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CÆSAR AND POMPEY: A TRAGEDY. BY G. CHAPMAN.
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
His thoughts of Death.
In those invocations ; praying all
His Discourse with Athenodorus on an After Life.
So death, twin-born of sleep, resolving all
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.
and wars; And now will see the Gods' state and the stars.
Greatness in Adversity.
BUSSY D’AMBOIS: A TRAGEDY. BY G. CHAPMAN,
Invocation for Secrecy at a Love-meeting.
At the Meeting
• D'Ambois : with whom she has an appointinent.
Before a tempest, when the silent air
Invocation for a Spirit of Intelligence.
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.