Five Men and Pompey: A Series of Dramatic PortraitsBenét, Stephen Vincent
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Five Men and Pompey: A Series of Dramatic Portraits
Benét, Stephen Vincent
Pompey, the Great, 106 B.C.-48 B.C. -- Drama
THE COVER DESIGN IS BY ELIHU VEDDER
UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME
LAODICE AND DANAË _Play in Verse_
By _Gordon Bottomley_
IMAGES--OLD AND NEW _Poems_
By _Richard Aldington_
THE ENGLISH TONGUE AND OTHER POEMS
By _Lewis Worthington Smith_
FIVE MEN AND POMPEY _Dramatic Portraits_
By _Stephen Vincent Benét_
HORIZONS _Poems_
By _Robert Alden Sanborn_
THE TRAGEDY _A Fantasy in Verse_
By _Gilbert Moyle_
FIVE MEN AND POMPEY
_A Series of Dramatic Portraits_
BY
STEPHEN VINCENT BENÉT
[Illustration]
BOSTON
THE FOUR SEAS COMPANY
1915
_Copyright, 1915, by_
THE FOUR SEAS COMPANY
THE FOUR SEAS PRESS
BOSTON AND NORWOOD
CONTENTS
THE LAST BANQUET 9
LUCULLUS DINES-- 17
THE FORLORN CAMPAIGN 23
AD ATTICUM 31
DE BELLO CIVILI 37
AFTER PHARSALIA 45
THE LAST BANQUET
THE LAST BANQUET
[SERTORIUS SPEAKS. B. C. 72]
Twelve years! Twelve years of striving! and at last
My power is--secure? Still Pompey lives
And has an army and Metellus strives
To wipe out his defeats. The net is cast:
Cast, and draws ever tighter: and my men
Grumble and mutter, near to mutiny.
Perpenna stirs up treason: like a fen
Of black and quaking marshes, my own camp
Boils up all foulness, gapes to swallow me.
The black death-chariot waits, the coursers stamp--
Yet I have made a law, have curbed the tribes,
Built up a senate, founded schools, withstood
For twelve long years the iron arm of Rome.
I have not spared my time, my gold, my blood.
And now all vanishes in plots and gibes--
I love this warm, brown land; it is my home.
And yet--to see the Forum once again!
Ah, Nydia! Nydia! Had you not died
I could have crossed the Alps, have crushed these men,
These unclean vultures, tearing at Rome’s side;
I could have brought back the Republic--then.
You died. I still fight on, but I am old.
Pompey is young, and though I beat him now,
He will be victor, as the end will show.
Ah, Plancus, enter! Is the night so cold
That you need shroud yourself in that great cloak?
You too, Perpenna, Cimon, you who broke
So bravely through the foe, you fear a draught?
Be seated, friends!
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