Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 32 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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
My Lord, I know not, The rest come in there. Where's the sword I charged you To give his place again? I'll break your lips open, Spite of my freedom; all my servants, friends; My son and all, will needs betray me naked To th' armed malice of a foe so fierce And Bear-like, mankind of the blood of virtue. O gods, whoever saw me thus contemned? Go call my son in; tell him, that the less He shows himself my son, the less I'll care To live his father. I beseech you, Sir, Rest patient of my duty, and my love; Your other children think on, our poor mother, Your family, your Country. If the gods Give over all, I'll fly the world with them. Athenodorus, I admire the changes. I note in heavenly providence. When Pompey Did all things out of course, past right, past reason, He stood invincible against the world: Yet, now his cares grew pious, and his powers Set all up for his Country, he is conquered. The gods will secret are, nor must we measure Their chaste-reserved deeps by our dry shallows. Sufficeth us, we are entirely such As 'twixt them and our consciences we know Their graces, in our virtues, shall present Unspotted with the earth; toth' high throne That overlooks us: for this giant world Let's not contend with it, when heaven itself Fails to reform it: why should we affect The least hand over it, in that ambition? A heap 'tis of digested villainy; Virtue in labour with eternal Chaos Pressed to a living death, and racked beneath it. Her throws unpitied; every worthy man Limb by limb sawn out of her virgin womb, To live here piecemeal tortured, fly life then; Your life and death made precedents for men. Ye hear (my masters) what a life this is, And use much reason to respect it so. But mine shall serve ye. Yet restore my sword, Lest too much ye presume, and I conceive Ye front me like my fortunes. Where's Statilius? I think Sir, gone with the three hundred Romans In Lucius Caesar's charge, to serve the victor. And would not take his leave of his poor friend? Then the Philosophers have stooped his spirit, Which I admire, in one so free, and knowing, And such a fiery hater of base life, Besides, being such a vowed and noted foe To our great Conqueror. But I advised him To spare his youth, and live. My brother Brutus Is gone to Caesar. Brutus? Of mine honour (Although he be my son in law) I must say There went as worthy, and as learned a precedent As lives in Rome's whole rule, for all life's actions; And yet your sister Porcia (his wife) Would scarce have done this. But (for you my son) However Caesar deals with me; be counseled
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My Lord, I know not, The reſt come in there. Where's the ſword I charg'd you To giue his place againe? Ile breake your lips ope, Spight of my freedome; all my ſeruants, friends; My ſonne and all, will needs betray me naked To th' armed malice of a foe ſo fierce And Beare-like, mankinde of the blood of virtue. O gods, who euer ſaw me thus contemn'd? Goe call my ſonne in; tell him, that the leſſe He ſhewes himſelfe my ſonne, the leſſe Ile care To liue his father. I beſeech you, Sir, Reſt patient of my duty, and my loue; Your other children think on, our poore mother, Your family, your Country. If the gods Giue ouer all, Ile fly the world with them. Athenodorus, I admire the changes. I note in heauenly prouidence. When Pompey Did all things out of courſe, paſt right, paſt reaſon, He ſtood inuincible againſt the world: Yet, now his cares grew pious, and his powers Set all vp for his Countrey, he is conquered. The gods wills ſecret are, nor muſt we meaſure Their chaſt-reſerued deepes by our dry ſhallowes. Sufficeth vs, we are entirely ſuch As twixt them and our conſciences we know Their graces, in our virtues, ſhall preſent Vnſpotted with the earth; to'th high throne That ouerlookes vs: for this gyant world Let's not contend with it, when heauen it ſelfe Failes to reforme it: why ſhould we affect The leaſt hand ouer it, in that ambition? A heape tis of digeſted villany; Virtue in labor with eternall Chaos Preſt to a liuing death, and rackt beneath it. Her throwes vnpitied; euery worthy man Limb by limb ſawne out of her virgine wombe, To liue here peecemeall tortur'd, fly life then; Your life and death made preſidents for men. Ye heare (my maſters) what a life this is, And vſe much reaſon to reſpect it ſo. But mine ſhall ſerue ye. Yet reſtore my ſword, Leſt too much ye preſume, and I conceiue Ye front me like my fortunes. Where's Statilius? I think Sir, gone with the three hundred Romans In Lucius Caeſars charge, to ſerue the victor. And would not take his leaue of his poore friend? Then the Philoſophers haue ſtoop't his ſpirit, Which I admire, in one ſo free, and knowing, And ſuch a fiery hater of baſe life, Beſides, being ſuch a vow'd and noted foe To our great Conqueror. But I aduiſde him To ſpare his youth, and liue. My brother Brutus Is gone to Caeſar. Brutus? Of mine honor (Although he be my ſonne in law) I muſt ſay There went as worthy, and as learned a Preſident As liues in Romes whole rule, for all lifes actions; And yet your ſiſter Porcia (his wife) Would ſcarce haue done this. But (for you my ſonne) Howeuer Caeſar deales with me; be counſailde