Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 24 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
however many; gods and men can witness Themselves enforced it, much against the most I could enforce on Pompey for our peace. Of all slain, yet, if Brutus only lived, I should be comforted, for his life saved Would weigh the whole six thousand that are lost. But much I fear his death, because the battle Full stricken now, he yet abides unfound. I saw him fighting near the battles end, But suddenly give off, as bent to fly. He comes here, see Sir. I submit to Caesar My life and fortunes. A more welcome fortune Is Brutus, than my conquest. Sir, I fought Against your conquest, and yourself; and merit (I must acknowledge) a much sterner welcome. You fought with me, Sir, for I know your arms Were taken for your Country, not for Pompey: And for my Country I fought, nothing less Than he, or both the mighty-stomached Consuls; Both whom (I hear) have slain themselves before They would enjoy life in the good of Caesar. But I am nothing worse, how ill soever They, and the great authority of Rome Would fain enforce me by their mere suspicions. Loved they their Country better than her Brutus? Or knew what fitted noblesse, and a Roman With freer souls than Brutus. Those that live Shall see in Caesar's justice. and whatever Might make me worthy both their lives and loves, That I have lost the one without my merit, And they the other with no Roman spirit. Are you impaired to live, and joy my love? Only requite me, Brutus, love but Caesar, And be in all the powers of Caesar, Caesar. In which free wish, I join your father Cato; For whom I'll haste to Utica, and pray His love may strengthen my success today. To what use take you that (my Lord?) Take you No note that I take it, nor let any servant, Besides yourself, of all my father's nearest, Serve any mood he serves, with any knowledge Of this or any other, Caesar comes And gives his army wings to reach this town. Not for the town's sake, but to save my father. Whom justly he suspects to be resolved Of any violence to his life, before He will preserve it by a tyrant's favour. For Pompey hath miscarried, and is fled. Be true to me, and to my father's life; And do not tell him; nor his fury serve With any other. I will die, my Lord, Ere I observe it. O my Lord and father. What fears fly here on all sides? what wild looks Are squinted at me from men's mere suspicions That I am wild myself, and would enforce What will be taken from me by the Tyrant. No: Would you only ask life, he would think His own life given more strength in giving yours I ask my life of him? Ask what's his own? Of him he scorns should have the least drop in it At his disposure.
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How euer many; gods and men can witneſſe Themſelues enforc't it, much againſt the moſt I could enforce on Pompey for our peace. Of all ſlaine, yet, if Brutus only liu'd, I ſhould be comforted, for his life ſau'd Would weigh the whole ſix thouſand that are loſt. But much I feare his death, becauſe the battell Full ſtricken now, he yet abides vnfound. I ſaw him fighting neare the battels end, But ſuddainly giue off, as bent to fly. He comes here, ſee Sir. I ſubmit to Caeſar My life and fortunes. A more welcome fortune Is Brutus, then my conqueſt. Sir, I fought Againſt your conqueſt, and your ſelfe; and merit (I muſt acknowledge) a much ſterner welcome. You fought with me, Sir, for I know your armes Were taken for your Country, not for Pompey: And for my Country I fought, nothing leſſe Then he, or both the mighty-ſtomakt Conſuls; Both whom (I heare) haue ſlaine themſelues before They would enioy life in the good of Caeſar. But I am nothing worſe, how ill ſoeuer They, and the great authority of Rome Would faine enforce me by their mere ſuſpitions. Lou'd they their Country better then her Brutus? Or knew what fitted nobleſſe, and a Romane With freer ſoules then Brutus. Thoſe that liue Shall ſee in Caeſars iuſtice. and what euer Might make me worthy both their liues and loues, That I haue loſt the one without my merit, And they the other with no Roman ſpirit. Are you empair'd to liue, and ioy my loue? Only requite me, Brutus, loue but Caeſar, And be in all the powers of Caeſar, Caeſar. In which free wiſh, I ioyne your father Cato; For whom Ile haſte to Vtica, and pray His loue may ſtrengthen my ſucceſſe to day. To what vſe take you that (my Lord?) Take you No note that I take it, nor let any ſeruant, Beſides your ſelfe, of all my fathers neareſt, Serue any mood he ſerues, with any knowledge Of this or any other, Caeſar comes And giues his army wings to reach this towne. Not for the townes ſake, but to ſaue my father. Whom iuſtly he ſuſpects to be reſolu'd Of any violence to his life, before He will preſerue it by a Tyrants fauour. For Pompey hath miſcaried, and is fled. Be true to me, and to my fathers life; And doe not tell him; nor his fury ſerue With any other. I will dye, my Lord, Ere I obſerue it. O my Lord and father. What feares fly here on all ſides? what wilde lookes Are ſquinted at me from mens mere ſuſpicions That I am wilde my ſelfe, and would enforce What will be taken from me by the Tyrant. No: Would you only aske life, he would thinke His owne life giuen more ſtrength in giuing yours I aske my life of him? Aske what's his owne? Of him he ſcornes ſhould haue the leaſt drop in it At his diſpoſure.