159:00,000[' ]| 159:00,000[' ]| 159:00,000[' ]| 159:00,000[' ]| 159:00,000[' ]| 159:00,000[' ]| < Julius Caesar.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Marcus Antonius.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Lepidus.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Ptolomy, King of Egypt.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Cleopatra, His Sister.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Photinus, His Governor.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Achillas, His Lieutenant General.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Septimius, A Roman in the Egyptian Kings Army.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Achoreus, Cleopatra's Gentleman Usher.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Charmion, Cleopatra's Maid of Honour.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Cornelia, Pompey's Widow.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Philip, Pompey's Freedman.> 159:00,000[' ]| < Romans and Egyptians.> 159:00,000[' ]| 159:10,000[' ]| 159:11,000[' ]| 159:11,000[' ]| 159:11,001[C ]| Fate hath declared her self, and we may see 159:11,002[C ]| The Intrigue of the great Rivals Destiny: 159:11,003[C ]| That quarrel which did all the Gods divide, 159:11,004[C ]| Pharsalia hath the Honour to decide. 159:11,005[C ]| Whose Rivers swelling with new bloody Tides 159:11,005[C ]| (Sent thither from so many Parricides) 159:11,007[C ]| The Horror of torn Ensigns, Chariots, Shields, 159:11,008[C ]| Spread in Confusion over the infected Fields; 159:11,009[C ]| Those Slaughtered heaps whose shades no rest obtained 159:11,010[C ]| By Nature to their own revenge constrained, 159:11,011[C ]| (Their Putrefactions seeming to Revive 159:11,012[C ]| The War with those that do remain alive,) 159:11,013[C ]| Are Dreadful rules by which the Sword thinks fit, 159:11,014[C ]| Pompey to cast, and Caesar to acquit. 159:11,015[C ]| That distressed Leader of the Juster Side, 159:11,016[C ]| Whose wearied Fortune hath all Help denied, 159:11,017[C ]| A terrible Example will create 159:11,018[C ]| To future Times, of the Extremes of Fate: 159:11,019[C ]| He flies, whose happy Courage had, till now, 159:11,020[C ]| Confined the Bay to his Victorious Brow: 159:11,021[C ]| He in our Ports chooses his last Retreat; 159:11,022[C ]| And wanting Refuge from a Foe so Great, 159:11,023[C ]| His bold Misfortune seeks it in Abodes, 159:11,024[C ]| Which from the Titans once preserved the Gods; 159:11,025[C ]| And from so famed a Climate, doth expect 159:11,026[C ]| That it should Earth as well as Heaven protect; 159:11,027[C ]| And lending his Despair a kind Effort, 159:11,028[C ]| It should the staggering Universe support: 159:11,029[C ]| Yes, the World's Fortune Pompey with him brings, 159:11,030[C ]| And hopes a Land whose Fame such Wonder sings, 159:11,031[C ]| A Prop or Tomb might to her Freedom give, 159:11,032[C ]| And Pompey's Fall Attend, if not Relieve. 159:11,033[C ]| This, Friends, the Subject is of our debate; 159:11,034[C ]| Our Triumphs he, or Ruin will create: 159:11,035[C ]| He hazards me, who did my Father save, 159:11,036[C ]| And does expose that Memphis which he gave: 159:11,037[C ]| We must now hasten or prevent his fate, 159:11,038[C ]| His Ruin hinder or precipitate: 159:11,039[C ]| That is unsafe, and this Ignoble is; 159:11,040[C ]| I dread in justice, or unhappiness; 159:11,041[C ]| And angry fortune each way offers me 159:11,042[C ]| Either much danger, or much infamy. 159:11,043[C ]| It is my part to choose, yours to advise 159:11,044[C ]| What you believe to be most safe and wise: 159:11,045[C ]| Pompey's Concerned; nay, we the fame shall get, 159:11,046[C ]| Caesar's success to trouble, or complete; 159:11,047[C ]| And never Monarchs Fortune did afford 159:11,048[C ]| So great a Subject for a Council Board. 159:11,049[D ]| When things, Sir, are determined by the sword, 159:11,050[D ]| Justice is nothing but an empty word: 159:11,051[D ]| And he who then Affairs would rightly weigh 159:11,052[D ]| Must not his Reasons, but his power obey: 159:11,053[D ]| View your own Strength, let Pompey be surveyed, 159:11,054[D ]| Whose Fortune Droop's, and Valour is betrayed; 159:11,055[D ]| Who not from Caesar only takes his flight, 159:11,056[D ]| But from the Senates just Reproach and sight, 159:11,057[D ]| Whose greater part, were cheaply left a Prey 159:11,058[D ]| To the Keen Vultures of Pharsalia) 159:11,059[D ]| He flies lost Rome, and every Roman now, 159:11,060[D ]| Who must to his defeat their Fetters owe. 159:11,061[D ]| He flies those Kings who would chastise his Guilt, 159:11,062[D ]| Of all the blood that in his cause was spilt. 159:11,063[D ]| Their Kingdoms now of Men and Money void, 159:11,064[D ]| Their broken Sceptres and their Thrones destroyed, 159:11,065[D ]| As Author of all Woes, abhorred by all, 159:11,066[D ]| He flies the whole World, shattered by his Fall. 159:11,067[D ]| Can you alone resist so many Foes? 159:11,068[D ]| His safety he did in himself Repose: 159:11,069[D ]| He falls, and You may yield without a Blush 159:11,070[D ]| To such a weight as Rome her self does Crush; 159:11,071[D ]| A weight which hath the Universe pressed down, 159:11,072[D ]| And the yet greater Pompey overthrown. 159:11,073[D ]| He that will save whom Heaven would have wrecked, 159:11,074[D ]| By too much Justice may a Guilt Contract. 159:11,075[D ]| And a fidelity so indiscreet 159:11,076[D ]| May a short Fame, but long Repentance meet: 159:11,077[D ]| He but a more Illustrious wound will have 159:11,078[D ]| Which will not smart the less for being brave: 159:11,079[D ]| Do not for Egypt Thunderbolts provide, 159:11,080[D ]| But choose with Fortune, and the Gods to side. 159:11,081[D ]| Believe not they can an Injustice do. 159:11,082[D ]| But where they favour, pay you homage too. 159:11,083[D ]| Whatever they decree for them declare, 159:11,084[D ]| And think it Impious where they frown to spare, 159:11,085[D ]| With Divine Anger Pompey now beset 159:11,086[D ]| Comes to involve you too, in his Defeat. 159:11,087[D ]| His Head for which both Gods and Men do call 159:11,088[D ]| Already shakes, and seeks but where to fall: 159:11,089[D ]| His coming hither an Offence does seem 159:11,090[D ]| And show's his Hatred rather than esteem. 159:11,091[D ]| He would his safety with Your Ruin buy, 159:11,092[D ]| And can you Doubt, if he deserve to die? 159:11,093[D ]| Had he fulfilled what we both wished and thought, 159:11,094[D ]| And a Victorious Navy hither brought, 159:11,095[D ]| We then should him a Joyful welcome show, 159:11,096[D ]| Who must the Gods blame for his usage now. 159:11,097[D ]| I of his Fortune, not of him Complain, 159:11,098[D ]| But with Regret Act what the Gods Ordain, 159:11,099[D ]| And the same Poniard, once for Caesar meant 159:11,100[D ]| Shall with a sigh to Pompey's Heart be sent. 159:11,101[D ]| Nor can you at a less rate then his Head 159:11,102[D ]| Secure Your Own, and shun the storm You Dread, 159:11,103[D ]| Let this be thought a Crime, if so it must, 159:11,104[D ]| 'Tis not a States-man's Virtue to be Just. 159:11,105[D ]| When Right and Wrong are in the Balance laid, 159:11,106[D ]| The Interest of Kingdoms is betrayed, 159:11,107[D ]| Extremest Rigour is the Right of Kings, 159:11,108[D ]| When Timorous Equity their Ruin brings, 159:11,109[D ]| Who fears a Crime shall ever be afraid, 159:11,110[D ]| But he'll rule all who all things dares invade, 159:11,111[D ]| Who Dangerous Virtue, as Disgrace, does shun, 159:11,112[D ]| And to an Useful Crime as swiftly run. 159:11,113[D ]| This is my Thought, Sir, but Achillas may, 159:11,114[D ]| Or else Septimius, choose some other way. 159:11,115[D ]| But this I know, whatever others like, 159:11,116[D ]| They fear no Conqueror who the Conquered strike. 159:11,117[E ]| Photin says true, Sir, but though Pompey we 159:11,118[E ]| Divested of his former Grandeur see, 159:11,119[E ]| Yet that Blood Precious does to me appear 159:11,120[E ]| Which the Gods did in Thessaly revere, 159:11,121[E ]| Not that a Crime of State should be refrained, 159:11,122[E ]| But 'tis not lawful, till it be constrained: 159:11,123[E ]| And what need is there of such Rigour here? 159:11,124[E ]| Who quits the Conquered needs no Conqueror fear. 159:11,125[E ]| You may be Neuter, as You were before: 159:11,126[E ]| And Caesar may, if him you must adore; 159:11,127[E ]| But though you treat him as a Power Divine, 159:11,128[E ]| This is too great an Offering for his Shrine. 159:11,129[E ]| To Mars himself should this Head offered be, 159:11,130[E ]| 'Twould fix on Yours too black an Infamy: 159:11,131[E ]| Let him not be Assisted nor Destroyed, 159:11,132[E ]| And such a Conduct will all blame avoid. 159:11,133[E ]| You owe him much, Sir, for Rome, moved by him, 159:11,134[E ]| Helped our last King his Sceptre to redeem, 159:11,135[E ]| But Gratitude and Hospitality, 159:11,136[E ]| In Monarchs Breasts must regulated be, 159:11,137[E ]| Nor can a King Contract so great a Debt, 159:11,138[E ]| But that his Subjects claim a greater yet. 159:11,139[E ]| And all Engagements are to Princes void, 159:11,140[E ]| To Cancel which, their Blood must be Employed: 159:11,141[E ]| Consider too, what Pompey did expose, 159:11,142[E ]| When he your Father helped against his Foes: 159:11,143[E ]| By that he made his Power the greater seem, 159:11,144[E ]| And raised his own Fame, by restoring him: 159:11,145[E ]| He did in serving him but language spend; 159:11,146[E ]| But Caesar's Purse appeared the better Friend, 159:11,147[E ]| Had we not Caesars thousand Talents seen, 159:11,148[E ]| Pompey's Orations had small succours been. 159:11,149[E ]| Let him not then his Verbal merits boast, 159:11,150[E ]| For Caesar's Actions have Obliged You most. 159:11,151[E ]| But if a benefit to Him be due, 159:11,152[E ]| Speak now for Him, as he did once for You: 159:11,153[E ]| His kindness safely thus requite you may; 159:11,154[E ]| But here received, He will your Sceptre sway: 159:11,155[E ]| This Conquered Roman yet a King will brave, 159:11,156[E ]| And in your own Dominions you enslave. 159:11,157[E ]| Refuse him Welcome then, but spare his Head; 159:11,158[E ]| But if it must fall, this arm shall strike him dead: 159:11,159[E ]| I can obey (Sir) and should Jealous grow, 159:11,160[E ]| If any Hand but mine should strike the blow. 159:11,161[F ]| Sir, I'm a Roman, and these Hero's know 159:11,162[F ]| Pompey needs aid, and from you seeks it now; 159:11,163[F ]| You are his fate, may his lost hopes revive, 159:11,164[F ]| Banish, or Kill, or give him up alive: 159:11,165[F ]| The first would cost you much too dear a Rate, 159:11,166[F ]| I'll only then the other three debate. 159:11,167[F ]| His exile draws on You enraged Power, 159:11,168[F ]| And does but half oblige the Conqueror; 159:11,169[F ]| Since to a long suspense you will him leave, 159:11,170[F ]| What fate his future battles shall receive; 159:11,171[F ]| And both on you Revenge, when weary grown 159:11,172[F ]| The Ills which, but for You, they had not known. 159:11,173[F ]| To render him to Caesar were the same, 159:11,174[F ]| Who must forgive him, to Augment his Fame: 159:11,175[F ]| He will a bravery on himself impose, 159:11,176[F ]| And swell in that false mercy he bestows; 159:11,177[F ]| Glad if that way he Pompey can overcome, 159:11,178[F ]| And in the same Act please subjected Rome: 159:11,179[F ]| But whilst you him to this necessitate, 159:11,180[F ]| You'll purchase his, as well as Pompey's hate: 159:11,181[F ]| His danger and dishonour then prevent, 159:11,182[F ]| Both make him great, and keep him Innocent; 159:11,183[F ]| Whilst Pompey's Faction, you in him, destroy, 159:11,184[F ]| Let Caesar, at your cost, the Fruit enjoy: 159:11,185[F ]| By this advice, which you'll, I hope, allow, 159:11,186[F ]| You'll gain a Friend, and need not fear a Foe; 159:11,187[F ]| But if Achillas unsafe course you choose, 159:11,188[F ]| You neither gain, but both their Friendships lose. 159:11,189[C ]| Let us no more debate what's Just and fit, 159:11,190[C ]| But to the Worlds vicissitude submit. 159:11,191[C ]| Your Major votes do with my Thoughts agree 159:11,192[C ]| Who in so great a change would active be, 159:11,193[C ]| Rome hath too long made an Injurious Claim 159:11,194[C ]| That all men should adore the Roman Name: 159:11,195[C ]| Her lofty Freedom let us now throw down, 159:11,196[C ]| And all Her scorn in Pompey's Blood lets drown. 159:11,197[C ]| Cutting the Root by which that Pride does live, 159:11,198[C ]| To the Worlds Tyrants let's a Tyrant give; 159:11,199[C ]| Now fate would chain an Arrogance so fierce, 159:11,200[C ]| Let's help her to revenge the Universe. 159:11,201[C ]| Rome, thou shalt serve, and Kings which always yet 159:11,202[C ]| Thou hast dared with so much Insolence to treat, 159:11,203[C ]| Will Caesar now, with less Regret, obey 159:11,204[C ]| Since thou shalt be enslaved as well as they: 159:11,205[C ]| Achillas and Septimius lose no time, 159:11,206[C ]| But make us Deathless by this glorious Crime, 159:11,207[C ]| Of Heavens Resentment I'll the hazard run, 159:11,208[C ]| Who sent him hither sure to be undone. 159:11,209[E ]| A Kings Command must no dispute endure. 159:11,210[C ]| Go then, the Sceptre which I bear, secure; 159:11,211[C ]| For you by this Commission are become 159:11,212[C ]| The Destinies of Egypt and of Rome. 159:12,000[' ]| 159:12,001[C ]| I am mistaken, Photin, or by this 159:12,002[C ]| My Sister will her expectation miss, 159:12,003[C ]| Pompey my Fathers Will having secured, 159:12,004[C ]| Her Coronation she believes assured. 159:12,005[C ]| And she her self the Mistress does esteem 159:12,006[C ]| Of that divided Sceptre left by him. 159:12,007[C ]| Their Ancient Friendship she depends upon, 159:12,008[C ]| And inwardly already shares my Throne. 159:12,009[C ]| Whence her Ambition is become so vain, 159:12,010[C ]| That from its Ashes it revives again. 159:12,011[D ]| Sir, 'Twas a motive I did not debate, 159:12,012[D ]| And yet which ought to hasten Pompey's Fate. 159:12,013[D ]| He your Pretensions doubtless will decide, 159:12,014[D ]| And by your Fathers Will your Claims Divide. 