sheath'd his blade In kinsman's breast or by the wound he made Has done no wrong to kindred all as one Shall I esteeme kinseman and foe vnknowne Fill vp the trenches teare the rampiers downe That in full maniples we may come on Spare not your campe that campe shall be your owne From which you dying army is come downe Scarse thus had Caesar spoke when every one Fell to their charge and straight their armour don A quicke presage of happy war they take Of their neglected campe â—avocke they make Not rank'd nor marshall'd by the generall Confus'd they stand leaving to fortune all Had all beene Caesars had each souldier fought For monarchy and Romes sole Empire sought They could not all with more desire come on When Pompey saw them march directly downe That now the war admitted no delay But this by heavens appointment was the day He stands amaz'd and cold the war to feare T was fatall in so great a souldier But cheering vp his men his owne feares hiding On a proud steed through every quarter riding The time your valours wisht for souldiers Is come quâ—th he the end of civill wars This is the sword's last worke the judging hower Of nations fates now shew your â—tmost power He that would see his houshold gods againe His countrey wife and children must obtaine All by the sword the gods haue in this fight Dispos'd them all our just cause does invite To hope our swords the gods themselues shall guide Through Caesars breast and in his blood provide Th' establishment of Roman liberty Had they to him decreed a Monarchy To my old age death might long since haue come It was no signe the gods were wroth with Rome Preserving Pompey for her leader now And all helpes else that conquest can bestow Illustâ—ious men such as old times did show Doe willingly these dangers vndergoe Should the Camilli th' ancient Curii Reviue or the devoted Decii Heere they would stand Forces we haue from th' East Numberlesse â—ityes aides war never prest So many hands we vse all nations Of the whole world people of all the zones Of all mankinde twixt North and South that dwell Are heere we may enclose that army well With our wide stretch'd-out wings the victory Askt not all hands some neede but shout and cry Caesars small strength cannot employ vs all Thinke that your mothers from the city wall Tearing their haire entreat your valour now Thinke that the old vnarmed Senate bow Their honour'd hoary heads before your feete And Rome her selfe for freedome doth entreate Thinke that this age and our posterity Doe both entreat one would in freedome dy The other be freeborne And if there be After these pledges a roome left for me I with my wife and sonnes before your feete If th' honour of a generall would permit Would fall vnlesse you conquer heere your shame And â—aesars mocke is banisht Pompey's name I craue in freedome my â—ast age to spend And not â—e taught to serue so neere my end This sad speech fiâ—'d the Roman spirits anew They wish to dy should what they feare be true With aequall furâ— then both armyes meete One for ambition th' other freedome fight These hands shall act what no succeeding yeare Nor all mankind for ever can repaire Thouâ—h free from wars this fight kills men to come And the next age before they enter wombe All Latian names thence fabulous shall be And men in ruin'd dust shall scarsely see The Gabii Veii Cora nor the roome Where Alba stood nor faire Laurentium A countrey desolate which none espyes But the forc'd Consuls in night sacrifice Blaming old Numa's institution These monuments times ruining hand alone Has not defac'd wars ciuill crimes we see In that so many cities empty'd be To that small number is mankind reduc'd We all whom the whole earth has since produc'd Are not enough the townes and fields to fill One towne vs receiues vs all and bondmen till Th'Italian lands old houses stand alone Rotten and want a man to fall vpon And wanting her old Citizens there slaine Rome with the dreggs of men is fill'd againe This slaughter makes that Rome hereafter free From civill war for many yeeres shall be Pharsalia is the cause of all these ills Let Canna yeild that our blacke annalls fills And Allia damn'd in Roman Calenders Rome has remembred these as her small scarres But would forget this day oh fatall time Those liues that fortune had from every clime Brought heere to perish might all losse repaire Mankind susteines by pestilentiall ayre Sickenesse towne-swallowing earth quakes or fires rage Heere fortune showes the gifts of many an age People and Captaines robbing vs of all In one sad field to shew when Rome did fall How great she fell the more thou did'st possesse Of earth the shorter was thy happinesse All wars before did land on thee bestow To both the poles Sol saw thy conquests goe But that a little of the East remain'd Thou all the sky-encompass'd globe had'st gain'd Thine had beene night and