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CHORUSES IN CLEOPATRA. the loss And was never satisfy'd :

But is it justice that all we, is trendom Ambition is a vulture vile, He can say by proof of toil,

The innocent poor multitude,

For great men's faults should punish'd be, Home That feeds upon the heart of pride,

And to destruction thus pursu'd ? nom nd finds no rest when all is try'd.

O why should th' Heavens us include,
For worlds cannot confine the one ;

Within the compass of their fall,
'Th' other lists and bounds hath none;

Who of themselves procured all ?
And both subvert the mind, the state,

Or do the gods (in close) decree,
Procure destruction, envy, hate.

Occasion take how to extrude

Man from the Earth with cruelty ?
nd now when all this is prov'd rain,

Ah no, the gods are ever just,
Yet opinion leaves not here,

Our faults excuse their rigour must.
But sticks to Cleopatra near,
Persuading now, how she shall gain

This is the period fate set down,

To Egypt's fat prosperity :
onour by death, and fame attain,

Which now unto her greatest grown,
And what a shame it was to live,

Must perish thus, by course must die,
HOME And so with this persuasion led,
Her kingdom lost, her loyer dead :

And some must be the causers why

This revolution must be wrought;
Despair doth such a courage give,

As born to bring their state to nought;
hat nought else can her mind relieve,

To change the people and the crown,
Nor yet divert her from that thought:
To this conclusion all is brought.

And purge the world's iniquity:

Which vice so far hath overgrown,
Trata. To end in death, that all things ends.
This is that rest this vain world lends,

As we, so they that treat us thus,
Must one day perish like to us.

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O fearful frowning Nemisis,

Daughter of Justice most severe,
That art the world's great arbitress,

and queen of causes reigning here :
mi se swift sure band is ever near

xternal Justice, righting wrong:
Who never yet deferrest long

The prouds' decay, the weaks' redress: a legg de se But through thy power every where,

Dost raze the great, and raise the less;
The less made great doth ruin tou,
To show the Earth what Heaven can do.

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Mysterious Egypt, wonder-breeder,

Strict religion's strange observer,
State-orderer Zeal, the best rule-keeper,

Fost'ring still intemp'rate fervour: !
O how cam'st thou to lose so wholly

All religion, law, and order?
And thus become the most unholy

Of all lands, that Nilus border ?
How could confus'd Disorder enter

Where stern Law sat so severely?
How durst weak Lust and Riot venture

Th' eye of Justice looking nearly?
Could not those means that made thee great,
Be still the means to keep thy state?

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Ah no, the course of things requireth

Change and alteration ever :
That same continuance man desireth,

Th' unconstant world yieldeth never.
We in our counsels must be blinded,

And not see what doth import us:
And oftentimes the thing least minded,

Is the thing that most must hurt us.
Yet they that have the stern in guiding,

'T is their fault that should prevent it,
for oft they seeing their country sliding,

Take their ease, as thongh contented.
We imitate the greater powers,
The prince's manners fashion ours.

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Th'example of their light regarding,

Vulgar looseness much incenses:
Vice uncontrol'd grows wide enlarging,

Kings' small faults be great offences,
And this hath set the window open

Unto licence, lust, and riot :
This way confusion first found broken,

Whereby enter'd our disquiet,

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Those laws that old Sesostris founded,

And now wilt yield thy stream
And the Ptolomies observed,

A prey to other realms?
Hereby first came to be confounded,
Which our state so long preserved.

Draw back thy waters, flow
The wanton luxury of court,

To thy concealed head : Did form the people of like sort.

Rocks strangle up thy wares,

Stop cataracts thy fall, For all (respecting private pleasure)

And turn thy courses so, Universally consenting

That sandy deserts dead, To abuse their time, their treasure,

(The world of dust that crases In their own delights contenting:

To swallow thee op all) And future dangers nought respecting,

May drink so much as shall Whereby, (O how easy matter

Revive from wasty graves, Made this so general neglecting,

A living green, which spread Confus'd weakness to discatter?)

Far flourishing, may grow Cæsar found th' effect true try'd,

On that wide face of death,
In his easy entrance making :

Where nothing new draws breath
Who at the sight of arms, descry'd
All our people, all forsaking,

Fatten some people there,
For riot (worse than war) so sore

Ev'n as thou us hast done, Had wasted all our strength before.

With plenty's wanton store,

And feeble luxury: And thus in Egypt servile render'd

And them as us prepare To the insolent destroyer:

Fit for the day of moan, And all their sumptuous treasure tenderd,

Respite not before. All her wealth that did betray her.