159:12,015[D ]| To which great Trust of Friendship being true, 159:12,016[D ]| You know how much he disobliges you. 159:12,017[D ]| Nor that by this Discourse I would remove 159:12,018[D ]| The Sacred Cement of a Brothers Love, 159:12,019[D ]| I banish her not from your Heart, but Throne, 159:12,020[D ]| For he Reigns not that does not Reign alone. 159:12,021[D ]| Divided Empire all wise Kings avoid, 159:12,022[D ]| For Power Communicated is Destroyed; 159:12,023[D ]| And Policy. ~~ But, Sir, she does appear. 159:13,000[' ]| 159:13,001[A ]| Pompey is come (Sir) and can you be here? 159:13,002[C ]| That mighty Warrior I at home attend, 159:13,003[C ]| And him Achillas and Septimius send. 159:13,004[A ]| What? such Ambassadors as those to him? 159:13,005[C ]| You may go too, if they too little seem. 159:13,006[A ]| Is your own meeting him too great a thing? 159:13,007[C ]| I must remember, that I am a King. 159:13,008[A ]| Can you reflect on that, and yet be slow 159:13,009[A ]| To kiss the hand of him that made you so? 159:13,010[A ]| And pay your homage to a Man so great? 159:13,011[C ]| Did he that Title in Pharsalia get? 159:13,012[A ]| Though none did his misfortunes help afford, 159:13,013[A ]| He's still that Pompey who your Crown restored. 159:13,014[C ]| Rather his shade, and but my Father Crowned, 159:13,015[C ]| By whose Ghost, not by me, it should be owned. 159:13,016[C ]| Let him attend his Dust, and be content 159:13,017[C ]| To receive Thanks from his cold Monument. 159:13,018[A ]| Hath such a Benefit such usage met? 159:13,019[C ]| I both remember it and his Defeat. 159:13,020[A ]| You do indeed but with a scornful Pride. 159:13,021[C ]| Time is the Standard by which things are Tried: 159:13,022[C ]| You, that so prize him may his greatness Court, 159:13,023[C ]| But know, He yet may perish in the Port. 159:13,024[A ]| What, may his Shipwreck in the Port arrive? 159:13,025[A ]| And have you dared his Ruin to contrive. 159:13,026[C ]| I have done only what the Gods inspired, 159:13,027[C ]| And what the safety of my State required. 159:13,028[A ]| I know but too much, Photin, and his Crew 159:13,029[A ]| Have with their wicked Counsels poisoned you: 159:13,030[A ]| Souls that are but of Natures Rubbish framed. 159:13,031[D ]| The Counsel, Madam, will not be disclaimed. 159:13,032[A ]| 'Tis the King, Photin, I discourse with now; 159:13,033[A ]| Stay then, till I descend to talk to you. 159:13,034[C ]| You must a little with her scorn dispense, 159:13,035[C ]| I know her hatred, and your innocence; 159:13,036[C ]| But she's my Sister, give her humour vent. 159:13,037[A ]| Sir, If too late it be not to repent, 159:13,038[A ]| Shake off at length a Yoke that is so vile, 159:13,039[A ]| And call your Virtue back from her exile: 159:13,040[A ]| That magnanimity so great, and good, 159:13,041[A ]| Which is conveyed to Princes, with their Blood. 159:13,042[C ]| Swelled with a hope, in vain by you foreseen, 159:13,043[C ]| You speak to me of Pompey, like a Queen: 159:13,044[C ]| Through your false zeal flashes of Pride escape; 159:13,045[C ]| And Interest does act in Virtues shape: 159:13,046[C ]| Confess it then, you had been silent still, 159:13,047[C ]| Were it not for the King our Fathers Will; 159:13,048[C ]| You know who kept it? 159:13,048[A ]| And you shall Know too, 159:13,049[A ]| Virtue alone prompts me to what I do. 159:13,050[A ]| For if I did my own advantage seek, 159:13,051[A ]| I should for Caesar, not for Pompey speak: 159:13,052[A ]| Receive a secret I concealed before, 159:13,053[A ]| And after that never reproach me more. 159:13,054[A ]| When none that bold Rebellion could withstand, 159:13,055[A ]| Which robbed our Father of his Crown and Land, 159:13,056[A ]| The injured King forsook his Native shore, 159:13,057[A ]| And Rome's great Senate did for Aid Implore. 159:13,058[A ]| With him we went, their pity to engage, 159:13,059[A ]| You very Young; but I was in an Age, 159:13,060[A ]| When Nature had supplied my Eyes with Darts, 159:13,061[A ]| Already Active in subduing hearts. 159:13,062[A ]| Caesar received, or else pretended love, 159:13,063[A ]| And by his Actions would his Passion prove. 159:13,064[A ]| But since the Senate's Pique to him he knew, 159:13,065[A ]| He their loved Pompey to our party drew: 159:13,066[A ]| Whose high concern for us, on Caesars's score, 159:13,067[A ]| Was the last fruit their Friendship ever bore. 159:13,068[A ]| Of this you do inherit the event. 159:13,069[A ]| But such a Lover not with it content, 159:13,070[A ]| When by the assistance of so great a Man, 159:13,071[A ]| In our behalf the Roman suffrage ran, 159:13,072[A ]| Resolving further Kindness to impart, 159:13,073[A ]| He gave his Treasure to attend his Heart: 159:13,074[A ]| And from the Bounty of his growing flame, 159:13,075[A ]| These sinews both of War and Power came: 159:13,076[A ]| Those Thousand Talents which we owe him yet, 159:13,077[A ]| Forced our revolted Egypt to submit. 159:13,078[A ]| On this the King reflecting, when he died 159:13,079[A ]| Betwixt us did his Dignity divide; 159:13,080[A ]| And by his Sovereign Right on me bestowed 159:13,081[A ]| A part of what he to my Beauty owed: 159:13,082[A ]| Whilst you, who this great reason never knew, 159:13,083[A ]| Thought that his Favour, which was but my due; 159:13,084[A ]| And Your dread Father partial dared to call, 159:13,085[A ]| Who gave me half, when yet he owed me all. 159:13,086[C ]| This Story, you with Art enough contrive. 159:13,087[A ]| I am assured, Caesar will soon arrive. 159:13,088[A ]| And a few hours will such a change effect 159:13,089[A ]| As your Dark Policy did least expect. 159:13,090[A ]| And show you why I spoke so like a Queen, 159:13,091[A ]| Who the loathed Object of your scorn have been. 159:13,092[A ]| You in the Throne usurped my equal seat, 159:13,093[A ]| And as a Slave you did your Sister Treat; 159:13,094[A ]| Till I was forced, to shun a ruder Fate, 159:13,095[A ]| To stoop and Court your Ministers of State. 159:13,096[A ]| Whose steel or poison I still feared: but Know, 159:13,097[A ]| Pompey or Caesar will secure me now; 159:13,098[A ]| And whatsoever your Sycophants Ordain, 159:13,099[A ]| I now am sure my Sceptre to obtain: 159:13,100[A ]| Till when my Pride shall leave you, to divine 159:13,101[A ]| In this Contest, what could be my design. 159:13,000[' ]| 159:13,102[C ]| What think you, Photin, of this lofty Mind? 159:13,103[D ]| My spirit, Sir, to wonder is resigned, 159:13,104[D ]| And nothing but amazement can express; 159:13,105[D ]| At such a secret as I never could guess, 159:13,106[D ]| My thoughts are so unquiet and confused, 159:13,107[D ]| I scarce know what expedient should be used. 159:13,108[C ]| Shall we save Pompey? 159:13,108[D ]| Had you that decreed, 159:13,109[D ]| Yet it were now convenient he should bleed. 159:13,110[D ]| Your Sister hates you, she is fair and fierce, 159:13,111[D ]| And if she such Victorious Charms disperse; 159:13,112[D ]| The head of Pompey only can suffice 159:13,113[D ]| To win the heart of Caesar from her Eyes. 159:13,114[C ]| This dangerous woman hath a busy wit. 159:13,115[D ]| But such a service will out-balance it. 159:13,116[C ]| But what if Caesar still her Power Obey? 159:13,117[D ]| Then flatter her, yet mind not what I say, 159:13,118[D ]| Till first you ask, in an affair so Nice, 159:13,119[D ]| Achillas and Septimius best advice. 159:13,120[C ]| Lets from the Tower see them act Pompey's doom, 159:13,121[C ]| And this Debate at their return, resume. 159:13,000[' ]| 159:13,000[' ]| 159:13,122[X ]| Since Affairs of the State are already decreed, 159:13,123[X ]| Make room for Affairs of the Court, 159:13,124[X ]| Employment and Pleasure each other succeed, 159:13,125[X ]| Because they each other support. 159:13,126[X ]| Were Princes confined 159:13,127[X ]| From slackening their Mind, 159:13,128[X ]| When by Care it is ruffled and Curled. 159:13,129[X ]| A Crown would appear 159:13,130[X ]| Too heavy to wear 159:13,131[X ]| And no man would govern the World. 159:13,132[X ]| If the Gods themselves who have power enough, 159:13,133[X ]| In the diversions are various, and oft 159:13,134[X ]| Since the business of Kings is angry and rough, 159:13,135[X ]| Their Intervals ought to be soft. 159:13,136[X ]| Were Princes confined, &c. 159:13,137[X ]| To our Monarch we owe whatsoever we enjoy: 159:13,138[X ]| And no grateful Subjects were those, 159:13,139[X ]| Who would not the safety, he gives them, employ 159:13,140[X ]| To contribute to his repose. 159:13,141[X ]| Were Princes confined, &c. 159:13,000[' ]| 159:13,000[' ]| 159:21,000[' ]| 159:21,000[' ]| 159:21,001[A ]| I love him, but a Flame so much refined, 159:21,002[A ]| How bright soever, dazzles not my mind: 159:21,003[A ]| For Virtue makes my inclination know 159:21,004[A ]| What Caesars Mistress does to Pompey owe: 159:21,005[A ]| And none dares own a passion so sublime, 159:21,006[A ]| But she that scorn's the shadow of a crime: 159:21,007[A ]| I should but small respect to Caesar pay, 159:21,008[A ]| To seek his love in an unhandsome way: 159:21,009[G ]| Can you love Caesar, Madam, and advise 159:21,010[G ]| That Egypt should in Arms against him rise? 159:21,011[G ]| That they should Pompey against him protect, 159:21,012[G ]| And his Pharsalian Triumphs should be checked, 159:21,013[G ]| Sure Love in you does little Empire show, 159:21,014[A ]| This to their high extraction Princes show, 159:21,015[A ]| That by the assistance of their Royal Blood 159:21,016[A ]| Their Passions are more easily subdued. 159:21,017[A ]| Their honour still the Victory will have; 159:21,018[A ]| And whilst they trust themselves, they still are brave. 159:21,019[A ]| All the disorders which in Kings we see, 159:21,020[A ]| To others Counsels must imputed be. 159:21,021[A ]| This is the cause of Pompey's ruin Deem; 159:21,022[A ]| The King would help, but Photin murders him. 159:21,023[A ]| Whose Counsel hath his Masters faith overthrown, 159:21,024[A ]| Which still had swayed, had he observed his own. 159:21,025[G ]| You then who Caesar love, and yet oppose. 159:21,026[A ]| The Love I cherish no dishonour knows, 159:21,027[A ]| But worthy him. 159:21,027[G ]| Are you of his secured? 159:21,028[A ]| I think I am. 159:21,028[G ]| But are you well assured? 159:21,029[A ]| Know that a Princess by her glory moved, 159:21,030[A ]| No Love confesses till she be beloved. 159:21,031[A ]| Nor the most noble passion ever shows, 159:21,032[A ]| When it shall her to a Contempt expose. 159:21,033[A ]| At Rome I first did Caesars Heart invade, 159:21,034[A ]| Where he the first expression of it made; 159:21,035[A ]| And ever since he did to me renew 159:21,036[A ]| The Tribute of his Vows and Laurels too. 159:21,037[A ]| He marched through Italy, through Gaul and Spain, 159:21,038[A ]| With Love in his Breast, and fortune in his Train: 159:21,039[A ]| Nor did he ever make so brave a Prize, 159:21,040[A ]| But he paid Homage for it to these Eyes. 159:21,041[A ]| With the same hand, which did that weapon quit 159:21,042[A ]| With Blood of Pompey's party reeking yet, 159:21,043[A ]| He writ complaints, and put my fetters on; 159:21,044[A ]| Even in the Field, which he had newly won. 159:21,045[A ]| Yes from Pharsalia his submissions came: 159:21,046[A ]| And if his speed be equal to his flame, 159:21,047[A ]| Or rather, if the Sea befriend his Fleet, 159:21,048[A ]| Egypt shall see him shortly at my feet. 159:21,049[A ]| He comes, my Charmion and from me alone, 159:21,050[A ]| Seeks the reward of all that he hath done. 159:21,051[A ]| And all his glory to my Shrine he brings, 159:21,052[A ]| With the same hand which gives the Law to Kings. 159:21,053[A ]| So that, even in his Triumphs, my disdain 159:21,054[A ]| Can make the Man that rules the World complain: 159:21,055[G ]| Yet I dare swear, your charms a power enjoy 159:21,056[G ]| Which though they boast of, they will never employ. 159:21,057[G ]| And the great Caesar shall no trouble know, 159:21,058[G ]| If it can only from your rigour grow. 159:21,059[G ]| But what can you expect from Caesars flames, 159:21,060[G ]| Wherein such right another Woman claims, 159:21,061[G ]| His freedom he by marriage hath resigned, 159:21,062[G ]| And only to Calphurnia is confined. 159:21,063[A ]| But a Divorce, at Rome so common now, 159:21,064[A ]| May remove her, and my desires allow. 159:21,065[A ]| Caesar's experience him to that may lead, 159:21,066[A ]| Since 'twas Calphurnia's Passage to his bed. 159:21,067[G ]| But the same way may you at length remove. 159:21,068[A ]| Perhaps I better shall secure his love, 159:21,069[A ]| Perhaps my passion may find out an Art 159:21,070[A ]| Better to manage that Illustrious Heart. 159:21,071[A ]| But let's to Heaven leave what may arrive, 159:21,072[A ]| And this Alliance (if we can) contrive. 159:21,073[A ]| Were it but one day, 'twere enough for me, 159:21,074[A ]| One day, the Mistress of the World to be. 159:21,075[A ]| I have Ambition, and be it good or ill, 159:21,076[A ]| It is the only Sovereign of my Will. 159:21,077[A ]| And 'tis this Noble Passion, sure, or none, 159:21,078[A ]| A Princess may without a Blemish own. 159:21,079[A ]| But yet with Glory I would it inflame, 159:21,080[A ]| Nor would buy greatness with the loss of Fame, 159:21,081[A ]| For I the brightest Crown can scorn to touch, 159:21,082[A ]| When 'tis attended with the least Reproach. 159:21,083[A ]| Wonder not then, that I so much pursue 159:21,084[A ]| Pompey's defence, and would my Duty do. 159:21,085[A ]| His injured virtue, since I cannot right: 159:21,086[A ]| My secret Wishes must invoke his flight. 159:21,087[A ]| That some kind storm may so his Ships disperse, 159:21,088[A ]| As may preserve him from his Murderers. 159:21,089[A ]| But faithful Achoreus comes, and he 159:21,090[A ]| Will quickly tell us Pompey's Destiny. 159:22,000[' ]| 159:22,000[' ]| 159:22,001[A ]| What, is it done, and hath some Treacherous hand 159:22,002[A ]| With that Rich blood stained our unhappy strand? 159:22,003[H ]| By your commands, I to the shore did run, 159:22,004[H ]| And saw this Treason, in its Horror, done. 159:22,005[H ]| I saw the greatest Mortal lose his Breath, 159:22,006[H ]| And though a sad, I saw a glorious Death. 