day the stars could shine And planets wander ore no land but thine But this one day thy fate as far backe beares As 't was advaunc'd in all those former yeres This bloody day is cause that India The Roman Fasces cannot keepe in aw That Consuls doe not with their plowes designe Sarmatian walls nor in their bounds confine The Scythian Daa that still Parthians owe For the blood lost in Crassus overthrow That liberty nere to returne againe And flying civill war her flight has tane Ore Tigris and the Rhene and can be brought No more though with our bloods so often sought Would we had nere that happinesse possest Which Scythia and Germany has blest Would Rome had ever serv'd since that first light VVhen by the augury of Vulâ—urs flight Romulus fill'd with theeues his walls begun Even till Pharsalia's wofull field was won Brutus we taxe fortune why did we frame Our freedomes lawes or yeareâ— by Consuls name Happy Arabians Medes and Easterne lands That still haue liv'd vnder their Kings commands VVe last of all though now asham'd to bow A Monarch's yoke are forc'd to vndergoe No gods at all haue we when all things mooue By chance we falsely thinke there is a Ioue Can he downe from the starry sky behold Thessalia's slaughter and his thunder held Can he with thunder cleaue a sencelesse tree Pholoe Oete harmelesse Rhodope Must Cassius hand rather this tyrant slay He at Thyestes feast could shut vp day Involving Argos in a suddaine night And can he lend Thessalia his light Where brothers fight and sonnes ' gainst fathers are For mortall men no god at all takes care But for this woe revenge we doe obtaine As much as fiâ—ts that earth ' gainst heaven should gaine This war our Emperours does aequalize To gods aboue and their soules deifyes Adornes their heads with thunder rayes and stars Rome by mens soules in her gods temples sweares When both
ire doth doubtfull stand But straight wheÌ„ his Tailes swindge has made him hoâ— And rais'd his shaggy Mâ—ne from his wide throat He roaves then if a Mauritanian Speare Or Shaft haue pierc'd his side voide of all feare Regâ—rdlesse of that wound he rushes on Gently along flowes ruddy Rubicon From a small Spring when Summer's in her pride And gliding through the valley dooes divide Gallia from Italy now Winter lent Him strength and Cynthia her full hornes had spent In showres to rayse his flâ—od and melted snow The moist East-wind made downe the Alpes to flow The Horse-men first are plac'd against the streame To take the waters fury vnder them The Foote men shelter'd found a passage ore More calme the current being broke before But now when Caesar had orecome the flood And Italy's forbidden ground had trod Heâ—e Peace and broken Lawes I leaue quoth he Fâ—rewell all Leagues Fortune I le follow thee No more wee le trust Warre shall determine all This said by Night the actiue Generall Swifter then Parthian back-shot shaft or stone From Balearieke Slinger marches on T' invade Ariminum when every star Fled from th' approaching Sunne but Lucâ—fer And that day dawn'd that first these broiles should see Either the moist Southwindes or Heavens decree With pitchy Cloudes darkned the fatall day VVhen now the Soldiers by command made stay Iâ—th Market place shrill trumpets flourisht round And the hâ—â—rse Hornes wicked alarums sound VVith this sad noise the Peoples rest was broke The young men rose and from the temples tooke Their Armes now such as long peace had marr'de And their old bucklers now of leather's bar'de Their blunted Piles not of a long time vs'd And Swords with th'eatings of blacke rust abus'd The Roman Colours and knowne Eagles then An Caesar in the midd'st high mâ—uted seene The townesmens trembling joynts for horror faint And to themselues they make this sad complaint Oh ill built Citty too too neere the Gaule Oh sadly situated place when all The world haue peace we are the spoyle of warre And first that are inuaâ—ed happier farre Might we haue liu'd in farthest North or East Or wandring tents of Scythia then possest The edge of Italy This towne of ours First felt the furious Gaules and Cymbrian powers Hither the Libyans first and Germans come This is waâ—â—es way when Fortune threatens Rome Thus silently they mourne and durst not lend Their griefe a word nor teares in publique spend As Birds by winters raging cold are still'de And the mid-ocean dooes no murmur yeild But when bright day dissolu'd the dampes of night The Fates new firebrands bring and stirre to fight Caesars yet doubting minde leaving no pause To shame but fortune findes him out a cause Of armes and labours to make just his war The factious Tribunes by the Senate are Against their sacred priviledge exil'de And by the Graechi's l factious names revil'de These now to Caesar came and brought along With them bold Curio's m mercenary tongue That tongue that once the Peoples boldly stood