999:00,000[' ]| 999:00,000[' ]| 999:00,000[' ]| 999:10,000[' ]| 999:11,000[' ]| 999:11,001[C ]| The Fates disclose their book, and now we read 999:11,002[C ]| What of the father and the son's decreed. 999:11,003[C ]| The amazed Gods awhile seemed all divided: 999:11,004[C ]| What they demurred, Pharsalia has decided, 999:11,005[C ]| Whose rivers dyed with blood and rapid made 999:11,006[C ]| Swell with the fury of the Roman blade. 999:11,007[C ]| Arms, eagles, bodies, all confusedly spread, 999:11,008[C ]| Cover her fields infected with the dead; 999:11,009[C ]| Heaps of the slain denied a funeral, 999:11,010[C ]| Just Nature to their own revenge does call, 999:11,011[C ]| From putrid corpse exhaling poisonous airs, 999:11,012[C ]| Enough to plague the guilty conquerors. 999:11,013[C ]| This is the title of great Caesar's cause, 999:11,014[C ]| At this dire evidence by Mars his laws 999:11,015[C ]| Caesar's absolved and Pompey guilty cried. 999:11,016[C ]| This pitied leader of the juster side, 999:11,017[C ]| By weary Fortune of success bereft, 999:11,018[C ]| Is made a great example, and has left 999:11,019[C ]| The world a pattern of her rolling wheel, 999:11,020[C ]| Whose dismal turn whole nations with him feel. 999:11,021[C ]| He, whose prosperity was wont to vie 999:11,022[C ]| With his own wish, from Thessaly does fly: 999:11,023[C ]| The vanquished Pompey to our ports, our walls, 999:11,024[C ]| Our court approaching for a refuge calls. 999:11,025[C ]| From his own father-in-law, his proud defeat 999:11,026[C ]| Seeks where against the Titans a retreat 999:11,027[C ]| The Gods once found, where in despite of all, 999:11,028[C ]| They that saved Heaven he thinks may stop his fall, 999:11,029[C ]| And sharing the despair on which he's hurled, 999:11,030[C ]| May give a prop unto the tottering world. 999:11,031[C ]| For the world's fate on Pompey's fate depends, 999:11,032[C ]| And to our Egypt in distress he sends 999:11,033[C ]| For aid or ruin, a recruit or grave, 999:11,034[C ]| We must sink with him or his fortunes save. 999:11,035[C ]| This tempest, friends, your grave advice must calm, 999:11,036[C ]| He brings dread thunder or the welcome palm. 999:11,037[C ]| He crowned the father, threatens now the son, 999:11,038[C ]| Memphis he gave, and hazards what he has done. 999:11,039[C ]| His ruin I must share, or else comply 999:11,040[C ]| With Caesar's wish and make my suppliant die. 999:11,041[C ]| The first unsafe, the other base and low, 999:11,042[C ]| I fear injustice or an overthrow. 999:11,043[C ]| Do what I can, to whatsoe'er I fly, 999:11,044[C ]| 'Tis full of danger or of infamy. 999:11,045[C ]| The choice is mine, and you are to consult 999:11,046[C ]| What to incline me to by your result. 999:11,047[C ]| Pompey's the theme, and we must have the praise 999:11,048[C ]| To trouble Caesar, or complete his bays. 999:11,049[C ]| You sit on both their fortunes, upon more 999:11,050[C ]| Than any council ever sat before. 999:11,051[D ]| Sir, when the sword great causes does decide, 999:11,052[D ]| Justice and right good statesmen lay aside, 999:11,053[D ]| And who will wisely act in such a season 999:11,054[D ]| Must balance strength and not examine reason. 999:11,055[D ]| Weigh your own forces then and Pompey's might, 999:11,056[D ]| His hopes are dashed, his fruitless valour light. 999:11,057[D ]| 'Tis not from Caesar only that he flies, 999:11,058[D ]| But from the dread reproach and wrathful eyes 999:11,059[D ]| Of Rome's great Senate, whose best half invites 999:11,060[D ]| To a rich banquet the Pharsalian kites. 999:11,061[D ]| He flies the city and the sons of Rome, 999:11,062[D ]| Which his defeat to slavery does doom; 999:11,063[D ]| He flies the rage of nations and of crowns 999:11,064[D ]| That would revenge on him their ransacked towns, 999:11,065[D ]| Their weakened states of men and money drained, 999:11,066[D ]| Their reputation by his losses stained, 999:11,067[D ]| The cause of all their woes, hated by all, 999:11,068[D ]| He flies the whole world shattered with his fall. 999:11,069[D ]| Will you against such opposition stand 999:11,070[D ]| And bear his cause up with a single hand? 999:11,071[D ]| The hope he had was in himself alone, 999:11,072[D ]| What might be done, he did; he, overthrown, 999:11,073[D ]| You must give way ~~ will you sustain a weight 999:11,074[D ]| Which Rome bends under shrinking from her height? 999:11,075[D ]| Maintain a quarrel that has thunder struck 999:11,076[D ]| The reeling world, and the great Pompey broke? 999:11,077[D ]| They that the faults of Fortune would amend, 999:11,078[D ]| And be too just, against themselves offend, 999:11,079[D ]| Whilst indiscreetly kind with vain effort, 999:11,080[D ]| They perish with those friends they would support. 999:11,081[D ]| Their faith has a brave lustre, but they fall, 999:11,082[D ]| And honour lessens not the bruise at all. 999:11,083[D ]| Side with the Gods, declare yourself for Fate, 999:11,084[D ]| Draw not on us their thunder and their hate. 999:11,085[D ]| Ask not how justly, wherefore they chastise, 999:11,086[D ]| But worship him whom they would have to rise. 999:11,087[D ]| Approve of their decrees, applaud their will, 999:11,088[D ]| And whom they frown on in obedience kill. 999:11,089[D ]| By divine vengeance on all sides pursued, 999:11,090[D ]| Pompey involves your Egypt in the feud. 999:11,091[D ]| His head that he has shifted so to save 999:11,092[D ]| Falling, your royal company would have. 999:11,093[D ]| His present coming I unfriendly deem, 999:11,094[D ]| The effect of hatred rather than esteem: 999:11,095[D ]| 'Tis to destroy you, hither now to fly, 999:11,096[D ]| And can you doubt if he deserve to die? 999:11,097[D ]| He should have come with bays upon his brows 999:11,098[D ]| And with success have seconded our vows, 999:11,099[D ]| With feasts and triumphs then we had received him, 999:11,100[D ]| 'Tis his own Fate, not we that have deceived him. 999:11,101[D ]| Not him, but his ill Fortune we neglect, 999:11,102[D ]| For to his person we would pay respect. 999:11,103[D ]| Caesar subdued, by the same sword had died, 999:11,104[D ]| With which less willingly we pierce his side. 999:11,105[D ]| Under his ruin you must shelter take, 999:11,106[D ]| And in this storm his death your harbour make, 999:11,107[D ]| Which though the world should reckon as a crime, 999:11,108[D ]| Is but a just compliance with the time. 999:11,109[D ]| The strict regard of justice does annoy 999:11,110[D ]| The power of crowns, and policy destroy: 999:11,111[D ]| 'Tis the prerogative of kings to spare 999:11,112[D ]| Nothing when they their own destruction fear. 999:11,113[D ]| He wants no danger whom the care of right 999:11,114[D ]| Keeps from injustice when 'tis requisite. 999:11,115[D ]| Who to his royal power no bound would have, 999:11,116[D ]| To his own conscience must not be a slave. 999:11,117[D ]| And thus you have my counsel mighty sir: 999:11,118[D ]| Who kills the conquered, gains the conqueror. 999:11,119[E ]| Photinus, sir, speaks well, but though the day 999:11,120[E ]| Pompey has lost, his person yet I weigh. 999:11,121[E ]| I reverence that blood the Gods did spare 999:11,122[E ]| When his whole army such a fate did share, 999:11,123[E ]| Nor see I reason why it would be spilled, 999:11,124[E ]| Unless it prove a necessary guilt. 999:11,125[E ]| What needs such rigour? Your estate is sure, 999:11,126[E ]| Who takes no part, can make no forfeiture. 999:11,127[E ]| You may stand neuter, as you did before, 999:11,128[E ]| Though Caesar's rising fortune you adore, 999:11,129[E ]| And treat him like a God ~~ by my advice, 999:11,130[E ]| You shall not make him such a sacrifice. 999:11,131[E ]| For Mars it were too precious, and will give 999:11,132[E ]| Your name a blot you never shall outlive. 999:11,133[E ]| It is enough that Pompey hither came 999:11,134[E ]| And found no succour to keep you from blame. 999:11,135[E ]| The Senate by his inclination led, 999:11,136[E ]| Set Egypt's crown upon your father's head. 999:11,137[E ]| And yet I say not kings should grateful be 999:11,138[E ]| Beyond the bounds and rule of policy: 999:11,139[E ]| They of their people ought more care to show 999:11,140[E ]| Than gratitude for all that they can owe. 999:11,141[E ]| A crown bestowed can lay no obligation 999:11,142[E ]| On him that takes it to destroy his nation. 999:11,143[E ]| Besides, if every circumstance be weighed, 999:11,144[E ]| What ventured Pompey in your father's aid? 999:11,145[E ]| He sought thereby to make his credit known, 999:11,146[E ]| And glory got by rendering him his own. 999:11,147[E ]| He to the Senate an oration made, 999:11,148[E ]| But Caesar's thousand talents did persuade. 999:11,149[E ]| Had not that treasure made your father's way, 999:11,150[E ]| In vain had been whatever he could say. 999:11,151[E ]| He for you then, for him to Caesar you 999:11,152[E ]| May plead, 'tis all with safety you can do, 999:11,153[E ]| And all you owe him; to receive him here 999:11,154[E ]| Were to admit a guest that you must fear. 999:11,155[E ]| A conquered consul is so great a thing 999:11,156[E ]| That he will bear himself above a king. 999:11,157[E ]| Forbid him landing then, and spare his head. 999:11,158[E ]| But, if you Majesty will have him dead, 999:11,159[E ]| Command this sword to execute your will: 999:11,160[E ]| Great Pompey's blood I'll be the first shall spill. 999:11,161[F ]| Dread sir, I am a Roman, and do know 999:11,162[F ]| Both these commanders and their interest too. 999:11,163[F ]| To succour Pompey were a dangerous part, 999:11,164[F ]| To chase him hence would gain but half the heart 999:11,165[F ]| Of mighty Caesar, and make him your foe 999:11,166[F ]| Who yet perhaps may to such greatness grow, 999:11,167[F ]| Raising new forces both at land and sea, 999:11,168[F ]| That he at length with Caesar may agree 999:11,169[F ]| And both revenge themselves on such a friend 999:11,170[F ]| Whose cold neutrality did both offend. 999:11,171[F ]| In rendering him I no less danger find: 999:11,172[F ]| Caesar to pardon him must seem inclined, 999:11,173[F ]| And with false glory make glad Rome believe 999:11,174[F ]| 'Tis for her sake he lets his rival live, 999:11,175[F ]| Whilst in the secret of his thoughts he knows 999:11,176[F ]| That his forced clemency to you he owes. 999:11,177[F ]| Free Caesar then from danger and from guilt 999:11,178[F ]| And let his fortune on your shame be built. 999:11,179[F ]| Pompey destroyed of Caesar we are sure 999:11,180[F ]| And from the vengeance of the dead secure. 999:11,181[F ]| This my advice is, what Achillas said 999:11,182[F ]| Would give you cause to live of both afraid. 999:11,183[C ]| Then to necessity let justice vail, 999:11,184[C ]| And the plurality of votes prevail. 999:11,185[C ]| My inclination too favours that doom 999:11,186[C ]| Which may abate this arrogance of Rome. 999:11,187[C ]| Let her that does the prostrate world bestride 999:11,188[C ]| Lose at one stroke both liberty and pride. 999:11,189[C ]| Let Pompey die in whom her hopes do live, 999:11,190[C ]| To the world's tyrants let's a tyrant give. 999:11,191[C ]| Let us contribute to the Fates' decree 999:11,192[C ]| To make them subjects and us monarchs free. 999:11,193[C ]| At least our masters by this brave resolve 999:11,194[C ]| In the same servitude we shall involve. 999:11,195[C ]| Go then Achillas, with Septimius go, 999:11,196[C ]| And make us famous by this noble blow. 999:11,197[C ]| Had Heaven to Pompey been propitious, 999:11,198[C ]| It had not sent him to endanger us. 999:11,199[E ]| Sir, what a king commands is always just. 999:11,200[C ]| Haste then, be gone, and answer this great trust, 999:11,201[C ]| Which well performed, our throne secure you make. 999:11,202[C ]| Remember Rome and Egypt are at stake. 999:11,000[' ]| 999:12,000[' ]| 999:12,001[C ]| Photinus, this our sister will deceive 999:12,002[C ]| That hopes a crown from Pompey to receive. 999:12,003[C ]| She knows he has our father's will in guard 999:12,004[C ]| And sees her way to royalty prepared 999:12,005[C ]| By his arrival; she already plays 999:12,006[C ]| The Queen, and her ambitious hopes betrays, 999:12,007[C ]| Thinking by Pompey's friendship and his might 999:12,008[C ]| To ratify that will and share my right. 999:12,009[C ]| She looks as if she were already grown 999:12,010[C ]| My mistress, or my partner in the throne. 999:12,011[D ]| Sir, 'tis a motive which I did not urge, 999:12,012[D ]| That Pompey's death will her ill humours purge. 999:12,013[D ]| Your cause decided by that ancient host 999:12,014[D ]| Of our late King, would half the kingdom cost. 999:12,015[D ]| His will performed will divide your state, 999:12,016[D ]| Yet wish I not you should your sister hate. 999:12,017[D ]| By Nature's law she ought to have her part, 999:12,018[D ]| Not in the royal throne, but in your heart. 999:12,019[D ]| To reign in consort little honour brings, 999:12,020[D ]| And you would seem commissioners, not kings. 999:12,021[D ]| This way how oft have states distracted been! 999:12,022[D ]| But see, your sister, the pretended Queen. 999:13,000[' ]| 999:13,001[A ]| Pompey's arrived, sir, shall he come alone? 999:13,002[C ]| Achillas and Septimius both are gone 999:13,003[C ]| To wait upon him hither. 