Leave levelPd Egypt dry, Which poison (O if Heav'n be rightful)

A barren prey to lie, May so far infect their senses,

Wasted for evermore;
That Egypt's pleasure, so delightful,

Of plenties yielding none
May breed them the like offences;
And Romans, learn our way of weakness,

To recompense the care

Of victor's greedy lust,
Be instructed in our vices:
That our spoils may spoil your greatness,

And bring forth nought but dust
Overcome with our devices.
Fill full your hands, and carry home,

And so, O leave to be,
Enough from us to ruin Rome.

Sith thou art what thou art:
Let not our race possess
Th' inheritance of shame,
The fee of sin, that we

Have left them for their part:

The yoke of whose distress
Must still upbraid our blame,

Telling from whom it came.
Then thus we have beheld

Our weight of wantonness
Th' accomplishment of woes,

Lies heavy on their heart,
The full of ruin, and

Who nevermore shall see
The worst of worst of ills:

The glory of that worth
And seen all hope expellid,

They left, who brought us forth
That ever sweet repose
Shall repossess the land,

O then all-seeing light,
That desolation fills,

High president of Heaven,
And where ambition spills,

You magistrates, the stars,
With uncontrolled hand,

Of that eternal court
All th' issue of all those

Of providence and right,
That so long rule have held:

Are these the bounds y' have gives
To make us no more us,

Th' untranspassable bars
But clean confound us thus.

That limit pride so short?

Is greatness of this sort,
And can'st, О Nilus, thou

That greatness greatness mars,
Father of foods, endure,

And racks itself, self-driven
That yellow Tyber sbould

On rocks of her own migbt ?
With sandy streams rule thee?

Doth order order so,
Wilt thou be pleas'd to bow

Disorders overthrow ?
To him those feet so pure,
Whose unknown head we hold
A power divine to be?
Thou that didst ever see
Thy free banks uncontroll’d,
Live under thine own care :
Ah, wilt thou bear it now?


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579 Unto the hope of you, that you one day

May grace this now neglected harmony,

Which set unto your glorious actions, may
Record the same to all posterity.

Though I the remnant of another time,

Am never like to see that happiness,
Yet for the zeal that I have borne to rhyme,
And to the Muses, wish that good success

To others' travel, that in better place,

And better comfort, they may be incbear'd

Who shall deserve, and who shall have the grace o you, most hopeful prince, not as you are, To have a Muse held worthy to be heard. [know, Cut as you may be, do I give these lines:

And know, sweet prince, when you shall come to hat when your judgment shall arrive so far, That 't is not in the pow'r of kings to raise 's t' overlook th' intricate designs

A spirit for verse, that is not born thereto, The state oulith what encounters greatest fortunes close, f uncontented man; you may behold

Nor are they born in every prince's days:

For late Eliza's reign gave birth to more
Er'a ai than a low hardly men digest felicity;
atten sosyoncumbrances ambition undergoes;
That dangers, what attempts, what manifold Than all the kings of England did before.

And it may be, the genius of that time
Sith pipety a low to th' intemperate, to the prodigal,

Would leave to her the glory in that kind, nd fathelum 'o wantonness, and unto luxury,

And that the utmost powers of English rhyme

Should be within her peaceful reign confin'd ; t for the dinind you shall find the greatest enemy plany things want, but to ambition all.

For since that time, our songs could never thrive,

But lain as if forlord; though in the prime pe Di ber 'hat man can have, is his prosperity.

Of this new raising season, we did strive eame leteli Here shall you see how men disguise their ends, To bring the best we could unto the time. barten Sind plant bad courses under pleasing shows, sud igre me low well presumption's broken ways defends,

And I, although among the latter train,

And least of those that sung unto this land, plentes szige Vhich clearey'd judgment gravely doth disclose. Have borne my part, though in an humble strain, poubelere shall you see how th' easy multitude,

And pleased the gentler that did understand : Factor's pretty Cransported, take the party of distress;

And never had my harmless pen at all
Eoring trade and only out of passions do conclude,

Distaind with any loose immodesty,
Not out of judgment of mens' practices; [bar, Nor ever noted to be touch'd with gall,
How powers are thought to wrong, that wrongs de T'aggravate the worst man's infamy.
And kings not held in danger, though they are. But still have done the fairest offices
These ancient representments of times past, To virtue and the time; yet nought prevails,
Tell us that men have, do, and always run And all our labours are without success,
The self-same line of action, and do cast

For either favour or our virtue fails.
= kwaai whilst they, their ends, and nature are the same:
Their course alike, and nothing can be done, And therefore since I have outliv'd the date

Of former grace, acceptance, and delight, But will be wrought upon the self-same frame. I would my lines late born beyond the fate spel pene

Of her spent line, had never come to light; are fra Beni The sure records of books, in which we find

So had I not been tax'd for wishing well, Tepat e rex The tenure of our state, how it was held

Nor now mistaken by the censuring stage, bears to By all our ancestors, and in what kind

Nor, in my fame and reputation fell, 2 Terbare L We held the same, and likewise how in the end Which I esteem more than what all the age Elory of text me This frail possession of felicity

Or th' earth can give. But years hath done this left, wie image Shall to our late posterity descend

wrong, By the same patent of like destiny.