Gainst armed great ones for the publike good Hee when he saw the Generall musing said While this my voice Caesar thy cause could aide Wee did prorogue though gainst the Senate's will Thy gouernement while Oratoryes skill Could turne the wauering Peoples hearts to thee But since by warres rough hand Lawes silenc'd be Wee are exil'd and gladly it sustaine To be endeniz'd by thy Sword againe Whilst their yet strengthlesse side is only scarr'de Vse no delay delay hurts men prepar'de A greater price on equall danger heere Is set in Gallia's warre alone ten yeare Thou hast consum'd but here one field well fought Rome has the world to thy subiection brought Now thy returne from France with victory No pompous triumph waites no Bayes for thee Shall deck the Capitoll baâ—e enuy's hands Keepe back thy due conquest of warrelike Lands Is made a crime in thee and Pompey's pride Excludes thy rule nor canst thou now diuide The world the world thou maist possesse alone This speech gaue fire to Caesar too too prone Before to warre so peoples showtes raise more A fierce Olimpicke Steed striuing before To force the Lists and breake th' opposing barres Straight to the Standard all his Souldiers Caesar assembling ' middst their murmuring noise Commands a silence with his hand and voice Fellowes in Armes that haue endur'd with me A thousand stormes in ten yeares victory Haue our spent bloods in northerne Climes deseru'de This all our wounds so many winters seru'de Vnder the Alpes not more prouision Rome Would make for warre if Hanniball had come Ouer the Alpes Cohorts they reinforce Forrests are fell'd for Shipping all the force Of Land and Sea is arm'd gainst Caesar now What more had wee beene vanquisht would they do If the fierce Gaules our flying backes pursu'de That dare now wrong vs when our warres conclude Successefully and friendly Gods vs call Let the long peace-infeebled Generall His gownes and new rais'd Souldiers bring along Vaine names the Catoes and Marcellus tongue Must he with Forreigne and bought clients be Glutted with still continuing soueraignty Can hee triumphant Charriots mount before The Year 's appointed â— and let goe no more Honours o vsurp't why should I now complaine Of the lawes breach and famine p made for gaine Th' affrighted forum q with arm'd men beset Drawne swords enuironing the Iudgement seat When ' gainst all law Milo for murder try'de Pompey's proude Colours clos'd on euery side Now lest his age though tir'd a priuate state Should end by impious ciuill warre his hate He seekes to glut scorning but to excell His Master Sylla's guilt as Tigers fell Whom their fierce Damme with slaughtred Cattels blood VVas wont to nourish in th' Hyrcanian wood Nere loose their fury so thou Pompey vs'd To lick the blood that Sylla's swords effus'd Retain'st thy former thirst neuer againe Grow those lawes pure that blood did once distaine VVhen wilt thou end thy too long tiranny VVhere bound thy r guilt in this at least to thee A patterne let thy Master Sylla be To leaue off such vsurped soueraignety After the Pirates and tir'de Ponticke King VVhose war to end scarce Poisons s helpe could bring Must Caesars fall Pompey's last triumph make Because commanded I did not forsake My conquering Army but if I be barr'd My labours meâ—de let these haue the reward Of their long service let these Soldiers all Triumph though vnder any Generall Where shall their bloudlesse age after the Warre Finde rest what lands shall my old Soldiers share Where shall they plow where shall their City stand Are Pirates t Pompey worthier of Land March on victorious colours march away The strength that we haue made we must employ He giues the strongest all things that denyes His due nor want we ayding Deities Nor spoile those armes doe seeke nor Soveraignty But to free Rome though bent to slauery Thus spake he the yet doubting Soldiers Vncertaine murmurs raise though fierce with
Sylla came With a revenge more bloody His sword reft Rome of that little blood before was left Whilst cutting off cruell Chirurgian Th' affected parts too farre his lancing hand Followes the sore first guilty men are slaine At last when none but guilty could remayne Their hates take greater freedome forth they breake Without the curbe of any law they wreake Their private angers now for Sylla's sake All is not done for every one fulfills Their owne blood thirsty and revengefull wills Pretending his command with impious steele Servants their masters sonnes their fathers kill Which sonne shall be the parricide by strife They seeke a brother sels a brothers life Some hide themselues in tombes liue men remaine Among the dead beasts dennes can scarse containe The flying multitude one strangled dyes By his owne hand one from a precipice Dyes broken with the fall preventing so The tyranny of his insulting foe His funerall pyle one making ere he dyes