Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 11 of 34
Chapman, George · published 1631 · first performed or written 1605 [1602-1605; Act 2, sc. 1 written 1610-1611(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted (?) · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 511 words
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How shall we rise (my Lord) but all in uproars, Being still pursued? The pursuit stays, my Lord, Pompey hath sounded a retreat, resigning His time to you to use, in instant raising Your ill-lodged army, pitching now where fortune May good amends make for her fault today. It was not fortune's fault, but mine Acilius, To give my foe charge, being so near the sea, Where well I knew the eminence of his strength, And should have driven th'encounter further off; Bearing before me such a goodly Country, So plentiful, and rich, in all things fit To have supplied my armies want with victuals, And th'able Cities too, to strengthen it, Of Macedon and Thessaly, where now I rather was besieged for want of food, Then did assault with fighting force of arms. See, Sir, here's one friend of your foes recovered. Vibius? In happy hour. For me unhappy. What? brought against your will? Else had not come. Sir, he's your prisoner, but had made you his, Had all the rest pursued the chase like him; He drove on like a fury; past all friends, But we that took him quick in his engagement. O Vibius, you deserve to pay a ransom Of infinite rate, for had your General joined In your addression, or known how to conquer; This day had proved him the supreme of Caesar. Known how to conquer? His five hundred Conquests Achieved ere this day, make that doubt unfit For him that flies him; for, of issues doubtful Who can at all times put on for the best? If I were mad, must he his army venture In my engagement? Nor are Generals ever Their powers disposers, by their proper Angels, But trust against them, oftentimes, their Counsels, Wherein, I doubt not, Caesar's self hath erred Sometimes, as well as Pompey. Or done worse, In disobeying my Counsel (Vibius) Of which, this days abused light is witness; By which I might have seen a course secure Of this discomfiture. Amends sits ever Above repentance, what's done, wish not undone; But that prepared patience that you know Best fits a soldier charged with hardest fortunes; Asks still your use, since powers still temperate kept open still the clearer eyes by one faults sight To place the next act, in the surer right. You prompt me nobly Sir, repairing in me Mine own stays practice, out of whose repose The strong convulsions of my spirits forced me Thus far beyond my temper; but good Vibius, Be ransomed with my love, and haste to Pompey, Entreating him from me, that we may meet, And for that reason which I know this day (Was given by Cato, for his pursuits stay Which was prevention of our Roman blood) Propose my offer of our hearty peace. That being reconciled, and mutual faith Given on our either part, not three days' light May further show us foes, but (both our armies Dispersed in Garrisons) we may return Within that time to Italy, such friends As in our Country's love, contain our spleens
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How ſhall we riſe (my Lord) but all in vproares, Being ſtill purſude? The purſuit ſtayes, my Lord, Pompey hath ſounded a retreat, reſigning His time to you to vſe, in inſtant rayſing Your ill-lodg'd army, pitching now where fortune May good amends make for her fault to day. It was not fortunes fault, but mine Acilius, To giue my foe charge, being ſo neare the ſea, Where well I knew the eminence of his ſtrength, And ſhould haue driuen th'encounter further off; Bearing before me ſuch a goodly Country, So plentifull, and rich, in all things fit To haue ſuppli'd my armies want with victuals, And th'able Cities too, to ſtrengthen it, Of Macedon and Theſſaly ▪ where now I rather was beſieg'd for want of food, Then did aſſault with fighting force of armes. See, Sir, here's one friend of your foes recouer'd. Vibius? In happy houre. For me vphappy. What? brought againſt your will? Elſe had not come. Sir, hee's your priſoner, but had made you his, Had all the reſt purſu'd the chace like him; He draue on like a fury; paſt all friends, But we that tooke him quick in his engagement. O Vibius, you deſerue to pay a ranſome Of infinite rate, for had your Generall ioyn'd In your addreſſion, or knowne how to conquer; This day had prou'd him the ſupreame of Caeſar. Knowne how to conquer? His fiue hundred Conqueſts Atchieu'd ere this day, make that doubt vnfit For him that flyes him; for, of iſſues doubtfull Who can at all times put on for the beſt? If I were mad, muſt hee his army venture In my engagement? Nor are Generalls euer Their powers diſpoſers, by their proper Angels, But truſt againſt them, oftentimes, their Counſailes, Wherein, I doubt not, Caeſars ſelfe hath err'd Sometimes, as well as Pompey. Or done worſe, In diſobeying my Counſaile (Vibius) Of which, this dayes abuſed light is witneſſe; By which I might haue ſeene a courſe ſecure Of this diſcomfiture. Amends ſits euer Aboue repentance, what's done, wiſh not vndone; But that prepared patience that you know Beſt fits a ſouldier charg'd with hardeſt fortunes; Asks ſtill your vſe, ſince powers ſtill temperate kept Ope ſtill the clearer eyes by one faults ſight To place the next act, in the ſurer right. You prompt me nobly Sir, repayring in me Mine owne ſtayes practice, out of whoſe repoſe The ſtrong convulſions of my ſpirits forc't me Thus farre beyond my temper; but good Vibius, Be ranſom'd with my loue, and haſte to Pompey, Entreating him from me, that we may meet, And for that reaſon which I know this day (Was giuen by Cato, for his purſutes ſtay Which was preuention of our Romane blood) Propoſe my offer of our hearty peace. That being reconcil'd, and mutuall faith Giuen on our either part, not three dayes light May further ſhew vs foes, but (both our armies Diſperſt in Gariſons) we may returne Within that time to Italy, ſuch friends As in our Countryes loue, containe our ſplenes