Caesar and Pompey (The Wars of Caesar and Pompey) · chunk 33 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 T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
By your experienced father, not to touch At any action of the public weal, Nor any rule bear near her politic stern: For, to be upright, and sincere therein Like Cato's son, the Time's corruption Will never bear it: and, to soothe the time, You shall do basely, and unworthy your life; Which, to the gods I wish, may outweigh mine In every virtue; howsoever ill You thrive in honour. ay, my Lord, shall gladly Obey that counsel. And what needed you Urge my kind care of any charge that nature Imposes on me? have I ever shown love's least defect to you? or any dues The most indulgent father (being discreet) Could do his dearest blood? do you me right In judgement, and in honour; and dispense With passionate nature: go, neglect me not, But send my sword in. Go, 'tis I that charge you. O my Lord, and father, come, advise me. What have I now to think on in this world? No one thought of the world, I go each minute Discharged of all cares that may fit my freedom. The next world, and my soul, then let me serve With her last utterance, that my body may With sweetness of the passage drown the sour That death will mix with it: the consul's souls That slew themselves so nobly, scorning life Led under Tyrants Sceptres, mine would see. For we shall know each other; and past death Retain those forms of knowledge learned in life; Since, if what here we learn, we there shall lose, O immortality were not life, but time. And that our souls in reason are immortal, Then natural and proper objects prove; Which immortality and knowledge are. For to that object ever is referred The nature of the soul, in which the acts Of her high faculties are still employed. And that true object must her powers obtain To which they are in natures aim directed. Since 'twere absurd to have her sit an object Which possibly she never can aspire. Your sword, my Lord. O is it found? lay down Upon the bed (my boy) Poor men; a boy Must be presenter; manhood at no hand Must serve so foul a fact; for so are called (In common mouths) men's fairest acts of all. unsheathe; is't sharp? 'tis sweet. Now I am safe, Come Caesar, quickly now, or lose your vassal. Now wing thee, dear soul, and receive her heaven. The earth, the air, and seas I know, and all The joys, and horrors of their peace and wars, And now will see the God's state, and the stars. Cato? my Lord? I swear (Statilius) He's forth, and gone to seek you, charging me To seek elsewhere, lest you had slain yourself; And by his love entreated you would live. I swear by all the gods, I'll run his fortunes.
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By your experienc't father, not to touch At any action of the publique weale, Nor any rule beare neare her politique ſterne: For, to be vpright, and ſincere therein Like Catos ſonne, the times corruption Will neuer beare it: and, to ſooth the time, You ſhall doe baſely, and vnworthy your life; Which, to the gods I wiſh, may outweigh mine In euery virtue; howſoeuer ill You thriue in honor. I, my Lord, ſhall gladly Obey that counſell. And what needed you Vrge my kinde care of any charge that nature Impoſes on me? haue I euer ſhowne Loues leaſt defect to you? or any dues The moſt indulgent father (being diſcreet) Could doe his deareſt blood? doe you me right In iudgement, and in honor; and diſpence With paſſionate nature: goe, neglect me not, But ſend my ſword in. Goe, tis I that charge you. O my Lord, and father, come, aduiſe me. What haue I now to thinke on in this world? No one thought of the world, I goe each minute Diſcharg'd of all cares that may fit my freedome. The next world, and my ſoule, then let me ſerue With her laſt vtterance, that my body may With ſweetneſſe of the paſſage drowne the ſowre That death will mix with it: the Conſuls ſoules That ſlew themſelues ſo nobly, ſcorning life Led vnder Tyrants Scepters, mine would ſee. For we ſhall know each other; and paſt death Retaine thoſe formes of knowledge learn'd in life; Since, if what here we learne, we there ſhall loſe, O immortality were not life, but time. And that our ſoules in reaſon are immortall, Then naturall and proper obiects proue; Which immortallity and knowledge are. For to tht obiect euer is referr'd The nature of the ſoule, in which the acts Of her high faculties are ſtill employde. And that true obiect muſt her powers obtaine To which they are in naturs aime directed. Since twere abſurd to haue her ſt an obiect Which poſſibly ſhe neuer can aſpire. Your ſword, my Lord. O is it found? lay downe Vpon the bed (my boy) Poore men; a boy Muſt be preſenter; manhood at no hand Muſt ſerue ſo foule a fact; for ſo are calde (In common mouths) mens faireſt acts of all. Vnſheath; is't ſharpe? tis ſweet. Now I am ſafe, Come Caeſar, quickly now, or loſe your vaſſall. Now wing thee, deare ſoule, and receiue her heauen. The earth, the ayre, and ſeas I know, and all The ioyes, and horrors of their peace and warres, And now will ſee the gods ſtate, and the ſtarres. Cato? my Lord? I ſweare (Statilius) He's ſorth, and gone to ſeeke you, charging me To ſeeke elſewhere, leſt you had ſlaine your ſelfe; And by his loue entreated you would liue. I ſweare by all the gods, Ile run his fortunes.