999:13,003[A ]| Are they two 999:13,004[A ]| Enough for him? 999:13,004[C ]| Why, sister, you may go. 999:13,005[A ]| Were it too much, had you in person gone? 999:13,006[C ]| Yes, I must keep the honour of the throne. 999:13,007[A ]| Remember, sir, who placed you there, and bow 999:13,008[A ]| To that great man to whom you so much owe. 999:13,009[C ]| Yes, your great man's deserted and o'erthrown. 999:13,010[A ]| Still he is Pompey and gave you the crown. 999:13,011[C ]| 'Tis Pompey's ghost which has obliged the ghost 999:13,012[C ]| Of our dead father, let him go and boast 999:13,013[C ]| Those merits passed upon his monument, 999:13,014[C ]| Thither perhaps ere long he may be sent. 999:13,015[A ]| Pompey a ghost! and sent unto a grave! 999:13,016[A ]| Is this the welcome he deserves to have? 999:13,017[C ]| 'Tis what the Gods inspired us to do, 999:13,018[C ]| And what the kingdom's good compelled us to. 999:13,019[A ]| Photin, and such mean counsellors I fear 999:13,020[A ]| Have with base counsel poisoned your ear. 999:13,021[D ]| The counsel, madam, we must all avow. 999:13,022[A ]| Peace, till I stoop to mingle words with you! 999:13,023[C ]| She is my sister, let her humour sway, 999:13,024[C ]| For your known innocence there needs no plea. 999:13,025[A ]| Sir, let that horrid sentence be recalled 999:13,026[A ]| If not too late, nor longer be enthraled 999:13,027[A ]| To these low slaves, but such advice embrace 999:13,028[A ]| As Heaven suggests to those of our high race. 999:13,029[C ]| Swelled with the hopes of Pompey's friendship, you 999:13,030[C ]| Speak like a queen, and think to make us bow. 999:13,031[C ]| With a false show of virtue you can hide 999:13,032[C ]| Your interest too, and your ambitious pride. 999:13,033[C ]| With Pompey's death you could be well content, 999:13,034[C ]| Did he not keep our father's testament. 999:13,035[A ]| No sir, 'tis honour and not interest 999:13,036[A ]| Which for great Pompey makes me thus contest. 999:13,037[A ]| Take here a secret, which will let you know 999:13,038[A ]| My hopes are built upon his mortal foe: 999:13,039[A ]| When the rude people of this barbarous town 999:13,040[A ]| Made the late King desert his royal throne, 999:13,041[A ]| His native soil he left, in hope to find 999:13,042[A ]| Rome's Senate to their old confederate kind. 999:13,043[A ]| To move their pity we both went along, 999:13,044[A ]| You but a tender child, myself though young 999:13,045[A ]| Yet of an age to make that beauty known 999:13,046[A ]| Which Heaven had lent me, and some hearts my own. 999:13,047[A ]| Above the rest Caesar his passion shows, 999:13,048[A ]| Declares his love, but yet with caution woos; 999:13,049[A ]| Fearing the Senate, he puts Pompey on, 999:13,050[A ]| Our business was by their new friendship done. 999:13,051[A ]| Pompey's authority for his sake we had, 999:13,052[A ]| And you this way with royal robes are clad. 999:13,053[A ]| But Caesar thus to gain us mighty Rome 999:13,054[A ]| Thought not enough, his love pursues us home, 999:13,055[A ]| His purse as well as heart he opened wide, 999:13,056[A ]| And with his treasure our low State supplied; 999:13,057[A ]| His thousand talents which are yet unpaid, 999:13,058[A ]| Over the rebels us victorious made. 999:13,059[A ]| This knew our dying father, and bestowed 999:13,060[A ]| Half that on me to whom the whole he owed; 999:13,061[A ]| He knew the kingdom was my beauty's prize 999:13,062[A ]| And that he owed his sceptre to these eyes; 999:13,063[A ]| Betwixt us two by his last will, the land 999:13,064[A ]| Restored by Caesar does divided stand. 999:13,065[A ]| And thus you see it is no partial end, 999:13,066[A ]| But sense of honour makes me Pompey's friend. 999:13,067[C ]| This story is contrived with a dress. 999:13,068[A ]| Of Caesar's coming here is an express: 999:13,069[A ]| The cause I have to bear me like a queen 999:13,070[A ]| Shall by yourself this day perhaps be seen. 999:13,071[A ]| For some years past here treated like a slave, 999:13,072[A ]| My right withheld, which our just father gave, 999:13,073[A ]| To flatter slaves I have employed my breath, 999:13,074[A ]| Lest your bad ministers should plot my death. 999:13,075[A ]| From Photin and Achillas' tyranny 999:13,076[A ]| Pompey or Caesar now will set me free. 999:13,077[A ]| One of those two our difference shall decide, 999:13,078[A ]| And then you'll know the reason of my pride. 999:13,000[' ]| 999:14,000[' ]| 999:14,001[C ]| What think you, Photin, of this haughty dame? 999:14,002[D ]| This secret never to my knowledge came. 999:14,003[D ]| Confused, uncertain, in my thoughts I find 999:14,004[D ]| No mean, whereby this storm may be declined. 999:14,005[C ]| Shall Pompey live then? 999:14,005[D ]| No, the rather die: 999:14,006[D ]| This way you must with your fair sister vie 999:14,007[D ]| For Caesar's grace, whose gratitude may prove 999:14,008[D ]| For such a service equal to his love. 999:14,009[C ]| What if her charms with Caesar should prevail? 999:14,010[D ]| She must be flattered, if you think I fail, 999:14,011[D ]| With wise Septimius and Achillas you 999:14,012[D ]| May take advice what you are next to do. 999:14,013[C ]| From the high tower we'll look on Pompey's fate 999:14,014[C ]| And this affair at their return debate. 999:20,000[' ]| 999:21,000[' ]| 999:21,001[A ]| Yes, I do love, but must not let the flame 999:21,002[A ]| Dazzle me so as to neglect my fame. 999:21,003[A ]| My heart feels both its duties, and by turns 999:21,004[A ]| It sighs for Pompey and for Caesar burns. 999:21,005[A ]| Nor shall the victor's passion make me lose 999:21,006[A ]| The sense of what our house to Pompey owes. 999:21,007[A ]| She that great Caesar loves, should in her soul 999:21,008[A ]| Abhor the appearance of a crime so foul. 999:21,009[A ]| It were an injury to his desire 999:21,010[A ]| To think that baseness can foment the fire. 999:21,011[G ]| What, do you Caesar love, and yet would raise 999:21,012[G ]| Egypt to trample on Pharsalia's bays? 999:21,013[G ]| Stop the high course of Fate, your force direct 999:21,014[G ]| Against him you love, and his great foe protect? 999:21,015[G ]| Love is no tyrant with you I perceive. 999:21,016[A ]| With their high birth princes this good receive: 999:21,017[A ]| Their souls partake their generous race, and so 999:21,018[A ]| Their rudest passions to their virtue bow; 999:21,019[A ]| And whilst the dictates of their own high blood, 999:21,020[A ]| They dare observe, illustrious, and all good 999:21,021[A ]| That they determine, and the ill we find 999:21,022[A ]| Flows from the counsel of some baser mind. 999:21,023[A ]| Thus is great Pompey lost: the King would save 999:21,024[A ]| A friend distressed, Photinus digs his grave. 999:21,025[G ]| Thus then of Caesar we in one person see 999:21,026[G ]| At once the lover and the enemy. 999:21,027[A ]| No, thus I court him, and no charm there is 999:21,028[A ]| Like that of virtue o'er a mind like his. 999:21,029[G ]| What we desire is easily believed, 999:21,030[G ]| And where we love we soonest are deceived. 999:21,031[A ]| Know then a queen that holds her honour dear, 999:21,032[A ]| From no brave man a low neglect can fear, 999:21,033[A ]| And whensoe'er she owns her high desire, 999:21,034[A ]| She meets an equal if no greater fire. 999:21,035[A ]| But this concerns not me, who long ago 999:21,036[A ]| Gave that great conqueror the fatal blow: 999:21,037[A ]| At Rome the haughty Man became my slave 999:21,038[A ]| And the first marks of his new passion gave; 999:21,039[A ]| And since that time, each day, some new express 999:21,040[A ]| Brings me his vows and tells me his success, 999:21,041[A ]| Through France, through Spain, or wheresoe'er he flies, 999:21,042[A ]| Fortune attends, and Love accompanies. 999:21,043[A ]| He worships me alone, and to my eyes 999:21,044[A ]| Ascribes the fame of all his victories; 999:21,045[A ]| Oft with that hand all reeking in the gore 999:21,046[A ]| Of slaughtered foes, my pity does implore, 999:21,047[A ]| Beating his breast, and with an humble guise 999:21,048[A ]| Complains of chains amidst his victories; 999:21,049[A ]| Vows he no pleasure took on what he had won 999:21,050[A ]| Till unto me the high success was known, 999:21,051[A ]| In whose dear love, alone, he can receive 999:21,052[A ]| The utmost joys the conquered world can give. 999:21,053[A ]| He offers me his glory, to my laws 999:21,054[A ]| Submits that heart and hand the world obeys, 999:21,055[A ]| So that my rigour, like Jove's thunder, can 999:21,056[A ]| Make the most wretched of the greatest man. 999:21,057[G ]| Well, I dare swear your charms a power enjoy 999:21,058[G ]| Which though they boast of, they will ne'er employ, 999:21,059[G ]| And the great Caesar shall no trouble know 999:21,060[G ]| If it can only from your rigour grow. 999:21,061[G ]| But what do you aim at? or to what pretend? 999:21,062[G ]| Another wife does all fair hopes defend. 999:21,063[G ]| The holy band of sacred Hymen keep 999:21,064[G ]| His soul enchained and all such thoughts asleep. 999:21,065[A ]| A fresh divorce so common at this day 999:21,066[A ]| May in my favour take those lets away. 999:21,067[A ]| 'Twas so he married her, and who can blame 999:21,068[A ]| Him to return her by the way she came. 999:21,069[G ]| And who can say but he'll serve you so too? 999:21,070[A ]| That sure my better stars won't let him do. 999:21,071[A ]| And if propitious Heaven but bless my bed 999:21,072[A ]| With any branch of his illustrious seed, 999:21,073[A ]| That happy union of our blood will join 999:21,074[A ]| Our interest so, he'll be for ever mine. 999:21,075[A ]| And since he hath no children, the new tie 999:21,076[A ]| Will grow upon him and my youth supply. 999:21,077[A ]| But whatsoe'er befall me, if I may, 999:21,078[A ]| I'll be his bride and though but one short day 999:21,079[A ]| Our marriage last, the glory ne'er can fall 999:21,080[A ]| To have been once the mighty queen of all 999:21,081[A ]| The prostrate world. This my ambition says, 999:21,082[A ]| To which, be it right or wrong, my soul obeys. 999:21,083[A ]| I love the noble heat, and 'tis alone 999:21,084[A ]| The generous passion that a queen may own. 999:21,085[G ]| 'Tis not the nearest way to Caesar's bed 999:21,086[G ]| Nor this thought greatness, to save Pompey's head. 999:21,087[A ]| But 'tis the noblest, and I should disdain 999:21,088[A ]| The highest title with the smallest stain. 999:21,089[A ]| Then wonder not, I Pompey thus protect, 999:21,090[A ]| For so my honour and his worth direct. 999:21,091[A ]| 'Tis for his hapless virtue all I may, 999:21,092[A ]| And would to Heaven he had taken some other way, 999:21,093[A ]| And hope some friendly storm will yet prevent 999:21,094[A ]| Upon so brave a man our foul intent, 999:21,095[A ]| Forcing his vessel from our faithless shore. 999:21,096[A ]| But here comes Achoree will tell us more: 999:21,097[A ]| What, is it done? and is our cursed land 999:21,098[A ]| With the high blood of the great Pompey stained? 999:21,099[H ]| Madam, as you commanded, to the place 999:21,100[H ]| I followed them, where I in little space 999:21,101[H ]| Saw the whole Treason, the great Pompey bleed, 999:21,102[H ]| And every passage of that barbarous deed; 999:21,103[H ]| And since you do command me here, proclaim 999:21,104[H ]| That glorious death which covers us with shame. 999:21,105[H ]| Harken! admire! and his strange fate deplore: 999:21,106[H ]| His vessel now in sight of our false shore 999:21,107[H ]| Had strucken sail, and he with joy beheld 999:21,108[H ]| Our galley's coming which his murderers filled, 999:21,109[H ]| Thought our brave King touched with a generous sense 999:21,110[H ]| Of the sad fortunes of so great a prince, 999:21,111[H ]| Had sent his fleet; but when that he perceived 999:21,112[H ]| That armed boat, he soon was undeceived, 999:21,113[H ]| Found the base man ungrateful to such worth, 999:21,114[H ]| Instead of aid had sent his murderers forth. 999:21,115[A ]| How great a curse Heaven on that prince does send, 999:21,116[A ]| Whom they do power without virtue lend! 999:21,117[A ]| How much more blessed are they that cannot reach 999:21,118[A ]| That height of mischief which their natures teach, 999:21,119[A ]| Whose lives and faults are private, so that fame 999:21,120[A ]| Can lay no lasting blot upon their name. 999:21,121[A ]| But this base stain will stick upon our house, 999:21,122[A ]| Whilst Memphis stands, or Nilus overflows. 999:21,123[A ]| But how did Pompey on the villains look? 999:21,124[H ]| He was with wonder, and not terror struck; 999:21,125[H ]| Some little fear surprised him, but he soon 999:21,126[H ]| Recalled his temper, and then thought alone, 999:21,127[H ]| Regardless of himself, how he might save 999:21,128[H ]| His dear Cornelia from the present grave. 999:21,129@b | `Let us expose alone these silver hairs 999:21,130@b | To the reception that base land prepares.' 999:21,131@b | `Fly then', 999:21,131[H ]| he said, 999:21,131@b | `whilst the whole storm I bear, 999:21,132@b | And to take vengeance by thy restless care; 999:21,133@b | Our noble Juba bears a braver mind, 999:21,134@b | With him thy father and my sons thou'lt find. 999:21,135@b | Yet if they fail, and meet untimely deaths, 999:21,136@b | Never despair, whilst the bold Cato breathes.' 