a miserie betided, "Will neuer cease, but still grow worse and worse. "When Isie Winter's past, then comes the spring, "Whom Sommers pride (with sultrie heate) pursues; "To whom mylde Autumne doth earths treasure bring, "The sweetest season that the wise can chuse. "Heauens influence was nere so constant yet, "In good or bad as to continue it. When I was young, I saw against poore Sylla, Proud Cynna, Marius, and Carbo flesh'd, So long, till they gan tiranize the Towne, And spilt such store of blood in euery street, As there were none but dead-men to be seene. Within a while, I saw how Fortune plaid, And wound those Tyrants vnderneath her wheele, Who lost theyr liues, and power at once by one, That (to reuenge himselfe) did (with his blade) Commit more murther then Rome euer made. Yet Sylla, shaking tyrannie aside, Return'd due honors to our Common-wealth, Which peaceably retain'd her auncient state, Growne great without the strife of Cittizens. Till thys ambitious Tyrants time, that toyld To stoope the world, and Rome to his desires. But flattring Chaunce that trayn'd his first designes, May change her lookes, and giue the Tyrant ouer, Leauing our Cittie, where so long agoe, Heauens did theyr fauors lauishly bestow.