159:22,007[H ]| And since a story you require from me, 159:22,008[H ]| So much his Honour, and our Infamy: 159:22,009[H ]| Hear then his fate, and wonder, and bewail, 159:22,010[H ]| His three Ships in the Harbour striking sail, 159:22,011[H ]| When to our ready Galleys he approached, 159:22,012[H ]| He thought the King, with his misfortunes touched, 159:22,013[H ]| By noble sense of Honour, did intend 159:22,014[H ]| With all his Court to meet so brave a friend. 159:22,015[H ]| But when he only saw a skiff prepared, 159:22,016[H ]| And that too filled with Ruffians of his guard: 159:22,017[H ]| The ungrateful Treachery did then appear, 159:22,018[H ]| And gave him some approaches of a fear: 159:22,019[H ]| But seeing Armed Men on our Ships and Shore, 159:22,020[H ]| He blushed his Apprehensions were so Poor; 159:22,021[H ]| And when the Danger was so near him brought, 159:22,022[H ]| He only on Cornelia's safety thought. 159:22,023@b | 'Let's but expose, 159:22,023[H ]| says he, 159:22,023@b | 'this single head 159:22,024@b | To a Reception we may so much dread. 159:22,025@b | But whilst I only do the shock sustain, 159:22,026@b | Hasten thy Flight, and my revenge obtain. 159:22,027@b | King Juba is more generously inclined, 159:22,028@b | Where thou thy Father, and my Sons shalt find: 159:22,029@b | But if their Deaths should thee of them deprive, 159:22,030@b | Never Despair while Cato is alive.' 159:22,031[H ]| While their contest, on this, was sad and kind; 159:22,032[H ]| Achilla's fatal boat their Vessel Joined: 159:22,033[H ]| Septimius then, to get him in his Power, 159:22,034[H ]| In the Roman Language called him Emperor; 159:22,035[H ]| And as deputed from the Egyptian Prince, 159:22,036@f | Let, Sir, 159:22,036[H ]| says he, 159:22,036@f | this bark convey you hence; 159:22,037@f | The Shelfs and Sands, which under water lie, 159:22,038@f | To greater Vessels an Access deny. 159:22,039[H ]| The Hero saw, and smiled at this abuse; 159:22,040[H ]| He then received his Wife's and Friends adieus, 159:22,041[H ]| Their stay commanded, and to death did go 159:22,042[H ]| With the same look, as he did Crown's bestow: 159:22,043[H ]| With the same Majesty writ in his Brow, 159:22,044[H ]| He sat unmoved among his Murderers now: 159:22,045[H ]| His steadfast Courage did his Conduct seem, 159:22,046[H ]| Philip his Freed-man only followed him, 159:22,047[H ]| Of whom, what I have told you I did learn, 159:22,048[H ]| But saw the rest my self with sad concern: 159:22,049[H ]| And think, (so mournful it to me appears) 159:22,050[H ]| Caesar himself could not refuse it Tears. 159:22,051[A ]| But spare not mine, not let them intercept 159:22,052[A ]| A story which I have already wept. 159:22,053[H ]| Whilst toward Land they brought him, not a word 159:22,054[H ]| To the unhappy Pompey they afford: 159:22,055[H ]| In which contempt he did foresee his end. 159:22,056[H ]| At length arrived, they ask him to descend, 159:22,057[H ]| He Rising, as Achillas stood behind 159:22,058[H ]| Drawing his Sword, for what they had designed, 159:22,059[H ]| Septimius, and three Romans more, embrewed 159:22,060[H ]| Their Guilty hands in that Heroic Blood. 159:22,061[H ]| Till even Achillas was with horror struck, 159:22,062[H ]| Upon a Rage so Barbarous to look. 159:22,063[A ]| You Gods, who Nations do chastise with War, 159:22,064[A ]| When you Revenge this Death, our Cities spare! 159:22,065[A ]| And not the place, but Actors look upon, 159:22,066[A ]| The crime of Egypt was by Romans done. 159:22,067[A ]| But tell me what this Worthy said, and did. 159:22,068[H ]| With his Robes border he his visage hid, 159:22,069[H ]| Blindly his cruel Destiny obeyed; 159:22,070[H ]| And would not see that Heaven which him betrayed: 159:22,071[H ]| Lest any look of his, in such a stroke, 159:22,072[H ]| Should its assistance, or Revenge invoke. 159:22,073[H ]| Not the least poor complaint fell from his Tongue, 159:22,074[H ]| Or ought that spoke him worthy of his wrong: 159:22,075[H ]| But that despising, made his last Retreat 159:22,076[H ]| To all that in his Life was good or great: 159:22,077[H ]| And held the treason which the King had wrought 159:22,078[H ]| Too much below him to employ his thought. 159:22,079[H ]| His Virtue, by their crime, more brightly shone, 159:22,080[H ]| And his last Gasp was an Illustrious one. 159:22,081[H ]| This great Soul fled, his Body did expose 159:22,082[H ]| To the greedy Eyes of his inhumane Foes: 159:22,083[H ]| His Head, which tumbled on the blushing Deck, 159:22,084[H ]| (By vile Septimius severed from his neck.) 159:22,085[H ]| Upon Achillas lance we fixed see, 159:22,086[H ]| As after Battles Trophies use to be: 159:22,087[H ]| And to conclude a Destiny so sad, 159:22,088[H ]| The Sea was all the Sepulchre he had. 159:22,089[H ]| To fortune now his slaughtered Corpse resigned, 159:22,090[H ]| Floats at the Pleasure of the Wave and Wind. 159:22,091[H ]| The Poor Cornelia at the Dreadful view, 159:22,092[A ]| O Gods! What could she either say or do! 159:22,093[H ]| By dreadful shrieks she tried his Life to shield, 159:22,094[H ]| Then hopeless up to Heaven her hands she held: 159:22,095[H ]| And by her mighty sorrow overthrown, 159:22,096[H ]| Fell either dead, or in a deadly swoon. 159:22,097[H ]| In this Distress, her Ships employ their Oars 159:22,098[H ]| To gain the Sea, and quit those horrid Shores. 159:22,099[H ]| But infamous Septimius having thought 159:22,100[H ]| Cornelia's flight robbed him of half his fault: 159:22,101[H ]| Has with six Ships hastened to her pursuit, 159:22,102[H ]| And the dead Pompey still does persecute. 159:22,103[H ]| But whilst to the King Achillas brings the Prize, 159:22,104[H ]| The trembling People turned away their eyes. 159:22,105[H ]| One does with horror on the guilt reflect, 159:22,106[H ]| And a Revenging Earthquake does expect: 159:22,107[H ]| This hears it Thunder, and that does believe 159:22,108[H ]| Nature a Revolution must receive. 159:22,109[H ]| Their Reason, troubled by the Crimes extent, 159:22,110[H ]| Cannot but dread as vast a Punishment. 159:22,111[H ]| Philip, mean while, shows on the Riverside, 159:22,112[H ]| That his mean fortune a brave soul did hide. 159:22,113[H ]| He curiously examines every wave, 159:22,114[H ]| For that rich Pledge which Treason to them gave: 159:22,115[H ]| That those loved Bones he piously might burn, 159:22,116[H ]| And give him one, though an inglorious Urn. 159:22,117[H ]| And with a little Dust a Tomb erect 159:22,118[H ]| To him who did the Universe subject. 159:22,119[H ]| But whilst Cornelia they one way pursue, 159:22,120[H ]| Another we might Caesars coming view, 159:22,121[H ]| A Navy which can hardly Reckoned be: 159:22,122[A ]| Never doubt it, Achoreus, it is he; 159:22,123[A ]| Tremble bad Men, at your approaching Doom, 159:22,124[A ]| My Breath is now your Destiny become. 159:22,125[A ]| Caesar's come, I'm a Queen, Pompey's revenged, 159:22,126[A ]| Tyranny ruined, and the times are changed. 159:22,127[A ]| But let's with wonder on the Great reflect; 159:22,128[A ]| Pity their Fortune, and our own suspect: 159:22,129[A ]| He who we thought even Fate her self had swayed, 159:22,130[A ]| Who ruled a Senate which the World obeyed: 159:22,131[A ]| Whom his own Rome saw (almost Deified) 159:22,132[A ]| Over the World's three Parts in Triumph ride; 159:22,133[A ]| And who in the last hazards of his Fate, 159:22,134[A ]| Saw both the Consuls on his Standards wait: 159:22,135[A ]| As soon as Fortune one unkindness shows, 159:22,136[A ]| Egyptian Monsters of his Life dispose: 159:22,137[A ]| As a Photinus, or Septimius, can 159:22,138[A ]| Govern the Destiny of such a Man. 159:22,139[A ]| A King who owe's him even the Crown he wears, 159:22,140[A ]| Exposing him to those base Flatterers. 159:22,141[A ]| So fell the mighty Pompey, and so may 159:22,142[A ]| Caesar himself perhaps another day. 159:22,143[A ]| O may the Gods the Augury disprove! 159:22,144[A ]| And make his Fortune constant as my Love. 159:22,145[G ]| The King comes, Madam, who may over-hear. 159:23,000[' ]| 159:23,000[' ]| 159:23,001[C ]| Know you what happiness is Drawing near? 159:23,002[A ]| Yes, I have heard it, the great Caesar's come: 159:23,003[A ]| And Photin shall no more pronounce my Doom: 159:23,004[C ]| That faithful Subject you could never endure. 159:23,005[A ]| No, but am from his Projects now secure. 159:23,006[C ]| Which of his Plots could you so much offend? 159:23,007[A ]| I've much endured, and more may apprehend: 159:23,008[A ]| For such a Politician is not Nice, 159:23,009[A ]| And you are always steered by his Advice. 159:23,010[C ]| If I believe him, I his prudence see. 159:23,011[A ]| And I who fear him, Know his cruelty. 159:23,012[C ]| For a Crown's safety all things just appear. 159:23,013[A ]| That kind of equity creates my fear, 159:23,014[A ]| My share of Power hath been by it lost, 159:23,015[A ]| And now it has the head of Pompey cost. 159:23,016[C ]| Never a game of State was more advised, 159:23,017[C ]| For else by Caesar we had been surprised: 159:23,018[C ]| You see his speed, and we had been subdued, 159:23,019[C ]| Before we could in our defence have stood. 159:23,020[C ]| But now I to a Conqueror so great, 159:23,021[C ]| Your Heart may offer, and my Royal seat. 159:23,022[A ]| Make your own Presents, I'll dispose of mine, 159:23,023[A ]| Nor others Interests with Yours combine. 159:23,024[C ]| Our Blood's the same uniting me and you. 159:23,025[A ]| You might have said, our Rank unites us too. 159:23,026[A ]| We both are Sovereigns, yet 'twill be confessed, 159:23,027[A ]| There is some Difference in our Interest. 159:23,028[C ]| Yes, Sister, for my Heart is well content 159:23,029[C ]| Only with Egypts narrow Continent. 159:23,030[C ]| But now your Beauty Caesars Heart does wound, 159:23,031[C ]| Tagus and Ganges must your Empire bound. 159:23,032[A ]| I have Ambition, but it is confined, 159:23,033[A ]| It may surprise my Soul, but never blind. 159:23,034[A ]| To upbraid me with those bounds there is no need, 159:23,035[A ]| I know my Reach, and shall not that exceed. 159:23,036[C ]| Your Fortune smiles and you the advantage use. 159:23,037[A ]| You may revile me, if I that abuse. 159:23,038[C ]| I hope the best, Love no ill Fruit can bear. 159:23,039[A ]| You seem to hope what really you fear. 159:23,040[A ]| But though the Gods my just pretensions Crown, 159:23,041[A ]| You need not doubt I'll ask but what's my own. 159:23,042[A ]| You never shall Anger from your Sister find, 159:23,043[A ]| Though you're a Cruel Brother, I'll be kind. 159:23,044[C ]| But yet, methinks, you do discover Pride. 159:23,045[A ]| Time is the Standard whereby things are tried. 159:23,046[C ]| Your present carriage that doth plainly show. 159:23,047[A ]| Caesar is come, and you've a Master now. 159:23,048[C ]| I made him mine who the Worlds Master is. 159:23,049[A ]| Pay him your Homage, while I look for his. 159:23,050[A ]| In this Address you may your self be seen, 159:23,051[A ]| But I'll remember that I am a Queen. 159:23,052[A ]| Photin will help you to receive him now, 159:23,053[A ]| Advise with him, he'll tell you what's to do. 159:24,000[' ]| 159:24,000[' ]| 159:24,001[C ]| I have observed thy Counsel, but find since 159:24,002[C ]| To flatter her but swells her insolence. 159:24,003[C ]| For with her Pride she did affront me so. 159:24,004[C ]| That I at last fell into Passion too. 159:24,005[C ]| This Arm enraged by her could scarce forbear 159:24,006[C ]| (Without a Thought that Caesar was so near) 159:24,007[C ]| Dispatching her (as safe as she does seem) 159:24,008[C ]| To have complained to Pompey, not to him. 159:24,009[C ]| She talks already at that haughty rate, 159:24,010[C ]| That if great Caesar please her Pride and Hate, 159:24,011[C ]| And she over him her boasted Empire have, 159:24,012[C ]| Her Brother and her King must be her Slave. 159:24,013[C ]| No, no, we needs must Frustrate that intent, 159:24,014[C ]| Nor poorly wait the Ills we may prevent. 159:24,015[C ]| Let's spoil her of her Power to disdain, 159:24,016[C ]| And break those Charms whereby she hopes to reign: 159:24,017[C ]| Nor after such indignities, let's brook, 159:24,018[C ]| That she should buy my Sceptre with a look. 159:24,019[D ]| Do not for Caesar, Sir, pretence provide 159:24,020[D ]| That Egypt should be to his Triumphs Tied: 159:24,021[D ]| For this Ambitious Man which through the world 159:24,022[D ]| Hath War and Slavery together hurled; 159:24,023[D ]| Swelled with his Conquest and a Rage so smart, 159:24,024[D ]| As such a loss writes in a Lovers Heart: 159:24,025[D ]| Though you but act what Equity approves, 159:24,026[D ]| Will thence ground his revenge for what he loves: 159:24,027[D ]| As for a crime, He'll you to Bondage bring, 159:24,028[D ]| Though you did only what became a King. 159:24,029[C ]| If Cleopatra sees him she's a Queen. 159:24,030[D ]| But if she die, your Ruin is foreseen. 159:24,031[C ]| Who ruins me should on my fall attend. 159:24,032[D ]| To ruin her you must your-self befriend. 159:24,033[C ]| What? must my Crown upon her Temples shine? 159:24,034[C ]| No, if my Sceptre I must needs resign, 159:24,035[C ]| The Conqueror shall rather it command. 159:24,036[D ]| You'll sooner force it from a Sisters hand. 159:24,037[D ]| How great soever now his flames appear, 159:24,038[D ]| He must be gone, and leave You Master here. 159:24,039[D ]| Love in such Men seldom that room can find 159:24,040[D ]| Which to their Interest will not be resigned. 159:24,041[D ]| With Juba, Scipio, and with Pompey's Sons, 159:24,042[D ]| Spain, to Revenge, he knows, with Afric runs: 159:24,043[D ]| And while that Party are not yet overthrown, 159:24,044[D ]| He cannot safely call the World his own. 159:24,045[D ]| Caesar's too great a Captain, to oversee 159:24,046[D ]| The pursuit of Pharsalia's Victory: 159:24,047[D ]| And leave such fierce Hearts on revenge intent, 159:24,048[D ]| To rise from their so late Astonishment. 159:24,049[D ]| If he his ends obtain, and them overcome, 159:24,050[D ]| He his gained Empire must secure at Rome: 159:24,051[D ]| And there the fruit of his success enjoy, 159:24,052[D ]| Whilst he at pleasure does her laws Destroy. 159:24,053[D ]| Judge in that time, what great things you may do, 159:24,054[D ]| See Caesar then, and strive to please him too. 159:24,055[D ]| Resign him all, but yet this Rule intend, 159:24,056[D ]| That future things on accidents Depend. 