999:21,137[H ]| Thus whilst their loves contest, the fatal bark 999:21,138[H ]| Makes towards them: Septimius as a mark 999:21,139[H ]| Of service gives his hand, in his own tongue 999:21,140[H ]| Salutes him Emperor, as from the young 999:21,141[H ]| Egyptian monarch. 999:21,141@f | `Step, great sir', 999:21,141[H ]| he said, 999:21,142@f | `Into this boat, quicksands and shelves have made 999:21,143@f | Our ports unsafe for greater ships'. 999:21,143[H ]| Even then 999:21,144[H ]| Our hero saw the baseness of the men, 999:21,145[H ]| Yet showed no change, but keeping in his face 999:21,146[H ]| His wonted majesty and fearless grace, 999:21,147[H ]| With the same countenance towards his death doth go, 999:21,148[H ]| Wherewith he wont whole kingdoms to bestow, 999:21,149[H ]| His virtue entire attends him in his fate. 999:21,150[H ]| Of all the followers of his happier state, 999:21,151[H ]| His freed-man Philip then remained alone. 999:21,152[H ]| From him I learnt what I have now made known, 999:21,153[H ]| And this is all, Madam, that he expressed: 999:21,154[H ]| My eyes have seen, my heart would sigh the rest. 999:21,155[H ]| Caesar himself when his sad fate he hears, 999:21,156[H ]| To such misfortunes can't deny his tears. 999:21,157[A ]| Oh spare not mine, proceed, this one relief 999:21,158[A ]| I have, that nothing can increase my grief. 999:21,159[H ]| Far off we saw him coming, and not one 999:21,160[H ]| Of all that troop but his discourse did shun, 999:21,161[H ]| Which strange contempt made him too well perceive 999:21,162[H ]| The entertainment he should soon receive. 999:21,163[H ]| At length they came to land, and as he stepped 999:21,164[H ]| Ashore, Achillas, that base traitor, leapt 999:21,165[H ]| Forth of the boat, and the first wound he made. 999:21,166[H ]| Then all at once basely his life invade, 999:21,167[H ]| All of one land, degenerate sons of Rome, 999:21,168[H ]| That should his guard, his murderers become. 999:21,169[H ]| Achillas's self that set the villains on, 999:21,170[H ]| Stood yet amazed to see it so boldly done. 999:21,171[A ]| Ye Gods that give the world to civil war, 999:21,172[A ]| When ye revenge his death our city spare! 999:21,173[A ]| Find out the hands, and punish not the town, 999:21,174[A ]| The crime of Memphis was by Romans done. 999:21,175[A ]| But how does he receive their treacherous blows? 999:21,176[H ]| Part of his robe over his face he throws, 999:21,177[H ]| And without seeing it his fate obeyed, 999:21,178[H ]| Disdained the Heavens, that had his cause betrayed, 999:21,179[H ]| To look at then, lest dying he might seem, 999:21,180[H ]| Or aid, or vengeance to implore of them. 999:21,181[H ]| No feeble part though of his failing breath 999:21,182[H ]| But showed him worthy of a nobler death. 999:21,183[H ]| His head cut off, is by the villains shown 999:21,184[H ]| Like some proud trophy when a battle's won, 999:21,185[H ]| And his dead body to the sea exposed, 999:21,186[H ]| Floats now at random, in no urn enclosed. 999:21,187[H ]| At such a sight the poor Cornelia lost ~~ 999:21,188[A ]| Great Gods, in what distraction was she tossed? 999:21,189[H ]| Her mournful hands to cruel Heaven she lifts, 999:21,190[H ]| Yet pays submission to its hidden drifts, 999:21,191[H ]| And then again o'ercome with sudden grief 999:21,192[H ]| Falls in a sound, and seems to hate relief. 999:21,193[H ]| Her men the while plying the oars amain, 999:21,194[H ]| With frighted haste the milder sea regain. 999:21,195[H ]| But yet I fear they cannot 'scape, for base 999:21,196[H ]| Septimius does them with six vessels chase, 999:21,197[H ]| Who to complete his crime endeavours shows, 999:21,198[H ]| And Pompey even after death pursues. 999:21,199[A ]| Unequalled villain! O, accursed brood! 999:21,200[A ]| Are they not glutted with that hero's blood 999:21,201[A ]| That thus his dearer half they do pursue, 999:21,202[A ]| Forgetting all that to her sex is due? 999:21,203[H ]| Meanwhile Achillas doth in triumph bring 999:21,204[H ]| His horrid present to our faithless king. 999:21,205[H ]| The people, as he goes, astonished mourn 999:21,206[H ]| And from the hated sight their faces turn. 999:21,207[H ]| A general horror doth their souls invade, 999:21,208[H ]| Some fear the ground will open, and be made 999:21,209[H ]| Their common grave; others loud thunder hear, 999:21,210[H ]| To every one does some strange sight appear: 999:21,211[H ]| So does the guilt distract them, and present 999:21,212[H ]| Unto their thoughts the excess of punishment. 999:21,213[H ]| His freed-man Philip in a servant's mind 999:21,214[H ]| Shows yet a courage of the noblest kind: 999:21,215[H ]| He follows his dead lord, and watches where 999:21,216[H ]| Or to what shore the angry main will bear 999:21,217[H ]| The headless trunk, that he may duly burn 999:21,218[H ]| And put his sacred ashes in an urn. 999:21,219[H ]| But as toward Africk they Cornelia chase, 999:21,220[H ]| Caesar appears, and almost hides the face 999:21,221[H ]| Of spacious Neptune with his numerous fleet. 999:21,222[A ]| It must be he, in that we plainly see it. 999:21,223[A ]| Tremble, ye villains of this impious land, 999:21,224[A ]| Cleopatra now holds thunder in her hand! 999:21,225[A ]| May throw it on whom she will, Caesar is come, 999:21,226[A ]| She is your Queen, her angry breath your doom. 999:21,227[A ]| Let us admire the while, the uncertain state 999:21,228[A ]| Of human greatness, and by Pompey's fate 999:21,229[A ]| Learn what our own may be: This prince that swayed 999:21,230[A ]| The imperial Senate, whom the world obeyed, 999:21,231[A ]| Whom Fortune seemed to have advanced above 999:21,232[A ]| Her own proud reach, who did more terror move 999:21,233[A ]| In Rome than loudest thunder, whom she saw 999:21,234[A ]| Three times her proud triumphal chariots draw, 999:21,235[A ]| Who in these last extremes and falling state 999:21,236[A ]| Both consuls had companions of his fate; 999:21,237[A ]| When Fortune once neglected him, we see 999:21,238[A ]| Egyptian monsters of his decree, 999:21,239[A ]| We see a Photin and Achillas straight 999:21,240[A ]| The great disposers of the highest fate, 999:21,241[A ]| A King that from his hands a crown receives 999:21,242[A ]| Him to the hands of basest villains gives. 999:21,243[A ]| So Pompey falls, and so perhaps one day 999:21,244[A ]| The now victorious and great Caesar may. 999:21,245[A ]| But oh ye powerful Gods that see my tears, 999:21,246[A ]| Assist my wishes, and avert my fears. 999:21,247[H ]| Madam, the King is coming. 999:21,248[C ]| Do you know the honour we are like to have? 999:21,249[A ]| Yes, Caesar's come, I'm no more Photin's slave. 999:21,250[C ]| Sister, you always hate that worthy man. 999:21,251[A ]| No, but I now despise the worst he can. 999:21,252[C ]| Of what design of his can you complain? 999:21,253[A ]| Where we have suffered much, fears are not vain: 999:21,254[A ]| So great a statesman may do anything 999:21,255[A ]| When he's assisted by a credulous king. 999:21,256[C ]| I follow his advice, and know 'tis good. 999:21,257[A ]| I fear the effects and see it spares no blood. 999:21,258[C ]| For common safety, all things lawful are. 999:21,259[A ]| That kind of justice, I too justly fear: 999:21,260[A ]| It cost me late my interest in the throne, 999:21,261[A ]| And Pompey's head to whom you owe your crown. 999:21,262[C ]| He never played a greater statesman's part, 999:21,263[C ]| Caesar to gain there was no other art. 999:21,264[C ]| You see his haste, and our disordered town: 999:21,265[C ]| Before it could have armed, had been o'erthrown, 999:21,266[C ]| But safely now to his victorious hand 999:21,267[C ]| Your heart I offer, and my own command. 999:21,268[A ]| Make your own offers, I shall mine propound, 999:21,269[A ]| You need not thus our interests confound. 999:21,270[C ]| They are but one, since of one blood we be. 999:21,271[A ]| You might as well say two of one degree, 999:21,272[A ]| Being sovereigns both, and yet you'll shortly learn 999:21,273[A ]| There is some difference in our concern. 999:21,274[C ]| Yes, sister, for my small dominion ends 999:21,275[C ]| In narrow bounds, nor beyond Nile pretends. 999:21,276[C ]| But you are Caesar's Queen, and may command 999:21,277[C ]| O'er Ganges, Tigus, and the farthest land. 999:21,278[A ]| I have ambition, but 'tis so confined, 999:21,279[A ]| That though it dazzles me, I am not blind. 999:21,280[A ]| Talk not to me of Tigus nor of Ganges, 999:21,281[A ]| I know my right, and care not for your changes. 999:21,282[C ]| You have an advantage, and you'll use it I find. 999:21,283[A ]| I'm sure if I don't I'm not of your mind. 999:21,284[C ]| I followed thy advice, yet all my art 999:21,285[C ]| And lowest flattery but made her start 999:21,286[C ]| Into a farther pride, until at last, 999:21,287[C ]| Tired with such scorn my rage had like to have passed 999:21,288[C ]| All bounds, and neither minding Caesar nor his force, 999:21,289[C ]| With her high pride have taken such a course, 999:21,290[C ]| That spite of all her brags she sooner might 999:21,291[C ]| Implore of Pompey than of him a right. 999:21,292[C ]| She talks as though she already were a queen, 999:21,293[C ]| And if he do indulge her pride and spleen 999:21,294[C ]| And she o'er him her boasted empire have, 999:21,295[C ]| Her brother and her king must be her slave. 999:21,296[C ]| But let's prevent her rage, 'tis poor to wait 999:21,297[C ]| And tamely bear the certain strokes of Fate. 999:21,298[C ]| Let's put an end to her too long disdain, 999:21,299[C ]| Let's from her take the means to please and reign. 999:21,300[C ]| What? shall my sceptre and undoubted right, 999:21,301[C ]| So long maintained, a wanton smile requite? 999:21,302[D ]| Sir, give him no pretence to rend your crown 999:21,303[D ]| From off your head, and join it to his own. 999:21,304[D ]| That haughty mind which has no other care 999:21,305[D ]| But to bring cruel slavery and war 999:21,306[D ]| Where e'er he comes, transported with the rage 999:21,307[D ]| Which such a loss must certainly engage 999:21,308[D ]| A real lover in, though you but justice do, 999:21,309[D ]| Will take the occasion to become your foe, 999:21,310[D ]| And then to colour o'er his thirst of spoil, 999:21,311[D ]| Your brave revenge will a foul murder style. 999:21,312[C ]| If she once see him she will have the crown. 999:21,313[D ]| And if she don't, you are certainly undone. 999:21,314[C ]| I'll pluck her with me, since I needs must fall. 999:21,315[D ]| Preserve yourself I pray, if that be all. 999:21,316[C ]| What? in my crown to see her proudly shine? 999:21,317[C ]| Sceptre, if thou must leave these hands of mine, 999:21,318[C ]| Pass, pass, unto the mighty conquerors. 999:21,319[D ]| Sir, you will better wrest it out of hers. 999:21,320[D ]| Whatever flames he for a while may show, 999:21,321[D ]| Fear not, he shortly must be gone, we know. 999:21,322[D ]| No ardour Love can give to such a soul 999:21,323[D ]| But what his high designs will soon control. 999:21,324[D ]| Iberia, Africa, are yet possessed 999:21,325[D ]| By the young Pompeys, and that interest 999:21,326[D ]| So great a general would much mistake 999:21,327[D ]| No other use of his success to make 999:21,328[D ]| Than to give leisure to such daring sprights, 999:21,329[D ]| To be again in posture for new fights. 999:21,330[C ]| What human force can long oppose that hand 999:21,331[C ]| Which neither Rome nor Pompey could withstand? 999:21,332[C ]| And then with lover's haste he will return, 999:21,333[C ]| And we too late our lost occasion mourn. 999:21,334[D ]| Soon as he has that party quite o'erthrown, 999:21,335[D ]| He must to Rome there to secure his own, 999:21,336[D ]| Change at his will the model of the state, 999:21,337[D ]| Enjoy the bounty of indulgent fate, 999:21,338[D ]| And when he's there, what is it you may not do? 999:21,339[D ]| But for a while you must to Caesar bow, 999:21,340[D ]| Constrain yourself to please him, we shall find 999:21,341[D ]| A time to settle all things to your mind. 999:21,342[D ]| Give freely to his hands your power and crown 999:21,343[D ]| And to his high disposal leave your throne. 999:21,344[D ]| Whatever hopes her haughty mind may fill, 999:21,345[D ]| I know he must observe your father's will. 999:21,346[D ]| Besides, the late great service you have done, 999:21,347[D ]| Bids you be confident of what's your own. 999:21,348[D ]| But whatsoe'er he does, seem to comply, 999:21,349[D ]| Extol his judgement, praise his equity, 999:21,350[D ]| Till he be gone at least, and when we see 999:21,351[D ]| That time and place with our designs agree, 999:21,352[D ]| We will revenge ourselves, and she shall find 999:21,353[D ]| The fatal error of her haughty mind. 999:21,354[C ]| Thou hast restored me to my life and crown: 999:21,355[C ]| The greatest blessings that the Gods send down 999:21,356[C ]| On princes, are such counsellors. Let's go, 999:21,357[C ]| Dear Atlas of my throne, to meet our foe 999:21,358[C ]| With all our fleet, present him all we have, 999:21,359[C ]| That we may all again entire receive. 