Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 22 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 0.72 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
It made the Consuls Run on their swords to see't. The brave Patricians Fled with their spoiled faces, arrows sticking As shot from heaven at them. 'twas the charge That Caesar gave against them. Come, away, Leave all, and wonder at this fatal day. Pursue, pursue; the gods foreshowed their powers, Which we gave issue, and the day is ours. Crassineus? O look up: he does, and shows Death in his broken eyes; which Caesar's hands Shall do the honour of eternal closure. Too well thou keptst thy word, that thou this day Wouldst do me service to our victory. Which in thy life or death I should behold, And praise thee for; I do, and must admire Thy matchless valour; ever ever rest Thy manly lineaments, which in a tomb Erected to thy noble name and virtues, I'll curiously preserve with balms, and spices, In eminent place of these Pharsalian fields, Inscribed with this true soul of funeral, Crassineus fought for fame, and died for Rome, Whose public weal springs from this private tomb. Thus have the gods their justice, men their wills, And I, by men's wills ruled; myself renouncing, Am by my Angel and the gods abhorred; Who drew me, like a vapour, up to heaven To dash me like a tempest 'gainst the earth: O the deserved terrors that attend On humane confidence! had ever men Such outrage of presumption to be victors Before they armed? To send to Rome before For houses near the market place, their tents Strewed all with flowers, and nosegays; tables covered With cups and banquets; bays and myrtle garlands, As ready to do sacrifice for conquest Rather than arm them for fit fight t'enforce it; Which when I saw, I knew as well th'event As now I feel it, and because I raged In that presage, my Genius showing me clearly (As in a mirror) all this cursed issue; And therefore urged all means to put it off For this day, or from these fields to some other, Or from this ominous confidence, till I saw Their spirits settled in some graver knowledge Of what belonged to such a dear decision; They spotted me with fear, with love of glory, To keep in my command so many Kings, So great an army; all the hellish blastings That could be breathed on me, to strike me blind Of honour, spirit and soul: And should I then Save them that would in spite of heaven be ruined? And, in their safeties ruin me and mine In everlasting rage of their detraction. Your safety and own honour did deserve Respect past all their values; O my Lord Would you? Upbraid me not; go to, go on. No; I'll not rub the wound. The misery is, The gods for any error in a man (Which they might rectify, and should; because That man maintained the right) should suffer wrong To be thus insolent, thus graced, thus blessed?
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It made the Conſuls Run on their ſwords to ſee't. The braue Patricians Fled with their ſpoyled faces, arrowes ſticking As ſhot from heauen at them. Twas the charge That Caeſar gaue againſt them. Come, away, Leaue all, and wonder at this fatall day. Purſue, purſue; the gods foreſhew'd their powers, Which we gaue iſſue, and the day is ours. Craſſineus? O looke vp: he does, and ſhewes Death in his broken eyes; which Caeſars hands Shall doe the honor of eternall cloſure. Too well thou keptſt thy word, that thou this day Wouldſt doe me ſeruice to our victory. Which in thy life or death I ſhould behold, And praiſe thee for; I doe, and muſt admire Thy matchles valour; euer euer reſt Thy manly lineaments, which in a tombe Erected to thy noble name and virtues, Ile curioſly preſerue with balmes, and ſpices, In eminent place of theſe Pharſalian fields, Inſcrib'd with this true ſoule of funerall, Craſſineus fought for fame, and died for Rome, Whoſe publique weale ſprings from this priuate tombe. Thus haue the gods their iuſtice, men their wils, And I, by mens wils rulde; my ſelfe renouncing, Am by my Angell and the gods abhorr'd; Who drew me, like a vapour, vp to heauen To daſh me like a tempeſt 'gainſt the earth: O the deſerued terrors that attend On humane confidence! had euer men Such outrage of preſumption to be victors Before they arm'd? To ſend to Rome before For houſes neare the market place, their tents Strowd all with flowers, and noſegayes; tables couer'd With cups and banquets; bayes and mirtle garlands, As ready to doe ſacrifice for conqueſt Rather then arme them for fit fight t'enfore it; Which when I ſaw, I knew as well th'euent As now I feele it, and becauſe I rag'd In that preſage, my Genius ſhewing me clearely (As in a mirror) all this curſed iſſue; And therefore vrg'd all meanes to put it off For this day, or from theſe fields to ſome other, Or from this omnous confidence, till I ſaw Their ſpirits ſettl'd in ſome grauer knowledge Of what belong'd to ſuch a deare deciſion; They ſpotted me with feare, with loue of glory, To keepe in my command ſo many Kings, So great an army; all the helliſh blaſtings That could be breath'd on me, to ſtrike me blinde Of honor, ſpirit and ſoule: And ſhould I then Saue them that would in ſpight of heauen be ruinde? And, in their ſafeties ruine me and mine In euerlaſting rage of their detraction. Your ſafety and owne honor did deſerue Reſpect paſt all their values; O my Lord Would you? Vpbraid me not; goe to, goe on. No; Ile not rub the wound. The miſery is, The gods for any error in a man (Which they might rectify, and ſhould; becauſe That man maintain'd the right) ſhould ſuffer wrong To be thus inſolent, thus grac't, thus bleſt?