159:24,057[D ]| Your Throne and Sceptre give into his hand, 159:24,058[D ]| And without murmur yield to his Command: 159:24,059[D ]| He will believe that Justice he shall do 159:24,060[D ]| If he your Fathers Testament pursue; 159:24,061[D ]| Besides, this signal service you have done 159:24,062[D ]| Will give you still some Title to your Throne. 159:24,063[D ]| Entire submission to his Orders show, 159:24,064[D ]| Applaud his judgment, but then let him go. 159:24,065[D ]| That time for our Revenge will be most fit 159:24,066[D ]| When we can act, as well as think of it. 159:24,067[D ]| With temper let these Passions then be born, 159:24,068[D ]| Which were excited by your Sisters scorn. 159:24,069[D ]| Boasts are but Air, and he revenges best, 159:24,070[D ]| Who Acts his braver Thoughts, yet talks the least. 159:24,071[C ]| O thy Advice my greatest Comfort brings, 159:24,072[C ]| A prudent Counsellor's the bliss of Kings. 159:24,073[C ]| Come dear Supporter of my Throne, let's go, 159:24,074[C ]| And to save all, on Caesar all bestow. 159:24,075[C ]| His Pride lets flatter with an empty State, 159:24,076[C ]| And with our whole Fleet on him hither Wait. 159:24,000[' ]| 159:24,000[' ]| 159:24,077[X ]| <1.> See how Victorious Caesar's Pride 159:24,078[X ]| Does Neptune's Bosom sweep! 159:24,079[X ]| And with Thessalian Fortune ride 159:24,080[X ]| In Triumph over the Deep. 159:24,081[X ]| <2.> What Rival of the Gods is this 159:24,082[X ]| Who dare's do more then they? 159:24,083[X ]| Whose Feet the Fates themselves do kiss, 159:24,084[X ]| And Sea, and Land obey. 159:24,085[X ]| <1.> What can the fortunate withstand? 159:24,086[X ]| For this resistless He, 159:24,087[X ]| Rivers of Blood brings on the Land, 159:24,088[X ]| And Bulwarks on the Sea. 159:24,089[X ]| <2.> Since Gods as well as Men submit, 159:24,090[X ]| And Caesar's favours woe, 159:24,091[X ]| Virtue her self may think it fit. 159:24,092[X ]| That Egypt court him too. 159:24,093[X ]| <1.> But Pompey's Head's a rate too dear, 159:24,094[X ]| For by that impious price 159:24,095[X ]| The God less Noble will appear 159:24,096[X ]| Than does the Sacrifice. 159:24,097[X ]| <2.> If Justice be a thing divine, 159:24,098[X ]| The Gods should it maintain, 159:24,099[X ]| For us to attempt what they decline, 159:24,100[X ]| Would be as rash as vain. 159:24,101[X ]| How desperate is our Princes Fate? 159:24,102[X ]| What hazard does he run? 159:24,103[X ]| He must be wicked to be great, 159:24,104[X ]| Or to be just, undone. 159:31,000[' ]| 159:31,000[' ]| 159:31,001[G ]| Yes, whilst the King himself is gone to meet 159:31,002[G ]| Caesar, and lay his Sceptre at his Feet. 159:31,003[G ]| To her Apartment Cleopatra went, 159:31,004[G ]| And there unmoved expects his Complement. 159:31,005[G ]| What words have you to clothe this Humour in? 159:31,006[H ]| 'Tis Noble Pride and worthy of a Queen. 159:31,007[H ]| Who with Heroic courage does make good 159:31,008[H ]| The Honour of her Rank, and of her Blood. 159:31,009[H ]| May I speak to Her? 159:31,009[G ]| No, but she hath sent. 159:31,010[G ]| Me to inquire this meetings great event. 159:31,011[G ]| How Caesar on this Gift himself explained, 159:31,012[G ]| Whether it were acknowledged or disdained. 159:31,013[G ]| If he the fierce takes, or the gentler way, 159:31,014[G ]| And what he to our Murderers could say. 159:31,015[H ]| The head of Pompey hath already cost 159:31,016[H ]| More then they will have any cause to boast: 159:31,017[H ]| For whether Caesar be or seem severe, 159:31,018[H ]| Yet I for them have ground enough to fear. 159:31,019[H ]| If they loved Ptolomy, they served him ill, 159:31,020[H ]| You saw him part, and I pursued him still. 159:31,021[H ]| When from the City his well ordered Fleet 159:31,022[H ]| Advanced a League, that they might Caesar meet; 159:31,023[H ]| He with spread Sails arrived, and as in Wars 159:31,024[H ]| He still had been the Favourite of Mars: 159:31,025[H ]| So Neptune to his Navy was so kind, 159:31,026[H ]| His Fortune was not fairer than his wind. 159:31,027[H ]| Our Prince was so astonished when they met, 159:31,028[H ]| As if he did his Crowned Head forget. 159:31,029[H ]| Through his false Joy his Terror he Confessed, 159:31,030[H ]| And all his Actions his low Thoughts expressed. 159:31,031[H ]| I my self blushed as at a shameful Thing, 159:31,032[H ]| There to see Ptolomy, but not the King; 159:31,033[H ]| Caesar who saw his Courage thus expire, 159:31,034[H ]| In pity flattered him to raise it higher. 159:31,035[H ]| He with low voice offering his Fatal gift, 159:31,036@c | 'Now Sir, 159:31,036[H ]| says he, 159:31,036@c | you have no Rival left. 159:31,037@c | What, in Thessalia, not the Gods could do, 159:31,038@c | I give you Pompey and Cornelia too. 159:31,039@c | Here's one, and though the other flight did take, 159:31,040@c | Six Ships of mine will quickly bring her back.' 159:31,041[H ]| Achillas then the great Head did expose, 159:31,042[H ]| Which still to speak it self seemed to dispose. 159:31,043[H ]| At this new injury some warm Remain 159:31,044[H ]| Did in imperfect groans seem to complain. 159:31,045[H ]| I thought his open mouth and ghastly look, 159:31,046[H ]| Recalled the Soul which scarce her leave had took; 159:31,047[H ]| And his last anger seemed, with dying Breath, 159:31,048[H ]| To Charge the Gods with his Defeat and Death. 159:31,049[H ]| Caesar seemed Thunder-stricken at this view, 159:31,050[H ]| As not resolved what to believe or do. 159:31,051[H ]| Immovably on that sad Object tied; 159:31,052[H ]| He long from us his inward thought did hide, 159:31,053[H ]| And I would say, if I durst make a guess, 159:31,054[H ]| By what our Nature uses to express: 159:31,055[H ]| Some such malignant Pleasure he enjoyed, 159:31,056[H ]| As his offended honour scarce destroyed. 159:31,057[H ]| That the whole World now in his Power lies, 159:31,058[H ]| Could not but bring some flattering surprise. 159:31,059[H ]| But though a while this Conflict he endured, 159:31,060[H ]| Yet his great Soul it self soon re-assured. 159:31,061[H ]| Though he loves Power, yet he Treason hates, 159:31,062[H ]| Himself he judges, on himself debates. 159:31,063[H ]| Each Joy and Grief at reasons bar appears, 159:31,064[H ]| At length resolved, he first let fall some Tears. 159:31,065[H ]| His Virtues Empire he by force regains, 159:31,066[H ]| And Noblest Thoughts by that weak sign explains. 159:31,067[H ]| The horrid present from his sight expelled, 159:31,068[H ]| His Eyes and Hands he up to Heaven held. 159:31,069[H ]| In a few words their Insolence repressed, 159:31,070[H ]| And after did in Pensive silence rest. 159:31,071[H ]| Nor even to his Romans could reply, 159:31,072[H ]| But with a heavy sigh and furious Eye. 159:31,073[H ]| At last with thirty Cohorts come to Land, 159:31,074[H ]| To seize the Gates and Ports he does command. 159:31,075[H ]| The Guards he set, and secret Orders sent, 159:31,076[H ]| Show his Distrust, as well as Discontent. 159:31,077[H ]| Egypt he speaks of, as a Province won, 159:31,078[H ]| And now calls Pompey not a Foe, but Son. 159:31,079[H ]| This I observed. 159:31,079[G ]| By which the Queen may find 159:31,080[G ]| The Just Osiris to her Vows inclined: 159:31,081[G ]| Whilst with this happy News to her I fly, 159:31,082[G ]| Do you preserve her your Fidelity. 159:31,083[H ]| Never doubt it; but here Caesar comes, go then 159:31,084[H ]| Describe the Consternation of our Men: 159:31,085[H ]| And whatsoever proves to be their Fate; 159:31,086[H ]| I'll first observe, and then to her Relate. 159:32,000[' ]| 159:32,000[' ]| 159:32,001[C ]| Great Sir, ascend the Throne, and govern Us. 159:32,002[I ]| Do you know Caesar, and speak to him thus? 159:32,003[I ]| What worse could envious Fortune offer me? 159:32,004[I ]| Who alike hate a Crown, and Infamy. 159:32,005[I ]| This to accept would all my Boast confute, 159:32,006[I ]| That Rome did me unjustly persecute: 159:32,007[I ]| Rome, who both scorns, and gives Crowns every where, 159:32,008[I ]| And nothing sees in Kings, to love or fear; 159:32,009[I ]| Nay, at our Birth, does all our Souls inflame, 159:32,010[I ]| To slight the Rank, and to abhor the Name. 159:32,011[I ]| This truth you might have learned from Pompey, who 159:32,012[I ]| If he such Offers liked could shun them too. 159:32,013[I ]| Both Throne and King had honoured been to afford 159:32,014[I ]| Service to him who had them both restored: 159:32,015[I ]| So glorious had been even ill success, 159:32,016[I ]| In such a Cause, that Triumphs had been less: 159:32,017[I ]| And if your Fortune safety had denied, 159:32,018[I ]| To have bestowed it, had been Caesars Pride: 159:32,019[I ]| But though you would not own so brave a strife, 159:32,020[I ]| What right had you to that Illustrious Life? 159:32,021[I ]| Who that rich Blood to wash your hands allowed, 159:32,022[I ]| That to the meanest Roman should have bowed? 159:32,023[I ]| Was it for you Pharsalia's Field I won; 159:32,024[I ]| Wherein so many Nations were undone? 159:32,025[I ]| And did I purchase at so high a Rate, 159:32,026[I ]| That you should be the Arbiters of Fate? 159:32,027[I ]| If I in Pompey that could never admit, 159:32,028[I ]| Shall you escape, over him assuming it? 159:32,029[I ]| How much is my Success abused by you, 159:32,030[I ]| Who attempt more then ever I durst do? 159:32,031[I ]| What Name, think you, will such a blow become, 159:32,032[I ]| Which has usurped the Sovereignty of Rome? 159:32,033[I ]| And in one Person did affront her more 159:32,034[I ]| Then could the Asian Massacre before. 159:32,035[I ]| Do you imagine I shall ever agree 159:32,036[I ]| You would have been more scrupulous for me? 159:32,037[I ]| No, had you Pompey here Victorious seen, 159:32,038[I ]| My Head to him had such a Present been: 159:32,039[I ]| I to my Conquest your submissions owe, 159:32,040[I ]| When all Wrongs had pursued my Overthrow. 159:32,041[I ]| You do adore the Conqueror, not me; 159:32,042[I ]| I but enjoy it by Felicity. 159:32,043[I ]| Dangerous Friendship! Kindness to be feared! 159:32,044[I ]| Which turns with Fortune, and by her is steered. 159:32,045[I ]| But speak; this Silence does increase your Sin. 159:32,046[C ]| Never hath my Confusion greater been; 159:32,047[C ]| And I believe, Sir, you'll allow it me, 159:32,048[C ]| Since I, a King born, now a Master see: 159:32,049[C ]| Where at my frown each Man did trembling stand, 159:32,050[C ]| And every Word of mine was a Command; 159:32,051[C ]| I see a New Court, and Another sway, 159:32,052[C ]| And I have nothing left, but to obey: 159:32,053[C ]| Your very Look abates my Spirits force; 159:32,054[C ]| And can it be regained by your Discourse? 159:32,055[C ]| Judge how I can from such a Trouble cease, 159:32,056[C ]| Which my Respects create, and Fears increase: 159:32,057[C ]| And what can an astonished Prince express, 159:32,058[C ]| Who Anger sees in that Majestic Dress? 159:32,059[C ]| And whose Amazements do his Soul subdue, 159:32,060[C ]| That Pompey's Death should be revenged by You. 159:32,061[C ]| Yet I must say, whatever he bestowed, 159:32,062[C ]| We owe you more, then ever him we owed: 159:32,063[C ]| Your Favour was the first to us expressed, 159:32,064[C ]| And all he did, was done at your Request; 159:32,065[C ]| He did the Senate move for injured Kings 159:32,066[C ]| And them that Prayer to our Assistance brings. 159:32,067[C ]| But all that he for Egypt could obtain, 159:32,068[C ]| Without your Money, Sir, had been in vain: 159:32,069[C ]| By that his Rebels our late King subdued, 159:32,070[C ]| And you have Right to all our Gratitude: 159:32,071[C ]| We Pompey as your Friend and Son revered, 159:32,072[C ]| But when he your Competitor appeared, 159:32,073[C ]| When of your Fortune he suspicious grew, 159:32,074[C ]| Tyranny sought and dared to fight with you ~~ 159:32,075[I ]| Forbear, your hatreds Thirst his Blood supplies, 159:32,076[I ]| Touch not his Glory, let his Life suffice; 159:32,077[I ]| Say nothing here that Rome still dares deny, 159:32,078[I ]| But plead your Cause without a Calumny. 159:32,079[C ]| Then let the Gods be Judges of his Thought; 159:32,080[C ]| I only say, That in the Wars last fought, 159:32,081[C ]| To which so many Wrongs did you persuade, 159:32,082[C ]| Our Vows for your success were only made: 159:32,083[C ]| And since he ever sought your Blood to spill, 159:32,084[C ]| I thought his Death a necessary Ill. 159:32,085[C ]| For as his groundless Hatred daily grew, 159:32,086[C ]| He would, by all ways, the Dispute renew; 159:32,087[C ]| Or if, at length, he fell into your Hand 159:32,088[C ]| We feared your Mercy would your Right with-stand: 159:32,089[C ]| For to that pitch your sense of Honour flies, 159:32,090[C ]| As would to Fame your Safety Sacrifice; 159:32,091[C ]| Which made me Judge, in so extreme an Ill, 159:32,092[C ]| We ought to serve you, Sir, against your Will; 159:32,093[C ]| My forward Zeal the occasion did embrace, 159:32,094[C ]| Without your leave, and to my own disgrace: 159:32,095[C ]| And this you as a Crime in me disclaim, 159:32,096[C ]| But nothing done for you deserves that Name: 159:32,097[C ]| I stained my Hands, your Danger to remove, 159:32,098[C ]| Which Act you may enjoy, and disapprove; 159:32,099[C ]| Nay by my Guilt my Merit higher grows; 159:32,100[C ]| Since I my Glory gave for your Repose 159:32,101[C ]| And by that greatest Victim have procured 159:32,102[C ]| Your Glory and your Power to be assured. 159:32,103[I ]| You employ, Ptolomy, such Crafty Words, 159:32,104[I ]| And weak Excuses as your Cause affords; 159:32,105[I ]| Your Zeal was false, if 'twere afraid to see 159:32,106[I ]| What all Mankind begged of the Gods should be: 159:32,107[I ]| And did to you such subtleties Convey, 159:32,108[I ]| As Stole the Fruit of all my Wars away; 159:32,109[I ]| Where Honour me engaged, and where the end 159:32,110[I ]| Was of a Foe subdued, to make a Friend; 159:32,111[I ]| Where the worst Enemies that I have met, 159:32,112[I ]| When they are conquered, I as Brother Treat: 159:32,113[I ]| And my Ambition only this Designed, 159:32,114[I ]| To Kill their Hate, and force them to be kind; 159:32,115[I ]| How blest a Period of the War it had been, 159:32,116[I ]| If the glad World had in one Chariot seen 159:32,117[I ]| Pompey and Caesar at once to have sat 159:32,118[I ]| Triumphant over all their former Hate! 159:32,119[I ]| These were the Dangers you feared should befall; 159:32,120[I ]| O fear Ridiculous! and Criminal! 