999:31,000[' ]| 999:31,000[' ]| 999:31,001[G ]| While Ptolomey with low respect does haste 999:31,002[G ]| Our Egypt's crown at Caesar's feet to cast, 999:31,003[G ]| The Queen as unconcerned at home does stay, 999:31,004[G ]| Expecting Caesar like respect should pay 999:31,005[G ]| To her: what think you of this haughty dame? 999:31,006[H ]| 'Tis a just value set upon the fame 999:31,007[H ]| Of her great beauty, and becomes her place 999:31,008[H ]| And high extraction of that royal race. 999:31,009[H ]| But may I have access? 999:31,009[G ]| No, I am sent 999:31,010[G ]| Of the late interview to know the event, 999:31,011[G ]| To learn what the strange present did obtain: 999:31,012[G ]| The thanks of Caesar, or his just disdain? 999:31,013[G ]| If his reception of the King were kind, 999:31,014[G ]| And what success our murderers do find? 999:31,015[H ]| The head presented will produce effects 999:31,016[H ]| Much differing from what Egypt's court expects, 999:31,017[H ]| Whose flatteries have misled their sovereign. 999:31,018[H ]| When he took shipping I was in his train, 999:31,019[H ]| Our navy anchor in good order weighed 999:31,020[H ]| And a league hence for Caesar's coming stayed. 999:31,021[H ]| He with full sails advanced, as Mars had graced 999:31,022[H ]| His sword with conquest, Neptune now as fast 999:31,023[H ]| Favours his course and to his fleet as kind 999:31,024[H ]| As his late fortune, gives a prosperous wind. 999:31,025[H ]| When they first meet, our prince dismayed appears, 999:31,026[H ]| Forgetting what became the crown he wears, 999:31,027[H ]| Shows abject fear, in cheerfulness ill-feigned, 999:31,028[H ]| A servile baseness his behaviour stained. 999:31,029[H ]| I blushed to see our Ptolomey so near 999:31,030[H ]| To mighty Caesar and no king appear. 999:31,031[H ]| Caesar that saw fear strike him in amaze, 999:31,032[H ]| With flattering pity did his spirits raise. 999:31,033[H ]| He faintly then the fatal present shows: 999:31,034[H ]| `Behold', my Lord, `the last of all your foes. 999:31,035[H ]| Pompey, Cornelia, both from me receive 999:31,036[H ]| More than the Gods could at Pharsalia give. 999:31,037[H ]| Here is his head, the other, though she flies, 999:31,038[H ]| Our fleet pursuing will soon make your prize.' 999:31,039[H ]| The head discovered of great Pompey slain, 999:31,040[H ]| Appeared as though it would have spoke again, 999:31,041[H ]| As if it yet were warm enough to have 999:31,042[H ]| Sense of the affront which to his ghost they gave; 999:31,043[H ]| The mouth yet gaping, and the wandering sight 999:31,044[H ]| Seemed to recall the soul but yet in flight; 999:31,045[H ]| His dying anger wanted only breath 999:31,046[H ]| To accuse the Gods for his defeat and death. 999:31,047[G ]| Drawn in small space, large histories have been, 999:31,048[G ]| So in that point those miseries were seen 999:31,049[G ]| That like a deluge the whole world o'erspread 999:31,050[G ]| Ere they could swell so high to reach that head. 999:31,051[G ]| Could horror there, contracting all her power, 999:31,052[G ]| Make no impression on the conqueror? 999:31,053[H ]| The sight like thunder struck him with surprise, 999:31,054[H ]| As one not knowing what, or how to advise. 999:31,055[H ]| His fixed eye a while, and deep suspense, 999:31,056[H ]| From all about him hid his doubtful sense. 999:31,057[H ]| If we may guess, he laboured to destroy 999:31,058[H ]| The rising motions of uncomely joy 999:31,059[H ]| To which ambition did his thoughts allure, 999:31,060[H ]| Finding his empire o'er the world secure. 999:31,061[H ]| This pleasure with discretion did contest 999:31,062[H ]| For a short pause, till reason got the best. 999:31,063[H ]| Though he loves greatness, treachery he hates, 999:31,064[H ]| Weighs the world's judgement and his own, debates 999:31,065[H ]| What solid motives urge his joy or woe, 999:31,066[H ]| At length concluding, tears his eyes o'erflow. 999:31,067[H ]| A generous frailty in his temper shines 999:31,068[H ]| And to his virtue interest resigns. 999:31,069[H ]| Out of his sight he sends them with their gift, 999:31,070[H ]| And with his eyes and hands to Heaven uplift, 999:31,071[H ]| Against the fact in bitter words declares, 999:31,072[H ]| Then silent stood as one oppressed with cares. 999:31,073[H ]| Nor to his Romans would he make reply, 999:31,074[H ]| But with deep sighing or an angry eye. 999:31,075[H ]| At length with thirty cohorts set on land, 999:31,076[H ]| Both of our ports and gates he took command, 999:31,077[H ]| Placed guards with secret orders everywhere 999:31,078[H ]| To make distrust as well as grief appear. 999:31,079[H ]| Speaks as our Lord, names Pompey, not as one 999:31,080[H ]| That was his rival, but his dearest son. 999:31,081[H ]| There's what I saw. 999:31,081[G ]| Here's what the Queen would have, 999:31,082[G ]| And what her prayers from just Osiris crave. 999:31,083[G ]| She'll be transported with this welcome news 999:31,084[G ]| Which, to increase your faithful service, use. 999:31,085[H ]| I shall, but Caesar's come, go let her hear 999:31,086[H ]| How pale our courtiers look, how dead with fear. 999:31,087[H ]| And we, as Caesar shall his mind disclose, 999:31,088[H ]| Will soon inform her how this new world goes. 999:32,000[' ]| 999:32,001[B ]| My lord, as sovereign here, our throne ascend. 999:32,002[I ]| That offer, sir, speaks you not Caesar's friend. 999:32,003[I ]| Fortune's worst malice could not set me down 999:32,004[I ]| To less advantage than upon a throne; 999:32,005[I ]| Here Rome's hard usage would find just excuse, 999:32,006[I ]| If such a weak temptation could seduce 999:32,007[I ]| A Roman heart from its true character 999:32,008[I ]| To stoop at loyalty, disdained by her 999:32,009[I ]| And given as cheap, 'tis bred in our souls' frame 999:32,010[I ]| To hate that quality and slight the name. 999:32,011[I ]| This from great Pompey you had sooner known 999:32,012[I ]| If your distressed friend you had dared to own: 999:32,013[I ]| He had this offer of your chair declined 999:32,014[I ]| If to that worthy you had been thus kind. 999:32,015[I ]| You might perhaps have fallen, but strewed with bays, 999:32,016[I ]| No trophies of success had matched that praise. 999:32,017[I ]| When Fortune had betrayed your enterprise, 999:32,018[I ]| Caesar had took delight to help you rise, 999:32,019[I ]| But since your thoughts had no regard of fame, 999:32,020[I ]| To that illustrious head whence grew your claim, 999:32,021[I ]| Which way could he forfeit his life to you, 999:32,022[I ]| Whose homage is to the least Roman due? 999:32,023[I ]| Has Fate made me triumphant o'er my foes 999:32,024[I ]| That Egypt's king the conquest should dispose? 999:32,025[I ]| My too destructive sword did I unsheathe 999:32,026[I ]| That you might judge of Romans' life and death? 999:32,027[I ]| I fought to wrest that power from Pompey's hands: 999:32,028[I ]| Shall I endure your barbarous commands? 999:32,029[I ]| What do you think, for this can be your doom 999:32,030[I ]| Where you pretend a sovereignty o'er Rome? 999:32,031[I ]| Affronted more in this illustrious head 999:32,032[I ]| Than all the blood that Mithridates shed. 999:32,033[I ]| Had I been vanquished, your complying thought 999:32,034[I ]| My head a present had to Pompey brought. 999:32,035[I ]| Thanks to my fortune that I am adored: 999:32,036[I ]| From him retreating I had met your sword, 999:32,037[I ]| Friendship abhorred and formidable love 999:32,038[I ]| That safe or dangerous as our fortunes prove ~~ 999:32,039[I ]| But speak, you have too long stood thus confused. 999:32,040[B ]| 'Tis true, but with just cause may be excused. 999:32,041[B ]| A sovereign born that always used command, 999:32,042[B ]| I now in presence of my master stand. 999:32,043[B ]| My courtiers all with reverence on me look, 999:32,044[B ]| But with like awe I am by Caesar strook. 999:32,045[B ]| Judge then how I should presence have of mind 999:32,046[B ]| Who from your words such cause of terror find. 999:32,047[B ]| Lost in profound respect, how should we clear 999:32,048[B ]| This double cloud of reverence and fear? 999:32,049[B ]| But above all that which confounds me most 999:32,050[B ]| Is to find Caesar friend to Pompey's ghost. 999:32,051[B ]| You urge ingratitude, but this I know, 999:32,052[B ]| That more to Caesar than to him I owe. 999:32,053[B ]| Your favour first on our dark fortune shined, 999:32,054[B ]| To what he did he was by you inclined. 999:32,055[B ]| Our cause in the senate he did undertake, 999:32,056[B ]| Protecting injured princes for your sake. 999:32,057[B ]| Yet vain had been whatever they decreed 999:32,058[B ]| Unless your bounty had supplied our need. 999:32,059[B ]| The thousand talents you so nobly lent 999:32,060[B ]| Restored us to our throne from banishment. 999:32,061[B ]| Your son we honoured, while he was your friend, 999:32,062[B ]| Before his force he did against you bend. 999:32,063[B ]| Before he envied your success in war 999:32,064[B ]| And tyrant-like began this civil jar. 999:32,065[I ]| Hold ~~ Are you not contented with his death 999:32,066[I ]| That thus you blast his glory with your breath? 999:32,067[I ]| Vent not such slanders as may Rome offend, 999:32,068[I ]| Nor him reproach while you your self defend. 999:32,069[B ]| Then we refer to Heaven his secret thought, 999:32,070[B ]| Which all our vows during these wars besought, 999:32,071[B ]| That you by prosperous arms might be redressed 999:32,072[B ]| Whose slow resentment was so rudely pressed. 999:32,073[B ]| How could I think that it became your friend 999:32,074[B ]| To spare his life, that did your death intend? 999:32,075[B ]| A man whose rage no victory could quell 999:32,076[B ]| Might have fetched succour from the lowest Hell, 999:32,077[B ]| Made the wild Parthian the sworn foe of Rome 999:32,078[B ]| And all the East against his father come. 999:32,079[B ]| Besides, had you his person got, our fear 999:32,080[B ]| Supposed your heart too generous would forbear 999:32,081[B ]| Your just revenge, and clemency's excess 999:32,082[B ]| Had still continued your unhappiness. 999:32,083[B ]| These friendly fears of accidents so ill 999:32,084[B ]| Made us secure you, though against your will. 999:32,085[B ]| Our forward zeal as guilty you disown, 999:32,086[B ]| But 'twas to serve you, what has been misdone. 999:32,087[B ]| Nor need you own the fact by which you gain: 999:32,088[B ]| To keep you innocent I took the stain; 999:32,089[B ]| The blacker 'tis, the more it should be prized, 999:32,090[B ]| My fame to your concernment sacrificed. 999:32,091[I ]| Reasons ill-grounded your false zeal misled 999:32,092[I ]| If what the whole world prayed for caused your dread, 999:32,093[I ]| That your too curious fear should thus delude 999:32,094[I ]| The fairest hope our civil arms pursued. 999:32,095[I ]| Honour engaged me my proud foes to tame 999:32,096[I ]| And then to pardon was my only aim. 999:32,097[I ]| The fiercest enemies I have o'erthrown 999:32,098[I ]| For my dear friends and confidants I own. 999:32,099[I ]| What public joy had our sad war ensued 999:32,100[I ]| If I and Pompey o'er our former feud 999:32,101[I ]| Triumphant had in the same chariot rid? 999:32,102[I ]| All which your narrow policies forbid. 999:32,103[I ]| You feared my clemency! Oh gross mistake! 999:32,104[I ]| Wish it were greater now for your own sake. 999:32,105[I ]| If by strict rules of justice I were led, 999:32,106[I ]| I should appease Rome's anger with your head; 999:32,107[I ]| Without regard to seeming love, your state, 999:32,108[I ]| Or too late penitence, indulge my hate, 999:32,109[I ]| And make your throne itself the tragic stage, 999:32,110[I ]| Did not your sister obviate my rage. 999:32,111[I ]| Your guilty blood my pardon only gains 999:32,112[I ]| Because it runs in Cleopatra's veins. 999:32,113[I ]| On your base flatterers the fault I lay 999:32,114[I ]| And am content their lives the forfeit pay. 999:32,115[I ]| Guilty or innocent I shall esteem 999:32,116[I ]| You, as you spare, or as you punish them. 999:32,117[I ]| Meanwhile to Pompey let new altars rise 999:32,118[I ]| With honours, such as to the Deities 999:32,119[I ]| Are paid, with sacrifice your crime repair 999:32,120[I ]| And in that work employ your chiefest care. 999:32,121[I ]| Among your courtiers order this design 999:32,122[I ]| And leave me otherwise employed with mine. 999:33,000[' ]| 999:33,001[I ]| Antonius, have you Egypt's princess seen? 999:33,002[J ]| Anton. Yes, and all wonder met in that fair queen. 999:33,003[J ]| Heaven never yet in such a union joined 999:33,004[J ]| All beauty's charms with an accomplished mind. 999:33,005[J ]| Her look, with a sweet majesty replete, 999:33,006[J ]| The coldest hearts invades with conquering heat. 999:33,007[J ]| Her wit surprises, and her bright eyes so 999:33,008[J ]| That were I Caesar, I should love her too. 999:33,009[I ]| But how does she our offered love receive? 999:33,010[J ]| As if she durst not, but yet did believe. 999:33,011[J ]| With weak denials she invites to sue 999:33,012[J ]| And seems not worthy, though she thinks it due. 999:33,013[I ]| Shall I prevail? 999:33,013[J ]| What doubt if you command 999:33,014[J ]| Her, that expects a sceptre from your hand? 999:33,015[J ]| How should your passion fear to be repelled? 999:33,016[J ]| What can oppose him that has Pompey quelled? 999:33,017[J ]| All the objection that her caution brings 999:33,018[J ]| Is the contempt that Romans have of kings. 