Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 30 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 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
O, I more joy, t'embrace my Lord thus fixed, Than he had brought me ten inconstant conquests. Miraculous standing in a fall so great, Would Caesar knew, Sir, how you conquered him In your conviction. 'tis enough for me That Pompey knows it. I will stand no more On others legs: nor build one joy without me. If ever I be worth a house again, I'll build all inward: not a light shall ope The common outway: no expense, no art, No ornament, no door will I use there, But raise all plain, and rudely, like a rampire, Against the false society of men That still batters All reason piecemeal. And for earthy greatness All heavenly comforts ratifies to air, I'll therefore live in dark, and all my light, Like ancient Temples, let in at my top. This were to turn one's back to all the world, And only look at heaven. Empedocles Recured a mortal plague through all his Country, With stopping up the yawning of a hill, From whence the hollow and unwholesome South Exhaled his venomed vapour. And what else Is any King, given over to his lusts, But even the poisoned cleft of that cracked mountain, That all his kingdom plagues with his example? Which I have stopped now, and so cured my Country Of such a sensual pestilence: When therefore our diseased affections Harmful to humane freedom; and stormlike Inferring darkness to th'infected mind Oppress our comforts: 'tis but letting in The light of reason, and a purer spirit, Take in another way; like rooms that fight With window against the wind, yet let in sight. My Lord, we served before, but now adore you. My Lord, the armed men I discovered lately unshipped, and landed; now are trooping near. What armed men are they? Some, my Lord, that lately The Sentinel discovered, but not knew. Now all the sea (my Lords) is hid with ships, Another Promontory flanking this, Some furlong hence, is climbed, and full of people, That easily may see hither; it seems looking What these so near intend: Take heed, they come. Haile to Rome's great Commander; to whom Egypt (Not long since seated in his kingdom by thee, And sent to by thee in thy passage by) Sends us with answer: which withdraw and hear. I'll kiss my children first. Bless me, my Lord. I will, and Cyris, my poor daughter too. even that high hand that hurled me down thus low, Keep you from rising high: I hear: now tell me. I think (my friend) you once served under me: Nod only? not a word deign? what are these? Cornelia? I am now not worth men's words. Please you receive your aid, Sir? ay, I come. Why draw they? See, my Lords; attend them ushers. O they have slain great Pompey. O my husband. Mother, take comfort. O my Lord and father.
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O, I more ioy, t'embrace my Lord thus fixt, Then he had brought me ten inconſtant conqueſts. Miraculous ſtanding in a fall ſo great, Would Caeſar knew, Sir, how you conquerd him In your conuiction. Tis enough for me That Pompey knows it. I will ſtand no more On others legs: nor build one ioy without me. If euer I be worth a houſe againe, Ile build all inward: not a light ſhall ope The common outway: no expence, no art, No ornament, no dore will I vſe there, But raiſe all plaine, and rudely, like a rampier, Againſt the falſe ſociety of men That ſtill batters All reaſon peecemeale. And for earthy greatneſſe All heauenly comforts ratifies to ayre, Ile therefore liue in darke, and all my light, Like ancient Temples, let in at my top. This were to turne ones back to all the world, And only looke at heauen. Empedocles Recur'd a mortall plague through all his Country, With ſtopping vp the yawning of a hill, From whence the hollow and vnwholſome South Exhald his venomd vapor. And what elſe Is any King, giuen ouer to his luſts, But euen the poyſon'd cleft of that crackt mountaine, That all his kingdome plagues with his example? Which I haue ſtopt now, and ſo cur'd my Country Of ſuch a ſenſuall peſtilence: When therefore our diſeaſ'de affections Harmefull to humane freedome; and ſtormelike Inferring darkneſſe to th'infected minde Oppreſſe our comforts: tis but letting in The light of reaſon, and a purer ſpirit, Take in another way; like roomes that fight With windowe againſt the winde, yet let in ſight. My Lord, we ſeru'd before, but now adore you. My Lord, the arm'd men I diſcou'rd lately Vnſhipt, and landed; now are trooping neare. What arm'd men are they? Some, my Lord, that lately The Sentinell diſcouer'd, but not knew▪ Now all the ſea (my Lords) is hid with ſhips, Another Promontory flanking this, Some furlong hence, is climb'd, and full of people, That eaſily may ſee hither; it ſeemes looking What theſe ſo neare intend: Take heed, they come. Haile to Romes great Commander; to whom Aegypt (Not long ſince ſeated in his kingdome by thee, And ſent to by thee in thy paſſage by) Sends vs with anſwer: which withdraw and heare. Ile kiſſe my children firſt. Bleſſe me, my Lord. I will, and Cyris, my poore daughter too. Euen that high hand that hurld me downe thus low, Keepe you from riſing high: I heare: now tell me. I thinke (my friend) you once ſeru'd vnder me: Nod onely? not a word daigne? what are theſe? Cornelia? I am now not worth mens words. Pleaſe you receiue your ayde, Sir? I, I come. Why draw they? See, my Lords; attend them vſhers. O they haue ſlaine great Pompey. O my husband. Mother, take comfort. O my Lord and father.