To make me write too much, and live too long. En all-coming lite In them we find that nothing can accrue

And yet I grieve for that unfinish'd frame, presiden din, To man, and his condition that is new.

Which thou, dear Muse, didst vow to sacrifice tagsina na Which images here figur'd in this wise,

Unto the bed of peace, and in the same I eternal or I leave unto your more mature survey,

Design our happiness to memorize, Tidence intent Amongst the vows that others sacrifice

Must, as it is, remain, though as it is: * the bandi, Unto the hope of you, that you one day

It shall to after-times relate my zeal transpezDJ Will give grace to this kind of harmony. [know, To kings and unto right, to quietness, Test pa se

For know, great prince, when you shall come to And to the union of the commonweal.
How that it is the fairest ornament

But this may now seem a superfluous vow,
Of worthy tirnes, to have those which may show We have this peace; and thou hast sung enow.
The deeds of power, and lively represent

And more than will be heard, and then as good
The actions of a glorious government.

As not to write, as not be understood. der unters And is no lesser honour to a crown

T have writers, than have actors of renown.

And though you have a swannet of your own,
Within the banks of Doven, meditates

Sweet notes to you, and unto your renown,
The glory of his music dedicates,
And in a softy tune is set to sound

We as the chorus of the vulgar, stand
The deep reports of sullen tragedies:

Spectators here, to see these great men play
Yet may this last of me be likewise found

Their parts both of obedience and command, Amongst the vows that others sacrifice

And censure all they do, and all they say.

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For though we be esteem'd but ignorant,

For in this height of fortune are imbred Yet are we capable of truth, and know

Those thund'ring fragors that affright the Eart: Where they do well, and where their actions want From thence have all distemp'ratures the tra The grace that makes them prove the best in show: That brings forth desolation, famine, dearth: And though we know not what they do within, There certain order is disordered, Where they attire their mysteries of state, And there it is confusion hath her birth. Yet know we by th' events what plots have been, It is that height of fortune doth undo And how they all without do personate.

Both her own quietness and others too.
We see who well a meaner part became,

Fail in a greater and disgrace the same.
We see some worthy of advancement deem'd,
Save when they have it: some again have got
Good reputation, and been well-esteem'd

In place of greatness, which before were not.

FROM THE SAME. We see affliction act a better scene (clean; Than prosperous fortune, which hath marr'd it See how these great men clothe their private hate We see that all which we have prais'd in some,

In those fair colours of the public good; Have only been their fortune, not desert: (come, And to effect their ends, pretend the state, Some war have grac'd, whom peace doth ill be- As if the state by their affections stood : And lustful ease hath blemish'd all their part:

And arm'd with pow'r and princes' jealousies, We see Philotas acts his goodness ill,

Will put the least conceit of discontent And makes his passions to report of him

Into the greatest rank of treacheries, Worse than he is : and we do fear he will

That no one action shall seem innocent: Bring his free nature to b’intrap'd by them. Yea, valour, honour, bounty shall be made For sure there is some engine closely laid

As accessaries unto ends unjust: Against his grace and greatness with the king :

And e'en the service of the state must lade And that unless his humours prove more stay'd,

The needfull'st undertakings with distrust. We soon shall see his utter ruining.

So that base vileness, idle luxury, And his affliction our compassion draws,

Seem safer far, than to do wortbily.
Which still looks on men's fortunes, not the cause. Suspicion, full of eyes, and full of ears,

Doth through the tincture of her own conceit
See all things in the colours of her fears,
And truth itself must look like to deceit,

That what way ever the suspected take,

Still envy will most cunningly forelay
The ambush of their ruin, or will make
Their humours of themselves to take that war.

But this is still the fate of those that are How dost thou wear, and weary out thy days,

By nature or their fortunes eminent, Restless Ambition, never at an end!

Who either carried in conceit too far, Whose travels no Herculean pillar stays,

Do work their own or others' discontent, But still beyond thy rest thy labours tend,

Or else are deemed fit to be suppress'd, Above good fortune thou thy hopes dost raise,

Not for they are, but that they may be ill, Still climbing, and yet never canst ascend:

Since states have ever had far more unrest For when thou hast attain'd unto the top

By spirits of worth, than men of meaner skill; Of thy desires, thou hast not yet got up.

