Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 1 of 34
Chapman, George · published 1631 · first performed or written 1605 [1602-1605; Act 2, sc. 1 written 1610-1611(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted (?) · Blackfriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
NOw will the two Suns of our Roman Heaven (Pompey & Caesar) in their tropic burning, With their contention, all the clouds assemble That threaten tempests to our peace & Empire, Which we shall shortly see pour down in blood, Civil and natural, wild and barbarous turning. From whence presage you this? From both their Armies, Now gathered near our Italie, contending To enter severally: Pompey's brought so near By Rome's consent; for fear of tyrannous Caesar, Which Caesar fearing to be done in favour Of Pompey, and his passage to the Empire, Hath brought on his for intervention. And such a flock of Puttocks follow Caesar, For fall of his ill-disposed Purse (That never yet spared Cross to Aquiline virtue) As well may make all civil spirits suspicious. Look how against great rains, a standing Pool Of Paddocks, Toads, and water-Snakes put up Their speckled throats above the venomous Lake, Croaking and gasping for some fresh fall'n drops To quench their poisoned thirst; being near to stifle With clottered purgings of their own foul bane; So still, where Caesar goes, there thrust up head, Impostors, Flatterers, Favourites, and Bawds, buffoons, Intelligencers, select wits; Close Murderers, mountebanks, and decayed Thieves, To gain their baneful lives reliefs from him. From Britain, Belgia, France, and Germanie, The scum of either Country, (choosed by him, To be his black Guard, and red Agents here) Swarming about him. And all these are said To be suborned, in chief, against yourself; Since Caesar chiefly fears, that you will sit This day his opposite; in the cause for which Both you were sent for home; and he hath stolen Access so soon here; Pompey: whole rest raised To his encounter; and on both sides, Rome In general uproar. Which Sir, if you saw, And knew, how for the danger, all suspect To this your worthiest friend (for that known freedom His spirit will use this day, 'gainst both the Rivals, His wife and family mourn, no food, no comfort Allowed them, for his danger) you would use Your utmost powers to stay him from the Senate, All this day's Session. he's too wise, Statilius, For all is nothing. Nothing Sir? I saw Castor and Pollux Temple, thrust up full, With all the damned crew you have lately named: The market place and suburbs swarming with them: And where the Senate sit, are Ruffians pointed To keep from entering the degrees that go Up to the Bench; all other but the Consuls, Caesar and Pompey, and the Senators, And all for no cause, but to keep out Cato, With any violence, any villainy; And is this nothing Sir? Is his One life, On whom all good lives, and their goods depend, In Rome's whole Empire! All the justice there That's free, and simple; all such virtues too, And all such knowledge; Nothing, nothing, all?
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NOw will the two Suns of our Romane Heauen (Pompey & Caeſar) in their Tropicke burning, With their contention, all the clouds aſſemble That threaten tempeſts to our peace & Empire, Which we ſhall ſhortly ſee poure down in bloud, Ciuill and naturall, wilde and barbarous turning. From whence preſage you this? From both their Armies, Now gathered neere our Italie, contending To enter ſeuerally: Pompeys brought ſo neere By Romes conſent; for feare of tyranous Caeſar, Which Caeſar fearing to be done in fauour Of Pompey, and his paſſage to the Empire, Hath brought on his for interuention. And ſuch a flocke of Puttocks follow Caeſar, For fall of his ill-diſpoſed Purſe (That neuer yet ſpar'd Croſſe to Aquiline vertue) As well may make all ciuill ſpirits ſuſpicious. Looke how againſt great raines, a ſtanding Poole Of Paddockes, Todes, and water-Snakes put vp Their ſpeckl'd throates aboue the venemous Lake, Croking and gaſping for ſome freſh falne drops To quench their poiſond thirſt; being neere to ſtifle With clotterd purgings of their owne foule bane; So ſtill, where Caeſar goes, there thruſt vp head, Impoſtors, Flatterers, Fauorites, and Bawdes, Buffons, Intelligencers, ſelect wits; Cloſe Murtherers, Montibanckes, and decaied Theeues, To gaine their banefull liues reliefes from him. From Britaine, Belgia, France, and Germanie, The ſcum of either Countrie, (chus'd by him, To be his blacke Guard, and red Agents here) Swarming about him. And all theſe are ſaid To be ſuborn'd, in chiefe, againſt your ſelfe; Since Caeſar chiefly feares, that you will ſit This day his oppoſite; in the cauſe for which Both you were ſent for home; and he hath ſtolne Acceſſe ſo ſoone here; Pompey whole reſt raiſde To his encounter; and on both ſides, Rome In generall vproare. Which Sir, if you ſaw, And knew, how for the danger, all ſuſpect To this your worthieſt friend (for that knowne freedome His ſpirit will vſe this day, 'gainſt both the Riuals, His wife and familie mourne, no food, no comfort Allowd them, for his danger) you would vſe Your vtmoſt powrs to ſtay him from the Senate, All this daies Seſſion. Hee's too wiſe, Statilius, For all is nothing. Nothing Sir? I ſaw Caſtor and Pollux Temple, thruſt vp full, With all the damn'd crew you haue lately nam'd▪ The market place and ſuburbs ſwarming with them: And where the Senate ſit, are Ruffians pointed To keepe from entring the degrees that goe Vp to the Bench; all other but the Conſuls, Caeſar and Pompey, and the Senators, And all for no cauſe, but to keepe out Cato, With any violence, any villanie; And is this nothing Sir? Is his One life, On whom all good liues, and their goods depend, In Romes whole Empire! All the Iuſtice there That's free, and ſimple; all ſuch virtues too, And all ſuch knowledge; Nothing, nothing, all?