Leapes in and whilest he may those rites enjoyes Great Captaines heads born throgh the streets on spears Are pil'de vp in the Market there appeares Each secret murder not so many heads In stables of the tyrant Diomed's Thrace saw nor Lybia on Antaeus wall Nor mourning Greece in Oenomaus hall Limmes putrifi'de which all knowne markes had left Worne out by eating time by fearefull theft The wretched parents take and beare away My selfe I still remember that sad day Desirous those forbidden rites to do To my slaine brothers head searcht to and fro The carkasses of Sylla's peace to see What trunke ' mongst all would with that head agree What neede I tell how Catulus was paide With blood how Marius a sad offring made And wretched sacrifice before the tombe Of his perchance vnwilling foe did come His q mangled joynts as many wounds as limmes We saw yet no wound deadly given him Through his spoyl'd body an example rare Of cruelty a dying life to spare His hands chopt off his tongue cut out as yet Wagg'de and the ayre did with dumbe motions beat One slits his nostrils one cuts off his eares His eyes out last of all another teares Left in till then his mangled limmes to see A thing past credit one poore man should be The subject of so many cruelties A lumpe deform'd his mangled body lyes So strangely slaughter'd not disfigur'de more Floates a torne shipwrackt carkasse to the shore From the mid-Sea The fruit of all your toile Why doe you loose and Marius face so spoile That none can now discerne him 'twere more neede Silla should know him to applaud the deed r Praneste's fortune saw her men all dye In one death's space the flowre of s Italy The onely youth of Latium sadly slaine Did wretched Romes Ovilia distaine So mâ—ny men to cruell death at once Oft Earthquakes Shipwrackes or infections Of Aire or Earth Famine or Warre hath sent Never before a doome of punishment The souldiers throng'de could scarcely weild at all Their killing hands the slaine could hardly fall Supported so but number did oppresse The dying people and dead carcasses Encreasde the slaughter falling heavily On living bodies his strange cruelty Secure and fearelesse Sylla from aboue Beheld nor could so many thousands mooue His heart by him commanded all to dye I' th' Tyrthene gulfe their pil'de vp bodies lye The first throwne in vnder the water lay The last on bodies strongest ships they stay And Tiber parted by that fatall bay Sends one part to the Sea carkasses stay The other till the violent streame of blood Enforc'd the waters course to Tibers flood Nor can the bankes the River now containe But ore the fields the bodies floate againe Rowling at last into the Tyrrhene maine On the blew waues it sets a purple staine For this did Silla merit to be stil'de Happy and t saviour and in Mars his field To be interr'de but these blacke mischiefes are To be endurd againe this cruell war Will the same order and conclusion take But feares more horrid suppositions make And in this war mankind shall suffer more The exil'de Maris sought but to restore Themselues againe and Sylla's victories Sought but the ruine of his enemies Their aymes are higher both long powerfull take Vp armes and neither civill war would make To doe as Sylla did Thus wayles old age Remembring past and fearing future rage This terror strooke not noble Brutus heart Nor in this frightfull stir was he a part Of the lamenters but at midnight he When now her waine Parrhasian Helice Turn'de at his unkle Catoes no large house Knockes him he findes waking and anxious For Rome and the whole State a fearefull man Not for himselfe when Brutus thus began Banisht and flying vertue 's onely hold And refuge which no storme of fortune could Ere reaue thee off guide thou this wavering heart And to my thoughts a certaine strength impart At Caesars side or Pompeye's others stand Ore Brutus none but Cato shall command Wilt thou keepe peace and in this doubtfull age Vnshaken stand or mingling with the rage Of the mad rout this civill war approue Others to this sad war bad causes mooue One his stain'd house in peace and feare of Lawes Another fights for want mingling that cause VVith the worlds wracke blind fury leades on none All drawne with gainefull hopes but thee alone The war it selfe affects VVhat bootes it thee T' haue beene so long from the times vices free This onely meede of thy long vertue take The warres find others guilty thee they make But let not wicked war haue power t' employ These hands O gods let not thy lavelin flye ' Mongst others in a thicke skie darkning cloude Let not such vertue be in vaine bestowde The warres whole chance will cast it selfe on thee VVho would not dye vpon that sword and be Cato's offence though slaine by another hand Thou might'st alone and quiet better stand As starres in heaven still vnshaken are VVhen lightnings stormes and tempest rend