159:32,121[I ]| You feared my Mercy, but that trouble quit, 159:32,122[I ]| And wish it rather; you have need of it: 159:32,123[I ]| For I am sure strict Justice would consent 159:32,124[I ]| I should appease Rome with your punishment. 159:32,125[I ]| Not your Respects, nor your Repentance now, 159:32,126[I ]| No nor your Rank, preserves you from that Blow: 159:32,127[I ]| Even on your Throne I would revenge your Guilt, 159:32,128[I ]| But Cleopatra's Blood must not be spilt: 159:32,129[I ]| Wherefore your Flatterers only I condemn; 159:32,130[I ]| And must expect you'll do me Right on them: 159:32,131[I ]| For what in this I shall observe you do, 159:32,132[I ]| Must be the rule of my Esteem for you: 159:32,133[I ]| To the great Pompey Altars now erect, 159:32,134[I ]| And to him pay, as to the Gods, Respect. 159:32,135[I ]| By Sacrifices your Offence expel, 159:32,136[I ]| But have a Care you choose your Victims well. 159:32,137[I ]| Go then, and whilst you do for this prepare, 159:32,138[I ]| I must stay here about another Care. 159:33,000[' ]| 159:33,000[' ]| 159:33,001[I ]| Antonius, have you this bright Princess seen? 159:33,002[J ]| Yes, Sir, I have, and she's a matchless, Queen; 159:33,003[J ]| With such proportion Heaven never yet 159:33,004[J ]| All Beauties both of Mind and Body knit; 159:33,005[J ]| So sweet a Greatness in her Face does shine, 159:33,006[J ]| The Noblest Courage must to it resign; 159:33,007[J ]| Her Looks and Language with such ease subdue, 159:33,008[J ]| If I were Caesar, I should love her too. 159:33,009[I ]| How was the Offer of my Love received? 159:33,010[J ]| As doubted, and yet inwardly believed: 159:33,011[J ]| She modestly declined her highest aims, 159:33,012[J ]| And thinks she Merits what she most disclaims. 159:33,013[I ]| But can I hope her love? 159:33,013[J ]| Can she have yours? 159:33,014[J ]| As that your joys, so this her Crown secures. 159:33,015[J ]| To gain that Heart can you believe it hard, 159:33,016[J ]| Whose kindness you with Empire can reward? 159:33,017[J ]| Then let your Passion all its Doubts disband, 159:33,018[J ]| For what can Pompey's Conqueror withstand? 159:33,019[J ]| But yet her Fear to her remembrance brings, 159:33,020[J ]| How little Rome hath ever valued Kings; 159:33,021[J ]| And more then that, she dreads Calphurnia's Love; 159:33,022[J ]| But both these Rubs your presence will remove, 159:33,023[J ]| And your successful Hope all Mists will break, 159:33,024[J ]| If you vouchsafe but for your Self to speak. 159:33,025[I ]| Let's go then, and these needless scruples quit, 159:33,026[I ]| Showing my Heart to Her that wounded it: 159:33,027[I ]| Come, let us stay no longer. 159:33,027[J ]| But first know, 159:33,028[J ]| Cornelia is within your Power now: 159:33,029[J ]| Septimius brings her, boasting of his Fault, 159:33,030[J ]| And thinks by that he hath your Favour bought. 159:33,031[J ]| But once ashore, your Guards (by Orders taught) 159:33,032[J ]| No notice took, but hither both have brought. 159:33,033[I ]| Then let her enter: Ah unwelcome News! 159:33,034[I ]| Which my Impatience does so roughly use! 159:33,035[I ]| O Heaven! and am I not allowed to pay 159:33,036[I ]| My Love this small remainder of one day? 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,001[F ]| Sir. ~~ 159:34,001[I ]| Go Septimius, for your Master look, 159:34,002[I ]| Caesar a Traitors presence cannot Brook; 159:34,003[I ]| A Roman, who to serve a King could be 159:34,004[I ]| Content, when he had Pompey served, and me. 159:34,005[' ]| 159:34,006[K ]| Caesar, that envious Fate which I can brave, 159:34,007[K ]| Makes me thy Prisoner, but not thy Slave: 159:34,008[K ]| Expect not then my Heart should ever afford 159:34,009[K ]| To pay thee Homage, or to call thee Lord: 159:34,010[K ]| How rude soever Fortune makes her Blow; 159:34,011[K ]| I Crassus Widow once, and Pompey's now; 159:34,012[K ]| Great Scipio's Daughter, (and what's higher yet) 159:34,013[K ]| A Roman, have a Courage still more great; 159:34,014[K ]| And of all Strokes her Cruelty can give, 159:34,015[K ]| Nothing can make me blush, but that I live, 159:34,016[K ]| And have not followed Pompey, when he died; 159:34,017[K ]| For though the Means to do it were denied, 159:34,018[K ]| And Cruel Pity would not let me have 159:34,019[K ]| The quick assistance of a Steel or Wave, 159:34,020[K ]| Yet I'm ashamed, that after such a Woe, 159:34,021[K ]| Grief had not done as much as they could do: 159:34,022[K ]| Death had been glorious, and had set me free 159:34,023[K ]| As from my Sorrow then, so now from Thee. 159:34,024[K ]| Yet I must thank the Gods, though so severe, 159:34,025[K ]| That since I must come hither, Thou art here: 159:34,026[K ]| That Caesar reigns here, and not Ptolomy; 159:34,027[K ]| And yet, O Heaven! what Stars do govern me? 159:34,028[K ]| That some faint kind of satisfaction 'tis, 159:34,029[K ]| To meet here with my greatest Enemies; 159:34,030[K ]| And into their Hands that I rather fall, 159:34,031[K ]| Then into His that owed my Husband all. 159:34,032[K ]| But of thy Conquest, Caesar, make no boast, 159:34,033[K ]| Which to my single Destiny thou owest; 159:34,034[K ]| I both my Husbands Fortunes have defaced, 159:34,035[K ]| And twice have caused the whole World to be disgraced; 159:34,036[K ]| My Nuptial Knot twice ominously tied, 159:34,037[K ]| Banished the Gods from the Uprighter Side; 159:34,038[K ]| Happy in misery I had been, if it, 159:34,039[K ]| For Rome's advantage, had with Thee been Knit; 159:34,040[K ]| And on thy House that I could so dispense 159:34,041[K ]| All my own Stars malignant influence: 159:34,042[K ]| For never think my Hatred can grow less, 159:34,043[K ]| Since I the Roman Constancy profess; 159:34,044[K ]| And though thy Captive, yet a Heart like mine 159:34,045[K ]| Can never stoop to hope for ought from Thine: 159:34,046[K ]| Command, but think not to subject my Will, 159:34,047[K ]| Remember this, I am Cornelia still. 159:34,048[I ]| O Worthy Widow of a Man so brave! 159:34,049[I ]| Whose Courage, Wonder, Fate does pity crave; 159:34,050[I ]| Your generous Thoughts do quickly make us know 159:34,051[I ]| To whom your Birth, to whom your Love you owe; 159:34,052[I ]| And we may find, by your Hearts glorious frame, 159:34,053[I ]| Both to, and from what Families you came; 159:34,054[I ]| Young Crassus Soul, and noble Pompey's too, 159:34,055[I ]| Whose Virtues Fortune cheated of their due; 159:34,056[I ]| The Scipio's Blood, who saved our Deities, 159:34,057[I ]| Speak in your Tongue, and sparkle in your Eyes; 159:34,058[I ]| And Rome her self hath not an ancient Stem, 159:34,059[I ]| Whose Wife or Daughter hath more honoured them: 159:34,060[I ]| Would to those Gods your Ancestors once saved, 159:34,061[I ]| When Hannibal them at their Altars braved, 159:34,062[I ]| That your dear Hero had declined this Port, 159:34,063[I ]| And better known a false Barbarians Court; 159:34,064[I ]| And had not his uncertain Honour tried, 159:34,065[I ]| But rather on our Ancient love relied; 159:34,066[I ]| That he had suffered my successful Arms, 159:34,067[I ]| Only to vanquish his unjust Alarms; 159:34,068[I ]| Then he, without distrusting me, had stayed 159:34,069[I ]| Till he had heard what Caesar could have said; 159:34,070[I ]| And I, in spite of all our former strife, 159:34,071[I ]| Would then have begged him to accept of Life; 159:34,072[I ]| Forget my Conquest, and that Rival Love, 159:34,073[I ]| Who fought, but that I might his Equal prove: 159:34,074[I ]| Then I, with a content entirely great, 159:34,075[I ]| Had Prayed the Gods to Pardon his Defeat; 159:34,076[I ]| And giving me his Friendship to possess, 159:34,077[I ]| He had prayed Rome to Pardon my success. 159:34,078[I ]| But since Fate, so Ambitious to destroy, 159:34,079[I ]| Hath robbed the World, and Us, of so much Joy, 159:34,080[I ]| Caesar must strive to acquit himself to you, 159:34,081[I ]| Of what was your Illustrious Husbands due: 159:34,082[I ]| Enjoy your self then, with all freedom, here: 159:34,083[I ]| Only two days my Prisoner appear; 159:34,084[I ]| And witness be, how after our Debate, 159:34,085[I ]| I shall revere his Name, revenge his Fate; 159:34,086[I ]| You this Account to Italy may yield, 159:34,087[I ]| What Pride I borrow from Thessalia's Field. 159:34,088[I ]| I leave you to your self, and shall Retire; 159:34,089[I ]| Lepidus, furnish her to her desire; 159:34,090[I ]| As Roman Ladies have respected been, 159:34,091[I ]| So Honour her, (that is,) above a Queen. 159:34,092[I ]| Madam, command; all shall your Orders wait. 159:34,093[K ]| O Gods! how many Virtues must I hate. 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,094[B ]| From lasting and unclouded Day, 159:34,095[B ]| From Joys refined above Allay, 159:34,096[B ]| And from a spring without decay. 159:34,097[B ]| I come, by Cynthia's borrowed Beams 159:34,098[B ]| To visit my Cornelia's Dreams, 159:34,099[B ]| And give them yet sublimer Themes. 159:34,100[B ]| Behold the Man thou lovedst before, 159:34,101[B ]| Pure streams have washed away his Gore, 159:34,102[B ]| And Pompey now shall bleed no more. 159:34,103[B ]| By Death my Glory I resume; 159:34,104[B ]| For 'twould have been a harsher Doom 159:34,105[B ]| To outlive the Liberty of Rome. 159:34,106[B ]| By me her doubtful fortune tried, 159:34,107[B ]| Falling, bequeaths my Fame this Pride, 159:34,108[B ]| I for it lived, and with it Died. 159:34,109[B ]| Nor shall my Vengeance be withstood 159:34,110[B ]| Or unattended with a Flood, 159:34,111[B ]| Of Roman and Egyptian Blood. 159:34,112[B ]| Caesar himself it shall pursue, 159:34,113[B ]| His days shall troubled be, and few, 159:34,114[B ]| And he shall fall by Treason too. 159:34,115[B ]| He, by severity Divine 159:34,116[B ]| Shall be an offering at my Shrine; 159:34,117[B ]| As I was his, he must be mine. 159:34,118[B ]| Thy stormy Life regret no more, 159:34,119[B ]| For Fate shall waft thee soon a shore, 159:34,120[B ]| And to thy Pompey thee restore. 159:34,121[B ]| Where past the fears of sad removes 159:34,122[B ]| We'll entertain our spotless Loves, 159:34,123[B ]| In beauteous, and Immortal Groves. 159:34,124[B ]| There none a Guilty Crown shall wear. 159:34,125[B ]| Nor Caesar be Dictator there. 159:34,126[B ]| Nor shall Cornelia shed a Tear. 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,000[' ]| 159:34,127[K ]| What have I seen? and whither is it gone 159:34,128[K ]| How great the vision! and how quickly done! 159:34,129[K ]| Yet if in Dreams we future things can see, 159:34,130[K ]| There's still some Joy laid up in Fate for me, 159:34,000[' ]| 159:41,000[' ]| 159:41,000[' ]| 159:41,001[C ]| What? with that Hand, and with that Sword which had 159:41,002[C ]| A Victim of the unhappy Pompey made, 159:41,003[C ]| Saw you Septimius, fled from Caesars hate, 159:41,004[C ]| Give such a bloody Period to his Fate? 159:41,005[E ]| He's Dead, Sir, and by that you may collect, 159:41,006[E ]| What shame (foreseen by him) you must expect: 159:41,007[D ]| You may by this slow anger know, 159:41,008[D ]| The violent does quickly come and go: 159:41,009[D ]| But the considered Indignation grows 159:41,010[D ]| Stronger by Age, and gives the fiercer Blows; 159:41,011[D ]| In vain you hope his Fury to assuage, 159:41,012[D ]| Who now secure does Politically rage; 159:41,013[D ]| He safely for his Fame concerned appears, 159:41,014[D ]| Pompey, alive, abhorred; he dead reveres: 159:41,015[D ]| And of his Slaughter by this Art doth choose, 159:41,016[D ]| To act the vengeance, and yet make the use. 159:41,017[C ]| Had I believed Thee, I had never known 159:41,018[C ]| A Master here, nor been without a Throne: 159:41,019@z | 'But still with this Imprudence Kings are cursed, 159:41,020@z | To hear too much Advice, and choose the worst; 159:41,021@z | At the Pits brink Fate does their Reason bind; 159:41,022@z | Or if some hint they of their Danger find, 159:41,023@z | Yet that false Light amiss their Judgement steers, 159:41,024@z | Plunges them in, and then it disappears.' 159:41,025[D ]| I must confess I Caesar did mistake, 159:41,026[D ]| Since such a Service he a Crime does make: 159:41,027[D ]| But yet his side hath streams, and those alone 159:41,028[D ]| Can expiate your fault, and fix your Throne. 159:41,029[D ]| I no more say, you silently should bear, 159:41,030[D ]| And your Revenge, till he be gone, defer: 159:41,031[D ]| No, I a better Remedy esteem, 159:41,032[D ]| To justify his Rivals Death on him. 159:41,033[D ]| When you the First Act by the last make good, 159:41,034[D ]| And Caesar's shed, as well as Pompey's Blood, 159:41,035[D ]| Rome will no difference in her Tyrants know, 159:41,036[D ]| But will to you, from both, her Freedom owe. 159:41,037[C ]| Yes, Yes, to this all reasons do persuade; 159:41,038[C ]| Let's fear no more the Greatness we have made; 159:41,039[C ]| Caesar shall still from Us receive his Doom, 159:41,040[C ]| And twice in one day we'll dispose of Rome; 159:41,041[C ]| As Bondage first, let's Freedom next bestow; 159:41,042[C ]| Let not thy Actions, Caesar, swell Thee so; 159:41,043[C ]| But call to mind what thou hast seen me do; 159:41,044[C ]| Pompey was Mortal, and so thou art too; 159:41,045[C ]| Thou enviedst him, for his exceeding thee, 159:41,046[C ]| And I think, thou hast no more Lives, than he; 159:41,047[C ]| Thy own Compassion for my Fate does show 159:41,048[C ]| That thy Heart may be Penetrable too: 159:41,049[C ]| Then let thy Justice threaten as it please, 159:41,050[C ]| 'Tis I, must with thy ruin, Rome appease; 159:41,051[C ]| And of that Cruel Mercy Vengeance take, 159:41,052[C ]| Which spares a King, but for his Sisters sake. 159:41,053[C ]| My Life and Power shall not exposed be 159:41,054[C ]| To her resentment, or thy Levity; 159:41,055[C ]| Lest thou, to morrow, shouldst at such a Rate 159:41,056[C ]| Reward her Love, or else revenge her Hate: 159:41,057[C ]| More noble Maxims shall my fears expel; 159:41,058[C ]| Thou badst me once to choose my Victims well, 159:41,059[C ]| And my Obedience thou in this shalt see, 159:41,060[C ]| Who know no Victim worthier than thee, 159:41,061[C ]| Nor the Immolation of whose Blood will draw 159:41,062[C ]| Better Acceptance from thy Son in Law. 159:41,063[C ]| But vainly, Friends, we thus foment our Rage, 159:41,064[C ]| Unless we knew, what Strength we could engage; 159:41,065[C ]| All this may be unprofitable hear, 159:41,066[C ]| The Tyrants Forces being here so great; 159:41,067[C ]| But of our Power let us be first agreed, 159:41,068[C ]| And in what time and method to proceed. 