999:33,019[J ]| Something she's troubled with Calphurnia too, 999:33,020[J ]| But all will vanish at the sight of you. 999:33,021[J ]| To pleasing hopes these fears will soon give place 999:33,022[J ]| When you shall woo her with a conqueror's grace. 999:33,023[I ]| Let's go and free her from this trivial fear 999:33,024[I ]| By making Caesar's matchless love appear. 999:33,025[I ]| Come, let's away. 999:33,025[J ]| Before you wait on her, 999:33,026[J ]| Know that Cornelia is your prisoner, 999:33,027[J ]| Brought by Septimius, whom his late crimes raise 999:33,028[J ]| To great expectance of your thanks and praise. 999:33,029[J ]| Your guards by order when they first took shore 999:33,030[J ]| Led them towards you without expressing more. 999:33,031[I ]| She must come in ~~ these news untimely stay 999:33,032[I ]| Impatient hopes with languishing delay. 999:33,033[I ]| Oh! the excess of greatness that employs 999:33,034[I ]| Our life in business, and defers our joys. 999:34,000[' ]| 999:34,001[F ]| My Lord ~~ 999:34,001[I ]| Septimius, to your master go, 999:34,002[I ]| No traitors shall abide with Caesar, no 999:34,003[I ]| Degenerate wretch, that Roman swords could bring 999:34,004[I ]| From Pompey's camp or mine to serve a king. 999:34,005[K ]| Caesar, for envious Fates that I out-brave 999:34,006[K ]| Can make me but your prisoner, not your slave, 999:34,007[K ]| Expect not that their rage should make me bow 999:34,008[K ]| To call you Lord, that homage is below 999:34,009[K ]| Young Crassus, Pompey's widow, Scipio's blood, 999:34,010[K ]| And what's yet more a Roman born. How should 999:34,011[K ]| I stoop to that who am so much above 999:34,012[K ]| The power of Fortune in my birth and love? 999:34,013[K ]| For life, 'tis that I blush to own, that I 999:34,014[K ]| Could stay behind when I saw Pompey die; 999:34,015[K ]| Though Pity with rude Force imposed restraint 999:34,016[K ]| From steel, or waves, it is my shame to want 999:34,017[K ]| Those borrowed helps, for loss of such a friend, 999:34,018[K ]| Excess of grief should lingering torments end. 999:34,019[K ]| Death were my glory, that your captive I 999:34,020[K ]| Live, is the last degree of misery. 999:34,021[I ]| The nature of your grief so violent 999:34,022[I ]| Does to your thoughts through a dark veil present 999:34,023[I ]| All black like Egypt's monsters, this belief 999:34,024[I ]| Of them were just, not where a Roman's chief. 999:34,025[K ]| Oh Heaven! upon my birth, what planets shined 999:34,026[K ]| That I must praise their clemency, to find 999:34,027[K ]| My greatest foe rule here, rather than one 999:34,028[K ]| My husband's hand restored to his lost throne? 999:34,029[K ]| Caesar, upon your triumphs set less rate, 999:34,030[K ]| Effects produced by my disastrous fate 999:34,031[K ]| Ruin my portion to both husbands paid, 999:34,032[K ]| Theirs, and the whole world's fortune has outweighed. 999:34,033[K ]| 'Tis I, that with my nuptial knot ill-tied, 999:34,034[K ]| Twice made the Gods forsake the juster side. 999:34,035[K ]| Oh, that on Caesar I had been bestowed! 999:34,036[K ]| That Rome to my misfortune might have owed 999:34,037[K ]| Her freedom, and thy family the bane 999:34,038[K ]| Of blasting stars led thither as my train. 999:34,039[K ]| Think not to change my hate, a heart like mine 999:34,040[K ]| Though force may captivate, can ne'er incline. 999:34,041[K ]| Basely to sue, whate'er your order threats, 999:34,042[K ]| Cornelia neither trembles nor entreats. 999:34,043[I ]| Oh worthy half of an illustrious mate! 999:34,044[I ]| Your courage we admire, and mourn your Fate. 999:34,045[I ]| From whence you sprung, this great heart amply proves, 999:34,046[I ]| And your just title to such worthy loves: 999:34,047[I ]| Young Crassus, Pompey's virtues, whose reward 999:34,048[I ]| Fate could not pay, Scipio's great soul, the guard 999:34,049[I ]| Of our distressed and threatened deities 999:34,050[I ]| Speak with your voice, and sparkle in your eyes. 999:34,051[I ]| No dame so highly married and so born 999:34,052[I ]| Does Rome the mistress of the world adorn. 999:34,053[I ]| Would Jove, and all the Gods your Scipio saved 999:34,054[I ]| From Punic rage, had heard but what I craved, 999:34,055[I ]| That in your hero's breast no misconceit 999:34,056[I ]| Of my design had made him thus retreat 999:34,057[I ]| To barbarous courts, on us he had relied 999:34,058[I ]| And stopped his flight to hear me justified, 999:34,059[I ]| Then had I triumphed with a happier doom 999:34,060[I ]| Over mistakes and strife, not him, and Rome, 999:34,061[I ]| And he his losses recompensed might prove 999:34,062[I ]| In the full treasure of his rival's love. 999:34,063[I ]| To live his equal, and to die his friend, 999:34,064[I ]| Of my contention was the only end. 999:34,065[I ]| His mind once settled in a quiet state, 999:34,066[I ]| His pardon I had got for partial Fate. 999:34,067[I ]| And with it gained Rome's alienated heart 999:34,068[I ]| When she had known I had in his a part. 999:34,069[K ]| Caesar, great promises are safely made 999:34,070[K ]| Where the performance is but to a shade. 999:34,071[K ]| The way's too common, and we easily find 999:34,072[K ]| Men to the ashes of their rivals kind. 999:34,073[K ]| Be still your self, for we receive your hate 999:34,074[K ]| With better welcome, than a love so late. 999:34,075[I ]| Yet, Madam, since with him these hopes must die, 999:34,076[I ]| And envious Fates so great a joy deny, 999:34,077[I ]| To what is left of him, that is, to you, 999:34,078[I ]| Caesar shall render what to both is due. 999:34,079[I ]| Be mistress of yourself, I only pray 999:34,080[I ]| The favour from you of a two days' stay, 999:34,081[I ]| To be a witness after all your hate, 999:34,082[I ]| How I resent his loss, revenge his fate, 999:34,083[I ]| That so the world for all the late spilt flood 999:34,084[I ]| May know the price I set on Roman blood. 999:34,085[I ]| Madam, I leave you for a moment, see 999:34,086[I ]| Good Lepidus, that her attendance be 999:34,087[I ]| As Roman ladies ought, that is, above 999:34,088[I ]| What's paid to greatest queens, let all things move 999:34,089[I ]| At her command. 999:34,089[K ]| O cruelty of fate! 999:34,091[K ]| That I such virtue should be forced to hate. 999:40,000[' ]| 999:40,000[' ]| 999:41,000[' ]| 999:41,001[C ]| Beyond belief is the sad news you tell: 999:41,002[C ]| By the same hand and sword that Pompey fell, 999:41,003[C ]| Septimius slain? Achillas, wert thou there, 999:41,004[C ]| Sawest thou the sad effect of his despair? 999:41,005[E ]| I saw him die, and with his latest breath 999:41,006[E ]| Seem to advise us in the pangs of death 999:41,007[E ]| To judge of Caesar's slow advised rage. 999:41,008[E ]| Wrath soon inflamed as quickly may assuage, 999:41,009[E ]| But studied anger and deliberate hate 999:41,010[E ]| Grows up with time and carries certain fate. 999:41,011[E ]| Nor must we hope his fury will decline: 999:41,012[E ]| He calls it just revenge, 'tis mere design. 999:41,013[E ]| With Pompey's ghost a league he would contract, 999:41,014[E ]| And punishing that much repented act 999:41,015[E ]| Strives to obtain, for Caesar grasps at all, 999:41,016[E ]| Empire and glory by his rival's fall. 999:41,017[C ]| Ah! had thy good advice belief obtained, 999:41,018[C ]| Without a master Ptolomey had reigned. 999:41,019[C ]| But kings still choose, governed by some ill fate, 999:41,020[C ]| The worst advice after a long debate. 999:41,021[C ]| Destiny blinds them, or if any light 999:41,022[C ]| Seem to inform, it but deceives their sight, 999:41,023[C ]| And with delusive glimmerings leads them on 999:41,024[C ]| Till they have reached their own destruction. 999:41,025[D ]| I was deceived in Caesar all this while, 999:41,026[D ]| For he his rival's death doth murder style; 999:41,027[D ]| But since the ungrateful tyrant can defame 999:41,028[D ]| So great a service with so foul a name, 999:41,029[D ]| By the same hand let his own blood be spilled, 999:41,030[D ]| And we in that will wash our former guilt. 999:41,031[D ]| Now I prescribe no bounds to your swollen heart, 999:41,032[D ]| Nor would defer revenge till he depart. 999:41,033[D ]| This sharp disease must have a sudden cure; 999:41,034[D ]| Let us no more his insolence endure. 999:41,035[D ]| By Caesar's death we'll Pompey's ghost appease, 999:41,036[D ]| Secure ourselves, and give the whole world ease; 999:41,037[D ]| When Rome herself shall call him tyrant too, 999:41,038[D ]| And owe her peace and liberty to you. 999:41,039[C ]| Photinus, now thy reasons must persuade. 999:41,040[C ]| Shall I descend to be of him afraid 999:41,041[C ]| Whom I have raised and made thus to be feared? 999:41,042[C ]| No, no, my vengeance shall not be deferred, 999:41,043[C ]| That in one day Egypt may twice become 999:41,044[C ]| The great disposer of the fates of Rome. 999:41,045[C ]| Caesar, forget thy pride for battle's won 999:41,046[C ]| And only think of what my power has done: 999:41,047[C ]| For Pompey fell beneath the fatal stroke, 999:41,048[C ]| Pompey, who once thy envy could provoke, 999:41,049[C ]| And therefore was as great; the world shall see 999:41,050[C ]| That thou art mortal too as well as he. 999:41,051[C ]| To the dead hero thou art grown so kind, 999:41,052[C ]| 'Twere cruelty to keep thee here behind. 999:41,053[E ]| Sir, to ourselves it were: at once his fall 999:41,054[E ]| Gives full revenge and safety to us all. 999:41,055[E ]| Revenge and safety dear to all mankind, 999:41,056[E ]| And in his death their interests are joined. 999:41,057[C ]| Nor shalt thou Caesar of thy justice boast: 999:41,058[C ]| I must appease both Rome's and Pompey's ghost, 999:41,059[C ]| And of thy insolence revenge will take 999:41,060[C ]| Who sparest a king but for his sister's sake. 999:41,061[C ]| Nor shall my fortunes still in danger lie, 999:41,062[C ]| Both of her hate and thy inconstancy, 999:41,063[C ]| That when you please, those toys, my life and crown, 999:41,064[C ]| Reward a smile, or punishes a frown. 999:41,065[C ]| No, my respects and fears are laid aside, 999:41,066[C ]| Thou shalt not long enjoy thy cruel pride, 999:41,067[C ]| And since thou didst command me to prepare 999:41,068[C ]| Victims for Pompey with advice and care, 999:41,069[C ]| I have obeyed thee, tyrant, and I see 999:41,070[C ]| There is no fitter sacrifice than thee, 999:41,071[C ]| Whose blood might sooner on the altar spilled 999:41,072[C ]| Appease his ghost or expiate our guilt. 999:41,073[C ]| But 'tis in vain, my friends, with angry words 999:41,074[C ]| To threaten Caesar; we must know what swords 999:41,075[C ]| We can employ to execute our will: 999:41,076[C ]| The tyrant's army are our masters still. 999:41,077[C ]| Let us consult, and suddenly advise 999:41,078[C ]| How to destroy 'em by a close surprise. 999:41,079[E ]| Sir, let us first secure our own defence: 999:41,080[E ]| You have six thousand men some two miles hence, 999:41,081[E ]| Which I from several quarters have drawn down 999:41,082[E ]| For fear of stirs in this tumultuous town. 999:41,083[E ]| With all their care the Romans have not found 999:41,084[E ]| A secret sally we have underground 999:41,085[E ]| Through which by night, unknown to Caesar's guard, 999:41,086[E ]| We may conduct them to the palace yard. 999:41,087[E ]| For should we now the Roman host invade 999:41,088[E ]| With trumpets sounding, ensigns wide displayed, 999:41,089[E ]| Headlong we might to death and danger run 999:41,090[E ]| And vainly perish ere our work were done. 999:41,091[E ]| No, at the feast let him receive his doom, 999:41,092[E ]| Doubly before with love and wine o'ercome; 999:41,093[E ]| Then if we can but muster all our powers, 999:41,094[E ]| I'm confident the townsmen will be ours, 999:41,095[E ]| For I perceive the tyrant does incense 999:41,096[E ]| Their angers by his pomp and insolence; 999:41,097[E ]| And when they saw his vessels under sail 999:41,098[E ]| Proudly enforce our fearful fleet to veil, 999:41,099[E ]| They scarcely could those sparks of anger tame, 999:41,100[E ]| Which we will quickly blow into a flame. 999:41,101[E ]| But above all, the valiant Roman band, 999:41,102[E ]| Whom dead Septimius lately did command, 999:41,103[E ]| By all the Gods and powers above have sworn 999:41,104[E ]| To be revenged of Caesar's bloody scorn. 999:41,105[C ]| But how to fix our weapons in his breast 999:41,106[C ]| If all his guard surround him at the feast? 999:41,107[D ]| Great Sir, the Roman soldiers in your pay 999:41,108[D ]| Amongst the servants of Cornelia 999:41,109[D ]| Have met with friends and kinsmen, who may be 999:41,110[D ]| Fit actors all in this great tragedy. 999:41,111[D ]| These we shall soon persuade to undertake 999:41,112[D ]| Their tyrant's slaughter for their master's sake. 999:41,113[D ]| They as Cornelia's train have free access, 999:41,114[D ]| Which may assure us of a good success, 999:41,115[D ]| So that whilst Caesar flatters Pompey's wife, 999:41,116[D ]| He would secure, but shall expose his life. 999:41,117[D ]| But Cleopatra comes, smooth your rough brow 999:41,118[D ]| And wisely seem with servile fear to bow. 999:41,119[D ]| We must be gone, being objects of her hate. 999:41,120[C ]| Go, and expect me, I'll be with you straight. 999:42,000[' ]| 999:42,001[A ]| Brother, with Caesar I have done my best 999:42,002[A ]| To make your peace, and calm his angry breast. 