Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 19 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 0.73 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
That even the spirit Of heaven's pure flame flew down and ravished up Your offerings blaze in that religious instant, Which shows th'alacrity and cheerful virtue Of heaven's free bounty, doing good in time, And with what swiftness true devotions climb. The gods be honoured. O behold with wonder, The sacred blaze is like a torch enlightened, Directly burning just above your camp! Miraculous. Believe it, with all thanks: The Roman Genius is altered now, And arms for Caesar. Soothsayer be for ever Reverenced of Caesar. O Marc Anthony, I thought to raise my camp, and all my tents, Took down for swift remotion to Scotussa. Shall now our purpose hold? Against the gods? They grace in th'instant, and in th'instant we Must add our parts, and be in th'use as free. See Sir, the scouts return. What news, my friends? Arm, arm, my Lord; the vanguard of the foe Is ranged already: Answer them, and arm: You cannot set your rest of battle up In happier hour; for I this night beheld A strange confusion in your enemy's camp, The soldiers taking arms in all dismay, And hurling them again as fast to earth. Every way routing; as th'alarm were then Given to their army. A most causeless fear Dispersed quite through them. Then 'twas Ioue himself That with his secret finger stirred in them. Other presages of success (my Lord) Have strangely happened in th'adjacent Cities, To this your army: for in Tralleis, Within a Temple, built to Victory, There stands a statue of your form and name, Near whose firm base, even from the marble pavement, There sprang a Palm tree up, in this last night, That seems to crown your statue with his boughs, Spread in wrapped shadows round about your brows. The sign, Crassinius, is most strange and graceful, Nor could get issue, but by power divine; Yet will not that, nor all abodes beside (Of never such kind promise of success) Perform it without tough acts of our own. No care, no nerve the less to be employed; No offering to the gods, no vows, no prayers: Secure and idle spirits never thrive When most the gods for their advancements strive. And therefore tell me what abodes thou buildest on In an spirit to act, inflamed in thee, Or in our Soldiers seen resolved addresses? Great and fiery virtue. And this day Be sure (great Caesar) of effects as great In absolute conquest; to which are prepared Enforcements resolute, from this armed hand, Which thou shalt praise me for alive or dead. Alive (ye gods vouchsafe) and my true vows For life in him (great heaven) for all my foes (Being natural Romans) so far jointly hear As may not hurt our Conquest; as with fear Which thou already strangely hast diffused Through all their army; which extend to flight Without one bloody stroke of force and fight.
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That euen the ſpirit Of heauens pure flame flew downe and rauiſht vp Your offerings blaze in that religious inſtant, Which ſhewes th'alacritie and cheerefull virtue Of heauens free bounty, doing good in time, And with what ſwiftneſſe true deuotions clime. The gods be honor'd. O behold with wonder, The ſacred blaze is like a torch enlightned, Directly burning iuſt aboue your campe! Miraculous. Beleeue it, with all thanks: The Romane Genius is alterd now, And armes for Caeſar. Soothſayer be for euer Reuerenc't of Caeſar. O Marc Anthony, I thought to raiſe my camp, and all my tents, Tooke downe for ſwift remotion to Scotuſſa. Shall now our purpoſe hold▪ Againſt the gods? They grace in th'inſtant, and in th'inſtant we Muſt adde our parts, and be in th'vſe as free. See Sir, the ſcouts returne. What newes, my friends? Arme, arme, my Lord; the ward of the foe Is rang'd already: Anſwer them, and arme: You cannot ſet your reſt of battell vp In happyer houre; for I this night beheld A ſtrange confuſion in your enemies campe, The ſouldiers taking armes in all diſmay, And hurling them againe as faſt to earth. Euery way routing; as th'alarme were then Giuen to their army. A moſt cauſeleſſe feare Diſperſt quite through them. Then twas Ioue himſelfe That with his ſecret finger ſtirr'd in them. Other preſages of ſucceſſe (my Lord) Haue ſtrangely hapn'd in th'adiacent Cities, To this your army: for in Tralleis, Within a Temple, built to Victory, There ſtands a ſtatue of your forme and name, Neare whoſe firme baſe, euen from the marble pauement, There ſprang a Palme tree vp, in this laſt night, That ſeemes to crowne your ſtatue with his boughs, Spred in wrapt ſhadowes round about your browes. The ſigne, Craſſinius, is moſt ſtrange and gracefull, Nor could get iſſue, but by power diuine; Yet will not that, nor all abodes beſides (Of neuer ſuch kinde promiſe of ſucceſſe) Performe it without tough acts of our owne. No care, no nerue the leſſe to be emploid; No offering to the gods, no vowes, no prayers: Secure and idle ſpirits neuer thriue When moſt the gods for their aduancements ſtriue. And therefore tell me what abodes thou buildſt on In an ſpirit to act, enflam'd in thee, Or in our Souldiers ſeene reſolu'd addreſſes? Great and firy virtue. And this day Be ſure (great Caeſar) of effects as great In abſolute conqueſt; to which are prepar'd Enforcements reſolute, from this arm'd hand, Which thou ſhalt praiſe me for aliue or dead. Aliue (ye gods vouchſafe) and my true vowes For life in him (great heauen) for all my foes (Being naturall Romans) ſo farre ioyntly heare As may not hurt our Conqueſt; as with feare Which thou already ſtrangely haſt diffuſde Through all their army; which extend to flight Without one bloody ſtroke of force and fight.