159:41,069[E ]| We may do much, Sir, in our present State, 159:41,070[E ]| Two miles from hence six thousand Soldiers wait; 159:41,071[E ]| Which I, foreseeing some new Discontents, 159:41,072[E ]| Have kept in readiness, for all Events; 159:41,073[E ]| Caesar with all his Arts could not foresee 159:41,074[E ]| That underneath this Town a Vault should be, 159:41,075[E ]| By which this night we to the Palace may 159:41,076[E ]| Our Men with Ease, and without Noise convey; 159:41,077[E ]| To assault his Life by open force alone, 159:41,078[E ]| Would be the only way to lose your Own: 159:41,079[E ]| We must surprise him, and act our design, 159:41,080[E ]| When he is Drunk with Pleasure, Love and Wine. 159:41,081[E ]| The People are all ours; for when he made 159:41,082[E ]| His entry, Horror did their Souls invade; 159:41,083[E ]| When with a Pomp so arrogantly grave, 159:41,084[E ]| His Fasces did our Royal Ensigns brave; 159:41,085[E ]| I marked what Rage at that Injurious view, 159:41,086[E ]| From their incensed Eyes, like sparkles, flew; 159:41,087[E ]| And they so much did with their fury strive, 159:41,088[E ]| That your least Countenance may it revive. 159:41,089[E ]| Septimius Soldiers filled with greater hate, 159:41,090[E ]| Struck with the Terror of their Leaders Fate, 159:41,091[E ]| Seek nothing but revenge on him, who them 159:41,092[E ]| Did, in their Captains Person, so contemn. 159:41,093[C ]| But what way to approach him can be found 159:41,094[C ]| If at the Feast his Guards do him surround? 159:41,095[D ]| Cornelia's Men, who have already known 159:41,096[D ]| Among your Romans Kindred of their own, 159:41,097[D ]| Seem to persuade us they would help afford 159:41,098[D ]| To Sacrifice their Tyrant, to their Lord; 159:41,099[D ]| Nay, have assured it, and much better may 159:41,100[D ]| Than we, to Caesar the first stabs convey; 159:41,101[D ]| His Clemency (not only false but vain) 159:41,102[D ]| Which Courts Cornelia, that He Rome may gain, 159:41,103[D ]| Will to his Person give them such access, 159:41,104[D ]| As may assure our Plot of a success. 159:41,105[D ]| But Cleopatra comes; to Her appear 159:41,106[D ]| Only possessed with Weakness, and with Fear: 159:41,107[D ]| Let us withdraw, Sir, for you know that we 159:41,108[D ]| Are Objects she will much abhor to see. 159:41,109[C ]| Go wait me. ~~ 159:42,000[' ]| 159:42,000[' ]| 159:42,001[A ]| Brother, I have Caesar seen. 159:42,002[A ]| And have to him your Intercessor been. 159:42,003[C ]| I never could expect an Act less kind 159:42,004[C ]| From you who bear so generous a Mind. 159:42,005[C ]| But your great Lover quickly from you went. 159:42,006[A ]| 'Twas to the Town, to appease some discontent, 159:42,007[A ]| Which he was told had newly raised been 159:42,008[A ]| Betwixt the Soldier and the Citizen: 159:42,009[A ]| Whilst I with joyful haste come to assure 159:42,010[A ]| You, that your Life and Kingdom were secure; 159:42,011[A ]| The Illustrious Caesar on the Course you took 159:42,012[A ]| Does with less anger then Compassion look, 159:42,013[A ]| He pities you, who such vile States-men heard, 159:42,014[A ]| As make their Kings not to be loved, but feared; 159:42,015[A ]| Whose Souls the baseness of their Birth confess, 159:42,016[A ]| And who in vain great Dignities possess: 159:42,017[A ]| For Slavish Spirits cannot guide the Helm; 159:42,018[A ]| Those too much Power would quickly overwhelm, 159:42,019[A ]| That hand, whose Crimes alone do purchase Fear, 159:42,020[A ]| Will soon let fall a Weight it cannot bear. 159:42,021[C ]| Those Truths, and my ill Fate do me persuade 159:42,022[C ]| How bad a choice of Counsellors I made: 159:42,023[C ]| For had I acted Honourable things, 159:42,024[C ]| I had as Glorious been, as other Kings; 159:42,025[C ]| And better merited the Love you bear 159:42,026[C ]| A Brother, so unworthy of your Care; 159:42,027[C ]| Caesar and Pompey had been here agreed, 159:42,028[C ]| And the Worlds Peace in Egypt been decreed; 159:42,029[C ]| Who her own Prince a friend to both had seen; 159:42,030[C ]| Nay, he (perhaps) an Arbiter had been. 159:42,031[C ]| But since to call this back is past our Art, 159:42,032[C ]| Let me discharge to you my Troubled heart; 159:42,033[C ]| You, that for all the Wrongs that I have done, 159:42,034[C ]| Could yet Preserve me both my Life and Crown; 159:42,035[C ]| Be truly great, and vanquish all your Hate, 159:42,036[C ]| By changing Photin's and Achilla's Fate. 159:42,037[C ]| For their offending you, their Death is due, 159:42,038[C ]| But that my Glory suffers in it too; 159:42,039[C ]| If for their Kings Crimes they should punished be, 159:42,040[C ]| The Infamy would wholly light on me; 159:42,041[C ]| Caesar through them wounds me, their's is my Pain 159:42,042[C ]| For my sake, therefore, your Just Hate restrain: 159:42,043[C ]| Your heart is Noble, and what pleasure then 159:42,044[C ]| Let me owe all to you, who Caesar charm, 159:42,045[C ]| And, with a Look, his Anger can disarm, 159:42,046[A ]| Were but their Life and Death in me to give, 159:42,047[A ]| My scorn is great enough to let them live: 159:42,048[A ]| But I with Caesar little can prevail, 159:42,049[A ]| When Pompey's Blood lies in the other scale; 159:42,050[A ]| I boast no Power to Dispose his will, 159:42,051[A ]| For I have spoke, and he hath shunned it still, 159:42,052[A ]| And turning quickly to some new Affair, 159:42,053[A ]| He neither does refuse, nor grant my Prayer: 159:42,054[A ]| Yet I'll once more on that harsh Theme proceed, 159:42,055[A ]| In hope a New attempt may better speed; 159:42,056[A ]| And I'll believe. ~~ 159:42,056[C ]| He comes, let me be gone, 159:42,057[C ]| Lest I should chance to draw his anger on; 159:42,058[C ]| My presence may inflame what twould make less, 159:42,059[C ]| And you alone, may act with more success. 159:43,000[' ]| 159:43,000[' ]| 159:43,000[' ]| 159:43,001[I ]| The City now is quiet, Beauteous Queen, 159:43,002[I ]| Which had alarmed with little reason been; 159:43,003[I ]| Nor need they fear the troublesome event 159:43,004[I ]| Of Soldiers Pride, or Peoples Discontent: 159:43,005[I ]| But O great Gods! when absent from your Eyes 159:43,006[I ]| A greater Tumult did within me Rise; 159:43,007[I ]| When these unwelcome Cares snatched me from you, 159:43,008[I ]| My heart, even with my Grandeur, angry grew; 159:43,009[I ]| And I my own Renown began to hate, 159:43,010[I ]| Since it my parting did necessitate: 159:43,011[I ]| But I forgave all to the single Thought 159:43,012[I ]| How much advantage to my Love it brought: 159:43,013[I ]| For 'tis to that I owe the noble Hope 159:43,014[I ]| Which to my Flame does give so fair a scope, 159:43,015[I ]| And persuades Caesar that his Heart may prove 159:43,016[I ]| Not utterly unworthy of your Love, 159:43,017[I ]| And that he may pretend to that, since he 159:43,018[I ]| Nothing above him, but the Gods, can see. 159:43,019[I ]| Yes Queen; if in the World a Man there were 159:43,020[I ]| That with more glory could your fetters bear 159:43,021[I ]| Or if there were a Throne, wherein you might 159:43,022[I ]| By Conquering its King, appear more bright. 159:43,023[I ]| Less for his Throne would I the Man pursue, 159:43,024[I ]| Then to dispute the Right of serving you. 159:43,025[I ]| 'Twas to acquire that valuable Right, 159:43,026[I ]| That my Ambitious Arm did always fight. 159:43,027[I ]| And in Pharsalia rather my Sword drew 159:43,028[I ]| To Preserve that, then Pompey to subdue. 159:43,029[I ]| I Conquered, and the God of Battles, less 159:43,030[I ]| Then your bright Eyes, afforded me success. 159:43,031[I ]| They raised my Courage, and my hand did sway, 159:43,032[I ]| And I owe them that memorable day. 159:43,033[I ]| As the effect of heat by them inspired, 159:43,034[I ]| For when your beauties had my passion fired, 159:43,035[I ]| That a return might your great Soul become, 159:43,036[I ]| They made me Master of the World and Rome. 159:43,037[I ]| I would ennoble that high style I wear, 159:43,038[I ]| By the Addition of your Prisoner. 159:43,039[I ]| And shall most happy be, if you think fit 159:43,040[I ]| That Title to esteem, and this permit. 159:43,041[A ]| I know how much I to my fortune owe, 159:43,042[A ]| Which this excess of Honour does bestow. 159:43,043[A ]| Nor will from you my inward thoughts conceal 159:43,044[A ]| Since I know both, you, and my self, so well. 159:43,045[A ]| Your Love did in my earliest Youth appear, 159:43,046[A ]| And I my Sceptre as your Present wear: 159:43,047[A ]| I twice received my Kingdom from your Hand, 159:43,048[A ]| And after that, can I your Love withstand? 159:43,049[A ]| No, Sir, my Heart cannot resist your siege, 159:43,050[A ]| Who so much merit, and so much Oblige. 159:43,051[A ]| But yet my Birth, my Rank, and the Command 159:43,052[A ]| Which I have now regained in Egypts Land, 159:43,053[A ]| The Sceptre, by your Hand restored to mine, 159:43,054[A ]| Do all against my innocent Hopes combine; 159:43,055[A ]| To my desires injurious they have been, 159:43,056[A ]| And lessen me, by making me a Queen: 159:43,057[A ]| For if Rome still be as she was before, 159:43,058[A ]| To ascend a Throne will but debase me more; 159:43,059[A ]| These Marks of Honour will be but my Shame 159:43,060[A ]| And Ruin my Pretences to your Flame: 159:43,061[A ]| But yet, methinks, the Power you enjoy, 159:43,062[A ]| Might all my Fears with ease enough destroy, 159:43,063[A ]| And I would hope, that such a Man as you 159:43,064[A ]| May justly Rome's Capriciousness subdue, 159:43,065[A ]| And her unjust aversion for a Throne 159:43,066[A ]| She might see cause, for your sake, to disown: 159:43,067[A ]| I know that you can greater things effect, 159:43,068[A ]| And from your Promise Wonders I expect; 159:43,069[A ]| You in Pharsalia did much greater do, 159:43,070[A ]| And I invoke no other Gods but You. 159:43,071[I ]| There's nothing human can my Love withstand; 159:43,072[I ]| 'Tis but the over-running Affrick's Land, 159:43,073[I ]| To show my Standards to the rest of those, 159:43,074[I ]| Who did me with so ill a Fate oppose; 159:43,075[I ]| And when Rome can no more of them Advance, 159:43,076[I ]| She will be forced to study Complaisance: 159:43,077[I ]| And you shall see her with a solemn State, 159:43,078[I ]| At your Feet sacrifice her Pride and Hate: 159:43,079[I ]| Nay, I must have her, at your Royal Seat, 159:43,080[I ]| In my behalf, your Favour to entreat; 159:43,081[I ]| And with so much Respect these Beauties view, 159:43,082[I ]| That she young Caesar's shall request from you; 159:43,083[I ]| This is the only Fortune I desire, 159:43,084[I ]| And all to which my Laurels do aspire: 159:43,085[I ]| How blest were my Condition, if I might 159:43,086[I ]| Obtain those Wreaths, and still enjoy your sight! 159:43,087[I ]| But yet my Passion its own harm procures, 159:43,088[I ]| For I must quit you, if I will be yours; 159:43,089[I ]| While there are flying Foes, I must pursue, 159:43,090[I ]| That I may them defeat, and merit you. 159:43,091[I ]| To bear that absence therefore, suffer me 159:43,092[I ]| To take such Courage from the Charms I see, 159:43,093[I ]| That frighted Nations may, at Caesars name, 159:43,094[I ]| Say, He but came, and saw, and overcame. 159:43,095[A ]| This is too much, but if I this abuse, 159:43,096[A ]| The fault which you create you must excuse: 159:43,097[A ]| You did my Crown, and perhaps Life restore, 159:43,098[A ]| And yet your Love (I trust) will grant me more; 159:43,099[A ]| And I Conjure you, by its strongest Charms, 159:43,000[A ]| By that great Fortune which attends your Arms, 159:43,001[A ]| By all my hopes, and all your high Desert, 159:43,002[A ]| Did not in Blood the Bounties you impart; 159:43,003[A ]| Great Sir, forgive those that have Guilty been, 159:43,004[A ]| Or else by that, let me appear a Queen; 159:43,005[A ]| Achillas and Photinus blood disdain, 159:43,006[A ]| For they endure enough to see me reign; 159:43,007[A ]| And their Offence ~~ 159:43,007[I ]| Ah! by some other way 159:43,008[I ]| Assure your self how much my Will you sway, 159:43,009[I ]| As you Rule me, if I might you request, 159:43,010[I ]| You better should employ your Interest; 159:43,011[I ]| Govern your Caesar, as a lawful Queen, 159:43,012[I ]| And make him not Partaker of their Sin: 159:43,013[I ]| For your sake only, I the King durst spare; 159:43,014[I ]| 'Twas love alone that ~~ 159:44,000[' ]| 159:44,000[' ]| 159:44,001[K ]| Caesar, have a Care. 159:44,002[K ]| For Traitors have against thy Life Combined, 159:44,003[K ]| And sworn thy Head shall be to Pompey's Joined. 159:44,004[K ]| If to prevent them thou shouldst be remiss, 159:44,005[K ]| Thy Blood will speedily be mixed with his. 159:44,006[K ]| If thou my Slaves examine, thou mayst know, 159:44,007[K ]| The Author, Order, and the Actor too. 159:44,008[K ]| I yield them thee; 159:44,008[I ]| O truly Roman Heart! 159:44,009[I ]| And Worthy him of whom you were a part! 159:44,010[I ]| His Soul, which sees from its exalted State, 159:44,011[I ]| How I endeavour to Revenge his fate, 159:44,012[I ]| Forgets his hate, and is become so kind, 159:44,013[I ]| To save my Life by what he left behind. 159:44,014[I ]| Whatever Treason could to Pompey do, 159:44,015[I ]| Yet he does still subsist, and act in you: 159:44,016[I ]| And prompts you to a thing so brave, that he 159:44,017[I ]| May vanquish me in generosity. 159:44,018[K ]| Caesar, thou art deceived in my intent, 159:44,019[K ]| If thou thinkest Hate yields to acknowledgment: 159:44,020[K ]| No, Pompey's blood must all commerce deny, 159:44,021[K ]| Betwixt his Widow and his Enemy. 159:44,022[K ]| And I thy offered Freedom would enjoy, 159:44,023[K ]| That to thy Ruin I might it employ. 