Cornelia (Pompey the Great His Fair Cornelia's Tragedy) · chunk 23 of 31
Garnier, Robert / Kyd, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I fear not those that to their weapons fly, And keep their state in Spain, in Spain to die. Whom fear'st thou then Mark Anthony? The hateful crew, That wanting power in field to conquer you, Have in their coward souls devised snares To murder thee, and take thee at unwares. Will those conspire my death that live by me? In conquered foes what credit can there be? Besides their lives, I did their goods restore. O but their Countries good concerns them more. What, think they me to be their country's foe? No, but that thou usurpest the right they owe. To Rome have I submitted mighty things. Yet Rome endures not the command of Kings. Who dares to contradict our Emporie? Those whom thy rule hath robbed of liberty. I fear them not whose death is but deferred. I fear my foe until he be interred. A man may make his foe his friend you know. A man may easier make his friend his foe. Good deeds the cruelest heart to kindness bring, But resolution is a deadly thing. If Citizens my kindness have forgot, whom shall I then not fear? Those that are not. What, shall I slay them all that I suspect? Else cannot Caesar's Empery endure. Rather I will my life and all neglect. Nor labour I my vain life to assure. But so to die, as dying I may live, And leaving off this earthly Tomb of mine, Ascend to heaven upon my winged deeds. And shall I not have lived long enough That in so short a time am so much famed? Can I too-soon go taste Cocytus' flood? No Anthony, Death cannot injure us, ' For he lives long that dies victorious. Thy praises show thy life is long enough, But for thy friends and Country all too-short. Should Caesar live as long as Nestor did, Yet Rome may wish his life eternised. Heaven sets our time, with heaven may nought dispense. But we may shorten time with negligence. But Fortune and the heavens have care of us. Fortune is fickle, Heaven imperious. What shall I then do? As befits your state, Maintain a watchful guard about your gate. What more assurance may our state defend Then love of those that do on us attend? There is no hatred more if it be moved, Than theirs whom we offend, and once beloved. Better it is to die then be suspicious. 'tis wisdom yet not to be credulous. The quiet life that carelessly is led, Is not alonely happy in this world, But Death itself doth sometime pleasure us. That death that comes unsent for or unseen, And suddenly doth take us at unware, methinks is sweetest; And if heaven were pleased, I could desire that I might die so well. The fear of evil doth afflict us more, Than th'evil itself, though it be near so sore.
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I feare not those that to theyr weapons flye, And keepe theyr state in Spaine, in Spaine to die. VVhom fear'st thou then Mark Anthony? The hatefull crue, That wanting powre in fielde to conquer you, Haue in theyr coward soules deuised snares To murder thee, and take thee at vnwares. VVill those conspire my death that liue by mee? In conquered foes what credite can there be? Besides theyr liues, I did theyr goods restore. O but theyr Countries good concerns them more. What, thinke they mee to be their Countries foe? No, but that thou vsurp'st the right they owe. To Rome haue I submitted mighty things. Yet Rome endures not the commaund of Kings. Who dares to contradict our Emporie? Those whom thy rule hath rob'd of liberty. I feare them not whose death is but deferd. I feare my foe vntill he be interd. A man may make his foe his friend you know. A man may easier make his friend his foe. Good deeds the cruelst hart to kindnes bring, But resolution is a deadly thing. If Cittizens my kindnes haue forgot, whom shall I then not feare? Those that are not. What, shall I slay them all that I suspect? Els cannot Caesars Emporie endure. Rather I will my lyfe and all neglect. Nor labour I my vaine life to assure. But so to die, as dying I may liue, And leauing off this earthly Tombe of myne, Ascend to heauen vpon my winged deeds. And shall I not haue liued long enough That in so short a time am so much fam'd? Can I too-soone goe taste Cocytus flood? No Anthony, Death cannot iniure vs, 'For he liues long that dyes victorious. Thy prayses show thy life is long enough, But for thy friends and Country all too-short. Should Caesar lyue as long as Nestor dyd, Yet Rome may wish his life eternized. Heauen sets our time, with heauen may nought dispence. But we may shorten time with negligence. But Fortune and the heauens haue care of vs. Fortune is fickle, Heauen imperious. VVhat shall I then doe? As befits your state, Maintaine a watchfull guard about your gate. VVhat more assurance may our state defend Then loue of those that doe on vs attend? There is no hatred more if it be mou'd, Then theirs whom we offend, and once belou'd. Better it is to die then be suspitious. T'is wisdom yet not to be credulous. The quiet life that carelesly is ledd, Is not alonely happy in this world, But Death it selfe doth sometime pleasure vs. That death that comes vnsent for or vnseene, And suddainly doth take vs at vnware, Mee thinks is sweetest; And if heauen were pleas'd, I could desire that I might die so well. The feare of euill doth afflict vs more, Then th'euill it selfe, though it be nere so sore.