Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 28 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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 499 words
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Not yet, madame. Seest thou no travelers addressed this way? In any number on this Lesbian shore? I see some not worth note; a couple coming This way, on foot, that are not now far hence. Come they apace? like messengers with news? No, nothing like (my Lord) nor are their habits Of any such men's fashions; being long mantles, And sable hewed; their heads all hid in hats Of parching Thessaly, broad brimmed, high crowned. These serve not our hopes. Now I see a ship, A kenning hence; that strikes into the haven. One only ship? One only, madam, yet. That should not be my Lord. Your Lord? no madam. She now lets out armed men upon the land. Armed men? with drum and colours? No, my Lord, But bright in arms, yet bear half pikes, or beadhooks. These can be no plumes in the train of Pompey. I'll see him in his letter, once again. Now, madam, come the two I saw on foot. See your Princess, Sir, come thus far from the City in her coach, to encounter your promised coming About this time in your last letters. The world is altered since Demetrius; See, madam, two Thessalian Augurs it seems By their habits. Call, and inquire if either by their Skills or travels, they know no news of your husband. My friends? a word. With us, madam? Yes. Are you of Thessaly? ay, madam, and all the world beside. Your Country is great. And our portions little. Are you Augurs? Augurs, madam? yes a kind of Augurs, alias Wizards, that go up and down the world, teaching How to turn ill to good. Can you do that? ay, madam, you have no work for us, have you? No ill to turn good, I mean? Yes; the absence of my husband. What's he? Pompey the great. Wherein is he great? In his command of the world. Then he's great in others. Take him without his Addition (great) what is he then? Pompey. Not your husband then? Nothing the less for his greatness. Not in his right; but in your comforts he is. His right is my comfort. What's his wrong? My sorrow. And that's ill. Yes. Y'are come to the use of our Profession, madam, Would you have that ill turned good? that Sorrow turned comfort? Why is my Lord wronged. We profess not that knowledge, madam: Suppose he were. Not I. You'll suppose him good. He is so. Then must you needs suppose him wronged; for All goodness is wronged in this world. What call you wrong? Ill fortune, affliction. Think you my Lord afflicted? If I think him good (madam) I must. Unless he Be worldly good, and then, either he is ill, or has ill: Since, as no sugar is without poison: so is no worldly Good without ill. even naturally nourished in it, like a Household thief, which is the worst of all thieves. Then he is not worldly, but truly good.
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Not yet, madame. Seeſt thou no trauellers addreſt this way? In any number on this Lesbian ſhore? I ſee ſome not worth note; a couple comming This way, on foot, that are not now farre hence. Come they apace? like meſſengers with newes? No, nothing like (my Lord) nor are their habites Of any ſuch mens faſhions; being long mantles, And ſable hew'd; their heads all hid in hats Of parching Theſſaly, broad brimm'd, high crown'd. Theſe ſerue not our hopes. Now I ſee a ſhip, A kenning hence; that ſtrikes into the hauen. One onely ſhip? One only, madam, yet. That ſhould not be my Lord. Your Lord? no madam. She now lets out arm'd men vpon the land. Arm'd men? with drum and colours? No, my Lord, But bright in armes, yet beare halfe pikes, or beadhookes. Theſe can be no plumes in the traine of Pompey. Ile ſee him in his letter, once againe. Now, madam, come the two I ſaw on foot. See your Princeſſe, Sir, come thus farre from the City in her coach, to encounter your promiſt comming About this time in your laſt letters. The world is alterd ſince Demetrius; See, madam, two Theſſalian Augurs it ſeemes By their habits. Call, and enquire if either by their Skils or trauels, they know no newes of your husband. My friends? a word. With vs, madam? Yes. Are you of Theſſaly? I, madam, and all the world beſides. Your Country is great. And our portions little. Are you Augures? Augures, madam? yes a kinde of Augures, alias Wizerds, that goe vp and downe the world, teaching How to turne ill to good. Can you doe that? I, madam, you haue no worke for vs, haue you? No ill to turne good, I meane? Yes; the abſence of my husband. What's he? Pompey the great. Wherein is he great? In his command of the world. Then he's great in others. Take him without his Addition (great) what is he then? Pompey. Not your husband then? Nothing the leſſe for his greatneſſe. Not in his right; but in your comforts he is. His right is my comfort. What's his wrong? My ſorrow. And that's ill. Yes. Y'are come to the vſe of our Profeſſion, madam, Would you haue that ill turnd good? that Sorrow turnd comfort? Why is my Lord wrong'd. We profeſſe not that knowledge, madam: Supoſe he were. Not I. Youle ſuppoſe him good. He is ſo. Then muſt you needs ſuppoſe him wrong'd; for All goodneſſe is wrong'd in this world. What call you wrong? Ill fortune, affliction. Thinke you my Lord afflicted? If I thinke him good (madam) I muſt. Vnleſſe he Be worldly good, and then, either he is ill, or has ill: Since, as no ſugar is without poyſon: ſo is no worldly Good without ill. Euen naturally nouriſht in it, like a Houſhold thiefe, which is the worſt of all theeues. Then he is not worldly, but truly good.