159:44,024[K ]| Nay, I shall make new business for thy Sword, 159:44,025[K ]| If thou darest be so just to keep thy word. 159:44,026[K ]| But though so much on thy Destruction bent, 159:44,027[K ]| Yet I thy Murder would as much prevent. 159:44,028[K ]| I have thy Death with too much Justice sought, 159:44,029[K ]| That it should now be with a Treason bought. 159:44,030[K ]| Who knows and suffers, does partake the guilt: 159:44,031[K ]| Nor should thy blood be infamously spilt. 159:44,032[K ]| But when my Husbands Sons, and Kindred do 159:44,033[K ]| Attempt thy death, then I shall wish it too. 159:44,034[K ]| And that some brave Arm, which I shall excite, 159:44,035[K ]| May in the Field, and in thy Armies sight, 159:44,036[K ]| Offer thee Nobly to that Hero's Ghost, 159:44,037[K ]| In whose Revenge thou so much zeal bestowest? 159:44,038[K ]| My restless thirst for such a day as this, 159:44,039[K ]| By thy untimely fall its end would miss. 159:44,040[K ]| But whatsoever hopes from abroad I may 159:44,041[K ]| Receive, yet I am Racked by their delay. 159:44,042@z | 'For distant satisfaction is half lost: 159:44,043@z | And long expected joys too dearly cost.' 159:44,044[K ]| I shall not wander on the Affrick Strands; 159:44,045[K ]| To seek the vengeance ready in thy hands, 159:44,046[K ]| Which does the head it Threatens best befit: 159:44,047[K ]| For I could thine have had instead of it; 159:44,048[K ]| But that my hatred saw the difference great, 159:44,049[K ]| Betwixt my Husbands murder and defeat: 159:44,050[K ]| And I an earlier Punishment would see 159:44,051[K ]| On their Presumption, then thy Victory. 159:44,052[K ]| This is Rome's wish, Whose Venerable Brow 159:44,053[K ]| To this affront, too just a Blush would owe: 159:44,054[K ]| If her two Noblest heads (should after all 159:44,055[K ]| Her Triumphs) with so much dishonour fall. 159:44,056[K ]| She, upon whom thou never couldst impose, 159:44,057[K ]| Would sooner punish Criminals, than Foes. 159:44,058[K ]| Her liberty would a misfortune grow, 159:44,059[K ]| If upon Tiber Nile should it bestow. 159:44,060[K ]| None but a Roman could her Master be, 159:44,061[K ]| And but a Roman none should set her free. 159:44,062[K ]| Here thou wouldst fall to her unsacrificed: 159:44,063[K ]| And wouldst be murdered so, but not chastised. 159:44,064[K ]| Nor would succeeding Tyrants frighted be, 159:44,065[K ]| For the Example too would die with Thee. 159:44,066[K ]| Revenge her now on Egypts wrong, and I 159:44,067[K ]| Will her revenge upon Pharsalia try. 159:44,068[K ]| Adieu, no time in this should wasted be, 159:44,069[K ]| Go then, and boast I once made vows for thee. 159:45,000[' ]| 159:45,000[' ]| 159:45,001[I ]| Her Virtue, and their Crime, alike amaze, 159:45,002[I ]| Queen, you perceive for whom your goodness prays. 159:45,003[A ]| That, now, no more against your Justice fights 159:45,004[A ]| Go (Sir) Revenge all violated Rights: 159:45,005[A ]| My ruin they much more then yours desire: 159:45,006[A ]| The Traitors do against my Right Conspire. 159:45,007[A ]| As my support, against you they design: 159:45,008[A ]| And by your death would make their way to mine. 159:45,009[A ]| But though all be to my anger known, 159:45,010[A ]| Yes 'tis my Brother still that leads them on. 159:45,011[A ]| Do you know that, Sir, and may I obtain, 159:45,012[A ]| It your deserved fury may restrain? 159:45,013[I ]| Yes, I'll remember, your heart is so great, 159:45,014[I ]| That for his Births sake, you his Crime forget. 159:45,015[I ]| Adieu, fear nothing, for these are not foes 159:45,016[I ]| That can the fortune of my Arms oppose. 159:45,017[I ]| Them, and their Party, I shall quickly rout, 159:45,018[I ]| When I to them but Whips and Racks bring out: 159:45,019[I ]| They shall not Soldiers, but Tormentors see, 159:45,020[I ]| And now my Axes shall my Ensigns be. 159:45,000[' ]| 159:45,021[A ]| Dear Achoreus, after Caesar go, 159:45,022[A ]| With him prevent my Threatened overthrow. 159:45,023[A ]| And when he punishes our worthless Foes, 159:45,024[A ]| Make him remember what his promise owes. 159:45,025[A ]| Observe the King, when he in fight appears, 159:45,026[A ]| And spare his blood, that you may spare my tears. 159:45,027[H ]| Madam, his fortune shall no sorrow need, 159:45,028[H ]| If all my Care and service can succeed. 159:45,000[' ]| 159:45,000[' ]| 159:45,029[X ]| Proud Monuments of Royal Dust! 159:45,030[X ]| Do not your old Foundations shake? 159:45,031[X ]| And labour to resign their trust? 159:45,032[X ]| For sure your mighty Guests should wake, 159:45,033[X ]| Now their own Memphis lies at Stake. 159:45,034[X ]| Alas! in vain our Dangers call; 159:45,035[X ]| They care not for our Destiny, 159:45,036[X ]| Nor will they be concerned at all, 159:45,037[X ]| If Egypt now enslaved, or free, 159:45,038[X ]| A Kingdom or a Province be. 159:45,039[X ]| What is become of all they did? 159:45,040[X ]| And what of all they had designed, 159:45,041[X ]| Now death the busy Scene hath hid; 159:45,042[X ]| Where but in story shall we find 159:45,043[X ]| Those great disturbers of Mankind? 159:45,044[X ]| When Men their quiet Minutes spent 159:45,045[X ]| Where Myrtles grew and Fountains purled, 159:45,046[X ]| As safe as they were Innocent: 159:45,047[X ]| What angry God among them hurled 159:45,048[X ]| Ambition to undo the world? 159:45,049[X ]| What is the charm of being Great; 159:45,050[X ]| Which oft is gained and lost with Sin, 159:45,051[X ]| Or if we attain a Royal seat, 159:45,052[X ]| With Guiltless steps what do we win, 159:45,053[X ]| If Love and Honour fight within? 159:45,054[X ]| Honour the Brightness of the Mind! 159:45,055[X ]| And love her noblest ecstasy: 159:45,056[X ]| That does our selves, this others bind 159:45,057[X ]| When you great Pair shall disagree 159:45,058[X ]| What Casuist can the Umpire be? 159:45,059[X ]| Though Love does all the heart subdue, 159:45,060[X ]| With gentle, but resistless sway, 159:45,061[X ]| Yet Honour must that govern too: 159:45,062[X ]| And when thus Honour wins the Day, 159:45,063[X ]| Love overcomes the bravest way. 159:51,000[' ]| 159:51,000[' ]| 159:51,000[' ]| 159:51,001[K ]| May I believe my Eyes? or does this sight 159:51,002[K ]| Delude me, with Chimera's of the Night? 159:51,003[K ]| Do I behold Thee Philip? and didst Thou 159:51,004[K ]| Funeral rites to my loved Lord allow? 159:51,005[K ]| His Ashes does this Urn contain? O view! 159:51,006[K ]| At once so terrible and tender too! 159:51,007[K ]| Eternal Food of Sorrow and of Hate. 159:51,008[K ]| All of Great Pompey that is spared by Fate. 159:51,009[K ]| Expect not I a Tear to you should pay, 159:51,010[K ]| For Great Souls ease their Griefs another way: 159:51,011[K ]| Shallow Afflictions by Complaints are fed: 159:51,012[K ]| And who laments would fain be Comforted. 159:51,013[K ]| But I have sworn by all that we Adore; 159:51,014[K ]| And by your self (sad Object) which is more: 159:51,015[K ]| (For my grieved Heart does more to you submit, 159:51,016[K ]| Then to those Gods who so ill-guarded it.) 159:51,017[K ]| By you I swear it then (Mournful remain, 159:51,018[K ]| My only Deity, now he is slain) 159:51,019[K ]| That no extinction or decay shall be 159:51,020[K ]| In that revenge which must ennoble me. 159:51,021[K ]| To Caesar, Ptolomy, by base surprise, 159:51,022[K ]| Rome of thy Pompey made a Sacrifice. 159:51,023[K ]| And I, thy injured walls will never see, 159:51,024[K ]| Till Priest, and God, to him shall offered be. 159:51,025[K ]| Put me in mind, and my just hate sustain, 159:51,026[K ]| O Ashes! now my hope as well as Pain. 159:51,027[K ]| And to assist me in that great design, 159:51,028[K ]| Shed in all Hearts what now is felt by mine. 159:51,029[K ]| But thou, who on so infamous a shore 159:51,030[K ]| Gavest him a flame, so Pious, though so Poor: 159:51,031[K ]| Tell me, what God thy Fortune made so great 159:51,032[K ]| To pay to such a Hero such a Debt? 159:51,033[L ]| Covered with Blood, and much more dead than he; 159:51,034[L ]| When I had cursed the Royal Treachery, 159:51,035[L ]| My wandering Feet were by my grief conveyed, 159:51,036[L ]| Where yet the Wind upon the Water played: 159:51,037[L ]| After long search, I on a Rock did stand, 159:51,038[L ]| And saw the headless Trunk approach the Sand: 159:51,039[L ]| Where the angry Wave a pleasure seemed to take 159:51,040[L ]| To cast it off, and then to snatch it back: 159:51,041[L ]| I to it leaped, and thrust it to the banks; 159:51,000[L ]| Then gathering a heap of Shipwrecked Planks, 159:51,042[L ]| An hasty, artless Pile, I to him raised, 159:51,043[L ]| Such as I could, and such as Fortune pleased, 159:51,044[L ]| 'Twas hardly kindled, when Heaven grew so kind 159:51,045[L ]| To send me help in what I had designed. 159:51,046[L ]| Codrus, an Ancient Roman, who lives here, 159:51,047[L ]| Returning from the City, spied me there. 159:51,048[L ]| And when he did a headless Carcass view, 159:51,049[L ]| By that sad mark alone he Pompey knew. 159:51,050[L ]| Then weeping said, 159:51,050@v | O thou who ever thou art 159:51,051@v | To whom the Gods such honours do impart. 159:51,052@v | Thy fortune's greater then thou dost believe, 159:51,053@v | Thou shalt rewards, not Punishments receive. 159:51,054@v | Caesar's in Egypt, and Revenge declares, 159:51,055@v | For him to whom thou payest these Pious Cares, 159:51,056@v | These Ashes to his Widow thou mayst bear 159:51,057@v | In Alexandria, for now she is there. 159:51,058@v | By Pompey's Conqueror so entertained, 159:51,059@v | As by a God it would not be disdained. 159:51,060@v | Go on till I return, 159:51,060[L ]| this said, he went, 159:51,061[L ]| And quickly brought me this small Monument: 159:51,062[L ]| Then we, betwixt us, into it conveyed, 159:51,063[L ]| That Hero's Ashes which the fire had made. 159:51,064[K ]| With what great Praises should this Act be crowned! 159:51,065[L ]| Entering the Town I great disorders found. 159:51,066[L ]| A numerous People to the Port did fly, 159:51,067[L ]| Which they believed the King would fortify. 159:51,068[L ]| The eager Romans fiercely these pursued, 159:51,069[L ]| Rage in their eyes, their hands which blood imbrued. 159:51,070[L ]| When Caesar with brave Justice did Command, 159:51,071[L ]| Photin to perish by a Hang-mans hand. 159:51,072[L ]| On me appearing, he vouchsafed to look, 159:51,073[L ]| And with these words my Masters Ashes took. 159:51,074@i | Remainders of a Demigod! whose Name 159:51,075@i | I scarce can equal Conqueror as I am. 159:51,076@i | Behold guilt punished, and till Altars call 159:51,077@i | For other Victims let these Traitors fall. 159:51,078@i | Greater shall follow. To the Court go thou, 159:51,079@i | On Pompey's Widow this from me bestow. 159:51,080@i | And whilst with it she makes with grief some truce, 159:51,081@i | Tell her how Caesar her Revenge pursues. 159:51,082[L ]| That great Man, sighing, then from me did turn, 159:51,083[L ]| And humbly kissing did restore the Urn. 159:51,084[K ]| O formal Grief! how easy is that Tear 159:51,085[K ]| That's shed for Foes whom we no longer fear! 159:51,086[K ]| How soon revenge for others fills that breast 159:51,087[K ]| Which to it is by its own danger pressed? 159:51,088[K ]| And when the Care we take to right the dead 159:51,089[K ]| Secures our Life and does our glory spread. 159:51,090[K ]| Caesar is generous 'tis true, but he 159:51,091[K ]| By the King wronged, and from his Rival free, 159:51,092[K ]| Might in an envious mind a doubt revive, 159:51,093[K ]| What he would do were Pompey yet alive. 159:51,094[K ]| His courage his own safety does provide, 159:51,095[K ]| Which does the Beauty of his actions hide. 159:51,096[K ]| Love is concerned in it too, and he does fight 159:51,097[K ]| In Pompey's Cause for Cleopatra's Right. 159:51,098[K ]| So many Interests with my Husband's met, 159:51,099[K ]| Might to his Virtue take away my debt. 159:51,100[K ]| But as Great Hearts judge by themselves alone, 159:51,101[K ]| I choose to guess his honour by my own. 159:51,102[K ]| And think we only make his fury such, 159:51,103[K ]| Since in his Fortune I should do as much. 159:52,000[' ]| 159:52,000[' ]| 159:52,001[A ]| I come not to disturb a grief so due 159:52,002[A ]| To that affliction which hath wounded you. 159:52,003[A ]| But those remains to adore, which from the wave 159:52,004[A ]| A faithful freed-man did so lately save. 159:52,005[A ]| To mourn your fortune, Madam, and to swear, 159:52,006[A ]| You'd still enjoyed a man so justly Dear 159:52,007[A ]| If Heaven which does persecute you still, 159:52,008[A ]| Had made my Power equal to my will. 159:52,009[A ]| Yet if to what that Heaven sends you now 159:52,010[A ]| Your Grief can any Room for Joy allow: 159:52,011[A ]| If any sweetness in revenge there be, 159:52,012[A ]| Receive the certainty of yours from me. 159:52,013[A ]| The false Photinus ~~ But you may have heard. 159:52,014[K ]| Yes, Princess that he hath his Just reward. 159:52,015[A ]| Have you no comfort in that news discerned? 159:52,016[K ]| If there be any, you are most concerned, 159:52,017[A ]| All hearts with Joy receive a wished Event. 159:52,018[K ]| Our thoughts are, as our Interests, different. 159:52,019[K ]| Though Caesar add Achillas Death, 'twill be 159:52,020[K ]| To you a satisfaction, not to me: 159:52,021[K ]| For nobler rites to Pompey's Ghost belong, 159:52,022[K ]| These are too mean to expiate his wrong. 159:52,023[K ]| No reparation by such Blood is made, 159:52,024[K ]| Either to my grief, or his injured shade, 159:52,025[K ]| And the Revenge which does my Soul inflame, 159:52,026[K ]| Till it hath Caesar Ptolomy doth claim; 159:52,027[K ]| Who though so much unfit to reign or live, 159:52,028[K ]| Caesar, I know, will for his safety strive. 159:52,029[K ]| But though his Love hath dared to promise it, 159:52,030[K ]| Yet juster Heaven dares it not permit. 159:52,031[K ]| And if the Gods an Ear to me afford, 159:52,032[K ]| They shall both perish by each others Sword. 159:52,033[K ]| Such an event would my Hearts grief destroy, 159:52,034[K ]| Which now is such a Stranger grown to Joy. 159:52,035[K ]| But if ye Gods think this too great a thing, 159:52,036[K ]| And but one fall, O let it be the King! 159:52,037[A ]| Heaven does not govern as our Wills direct. 