CÆSAR AND POMPEY: A TRAGEDY. BY G. CHAPMAN.

1631.

Cato's Speech at Utica to a Senator, who had exprest fears

on his account. Away, Statilius; how long shall thy love Exceed thy knowledge of me, and the Gods, Whose rights thou wrong'st for my right? have not I Their powers to guard me in a cause of theirs, Their justice and integrity to guard me In what I stand for? he that fears the Gods, For guard of any goodness, all things fears; Earth, seas, and air; heav'n; darkness; broad day-light; Rumour, and silence, and his

very

shade:
And what an aspen soul has such a creature !
How dangerous to his soul is such a fear!
In whose cold fits, is all Heav'n's justice shaken
To his faint thoughts; and all the goodness there,
Due to all good men by the Gods' own vows;
Nay, by the firmness of their endless being ;
All which shall fail as soon as any one
Good to a good man in them: for his goodness
Proceeds from them, and is a beam of theirs.
O never more, Statilius, may this fear
Faint thy bold bosom, for thyself or friend,
More than the Gods are fearful to defend.

His thoughts of Death.
Poor Slaves, how terrible this Death is to them!-
If men would sleep, they would be wrath with all
That interrupt them; physic take, to take
The golden rest it brings; both pay and pray
For good and soundest naps : all friends consenting

In those invocations ; praying all
“Good rest the Gods vouchsafe you." But when Deata
Sleep's natural brother, comes ; that's nothing worse,
But better (being more rich—and keeps the store-
Sleep ever fickle, wayward still, and poor);
O how men grudge, and shake, and fear, and fly
His stern approaches ! all their comforts, taken
In faith, and knowledge of the bliss and beauties
That watch their wakings in an endless life,
Drown'd in the pains and horrors of their sense
Sustain'd but for an hour.

His Discourse with Athenodorus on an After Life.
Cato. As Nature works in all things to an end,
So, in the appropriate honour of that end,
All things precedent have their natural frame;
And therefore is there a proportion
Betwixt the ends of those things and their primes :
For else there could not be in their creation
Always, or for the most part, that firm form
In their still like existence, that we see
In each full creature. What proportion then
Hath an immortal with a mortal substance ?
And therefore the mortality, to which
A man is subject, rather is a sleep
Than bestial death ; since sleep and death are called
The twins of nature. For, if absolute death,
And bestial, seize the body of a man,
Then there is no proportion in his parts,
(His soul being free from death) which otherwise
Retain divine proportion. For, as sleep
No disproportion holds with human souls,
But aptly quickens the proportion
'Twixt them and bodies, making bodies fitter
To give up forms to souls, which is their end :

So death, twin-born of sleep, resolving all
Man's body's heavy parts, in lighter nature
Makes a re-union with the sprightly soul ;
When in a second life their Beings given
Hold their proportions firm in highest heaven.
Athenodorus. Hold you, our bodies shall revive ; re-

suming
Our souls again to heaven?

Cato. Past doubt; though others Think heav'n a world too high for our low reaches Not knowing the sacred sense of Him that sings. “ Jove can let down a golden chain from heaven, Which, tied to earth, shall fetch up earth and seas" And what's that golden chain but our pure souls That, govern'd with his grace and drawn by him, Can hoist the earthy body up to him ?— The sea, the air, and all the elements, Comprest in it; not while 'tis thus concrete, But 'fined by death, and then giv'n heav'nly heat. * We shall, past death, Retain those forms of knowledge, learn'd in life: Since if what here we learn we there shall lose, Our immortality were not life, but time: And that our souls in reason are immortal, Their natural and proper objects prove; Which Immortality and Knowledge are: For to that object ever is referr'd The nature of the soul, in which the acts Of her high faculties are still employ'd ; And that true object must her powers obtain, To which they are in nature's aim directed; Since 'twere absurd to have her set an object Which possibly she never can aspire.

His last words.
now I am safe;
Come, Cæsar, quickly now, or lose your vassal.
Now wing thee, dear Soul, and receive her heaven.
The earth, the air, and seas I know, and all
The joys and horrors of their

peace

and wars; And now will see the Gods' state and the stars.

Greatness in Adversity.
Vulcan from heav'n fell, yet on 's feet did light,
And stood no less a God than at his height.

BUSSY D’AMBOIS: A TRAGEDY. BY G. CHAPMAN,

1613.

Invocation for Secrecy at a Love-meeting.
Tamyra. Now all the peaceful Regents of the Night,
Silently-gliding Exhalations,
Languishing Winds, and murmuring Falls of Waters,
Sadness of Heart, and Ominous Secureness,
Enchantment's dead Sleeps; all the Friends of Rest,
That ever wrought upon the life of man;
Extend your utmost strengths, and this charm'd hour
Fix like the center; make the violent wheels
Of Time and Fortune stand; and great Existence.
The Maker's Treasury, now not seem to be
To all but my approaching friend * and me.

At the Meeting
Here's nought but whispering with us: like a calm

• D'Ambois : with whom she has an appointinent.

Before a tempest, when the silent air
Lays her soft ear close to the earth, to hearken
For that, she fears is coming to afflict her.

Invocation for a Spirit of Intelligence.
D'Ambois. I long to know
How

my

dear Mistress fares, and be inform'd What hand she now holds on the troubled blood Of her incensed Lord. Methought the Spirit When he had utter'd his perplext presage, Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clouds ; His forehead bent, as he would hide his face: He knock'd his chin against his darken'd breast, And struck a churlish silence thro' his powers.Terror of Darkness : 0 thou King of Flames, That with thy music-footed horse dost strike The clear light out, of chrystal, on dark earth; And hurl'st instructive fire about the world : Wake, wake the drowsy and enchanted night, That sleeps with dead eyes in this heavy riddle *. Or thou, Great Prince of Shades, where never sun Sticks his far-darted beams; whose eyes are made To see in darkness, and see ever best Where sense is blindest: open now the heart Of thy abashed oracle, that, for fear Of some ill it includes, would fain lie hid ; And rise Thou with it in thy greater light t.

The Friar dissuades the Husband of Tamyra from revenge. Your wife's offence serves not, were it the worst

• He wants to know the fate of Tamyra, whose intriguo with him has been discovered by her Husband.

+ This calling upon Light and Darkness for information, but, above all, the description of the Spirit-" Threw his chang'd countenance headlong into clouds"—is tremendous, to the curdling of the blood. I know nothing in Poetry like it.