Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 27 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 T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Statilus, My reasons must not strengthen you in error, Nor learned Athenodorus gentle yielding. Talk with some other deep Philosophers. Or some divine Priest of the knowing gods, And hear their reasons; in mean time come sup. SO may my comforts for this good news thrive As I am thankful for them to the Gods. joys unexpected, and in desperate plight, Are still most sweet, and prove from whence they come; When earth's still moonlike confidence, in joy, Is at her full. True joy descending far From past her sphere, and from that highest heaven That moves and is not moved: how far was I From hope of these events, when fearful dreams Of Harpies tearing out my heart? of armies Terribly joining? Cities, kingdoms falling, And all on me? proved sleep, not twin to death, But to me, death itself? yet making then, These letters; full of as much cheerful life, I found closed in my hand. O gods how justly Ye laugh at all things earthly? at all fears That rise not from your judgements? at all joys, Not drawn directly from yourselves, and in ye, Distrust in man is faith, trust in him ruin. Why write great learned men? men merely rapt With sacred rage, of confidence, belief? Undaunted spirits? inexorable fate And all fear treading on? 'tis all but air, If any comfort be, 'tis in despair. You learned Ladies may hold any thing. Now madam is your walk from coach come near The promontory, where you late commanded A Sentinel should stand to see from thence If either with a navy, brought by sea, Or train by land; great Pompey comes to greet you As in your letters, he near this time promised. O may this Isle of Lesbos, compassed in With the Aegaean sea, that doth divide Europe from Asia. (The sweet literate world From the Barbarian) from my barbarous dreams Divide my dearest husband and his fortunes. He's busied now with ordering offices. By this time, madam, sits your honoured father In Caesar's chair of universal Bishop. Domitius Aenobarbas, is made Consul, Spinther his Consort; and Phaonius Tribune, or Praetor. These were only sought Before the battle, not obtained; nor moving My father but in shadows. Why should men Tempt fate with such firm confidence? seeking places Before the power that should dispose could grant them? For then the stroke of battle was not struck. Nay, that was sure enough. physicians know When sick men's eyes are broken, they must die. Your letters telling you his victory Lost in the skirmish, which I know hath broken Both the eyes and heart of Caesar: for as men Healthful through all their lives to greyhaired age, When sickness takes them once, they seldom scape: So Caesar victor in his general fights Till this late skirmish, could no adverse blow Sustain without his utter overthrow. See, madam, now; your Sentinel: inquire. Seest thou no fleet yet (Sentinel) nor train That may be thought great Pompey's?
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Statilus▪ My reaſons muſt not ſtrengthen you in error, Nor learn'd Athenodorus gentle yeelding. Talke with ſome other deepe Philoſophers. Or ſome diuine Prieſt of the knowing gods, And heare their reaſons; in meane time come ſup. SO may my comforts for this good newes thriue As I am thankfull for them to the Gods. Ioyes vnexpected, and in deſperate plight, Are ſtill moſt ſweet, and proue from whence they come; When earths ſtill Moonelike confidence, in ioy, Is at her full. True ioy deſcending farre From paſt her ſphere, and from that higheſt heauen That moues and is not mou'd: how farre was I From hope of theſe euents, when fearefull dreames Of Harpies tearing out my heart? of armies Terribly ioyning? Cities, kingdomes falling, And all on me? prou'd ſleepe, not twin to death, But to me, death it ſelfe? yet making then, Theſe letters; full of as much chearefull life, I found cloſde in my hand. O gods how iuſtly Ye laugh at all things earthly? at all feares That riſe not from your iudgements? at all ioyes, Not drawne directly from your ſelues, and in ye, Diſtruſt in man is faith, truſt in him ruine. Why write great learned men? men merely rapt With ſacred rage, of confidence, beleefe? Vndanted ſpirits? inexorable fate And all feare treading on? tis all but ayre, If any comfort be, tis in deſpaire. You learned Ladies may hold any thing. Now madam is your walk from coach come neare The promontory, where you late commanded A Sentinell ſhould ſtand to ſee from thence If either with a nauy, brought by ſea, Or traine by land; great Pompey comes to greet you As in your letters, he neare this time promiſde. O may this Iſle of Lesbos, compaſt in With the Aegaean ſea, that doth diuide Europe from Aſia. (The ſweet literate world From the Barbarian) from my barbarous dreames Diuide my deareſt husband and his fortunes. He's buſied now with ordering offices. By this time, madam, ſits your honor'd father In Caeſars chaire of vniuerſall Biſhop. Domitius Aenobarbas, is made Conſull, Spynther his Conſort; and Phaonius Tribune, or Pretor. Theſe were only ſought Before the battaile, not obtaind; nor mouing My father but in ſhadowes. Why ſhould men Tempt fate with ſuch firme confidence? ſeeking places Before the power that ſhould diſpoſe could grant them? For then the ſtroke of battaile was not ſtruck. Nay, that was ſure enough. Phyſitians know When ſick mens eyes are broken, they muſt dye. Your letters telling you his victory Loſt in the skirmiſh, which I know hath broken Both the eyes and heart of Caeſar: for as men Healthfull through all their liues to grey-hayr'd age, When ſickneſſe takes them once, they ſeldom ſcape: So Caeſar victor in his generall fights Till this late skirmiſh, could no aduerſe blow Suſtaine without his vtter ouerthrow. See, madam, now; your Sentinell: enquire. Seeſt thou no fleet yet (Sentinell) nor traine That may be thought great Pompeys?