the ayre Nearer to earth VVindes rage and Thunders spight Plaine grounds must suffer when Olympus height Plac'd by the gods aboue the cloudes â—s free Small things jarres vexe the great ones quiet be 'T will glad proud Caesar in this war to heare So great a Citizen has deign'de t' appeare Nor will it grieue him that great Pompeye's side Is chose not his 't will be enough his pride That Cato has approu'd of civill war Romes Senate and both Consuls armed are Vnder a private man and many moe Of note and worth to these adde Cato too Vnder command of Pompey none liues free In all the world but Caesar but if we Doe for our countreyes Lawes and freedome goe To war then Brutuâ— is not â—aesars foe Nor Pompeys but the Conquerours who ere Thus Brutus spake when for an inside cleare These sacred words drew Cato We confesse Brutus that civill war's great wickednesse But where the Fates will leade vertue shall goe Securely on to make me guilty now Shall
vnknowne What name should those two Channells meet in one They 'd beaâ—e Euphrates flowing on the fields That profit there that Nile in Aegypt yeelds But Tigris swallow'd by the gaping earth Long hides his course but at his second birth Deniâ—s not to the Sea his new-borne flood Betwixt boâ—h Campes fierce Parthians neuters stood Content that they alone had causde this war VVith poyson'd arrowes wandring Scythians far Come to the Campe whom Bactros ioy flood Enâ—losâ—s and Hyrcania's desert wood The valiant Heniochian Horsemen there Sprung from the Spartan race Sarmatians neere To the fierce Moschi where cold Phasis glides And Colâ—hos richest pasture fields divides VVhere Halys fatall to the Lydian King Does flow where Tanais that drawes his spring From the Riphaean hills and doth divide Europe from Asia giving to each side The name of severall worlds and as he bends Now to this world now that encrease he lends Where slow Moeotis driven into the seas Takes from the pillars of great Hercules Their fame denying that the Gades alone Admit the sea Scythonian nations The valiant Arians Arimaspians With gold deck'd lockes and swift Gelonians The Massegets their thirst that satisfie With the same horses bloods whereon they fly Not Cyrus leading th'Easterne troopes nor when Xerxes by darts numbring his armed men Came downe nor Agamemnon bound to set His brothers ravisht wife with that fam'd fleet So many Kings brought vnder their commands So many nations drawne from severall lands Different in language and attire nor ere Did fortune bring so many men to beare Part in a mighty ruine making all Sad obsequies at Pompeys funerall Marmaricke troopes the horned Ammon prest And all scorcht Affricke from the farthest VVest To th'Easterne shore send ayde as far as ly The Syrtes gulfes lest Caesar severally And oft be troubled here all nations Pharsalia brings to be suddu'de at once Caesar now leaving fearefull Rome in hast VVith his swift troopes the cloudy Alpes orepast But though his fame all people else affright Phocian Massyllia f dares yet keepe aright Her faith and far from Greekish levity The cause the lawes not fortune followes she But first of all they labour to asswage VVith peacefull parley his vncurbed rage And stubborne minde and to their foe now nigh They send an Oliue-bearing Embassy As Latiums annals can true mention make Massilia still was ready to partake The fate of Rome in any forreine war And now if triumphs over nations far Caesar thou seeke to such a conflict take These hands and liues of ours but if you make Sad civill war then giue vs leaue to bend To neyther side and naught but teares to spend Let not our hands in wounds so sacred be If th' heavenly gods had civill enmity Or earth-borne Giants should assault the sky No ayde to Ioue durst human piety By armes or prayers lend their states aboue We know not but are bound to thinke that Ioue Has thunder still besides how many from All nations now doe voluntaryes come The slothfull world is not from vice so far That you should need forc'd sword to civill war Would every people would this cause refuse And this sad war no hands but Roman vse Some hands would falter at their fathers sight And brothers faintly would ' gainst brothers fight The war will soone haue end if forreine states You vse not t'exercise their ancient hates Our humble suite is that within our wall Thou ' ldst trust thy selfe and leaue behinde thee all Thy threaâ—ning Eagles let vs this obtaine To shut out war and Caesar entertaine Let this place free from guilt safely receiue Thy selfe and Pompey if fates please to giue Peace to vnconquer'd Rome here both may meete Vnarm'd but why when danger did invite Thy wars to Spaine turn'dst thou to vs aside We are of no availe to turne the tide Of your great wars our armes haue prooved still Vnfortunate when fortune did exile Vs from our first plantation here we sate And Phocis