999:42,003[C ]| 'Twas nobly done, I could have hoped no more, 999:42,004[C ]| Though I had used you like yourself before. 999:42,005[C ]| But your brave lover, sister, left you soon ~~ 999:42,006[A ]| Some little tumult raised in the town. 999:42,007[A ]| Lest that their rage and numbers should increase, 999:42,008[A ]| He would himself secure the public peace; 999:42,009[A ]| And I was glad that I had time to tell 999:42,010[A ]| This happy news, since none can do it so well. 999:42,011[A ]| I saw great Caesar's brow without a frown: 999:42,012[A ]| You need not fear your person, nor your crown. 999:42,013[A ]| Caesar's so much your friend, that for your sake 999:42,014[A ]| He's moved to pity. The advice you take 999:42,015[A ]| Of such base counsel, who in everything 999:42,016[A ]| Will make you more a tyrant than a king, 999:42,017[A ]| These men composed of the coarsest earth, 999:42,018[A ]| Whose souls are baser than their obscure birth: 999:42,019[A ]| You give 'em power and set 'em up to reign, 999:42,020[A ]| Clothe 'em with purple, but 'tis all in vain. 999:42,021[A ]| Their native baseness is a foul disease 999:42,022[A ]| Which none can cure, and such men as these 999:42,023[A ]| Faintly let fall, when raised to high commands, 999:42,024[A ]| The weighty sceptres from their trembling hands. 999:42,025[C ]| Sister, 'tis true, and now I find too late 999:42,026[C ]| How ill I chose my ministers of state. 999:42,027[C ]| Had I left them, and been advised by you, 999:42,028[C ]| I'd lived with glory as my equals do, 999:42,029[C ]| And had deserved the kindness which you still 999:42,030[C ]| Retain for me, though I have used you ill. 999:42,031[C ]| My palace then had been the happy place 999:42,032[C ]| Where Caesar might his conquered son embrace, 999:42,033[C ]| And when the world had found all troubles cease, 999:42,034[C ]| She'd been obliged to Egypt for her peace. 999:42,035[C ]| I, as friend to both, had by the laws 999:42,036[C ]| Of Egypt judged of the great Roman cause. 999:42,037[C ]| But since what's past can now find no redress, 999:42,038[C ]| To you I freely may my griefs express. 999:42,039[C ]| I used you ill, and your revenge was shown 999:42,040[C ]| In the preserving both my life and crown. 999:42,041[C ]| Subdue yourself still in this noble strife 999:42,042[C ]| And save Photinus' and Achillas' life: 999:42,043[C ]| They merit death, since they offended you, 999:42,044[C ]| But then my reputation suffers too. 999:42,045[C ]| If for my crimes these worthless wretches die, 999:42,046[C ]| I shall live heir to all their infamy. 999:42,047[C ]| Oblige me, sister, let your eyes' bright charms 999:42,048[C ]| Melt the stern man like lightning through his arms, 999:42,049[C ]| That I to you may owe with grateful shame 999:42,050[C ]| My life, my kingdom, and what's more, my fame. 999:42,051[A ]| Were it in me to punish or forgive, 999:42,052[A ]| My scorn is great enough to let them live. 999:42,053[A ]| But to solicit Caesar, 'twill be vain, 999:42,054[A ]| Since by their hands Pompey was basely slain. 999:42,055[A ]| His blood with Caesar's justice will oppose 999:42,056[A ]| This strange desire of mine to save my foes. 999:42,057[A ]| Once for your sake I did their pardons crave, 999:42,058[A ]| He the discourse to something else did wave 999:42,059[A ]| And such a kind of careless cunning used 999:42,060[A ]| My prayer was neither suffered nor refused. 999:42,061[A ]| But now at your request I'll fully prove 999:42,062[A ]| What interest I have in Caesar's love, 999:42,063[A ]| And I dare hope ~~ 999:42,063[C ]| He comes, let me be gone, 999:42,064[C ]| You'll have more power when you are alone. 999:42,065[C ]| My presence might another passion move, 999:42,066[C ]| I'll wholly leave him to yourself and love. 999:43,000[' ]| 999:43,001[I ]| My Queen, this storm is laid without much harm, 999:43,002[I ]| A small commotion gave a great alarm. 999:43,003[I ]| But when I left you, I began to find 999:43,004[I ]| A greater tumult in my troubled mind: 999:43,005[I ]| Love, my most powerful passion, made me hate 999:43,006[I ]| Success and greatness, curse the cruel fate 999:43,007[I ]| That raised me, since thus great I can not spare 999:43,008[I ]| Myself one hour of joy, but some new care 999:43,009[I ]| Still calls me from you; yet I straight again 999:43,010[I ]| Am reconciled to Fortune, and restrain 999:43,011[I ]| My causeless passion, nay, adore my bays, 999:43,012[I ]| Since they my hopes as well as person raise 999:43,013[I ]| To that auspicious height, from whence I see 999:43,014[I ]| So fair a prospect of felicity 999:43,015[I ]| That I dare hope requital of my flame, 999:43,016[I ]| Though my ambitious love make you his aim. 999:43,017[I ]| You now may Caesar with like ardour meet, 999:43,018[I ]| Kings cast their crowns and sceptres at my feet. 999:43,019[I ]| But if the world a monarch yet contains 999:43,020[I ]| Who more deserves the glory of your chains, 999:43,021[I ]| On whose high throne you might with greater state 999:43,022[I ]| Give laws to nations, and dispose of Fate, 999:43,023[I ]| By force of arms I would my title prove, 999:43,024[I ]| His rival less for empire than for love. 999:43,025[I ]| Nor should I hope you would my flames allow 999:43,026[I ]| Till I had made so great a rival bow. 999:43,027[I ]| These were the ambitious hopes which have thus far 999:43,028[I ]| Engaged your Caesar in a civil war, 999:43,029[I ]| And that I might this glorious right maintain, 999:43,030[I ]| I conquered Pompey on Pharsalia's plain. 999:43,031[I ]| Where'er I fought, your beauty did afford 999:43,032[I ]| Strength to my arm, and sharpness to my sword, 999:43,033[I ]| And all the fair success I had in arms 999:43,034[I ]| Were the effects of your bright beauty's charms, 999:43,035[I ]| Which in my breast did first this passion move 999:43,036[I ]| And now has raised me equal to your love, 999:43,037[I ]| Since I without a rival am become 999:43,038[I ]| Master of all the world and head of Rome. 999:43,039[I ]| These are the titles that my valour gave 999:43,040[I ]| Which love ennobles by the name of slave, 999:43,041[I ]| And I am more than blessed if you approve 999:43,042[I ]| And perfect the success of humble love. 999:43,043[A ]| These honours are too great, I needs must know 999:43,044[A ]| What Cleopatra does to Caesar; 999:43,045[A ]| And should I nicely still conceal my flame, 999:43,046[A ]| I must my love and reason too disclaim. 999:43,047[A ]| Your high affections did my childhood grace 999:43,048[A ]| When beauty only budded in my face, 999:43,049[A ]| Then first you gave, and since restored my crown: 999:43,050[A ]| After all this I must a passion own, 999:43,051[A ]| And that my heart no longer can exclude 999:43,052[A ]| The force of love and that of gratitude. 999:43,053[A ]| But yet, alas, my glorious birth and fate, 999:43,054[A ]| The restoration of my crown and state, 999:43,055[A ]| And all the honours I from you enjoy, 999:43,056[A ]| My better hopes and my desires destroy. 999:43,057[A ]| If Rome be still the same, my lofty throne 999:43,058[A ]| Instead of raising, casts me lower down, 999:43,059[A ]| And marks of regal power, like brands of shame, 999:43,060[A ]| Render me more unworthy of your flame. 999:43,061[A ]| Yet I dare hope, since I your power know, 999:43,062[A ]| And what the Gods to so much virtue owe, 999:43,063[A ]| That I by you this haughty Rome shall see 999:43,064[A ]| Bound in the golden chains of monarchy. 999:43,065[A ]| Then she shall soon forget the cruel hate 999:43,066[A ]| She always bore to kings, while yet a state, 999:43,067[A ]| Growing enamoured of your sceptre's awe 999:43,068[A ]| Whilst your examples serve her for a law; 999:43,069[A ]| She shall from you far nobler maxims take, 999:43,070[A ]| And love all princes for her Caesar's sake. 999:43,071[A ]| How well may I expect this change of Rome 999:43,072[A ]| From him that could great Pompey overcome? 999:43,073[A ]| Your power I know can greater wonders do 999:43,074[A ]| And I implore no other God but you. 999:43,075[I ]| When love bids Caesar use his utmost force, 999:43,076[I ]| Wonders grow easy, and ne'er stop my course. 999:43,077[I ]| My ensigns stained with gore should I display, 999:43,078[I ]| I in a march might conquer Africa, 999:43,079[I ]| And the remains of my despised foes 999:43,080[I ]| Would to my arms their flying backs oppose; 999:43,081[I ]| Then wanting power, this proud, this haughty Rome 999:43,082[I ]| Should Caesar's servile flatterer become. 999:43,083[I ]| At my return she shall our triumph meet 999:43,084[I ]| And cast her pride and hatred at your feet, 999:43,085[I ]| And whilst I here pursue my glorious fate, 999:43,086[I ]| She shall ere long become my advocate 999:43,087[I ]| And with all humble duty beg a race 999:43,088[I ]| Of glorious Caesars from your chaste embrace. 999:43,089[I ]| This fruit I hope from my victorious bays, 999:43,090[I ]| Rather than large dominion or high praise. 999:43,091[I ]| But ere I reach this height of happiness, 999:43,092[I ]| I must forsake all that I now possess. 999:43,093[I ]| Oh, that my foes were men so void of fear 999:43,094[I ]| That they durst come and bid me battle here! 999:43,095[I ]| Now at too dear a rate I conquest buy, 999:43,096[I ]| Since I lose you to gain a victory. 999:43,097[I ]| But this my fondness Love will disallow, 999:43,098[I ]| To gain you ever I must leave you now. 999:43,099[I ]| Where e'er they fly I thither must remove, 999:43,100[I ]| To perfect conquest and deserve your love. 999:43,101[I ]| But ere I go from those all-conquering eyes, 999:43,102[I ]| Let me receive the soul of victories, 999:43,103[I ]| That all my foes may cry, struck with pale dread, 999:43,104[I ]| ~~ He comes, he sees, and we are conquered! 999:43,105[A ]| Too much, great sir, I must such love abuse 999:43,106[A ]| Which makes me sin, and will my fault excuse. 999:43,107[A ]| You gave me freedom, life and sceptre too, 999:43,108[A ]| Which gives me confidence to trouble you; 999:43,109[A ]| And I conjure you by Love's powerful charms, 999:43,110[A ]| By the success which still attends your arms, 999:43,111[A ]| By your fair hopes and mine, by all that's good, 999:43,112[A ]| You would not dye my royal robes in blood. 999:43,113[A ]| Be gracious, sir, and pardon, or let me, 999:43,114[A ]| As my first act of sovereignty: 999:43,115[A ]| Photin and Achillas we should disdain, 999:43,116[A ]| And they are punished now they see me reign, 999:43,117[A ]| And this their crime ~~ 999:43,117[I ]| Ah, take some other way 999:43,118[I ]| To show your power, how soon should I obey? 999:43,119[I ]| But this, my Queen, is more than tyranny 999:43,120[I ]| To lay their baseness and their crimes on me. 999:43,121[I ]| Some worthier subjects to your mercy take, 999:43,122[I ]| And think what's done already for your sake, 999:43,123[I ]| That with the King himself I dare dispense, 999:43,124[I ]| Were not my Flames ~~ 999:44,000[' ]| 999:44,001[K ]| Caesar, make some defence. 999:44,002[K ]| They have designed thy death, and that thy blood 999:44,003[K ]| With Pompey's gore should make one purple flood. 999:44,004[K ]| If not prevented, this their close compact 999:44,005[K ]| The bloody villains straight will put in act. 999:44,006[K ]| My slaves are in, from them by tortures try 999:44,007[K ]| To know the depth of this conspiracy, 999:44,008[K ]| For I disclaim them. 999:44,009[I ]| These are resentments of a Roman heart, 999:44,010[I ]| Worthy the man of whom you were a part: 999:44,011[I ]| His manes sure, who saw that this my care 999:44,012[I ]| Of his revenge did my own death prepare, 999:44,013[I ]| Have so forgot our quarrel and all hate, 999:44,014[I ]| They're now the guardian angels of my fate, 999:44,015[I ]| And in a grateful and far nobler strife 999:44,016[I ]| By you his living part have saved my life. 999:44,017[I ]| In spite of all that treachery could do, 999:44,018[I ]| Pompey's not dead, he still survives in you. 999:44,019[I ]| His noble soul did in your breast make stay 999:44,020[I ]| To vanquish Caesar this most generous way. 999:44,021[K ]| Thou art become thine own base flatterer. 999:44,022[K ]| Canst thou believe that I will ought prefer 999:44,023[K ]| To my revenge? no, the deplored fate 999:44,024[K ]| Of my dead lord, so just a cause of hate, 999:44,025[K ]| Shall ever be of force to disallow 999:44,026[K ]| All terms of reconcilement 'twixt us two. 999:44,027[K ]| My promised liberty let me enjoy 999:44,028[K ]| That I that freedom wholly may employ 999:44,029[K ]| To thy destruction, for where e'er I go, 999:44,030[K ]| Each man I meet I'll strive to make thy foe, 999:44,031[K ]| And in the quarrel of my murdered lord 999:44,032[K ]| Engage the world, if thou darest keep thy word. 999:44,033[K ]| I will pursue thee with a changeless hate, 999:44,034[K ]| Yet here prevent thy base assassinate, 999:44,035[K ]| For my desires on juster grounds are built 999:44,036[K ]| Than to obtain them by so foul a guilt. 999:44,037[I ]| Madam, but that yourself my death prevent, 999:44,038[I ]| You'd been at once revenged and innocent. 