159:52,038[K ]| But Gods, what Causes promise will effect, 159:52,039[K ]| And do the guilty with revenge pursue. 159:52,040[A ]| As they have Justice, they have Mercy too. 159:52,041[K ]| But we may judge, as here events have past, 159:52,042[K ]| They now the first will act and not the last. 159:52,043[A ]| Their Mercy oft does through their Justice break 159:52,044[K ]| Queen, you, as Sister, I as Widow speak. 159:52,045[K ]| Each hath her Cause of kindness and of hate, 159:52,046[K ]| And both concerned in this Princes Fate. 159:52,047[K ]| But by the Blood which hath to day been shed, 159:52,048[K ]| We shall perceive whose vows have better sped. 159:52,049[K ]| Behold your Achoreus. 159:53,000[' ]| 159:53,000[' ]| 159:53,001[A ]| But alas. 159:53,002[A ]| I read no good presages in his Face; 159:53,003[A ]| Speak Achoreus, let us freely hear 159:53,004[A ]| What yet deserves my sorrow, or my fear. 159:53,005[H ]| As soon as Caesar did the Treason know: ~~ 159:53,006[A ]| 'Tis not his Conduct I enquire of now, 159:53,007[A ]| I know he cut and stopped that secret vault 159:53,008[A ]| Which to him should the Murderers have brought, 159:53,009[A ]| That to secure the street his men he sent, 159:53,010[A ]| Where Photin did receive his punishment: 159:53,011[A ]| Whose sudden fall Achillas so amazed, 159:53,012[A ]| That on the abandoned Port he quickly seized; 159:53,013[A ]| Whom the King followed, and that to the Land 159:53,014[A ]| Antonius all his Soldiers did command. 159:53,015[A ]| Where Caesar joined him, and I thence do guess 159:53,016[A ]| Achillas punishment, and his success. 159:53,017[H ]| His usual Fortune to her Assistance gave. 159:53,018[A ]| But tell me if he did my Brother save, 159:53,019[A ]| And kept his Promise. 159:53,019[H ]| Yes, with all his Might. 159:53,020[A ]| That's all the News I wished you to recite. 159:53,021[A ]| Madam, You see the Gods my wishes heard. 159:53,022[K ]| They only have his punishment deferred. 159:53,023[A ]| You wished it now; but they have him secured: 159:53,024[H ]| Or Caesar had, if he had life endured. 159:53,025[A ]| What said you last? Or did I rightly hear? 159:53,026[A ]| Oh! Quickly your obscure Discourses clear. 159:53,027[H ]| Neither your cares nor ours could save him, who 159:53,028[H ]| Would die in spite of Caesar and of You: 159:53,029[H ]| But Madam, in the noblest way he died 159:53,030[H ]| That ever falling Monarch dignified. 159:53,031[H ]| His restored Virtue did his Birth make good, 159:53,032[H ]| And to the Romans dearly sold his blood. 159:53,033[H ]| He fought Antonius with such noble heat, 159:53,034[H ]| That on him He did some advantage get: 159:53,035[H ]| But Caesar's coming altered the event; 159:53,036[H ]| Achillas there after Photinus went. 159:53,037[H ]| But so as him did too much Honour bring: 159:53,038[H ]| With Sword in hand he perished for his King. 159:53,039@I | O spare the King, 159:53,039[H ]| in vain the Conqueror cried; 159:53,040[H ]| To him no Hope but Terror it implied. 159:53,041[H ]| For frighted, he thought Caesar did intend 159:53,042[H ]| But to reserve him to a shameful end. 159:53,043[H ]| He charged, and broke our Ranks, bravely to show 159:53,044[H ]| What Virtue armed by Despair can do. 159:53,045[H ]| By this mistake his vexed soul abused 159:53,046[H ]| Still sought the Death which still was him refused. 159:53,047[H ]| Breathless at last, with having fought and bled, 159:53,048[H ]| Encompassed round, and his best Soldiers dead, 159:53,049[H ]| Into a Vessel which was near he leaps, 159:53,050[H ]| And followed was by such tumultuous heaps, 159:53,051[H ]| As by their number overpressed, the Ship 159:53,052[H ]| With all its freight was swallowed in the Deep. 159:53,053[H ]| This Death recovers all his lost Renown, 159:53,054[H ]| Gives Caesar Fame, and You the Egyptian Crown. 159:53,055[H ]| You were proclaimed, and though no Roman sword 159:53,056[H ]| Had touched the Life so much by you deplored. 159:53,057[H ]| Caesar extremely did concerned appear; 159:53,058[H ]| He sighs, and he complains: but see him here, 159:53,059[H ]| Who better can then I his Griefs relate, 159:53,060[H ]| For the unhappy Kings resistless Fate. 159:54,000[' ]| 159:54,000[' ]| 159:54,001[K ]| Caesar be just, and me my Galleys yield, 159:54,002[K ]| Achillas and Photinus both are killed; 159:54,003[K ]| Nor could thy softened heart their Master save, 159:54,004[K ]| And Pompey, here, no more revenge can have. 159:54,005[K ]| This fatal shore nothing does me present, 159:54,006[K ]| But the Image of their horrible Attempt, 159:54,007[K ]| And thy new Conquest, with the giddy noise 159:54,008[K ]| Of People who in change of Kings rejoice: 159:54,009[K ]| But what afflicts me most, is, still to see 159:54,010[K ]| Such an obliging Enemy in Thee. 159:54,011[K ]| Release me then from this inglorious pain, 159:54,012[K ]| And set my Hate at liberty again. 159:54,013[K ]| But yet before I go I must request 159:54,014[K ]| The Head of Pompey with his Bones may rest. 159:54,015[K ]| Give it me then, as that alone, which yet 159:54,016[K ]| I can with Honour at thy hands entreat. 159:54,017[I ]| You may so justly that Remainder claim, 159:54,018[I ]| That to deny it would be Caesar's shame: 159:54,019[I ]| But it is fit, after so many Woes, 159:54,020[I ]| That we should give his wandering Shade repose, 159:54,021[I ]| And that a Pile which You and I inflame, 159:54,022[I ]| From the first mean one rescue Pompey's name. 159:54,023[I ]| That he should be appeased our Grief to view; 159:54,024[I ]| And that an Urn more worthy him and you 159:54,025[I ]| May (the Pomp done, and fire extinct again) 159:54,026[I ]| His reunited Ashes entertain. 159:54,027[I ]| This Arm, which did so long with him debate, 159:54,028[I ]| Shall Altars to his Virtue dedicate, 159:54,029[I ]| Offer him Vows, Incense and Victims too, 159:54,030[I ]| And yet shall give him nothing but his Due. 159:54,031[I ]| I but to morrow for these Rites require, 159:54,032[I ]| Refuse me not the Favour I desire; 159:54,033[I ]| But stay till these solemnities be past, 159:54,034[I ]| And then you may resume your eager haste. 159:54,035[I ]| Bring to our Rome a Treasury so great, 159:54,036[I ]| That Relic bear ~~ 159:54,036[K ]| Not thither Caesar yet, 159:54,037[K ]| Till first thy ruin granted me by Fate, 159:54,038[K ]| To these loved Ashes shall unlock the Gate; 159:54,039[K ]| And thither (though as Dear to Rome as me) 159:54,040[K ]| They come not till triumphant over thee. 159:54,041[K ]| To Affrick I must this rich burden bear, 159:54,042[K ]| Where Pompey's sons, Cato and Scipio, are. 159:54,043[K ]| Who'll find I hope, (with a brave King allied) 159:54,044[K ]| Fortune as well as justice on their side: 159:54,045[K ]| And thou shalt see there, with new fury hurled, 159:54,046[K ]| Pharsalia's Ruins arm another World. 159:54,047[K ]| From Rank to Rank these Ashes I'll expose 159:54,048[K ]| Mixed with my Tears, to exasperate thy Foes. 159:54,049[K ]| My Hate shall guide them too, and they shall fight 159:54,050[K ]| With Urns, instead of Eagles in their sight; 159:54,051[K ]| That such sad Objects may make them intent 159:54,052[K ]| On his Revenge, and on thy Punishment. 159:54,053[K ]| Thou to this Hero now devout art grown, 159:54,054[K ]| But, raising his Name, dost exalt thy own. 159:54,055[K ]| I must be Witness too! and I submit; 159:54,056[K ]| But thou canst never move my Heart with it. 159:54,057[K ]| My Loss can never be repaired by Fate, 159:54,058[K ]| Nor is it possible to exhaust my Hate. 159:54,059[K ]| This Hate shall be my Pompey now, and I 159:54,060[K ]| In his Revenge will live, and with it die. 159:54,061[K ]| But as a Roman, though my Hate be such, 159:54,062[K ]| I must confess, I thee esteem as much. 159:54,063[K ]| Both these extremes justice can well allow: 159:54,064[K ]| This does my Virtue, that my Duty show. 159:54,065[K ]| My sense of Honour does the first command, 159:54,066[K ]| Concern, the last, and they are both constrained. 159:54,067[K ]| And as thy Virtue, whom none can betray, 159:54,068[K ]| Where I should hate, makes me such value pay: 159:54,069[K ]| My Duty so my Anger does create, 159:54,070[K ]| And Pompey's Widow makes Cornelia hate. 159:54,071[K ]| And I from hence shall hasten, and know then, 159:54,072[K ]| I'll raise against thee Gods, as well as Men. 159:54,073[K ]| Those Gods that flattered thee and me abused, 159:54,074[K ]| And in Pharsalia Pompey's Cause refused; 159:54,075[K ]| Who at his Death could Thunderbolts refrain, 159:54,076[K ]| To expiate that, will his Revenge maintain: 159:54,077[K ]| If not his Soul will give my Zeal such heat, 159:54,078[K ]| As I without their help shall thee defeat. 159:54,079[K ]| But should all my Endeavours prosper ill, 159:54,080[K ]| What I can not do, Cleopatra will. 159:54,081[K ]| I know thy flame, and that to obey its force 159:54,082[K ]| Thou from Calphurnia studiest a Divorce: 159:54,083[K ]| Now blinded thou wouldst this Alliance make, 159:54,084[K ]| And there's no Law of Rome thou darest not break. 159:54,085[K ]| But know, the Roman Youth think it no sin 159:54,086[K ]| To fight against the Husband of a Queen. 159:54,087[K ]| And thy offended Friends will at the Price 159:54,088[K ]| Of thy best Blood revenge their scorned Advice. 159:54,089[K ]| I check thy Ruin if I check thy Love; 159:54,090[K ]| Adieu; to morrow will thy Honour prove. 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,001[A ]| Rather than You to this exposed should be, 159:55,002[A ]| With my own Ruin I would set you free. 159:55,003[A ]| Sacrifice me, Sir, to your Happiness; 159:55,004[A ]| For that's the greatest that I can possess. 159:55,005[A ]| Though far unworthy to be Caesars Bride, 159:55,006[A ]| Yet He'll remember one that for him Died. 159:55,007[I ]| Those empty projects, Queen, are all now left 159:55,008[I ]| To a great Heart of other Help bereft; 159:55,009[I ]| Whose keen desires her want of Strength confess, 159:55,010[I ]| Could she perform more, she would wish it less. 159:55,011[I ]| The Gods will these vain Auguries disprove, 159:55,012[I ]| Nor can they my Felicity remove. 159:55,013[I ]| If your Love stronger then your Grief appears, 159:55,014[I ]| And will for Caesars sake dry up your Tears; 159:55,015[I ]| And that a Brother, who deserved them not, 159:55,016[I ]| May for a faithful Lover be forgot. 159:55,017[I ]| You may have heard, with what Regret of mine 159:55,018[I ]| His Safety to Despair he did resign. 159:55,019[I ]| How much I sought his Reason to redeem 159:55,020[I ]| From those vain Terrors that surrounded him, 159:55,021[I ]| Which he disputed to his latest Breath, 159:55,022[I ]| And cast away his Life for fear of Death. 159:55,023[I ]| O shame for Caesar! Who so eminent! 159:55,024[I ]| And so solicitous for your Content! 159:55,025[I ]| Yet by the Cruel Fortune of this Day 159:55,026[I ]| Could not the First of your Commands Obey: 159:55,027[I ]| But vainly we resist the Gods, who will 159:55,028[I ]| Their Just Decrees on guilty men fulfil. 159:55,029[I ]| And yet his Fall your Happiness procures, 159:55,030[I ]| Since by his Death Egypt is wholly Yours. 159:55,031[A ]| I know I gain another Diadem, 159:55,032[A ]| For which none can be blamed but Heaven and Him; 159:55,033[A ]| But as the Fate of human things is such, 159:55,034[A ]| That Joy and Trouble do each other touch, 159:55,035[A ]| Excuse me, if the Crown conferred by You 159:55,036[A ]| As it obliges, Does afflict me too. 159:55,037[A ]| And if to see a Brother justly killed 159:55,038[A ]| To Nature I as well as Reason yield. 159:55,039[A ]| No sooner on my Grandeur I reflect, 159:55,040[A ]| But my Ambition by my Blood is checked. 159:55,041[A ]| I meet my Fortune with a secret Groan, 159:55,042[A ]| Nor dare without Regret ascend the Throne. 159:55,043[H ]| The Court is full, Sir, People crowding in, 159:55,044[H ]| Who with great shouts demand to see their Queen, 159:55,045[H ]| And many signs of their impatience give, 159:55,046[H ]| That such a Blessing they so late receive. 159:55,047[I ]| Let them so just a Happiness obtain, 159:55,048[I ]| And by that Goodness, Queen, commence your reign. 159:55,049[I ]| O may the Gods so favour my Desire, 159:55,050[I ]| That in their Joy your Sorrow may expire; 159:55,051[I ]| That no Idea in your Soul may be, 159:55,052[I ]| But of the Wounds which you have given me: 159:55,053[I ]| Whilst my Attendants and your Courtiers may 159:55,054[I ]| Prepare to morrow for a glorious day. 159:55,055[I ]| When all such Noble Offices may own, 159:55,056[I ]| Pompey to appease, and Cleopatra Crown. 159:55,057[I ]| To her a Throne, to him let's Altars Build, 159:55,058[I ]| And to them both Immortal Honours yield. 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,059[X ]| <1.> Ascend a Throne Great Queen! to you 159:55,060[X ]| By Nature, and by Fortune due; 159:55,061[X ]| And let the world adore 159:55,062[X ]| One who Ambition could withstand, 159:55,063[X ]| Subdue Revenge, and Love command, 159:55,064[X ]| On Honours single score. 159:55,065[X ]| <2.> Ye mighty Roman shades, permit 159:55,066[X ]| That Pompey should above you sit, 159:55,067[X ]| He must be Deified. 159:55,068[X ]| For who like him, ever fought or fell? 159:55,069[X ]| What Hero ever lived so well, 159:55,070[X ]| Or who so greatly died? 159:55,071[X ]| <1.> What cannot Glorious Caesar do? 159:55,072[X ]| How nobly does he fight and woe! 159:55,073[X ]| On Crowns how does he tread! 159:55,074[X ]| What mercy to the weak he shows, 159:55,075[X ]| How fierce is he to living Foes, 159:55,076[X ]| How pious to the dead? 159:55,077[X ]| <2.> Cornelia yet would challenge Tears, 159:55,078[X ]| But that the sorrow which she wears, 159:55,079[X ]| So charming is, and brave. 159:55,080[X ]| That it exalts her Honour more, 159:55,081[X ]| Then if she all the Sceptres bore 159:55,082[X ]| Her Generous Husband gave. 159:55,083[X ]| Then after all the Blood that's shed, 159:55,084[X ]| Let's right the living and the dead: 159:55,085[X ]| Temples to Pompey raise; 159:55,086[X ]| Set Cleopatra on the Throne; 159:55,087[X ]| Let Caesar keep the World he has won; 159:55,088[X ]| And sing Cornelia's praise. 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,000[' ]| 159:55,000[' ]|