Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 14 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 T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Your pass (my truest friend, and worthy Father) May all good powers make safe, and always answer Your infinite merits, with their like protection. In which, I make no doubt but we shall meet With mutual greetings, or for absolute conquest Or peace preventing that our bloody stroke, Nor let our parting be dishonoured so, As not to take into our noblest notice yourself (most learned and admired Father) Whose merits, if I live, shall lack no honour. Porcius, Statilius, though your spirits with mine Would highly cheer me, yet ye shall bestow them In much more worthy conduct; but love me, And wish me conquest, for your country's sake. Our lives shall seal our loves, Sir, with worst deaths Adventured in your service. Y'are my friends. These friends thus gone, 'tis more than time we minded Our lost friend Vibius. You can want no friends, See, our two Consuls, Sir, betwixt them bringing The worthy Brutus. We attend (my Lord) With no mean friend, to spirit your next encounter, Six thousand of our choice Patrician youths Brought in his conduct. And though never yet He hath saluted you with any word Or look of slenderest love in his whole life, Since that long time since, of his father's death By your hand authored; yet see, at your need He comes to serve you freely for his Country. His friendly presence, making up a third With both your persons, I as gladly welcome, As if Iones triple flame had guilt this field, And lightened on my right hand, from his shield. I well assure myself, Sir, that no thought In your ingenious construction, touches At the aspersion that my tendred service Proceeds from my despair of elsewhere safety But that my country's safety owning justly My whole liabilities of life and fortunes, And you the ablest fautor of her safety, Her love, and (for your love of her) your own Only makes sacred to your use my offering. Far fly all other thought from my construction, And due acceptance of the liberal honour, Your love hath done me, which the gods are witness, I take as stirred up in you by their favours, Nor less esteem it then an offering holy; Since, as of all things, man is said the measure, So your full merits measure forth a man. See yet, my Lord, more friends. Five Kings, your servants. Conquest and all grace crown the gracious Pompey, To serve whom in the sacred Roman safety, myself, Iberia's King, present my forces. And I that hold the tributary Throne Of Grecian Thessaly, submit my homage, To Rome, and Pompey. So Cilicia too. And so Epirus. Lastly I from Thrace Present the duties of my power and service.
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Your paſſe (my trueſt friend, and worthy Father) May all good powers make ſae, and alwayes anſwer Your infinite merits, with their like protection. In which, I make no doubt but we ſhall meet With mutuall greetings, or for abſolute conqueſt Or peace preuenting that our bloody ſtroke, Nor let our parting be diſhonor'd ſo, As not to take into our nobleſt notice Your ſelfe (moſt learned and admired Father) Whoſe merits, if I liue, ſhall lack no honor. Porcius, Statilius, though your ſpirits with mine Would highly chere me, yet ye ſhall beſtow them In much more worthy conduct; but loue me, And wiſh me conqueſt, for your Countreys ſake. Our liues ſhall ſeale our loues, Sir, with worſt death▪ Aduentur'd in your ſeruice. Y'are my friends. Theſe friends thus gone, tis more then time we minded Our loſt friend Vibius. You can want no friends, See, our two Conſuls, Sir, betwixt them bringing The worthy Brutus. We attend (my Lord) With no meane friend, to ſpirit your next encounter, Six thouſand of our choice Patrician youths Brought in his conduct. And though neuer yet▪ He hath ſaluted you with any word Or looke of ſlendreſt loue in his whole life, Since that long time ſince, of his fathers death By your hand authord; yet ſee, at your need He comes to ſerue you freely for his Country. His friendly preſence, making vp a third With both your perſons, I as gladly welcome, As if Iones triple flame had guilt this field, And lightn'd on my right hand, from his ſhield. I well aſſure my ſelfe, Sir, that no thought In yur ingenious conſtruction, touches At the aſperſion that my tendred ſeruice Proceeds from my deſpaire of elſewhere ſafety But that my Countreys ſafety owning iuſtly My whole liabilities of life and fortunes, And you the ableſt fautor of her ſafty, Her loue, and (for your loue of her) your owne Only makes ſacred to your vſe my offering. Farre fly all other thought from my conſtruction, And due acceptance of the liberall honor, Your loue hath done me, which the gods are witneſſe, I take as ſtirr'd vp in you by their fauours, Nor leſſe eſteeme it then an offering holy; Since, as of all things, man is ſaid the meaſure, So your full merits meaſure forth a man. See yet, my Lord, more friends. Fiue Kings, your ſeruants. Conqueſt and all grace crowne the gracious Pompey, To ſerue whom in the ſacred Romane ſafety, My ſelfe, Iberias King, preſent my forces. And I that hold the tributary Throne Of Grecian Theſſaly, ſubmit my homage, To Rome, and Pompey. So Cilicia too. And ſo Epirus. Laſtly I from Thrace Preſent the duties of my power and ſeruice.