999:44,039[K ]| Who knows and suffers it, does guilty grow. 999:44,040[K ]| I wish thy death, but as a noble foe, 999:44,041[K ]| That none but Pompey's sons their hands should stain 999:44,042[K ]| In the high blood of Caesar nobly slain; 999:44,043[K ]| Who armed with brave revenge, shall at the head 999:44,044[K ]| Of all thy dreadful legions strike thee dead, 999:44,045[K ]| And to my hero's ghost a victim make 999:44,046[K ]| Whose just revenge you nobly undertake. 999:44,047[K ]| To obtain an entire vengeance I'll engage 999:44,048[K ]| All the active powers of wit inspired by rage. 999:44,049[K ]| Thy life is threatened, I am thy defence: 999:44,050[K ]| My hate is full of care and providence, 999:44,051[K ]| For now I need not in some foreign coast 999:44,052[K ]| Go seek revenge, which so deferred were lost, 999:44,053[K ]| Nor for Jove's thunder travel Africk's sands: 999:44,054[K ]| I see it grasped already in thy hands. 999:44,055[K ]| No mortal power can the stroke prevent: 999:44,056[K ]| On thee I might have turned the punishment, 999:44,057[K ]| But that my reason forced me to prefer 999:44,058[K ]| My Pompey's victor to his murderer. 999:44,059[K ]| Nor am I so with rage and passion blind, 999:44,060[K ]| But that my honour too engaged I find 999:44,061[K ]| To punish the audacious treachery 999:44,062[K ]| Of their base crimes, before thy victory. 999:44,063[K ]| Great Rome will have it so, who else would spread 999:44,064[K ]| Her sacred forehead with a blushing red, 999:44,065[K ]| That both her noblest heads at once should feel, 999:44,066[K ]| Though crowned with laurel, an unworthy steel; 999:44,067[K ]| And her great heart, which thou believest (in vain) 999:44,068[K ]| So shrunk as for to suffer thee to reign, 999:44,069[K ]| Would count thy murderers more her enemies, 999:44,070[K ]| And her adored liberty despise. 999:44,071[K ]| None but a Roman could impose the yoke, 999:44,072[K ]| Which by a Roman only must be broke. 999:44,073[K ]| Thy ruin here, Heaven's justice would prevent, 999:44,074[K ]| And be a crime instead of punishment, 999:44,075[K ]| Defrauding my just vengeance, and mankind 999:44,076[K ]| Of that example thou shouldst leave behind. 999:44,077[K ]| Do thou revenge great Rome of Egypt's crime, 999:44,078[K ]| And I'll revenge her if I can of thine. 999:44,079[K ]| But now make haste to save thy threatened life, 999:44,080[K ]| And boast thou wert preserved by Pompey's wife. 999:45,000[' ]| 999:45,001[I ]| Her noble rage and their bold crime alike 999:45,002[I ]| My soul with wonder and amazement strike. 999:45,003[I ]| Are these the men, great Queen, you'd have me save? 999:45,004[A ]| Your gracious pardon for myself I crave; 999:45,005[A ]| Your justice I no longer will prevent. 999:45,006[A ]| Go, sir, and give them their due punishment. 999:45,007[A ]| These traitors most of all my death desire, 999:45,008[A ]| Against my crown and person they conspire. 999:45,009[A ]| You being my support, they but design 999:45,010[A ]| Your death and ruin to make way to mine. 999:45,011[A ]| Just were my anger, yet I must with grief 999:45,012[A ]| Remember that their leader and their chief 999:45,013[A ]| Is still my brother: may I hope again 999:45,014[A ]| To tempt your pity and this suit obtain, 999:45,015[A ]| That when just rage inflames your noble breast, 999:45,016[A ]| You would distinguish him from all the rest? 999:45,017[I ]| I will, and must preserve him, for this arm 999:45,018[I ]| Where you would save, can have no power to harm. 999:45,019[I ]| Despise all fear, these base assassinates 999:45,020[I ]| Can ne'er subvert or change our glorious fates. 999:45,021[I ]| Exposing but a gibbet to their sight, 999:45,022[I ]| A band of hangmen puts them all to flight, 999:45,023[I ]| Who shall, to work upon their guilty fear, 999:45,024[I ]| My rods and axes for their ensigns bear. 999:45,025[A ]| Good Achoreus, where so e'er he goes, 999:45,026[A ]| Be still with Caesar, aid him against my foes, 999:45,027[A ]| And when their blood imbrues his angry blade, 999:45,028[A ]| Urge thou the promise he so lately made. 999:45,029[A ]| Be careful of the King, avert my fears, 999:45,030[A ]| And spare his blood that I may spare my tears. 999:45,031[H ]| Madam, if all my diligence and care 999:45,032[H ]| Can save his life, you have no cause to fear. 999:50,000[' ]| 999:51,000[' ]| 999:51,001[K ]| Am I awake, or does some dream obtrude, 999:51,002[K ]| These borrowed shapes my fancy to delude? 999:51,003[K ]| Eyes, may I trust you? do I Philip see, 999:51,004[K ]| Or my fond wishes make me think 'tis he? 999:51,005[K ]| To my dead lord, are his last honours paid, 999:51,006[K ]| And in this urn his noble ashes laid? 999:51,007[K ]| Sad, but dear object, though thou hast possessed 999:51,008[K ]| With restless passions my afflicted breast, 999:51,009[K ]| Expect no tears (our feebler sex's arms), 999:51,010[K ]| My cares have no diversion by those charms. 999:51,011[K ]| They whose weak grief has leisure to complain 999:51,012[K ]| May hope that way to extenuate their pain. 999:51,013[K ]| But all the Gods to witness here I call, 999:51,014[K ]| These ashes too, which are above them all; 999:51,015[K ]| With me, 'tis just, this heart they rule alone, 999:51,016[K ]| To which such tyrants all the rest are grown. 999:51,017[K ]| By you then, sacred relics, here I vow 999:51,018[K ]| (The highest powers I acknowledge now) 999:51,019[K ]| To let no time, nor other mean abate 999:51,020[K ]| My just revenge and too well-grounded hate. 999:51,021[K ]| Thy Pompey, Rome, by Egypt's king betrayed, 999:51,022[K ]| To Caesar here a sacrifice was made, 999:51,023[K ]| And I thy walls will never see again 999:51,024[K ]| Till priest and God be on his altar slain. 999:51,025[K ]| And you, dear ashes, aid my just design, 999:51,026[K ]| Imprint it deep within this breast of mine, 999:51,027[K ]| And in each heart, of what I feel, inspire 999:51,028[K ]| The like at least, if not so great desire. 999:51,029[K ]| But tell me, Philip, by what happy way 999:51,030[K ]| Couldst thou this duty to thy master pay? 999:51,031[K ]| To thy assistance what good angel came, 999:51,032[K ]| Helping to light the poor but pious flame? 999:51,033[L ]| Smeared with his blood, less sensible than he, 999:51,034[L ]| And wanting breath to curse their cruelty, 999:51,035[L ]| Madam, at length I bent my doubtful course 999:51,036[L ]| Where the rough winds the waves on shore did force. 999:51,037[L ]| Long did I search in vain, at last hard by 999:51,038[L ]| A bank of sand the loved corpse I spy. 999:51,039[L ]| Now it even touched the shore, and now again 999:51,040[L ]| The wanton billows threw it to the main. 999:51,041[L ]| Thus still he seemed to be the sport of Fate, 999:51,042[L ]| Not freed by Death from Fortune's constant hate. 999:51,043[L ]| I stayed no longer, but leapt in and bore 999:51,044[L ]| The sacred relics in my arms ashore. 999:51,045[L ]| Hard by, some pieces of a wreck there lay, 999:51,046[L ]| Such as chance only offered in my way. 999:51,047[L ]| With these a funeral pile I rudely dress, 999:51,048[L ]| (The time and place might have afforded less), 999:51,049[L ]| And now the body scarce had felt the flame, 999:51,050[L ]| When to my pious cares a partner came: 999:51,051[L ]| Cordus, a Roman, from the town does stray, 999:51,052[L ]| And the kind Heaven guided his steps that way. 999:51,053[L ]| The headless trunk, when once he did but view, 999:51,054[L ]| By the sad marks he straight great Pompey knew. 999:51,055[L ]| His eyes then full of tears, 999:51,055@w | 'O thou', 999:51,055[L ]| he cries, 999:51,056@w | 'Whom Fate hath destined to so high a prize, 999:51,057@w | Instead of punishment which thou mayest fear, 999:51,058@w | Honour attends thee, and reward is near. 999:51,059@w | Caesar arrived does to the world proclaim 999:51,060@w | Himself revenger of that sacred name 999:51,061@w | To which in silence thou dost here direct 999:51,062@w | The mournful tribute of thy last respect. 999:51,063@w | Cornelia too, forced to this fatal land, 999:51,064@w | Thou mayest present these ashes to her hand, 999:51,065@w | With reverence such, the victor does her treat, 999:51,066@w | None but the Gods can claim respect so great.' 999:51,067[L ]| This said, he runs while still the corpse does burn, 999:51,068[L ]| Back to the town, and with him brought this urn, 999:51,069[L ]| Whereof your hero now enclosed doth lie 999:51,070[L ]| All that was mortal, or knew how to die. 999:51,071[K ]| Such piety, what e'er my fortune be, 999:51,072[K ]| The Gods can never unrewarded see. 999:51,073[L ]| Scarce had I entered, when in the crowded street 999:51,074[L ]| An armed rout I in disorder meet 999:51,075[L ]| Hasting unto the gate, at which their King 999:51,076[L ]| Expected was, some greater strength to bring. 999:51,077[L ]| Each thinks, though safe, the Roman sword he feels, 999:51,078[L ]| And makes no step, but Caesar's at his heels. 999:51,079[L ]| He, reeking in their blood, was in a round 999:51,080[L ]| Of armed troops, and with his legions crowned. 999:51,081[L ]| In the midst, Photinus by his sentence stands, 999:51,082[L ]| Yielding his hated head to the hangman's hands. 999:51,083[L ]| As soon as in his sight I did appear, 999:51,084[L ]| He knew me straight, and bid me to draw near. 999:51,085[L ]| My master's ashes from my arms he took, 999:51,086[L ]| And to his listening audience thus spoke: 999:51,087[L ]| `Ye relics of a hero, whose great fame 999:51,088[L ]| I scarce can equal with a conqueror's name, 999:51,089[L ]| See how the traitor does to justice pay 999:51,090[L ]| Life, which from you his treachery took away. 999:51,091[L ]| Receive this sacrifice, and then expect 999:51,092[L ]| The altars we ere long to you erect, 999:51,093[L ]| Where greater victims shall be offered. Friend, 999:51,094[L ]| Thee to Cornelia with this gift I send, 999:51,095[L ]| To her grieved heart carry this weak allay, 999:51,096[L ]| While to her full revenge I make my way.' 999:51,097[L ]| He left me with a sigh, and having first 999:51,098[L ]| Kissed the urn, bequeathed it to my trust. 999:51,099[K ]| Alas, 'tis no intolerable pain 999:51,100[K ]| They feel, who for a rival's loss complain: 999:51,101[K ]| Well may he spend a sigh upon this urn, 999:51,102[K ]| Whose restless fears to softer pity turn; 999:51,103[K ]| Well may he run to his revenge with haste 999:51,104[K ]| When his own danger spurs him on as fast, 999:51,105[K ]| Since the concern he puts on for our fate 999:51,106[K ]| Both gains him glory and secures his state. 999:51,107[K ]| But Caesar's noble, nor will I suspect 999:51,108[K ]| What grief and envy justly might object. 999:51,109[K ]| His rival's death has ended all their strife, 999:51,110[K ]| And this false King conspires against his life. 999:51,111[K ]| His peril arms him now, and all that's done 999:51,112[K ]| On Honour's score must not confusedly run: 999:51,113[K ]| Love too's engaged, and Cleopatra draws 999:51,114[K ]| The sword that seems to favour Pompey's cause. 999:51,115[K ]| So many interests in this action join, 999:51,116[K ]| I need not think that he considers mine, 999:51,117[K ]| Yet I'll persuade myself he fights for me 999:51,118[K ]| Because I'd do no less, if I were he. 999:51,119[K ]| For noble minds must on themselves reflect, 999:51,120[K ]| Their guess at others' meaning to direct. 999:52,000[' ]| 999:52,001[A ]| I come not here to interrupt the course 999:52,002[A ]| Of those just tears your powerful griefs enforce. 999:52,003[A ]| Madam, I can no more than you neglect 999:52,004[A ]| What this urn justly may from me expect. 999:52,005[A ]| Your hero's relics by a pious hand 999:52,006[A ]| Restored, this duty too from me command: 999:52,007[A ]| Be pleased to admit to these, his funeral rites, 999:52,008[A ]| A fellow mourner whom true grief invites, 999:52,009[A ]| And had my power been equal to my will, 999:52,010[A ]| This bewailed hero had been living still. 999:52,011[A ]| I had preserved the owner of your heart 999:52,012[A ]| If cruel Heaven had let me play my part. 999:52,013[A ]| Yet if the sight of what it now does send 999:52,014[A ]| Could for a while your sadder thoughts suspend, 999:52,015[A ]| If by revenge your sorrows might decrease, 999:52,016[A ]| I bring you news that cannot fail to please, 999:52,017[A ]| If yet you know it not: Photinus's head. 999:52,018[K ]| Yes, Princess, I have heard the traitor's dead. 999:52,019[A ]| His hastened suffering makes the more amends. 999:52,020[K ]| Perhaps to you, who in that meet your ends. 999:52,021[A ]| Wished for success to all must pleasant be. 999:52,022[K ]| Where interests differ, how can thoughts agree? 999:52,023[K ]| If false Achillas the same course should run, 999:52,024[K ]| Your vengeance ends when mine is scarce begun. 999:52,025[K ]| I blush to think that to my hero's shade 999:52,026[K ]| So poor a sacrifice as that is made. 999:52,027[K ]| No, if in order my revenge succeed, 999:52,028[K ]| Till Caesar's turn, your Ptolomey must bleed. 999:52,029[K ]| I know that Caesar, by your love inclined, 999:52,030[K ]| To save him (though unworthy) has designed; 999:52,031[K ]| But the just Gods will make his labour vain 999:52,032[K ]| For one deserving neither life, nor reign, 999:52,033[K ]| And to my prayers perhaps this grace afford 999:52,034[K ]| That both may perish by each other's sword. 999:52,035[K ]| Then joy once more might be a welcome guest, 999:52,036[K ]| Which else for ever is forbid this breast. 