And find, that those do always better prote, That height of fortune either is control'd

Wh' are equal to employment, not abore. By some more pow'rful overlooking eye,

For self-opinion would be seen more wise, (That doth the fulness of thy grace withhold) Than present counsels, customs, orders, lass: Or countercheck'd with some concurrency,

And to the end to have them otherwise, That it doth cost far more ado to hold

The commonwealth into cumbustion drass, The height attain'd, than was to get so high, As if ordain'd t' embroil the world with sit,

Where stand thou canst not, but with careful toil, As well as grossness, to disbonour it.

Nor loose thy hold without thy utter spoil.
There dost thou struggle with thine own distrust,
And others' jealousies there counterplot,
Against some underworking pride, that must

Supplanted be, or else tbou standest uot;
There wrong is play'd with wrong, and he that thrusts
Down others, comes biinself to have tbat lot.

The same concussion doth afflict his breast

That others shook, oppression is oppress'd. That either happiness dwells not so high,

Well, then, I see there is small difference Or else above, whereto pride cannot rise:

Betwixt your state and ours; you civil Greeks, And that the high'st of man's felicity,

You great contrivers of free governments, But in the region of affliction lies :

Whose skill the world from out all countries seeks; And that we climb but up to misery.

Those whom you call your kings, are but the saint Higb fortunes are but high calamities.

As are cur sovereign tyrants of the east;
It is not in that sphere where peace doth move ; | I see they only differ but in name,
Rest dwells below it, happiness above.

Th' effects they sbow, agree, or near at least.







Your great men here, as our great satrapaes,

I see laid prostrate are with basest shame,
TbYour kings conceive, or others' envies frame;
Upon the least suspect or jealousies

Indeed since prosperous fortune gave the rein

To head-strong power and lust, I must confess
Only herein they differ, that your prince

We Grecians have lost deeply by our gain,
Proceeds by form of law t'effect his end;

And this our greatness makes us much the less :
Our Persian monarch makes his frown convince For by th'accession of these mighty states,

The strongest truth, his sword the process ends Which Alexander wondrously hath got, \ With present death, and makes no more ado:

He hath forgot himself and us, and rates
He never stands to give a gloss unto

His state above mankind, and ours at nought.
His violence, to make it to appear

This hath thy pomp (0 feeble Asia) wrought! In other hue than that it ought to bear,

Thy base adorings hath transformed the king Wherein plain dealing best his course commends: Into that shape of pride, as he is brought en e What need have Alexander so to strive For more h' offends who by the law offends. Out of his wits, out of acknowledging

From whence the glory of his greatness springs,
By all these shows of form, to find this man And that it was our swords that wrought these things.
Guilty of treason, when he doth contrive

How well were we within the narrow bounds
La He must not be acquit, though he be clear,
To have him so adjudg’d? do what he can,

Of our sufficient yielding Macedon,

Before our kings enlarg'd them with our wounds, Ce Th' offender, not th' offence, is punish'd here. And made these sallies of ambition !

And what avails the fore-condemnd to speak? Before they came to give the regal law [awe!
However strong his cause, his state is weak. To those free states, which kept their crowns in

They by these large dominions are made more,

But we became far weaker than before. Ez Ah, but it satisfies the world, and we

What get we now by winning, but wide minds Think that well done, which done by law we see. And weary bodies, with th' expense of blood ?

What should ill do, since happy fortune finds PERSIAN.

But misery, and is not good though good ?

Action begets still action, and retains
Co te till And to the compass of your power extends:
And yet your law serves but your private ends,

Our hopes beyond our wishes, drawing on

A never ending circle of our pains,
But is it for the majesty of kings,

That makes us not have done, when we have done.
To sit in judgment thus themselves with you?

What can give bounds to Alexander's ends.
Who counts the world but small, that calls him

And his desires beyond his prey distends, (great; us ten. The greatest majesty on Earth to kings. To do men justice, as the thing that brings

Like beasts, that murder more than they can eat?
When shall we look his travels will be done,

That tends beyond the ocean and the Sun?

What discontentments will there still arise
That, by their subalternate ministers

In such a camp of kings, to intershock
May be perform'd as well, and with more grace: Each others' greatness, and what mutinies
For, to command it to be done, infers

Will put him from his comforts, and will mock
More glory than to do. It doth imbase

His hopes, and never suffer him to have
Th' opinion of a power t’invulgar so

That which he hath of all which fortune gave?
That sacred presence, which should never go, And from Philotas blood (O worthy man)
Never be seen, but e'en as gods, below,

Whose body now rent on the torture lies,
Like to our Persian king in glorious show;

Will flow that vein of fresh conspiracies,
And who, as stars affixed to their sphere,

As overflow him will, do what he can:
May not descend to be from what they are. zor cruelty doth not embetter men,

But them more wary makes than they have been.
Where kings are so like gods, there subjects are not are not your great men free from torture then,

Must they be likewise rack'd as other men ?

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