Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 20 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 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
'tis time, my Lord, you put in form your battle. Since we must fight then, and no offered peace Will take with Pompey: I rejoice to see This long-time looked for, and most happy day, In which we now shall fight, with men, not hunger, With toils, not sweats of blood through years extended, This one day serving to decide all jars Twixt me and Pompey. Hang out of my tent My crimson coat of arms, to give my soldiers That ever-sure sign of resolved-for fight. These hands shall give that sign to all their longings. My Lord, my army, I think best to order In three full Squadrons: of which let me pray yourself would take on you the left wings charge; myself will lead the right wing, and my place Of fight elect in my tenth legion: My battle by Domitius Calvinus Shall take direction. Hark, your soldiers' shout For joy to see your bloody Coat of Arms Assure their fight this morning. A blessed Even Bring on them worthy comforts. And ye gods Perform your good presages in events Of fit crown for our discipline, and deeds Wrought up by conquest; that my use of it May wipe the hateful and unworthy slain Of Tyrant from my Temples, and exchange it For fautor of my Country, ye have given That title to those poor and fearful souls That every sound puts up, in frights and cries; Even then, when all Rome's powers were weak and heartless, When traitorous fires, and fierce Barbarian swords, Rapines, and soul-expiring slaughters filled Her houses, Temples, all her air, and earth. To me then (whom your bounties have informed With such a spirit as despiseth fear; Commands in either fortune, knows, and arms Against the worst of fate; and therefore can Dispose blessed means, encouraged to the best) Much more vouchsafe that honour; chiefly now, When Rome wants only this day's conquest given me To make her happy, to confirm the brightness That yet she shines in over all the world; In Empire, riches, strife of all the Arts, In gifts of Cities, and of kingdoms sent her; In Crowns laid at her feet, in every grace That shores, and seas, floods, Islands, Continents, Groves, fields, hills, mines, and metals can produce; All which I (victor) will increase, I vow By all my good, acknowledged given by you. THe poison steeped in every vain of Empire, In all the world, meet now in only me, Thunder and lighten me to death; and make My senses feed the flame, my soul the crack. Was ever sovereign Captain of so many Armies and Nations, so oppressed as I, With one hosts headstrong outrage? urging fight, Yet fly about my camp in panic terrors; No reason under heaven suggesting cause. And what is this but even the gods deterring
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Tis time, my Lord, you put in forme your battell. Since we muſt fight then, and no offerd peace Will take with Pompey: I reioyce to ſee This long-time lookt for, and moſt happy day, In which we now ſhall fight, with men, not hunger, With toyles, not ſweats of blood through yeares extended, This one day ſeruing to decide all iarres Twixt me and Pompey. Hang out of my tent My Crimſine coat of armes, to giue my ſouldiers That euer-ſure ſigne of reſolu'd-for fight. Theſe hands ſhall giue that ſigne to all their longings. My Lord, my army, I thinke beſt to order In three full Squadrons: of which let me pray Your ſelfe would take on you the left wings charge; My ſelfe will lead the right wing, and my place Of fight elect in my tenth legion▪ My battell by Domitius Calvinus Shall take direction. Heark, your ſouldiers ſhoute For ioy to ſee your bloody Cote of Armes Aſſure their fight this morning. A bleſt Euen Bring on them worthy comforts. And ye gods Performe your good preſages in euents Of fit crowne for our diſcipline, and deeds Wrought vp by conqueſt; that my vſe of it May wipe the hatefull and vnworthy ſlaine Of Tyrant from my Temples, and exchange it For fautor of my Country, ye haue giuen That title to thoſe poore and fearefull ſowles That euery ſound puts vp, in frights and cryes; Euen then, when all Romes powers were weake and heartles, When traiterous fires, and fierce Barbarian ſwords, Rapines, and ſoule-expiring ſlaughters fild Her houſes, Temples, all her ayre, and earth. To me then (whom your bounties haue enform'd With ſuch a ſpirit as deſpiſeth feare; Commands in either fortune, knowes, and armes Againſt the worſt of fate; and therefore can Diſpoſe bleſt meanes, encourag'd to the beſt) Much more vouchſafe that honor; chiefely now, When Rome wants only this dayes conqueſt giuen me To make her happy, to confirme the brightneſſe That yet ſhe ſhines in ouer all the world; In Empire, riches, ſtrife of all the Arts, In gifts of Cities, and of kingdomes ſent her; In Crownes laid at her feet, in euery grace That ſhores, and ſeas, floods, Iſlands, Continents, Groues, fields, hills, mines, and metals can produce; All which I (victor) will encreaſe, I vow By all my good, acknowledg'd giuen by you. THe poyſon ſteep't in euery vaine of Empire, In all the world, meet now in onely me, Thunder and lighten me to death; and make My ſenſes feed the flame, my ſoule the crack. Was euer ſoueraigne Captaine of ſo many Armies and Nations, ſo oppreſt as I, With one hoſts headſtrong outrage? vrging fight, Yet fly about my campe in panick terrors; No reaſon vnder heauen ſuggeſting cauſe. And what is this but euen the gods deterring▪