999:52,037[K ]| But if my bolder wishes fly too high, 999:52,038[K ]| May your King bleed, if only one must die. 999:52,039[A ]| The Gods not always give what we expect. 999:52,040[K ]| Yet by the cause we hope for the effect, 999:52,041[K ]| And seldom 'tis the guilty miss their due. 999:52,042[A ]| Though Gods have justice, they have mercy too. 999:52,043[K ]| Yet by the course they have begun to choose, 999:52,044[K ]| 'Tis not their clemency they mean to use. 999:52,045[A ]| Though angry once, they often milder grow. 999:52,046[K ]| Our wishes only our concernment show. 999:52,047[K ]| An injured widow may have other thoughts 999:52,048[K ]| Than a kind sister for a brother's faults; 999:52,049[K ]| But when 'tis known what blood is spilt, you'll see 999:52,050[K ]| Whose prayers are juster, and with Heaven agree. 999:52,051[K ]| Here comes Achoreus. 999:53,000[' ]| 999:53,001[A ]| Alas, in his looks I see 999:53,002[A ]| The unlucky marks of some ill augury: 999:53,003[A ]| Speak, good Achoreus, but without disguise, 999:53,004[A ]| Banish my fears, or else my joy surprise. 999:53,005[H ]| When Caesar first the horrid treason knew ~~ 999:53,006[A ]| Ah! 'tis not that which I expect from you. 999:53,007[A ]| I know he barricaded up the vault 999:53,008[A ]| Through which they hoped to have their succours brought; 999:53,009[A ]| There against Photinus all his force he drew, 999:53,010[A ]| Who found the recompense to treason due; 999:53,011[A ]| Achillas, warned by his companion's fate, 999:53,012[A ]| Escapes with ease at the abandoned gate; 999:53,013[A ]| Him the King follows, whilst Antonius lands, 999:53,014[A ]| To join with Caesar all the Roman bands. 999:53,015[A ]| I doubt not but they've fought, and by this time 999:53,016[A ]| Achillas is rewarded for his crime? 999:53,017[H ]| Madam, success still waits on Caesar's sword. 999:53,018[A ]| That's not my business ~~ has he kept his word? 999:53,019[A ]| And is my brother safe? 999:53,019[H ]| All he could do 999:53,020[H ]| He has performed. 999:53,020[A ]| That's all I wish to know. 999:53,021[A ]| Madam, you see the Gods my prayers have heard. 999:53,022[K ]| The punishment deserved is but deferred. 999:53,023[A ]| That now he's saved, declares Heaven is appeased. 999:53,024[H ]| At least he had been, if himself had pleased. 999:53,025[A ]| Thy doubtful words still hold me in suspense: 999:53,026[A ]| Explain at last their ill-agreeing sense. 999:53,027[H ]| Neither your vows, nor Caesar's, and your care 999:53,028[H ]| Were arms enough against his high despair: 999:53,029[H ]| Madam, he's dead, yet all those glories wait 999:53,030[H ]| Upon him that can crown a prince's fate. 999:53,031[H ]| Nearer his fall his virtue more revives, 999:53,032[H ]| Changing his own for many Roman lives. 999:53,033[H ]| To his brave charge Antonius began to yield, 999:53,034[H ]| And our disordered troops scarce kept the field; 999:53,035[H ]| When Caesar comes, who presence never fails 999:53,036[H ]| Of doubtful chance to turn the tottering scales, 999:53,037[H ]| There at his master's feet Achillas fell: 999:53,038[H ]| The traitor ne'er deserved to die so well. 999:53,039[H ]| Ah! too weak Providence, which cannot free 999:53,040[H ]| The bed of honour from adultery. 999:53,041[H ]| Caesar cries out aloud to save the King: 999:53,042[H ]| Words which, instead of comfort, terror bring, 999:53,043[H ]| For he suspects that from design they came 999:53,044[H ]| To keep him for a scaffold's public shame; 999:53,045[H ]| His swelling heart with this mistake abused, 999:53,046[H ]| Seeks for that death, which every where's refused; 999:53,047[H ]| Our ranks he pierces through and through, and shows 999:53,048[H ]| What valour can, when to despair it grows; 999:53,049[H ]| His bravest men lay breathless on the ground, 999:53,050[H ]| And he himself was now encompassed round; 999:53,051[H ]| Wearied at length, and out of breath, he spies 999:53,052[H ]| A vessel near the shore and thither flies; 999:53,053[H ]| After their King the people press so fast, 999:53,054[H ]| The bark o'ercharged perishes at last; 999:53,055[H ]| Dying in arms new glory he receives, 999:53,056[H ]| To you a crown, to Caesar, conquest, leaves, 999:53,057[H ]| Who on the place proclaims you Egypt's Queen, 999:53,058[H ]| Yet in his face strange marks of grief are seen; 999:53,059[H ]| He mourns his fall, though none of his did touch 999:53,060[H ]| The life wherein you are concerned so much. 999:53,061[H ]| But here he comes, who better can relate 999:53,062[H ]| His sense of that unhappy prince's fate. 999:54,000[' ]| 999:54,001[K ]| Caesar, my voyage now no more retard, 999:54,002[K ]| The traitors have received their full reward, 999:54,003[K ]| Their King against thy will has suffered too, 999:54,004[K ]| And my revenge has nothing here to do. 999:54,005[K ]| This barbarous shore let me no longer view, 999:54,006[K ]| Where every object does my grief renew, 999:54,007[K ]| And with fresh horror to my fancy shows 999:54,008[K ]| The tragic scene of my unequalled woes. 999:54,009[K ]| The rabble court thee with their servile noise, 999:54,010[K ]| And thy new triumph all their throats employs; 999:54,011[K ]| But what I suffer worse than all the rest: 999:54,012[K ]| I am obliged by him I most detest. 999:54,013[K ]| From this affront 'tis time to set me free 999:54,014[K ]| And let my hatred act with liberty. 999:54,015[K ]| Only one favour I may still receive, 999:54,016[K ]| And that is all which Honour gives me leave, 999:54,017[K ]| That Pompey's head you will to me return, 999:54,018[K ]| To add to what expects it in this urn. 999:54,019[I ]| 'Tis fit I should the head to you restore, 999:54,020[I ]| Since you may claim it on so just a score. 999:54,021[I ]| But first let's all the sacred rites attend 999:54,022[I ]| Which peaceful ghosts unto Elysium send. 999:54,023[I ]| A stately pile your hand and mine shall light, 999:54,024[I ]| Which may the meanness of the first requite, 999:54,025[I ]| And in an urn more fit for their repose, 999:54,026[I ]| The ashes thus united we'll enclose. 999:54,027[I ]| So shall his quiet spirit rest in peace, 999:54,028[I ]| And buy our pious cares all passion cease. 999:54,029[I ]| This hand which once my sword against him drew 999:54,030[I ]| Shall build the altars to his virtue due, 999:54,031[I ]| On which as to the Gods we'll incense pay, 999:54,032[I ]| And honours he deserves as well as they. 999:54,033[I ]| Let us both this from your impatience gain 999:54,034[I ]| And for those duties one day more obtain. 999:54,035[I ]| That done, you are free ~~ go when you please away, 999:54,036[I ]| And this your treasure to great Rome convey. 999:54,037[K ]| No, Caesar, though I know these ashes be 999:54,038[K ]| As dear to Rome as they are dear to me, 999:54,039[K ]| 'Tis only thy defeat can bring us home; 999:54,040[K ]| Without that triumph we will ne'er see Rome. 999:54,041[K ]| Over thy grave our passage thither lies; 999:54,042[K ]| We have no country until Caesar dies. 999:54,043[K ]| I am for Africk, where the war's begun 999:54,044[K ]| By Cato, Scipio and my Pompey's son. 999:54,045[K ]| To these King Juba has his forces sent, 999:54,046[K ]| And Fortune her injustice may repent. 999:54,047[K ]| The relics of Pharsalia there you'll find, 999:54,048[K ]| Another world against your arms combined. 999:54,049[K ]| My self will bring these ashes to the field, 999:54,050[K ]| And my just tears shall their assistance yield; 999:54,051[K ]| From rank to rank thus armed about I'll go, 999:54,052[K ]| And every step shall haste thy overthrow; 999:54,053[K ]| The soldiers then may lay their eagles by, 999:54,054[K ]| This urn shall lead them on to victory; 999:54,055[K ]| This mournful object shall their courage wake, 999:54,056[K ]| And in their souls a deep impression make. 999:54,057[K ]| To give him his last honours you pretend: 999:54,058[K ]| Honours indeed, which on yourself descend. 999:54,059[K ]| I must assist, the victor I obey, 999:54,060[K ]| But never hope to move my heart this way. 999:54,061[K ]| My helpless loss admits of no relief, 999:54,062[K ]| My hate must be as endless as my grief. 999:54,063[K ]| That and my life an equal course shall run, 999:54,064[K ]| And end pursuing what I have begun. 999:54,065[I ]| Nature her ignorance has here confessed, 999:54,066[I ]| To place this spirit in a woman's breast. 999:54,067[K ]| Yet as a Roman I must needs confess, 999:54,068[K ]| My hate prevails not to esteem thee less. 999:54,069[K ]| At once I praise thee and thy life pursue: 999:54,070[K ]| That to thy virtue, this my honour due. 999:54,071[K ]| Once set at liberty, I'll use my art 999:54,072[K ]| To engage both men and Gods to take my part; 999:54,073[K ]| Those Gods who, when our cause was lately tried, 999:54,074[K ]| So partial seemed against the juster side; 999:54,075[K ]| Those Gods that let their thunder idle lie 999:54,076[K ]| When they saw Pompey for his country die. 999:54,077[K ]| In time we hope their error they may see 999:54,078[K ]| And to the world repair that injury. 999:54,079[K ]| But though they never mend the fault they made, 999:54,080[K ]| I have a zeal which does not want their aid, 999:54,081[K ]| And to destroy thee, if no means prevail, 999:54,082[K ]| Here's Cleopatra, that can never fail. 999:54,083[K ]| I see your flames, and know her beauty's force, 999:54,084[K ]| That you already think of a divorce; 999:54,085[K ]| Your country's laws under your feet you'll tread 999:54,086[K ]| To make your way to an Egyptian's bed; 999:54,087[K ]| Then the free Romans shall attempt your life 999:54,088[K ]| Without all scruple, when a Queen's your wife; 999:54,089[K ]| In your neglected friends, you'll hope in vain, 999:54,090[K ]| Who in your blood will wash their country's stain. 999:54,091[K ]| Keeping your word, Farewell, for in my stay 999:54,092[K ]| Your love and ruin find the same delay. 999:55,000[' ]| 999:55,001[A ]| Rather than Caesar's life exposed shall be 999:55,002[A ]| Unto these dangers for the love of me, 999:55,003[A ]| I'll sacrifice myself to his repose 999:55,004[A ]| And bless that death from whence his safety grows, 999:55,005[A ]| Sure in his memory of a better life, 999:55,006[A ]| Though too unworthy to have lived his wife. 999:55,007[I ]| Madam, when only vain designs are left 999:55,008[I ]| To such high spirits of all means bereft, 999:55,009[I ]| Nothing their weakness does so well express 999:55,010[I ]| As aiming high because they can do less: 999:55,011[I ]| Kind Heaven will make these ill presages vain, 999:55,012[I ]| And my unwonted fortune mock their pain. 999:55,013[I ]| Ah! could my love as easy conquest find 999:55,014[I ]| Over these tears, and calm your troubled mind. 999:55,015[I ]| With such a lover, 'tis no small disgrace 999:55,016[I ]| The worst of brothers should dispute the place. 999:55,017[I ]| You may have heard with what unwearied care 999:55,018[I ]| I sought to save him from his last despair: 999:55,019[I ]| My clemency had so beset him round, 999:55,020[I ]| No way to avoid it, but his death was found. 999:55,021[I ]| Perhaps he had conquered, could my arms but know 999:55,022[I ]| Resistance such as to my love you show. 999:55,023[I ]| Success in vain, why didst thou with me stay, 999:55,024[I ]| Since Cleopatra I could not obey? 999:55,025[I ]| Not justly me, but Heaven you must accuse, 999:55,026[I ]| Which to the guilty pardon does refuge; 999:55,027[I ]| Their cruelty to him exalts your fate, 999:55,028[I ]| Now the sole mistress of the Egyptian state. 999:55,029[A ]| 'Tis true, his death has placed me on the throne, 999:55,030[A ]| And that by no miscarriage of my own. 999:55,031[A ]| While among mortals here, my Lord, we stay, 999:55,032[A ]| Some cloud will still o'ercast our brightest day. 999:55,033[A ]| Be not offended, though it strange appears, 999:55,034[A ]| I must receive the conqueror with tears; 999:55,035[A ]| His fate was just, my reason does persuade, 999:55,036[A ]| Yet Nature too must be as well obeyed. 999:55,037[A ]| A secret murmur in my soul does rise 999:55,038[A ]| If on his empty throne I cast my eyes. 999:55,039[A ]| To ascend it then, what pleasure can I take, 999:55,040[A ]| When my blood checks me at each step I make? 999:55,041[H ]| My Lord, at gate the impatient people stand, 999:55,042[H ]| And with loud cries to see their Queen demand, 999:55,043[H ]| Accusing those as authors of their wrong, 999:55,044[H ]| Who such a blessing do retard so long. 999:55,045[I ]| Madam, let's go, and with the same success 999:55,046[I ]| Begin your empire and their happiness. 999:55,047[I ]| And now I hope, amidst their loud applause, 999:55,048[I ]| Your sighs will cease, drowned with that welcome noise; 999:55,049[I ]| And let no image in your fancy rest 999:55,050[I ]| Of other wounds than what are in my breast. 999:55,051[I ]| Meanwhile a noble strife I see will reign, 999:55,052[I ]| 'Twixt your glad court and my ambitious train, 999:55,053[I ]| Contending who shall there appear most gay, 999:55,054[I ]| And glory most in this triumphant day. 999:55,055[I ]| Such just occasion for them both are found: 999:55,056[I ]| Pompey revenged and Cleopatra crowned. 999:55,057[I ]| These to your throne, those to his altars bow, 999:55,058[I ]| And I to both eternal honours vow.