sackt towers hither did translaâ—e Here in a forreine coast and weake wall'd towne Safe haue we liv'd our Faith is our râ—nowne If thou intend seidge to our walles to lay Or through our gates t' enforce a speedy way In the defence we are resolv'd to dye And fury of the sword and fire to try If thou divert our waters course the ground Wee le dig and licke the puddle we haue found If foode should faile flesh of our children slaine Fearefull to touch or see our jawes should staine For liberty to suffer wee le not feare VVhat once Saguntum when besiedg'd could beare In Carthage war our babes in vaine that striue To sucke their mothers dry'd vp breasts wee le giue Freely to th' fire a wife shall sue for death At her deare husbands hand a brothers breath A brothers hand shall stop this civill war VVee le choose o'th'two so spoketh ' embassador But Caesar's troubled looke his anger speakes Before his words but this at last these Greekes Vaine hope of our departure has possest Though we were marching to the farthest VVest Yet haue we time to sacke Massilia Souldiers rejoyce fate meetes vs in the way VVith war as windes in th' empty aire doe loose Their force vnlesse some strong growne oake oppose As mighty fires for want of fuell dye So want of foes breedes our calamity Our strength were lost vnlesse some durst stand out To be subdu'd but if I come without My armes they will receiue me they desire Not to exclude but take me prisoner But they forsooth would faine that guilt eschew That followes civill war I le make them rue Their asking peace and know that nought can be Safer then war to those serue vnder me Then on he marches the towne fearelesse shut Their gates and souldiers on the rampiers put Not far off from the walles a hill there stood VVhose top was like a field levell and broade VVhich Caesar in surveying judg'd to be Safe for a campe and fit to fortifieâ— The townes nâ—eâ—'st part did an high castle raise Aequall to th'hill in midst a valley was Caesar resolues on a laborâ—ous thing To fill the valley and together bring Both hills but first to shut vp quite the towne By land from both sides his high campe brings downe A long worke to the sea a bulwarke rais'd Of turfes with rampiers on the top and plac'd In length to cut all convoyes from the towne This was a thing for ever to renowne This Greekish towne to stay the violent course Of this hot war not tâ—ne by suddaine force Or feare when Caesar all the rest orerunne The cities conquest as'kd him time alone T' was much â—o stay â—is fates fortune in hast To make him lord of all the world did wast Time at this â—eidge nâ—w round about the towne The lofty woods are fell'd large Oakes hew'n downe To fortifie with posts tâ—e bulwarkes side Lest earth too brittle of it selfe should slide Away not able the towers weight to beare A wood
rugged passages which if the enemy should first enter they might with ease keepe him backe and carâ—y the warre into Celtiberia and those farre countreyes he commanded his horsemen with speede to prevent them and himselfe marching through devious and rough wayes arrived first at those places and encamped himselfe betweene Afranius and the river Iberus which Afranius was marching to the two campes were here fortified so neare to each other that the Souldiers distinctly knew each others faces and talked with their kindred and ancient acquaintance f In this appeared a strange clemency of Caesar that after hee had heard the cruelty of Petrejus towards his Souldiers how taking them from their friends company that had vpon promise secured them hee caused them to be murdered as the Poet relates plainely Caesar notwithstanding seeking out Petrejus his souldiers in his campe spared their liues all and suffered as many of them as would to depart but many Tribunes Centurions and others would not retune but stayed and served after vnder Caesar g It was a policy had often beene vsed by barbarous enemies against the pursuing armies of the Romans to poison all their river it was done by Ingurtha King of Numidia Mithradates King of Pontus and Iuba King of Mauritansa h These two Generalls Afranius and Petrejus though they were here pardoned by Caesar vpon promise to serue no more against him did notwithstaÌ„ding afterwards in the Affrican war follow Scipio against Caesar where they were againe overthrowne Afranius was taken prisoner and by Caesar's command and was slaine Petrejus despairing of pardon as is afterwards showne slew himselfe vpon King Iuba's sword i Fortune yet presumed to doe somewhat against Caesar in his absence aboue about Illyrium for Dolabella and Antonius commanded by Caesar to possesse the Strenghts of the Adriaticke sea eâ—camped one on the Illyrian the other on the Corcyraan share Pompey farre and neere was master of the seas whose Lieutenant Octavius and Libo with great strength of shipping besiedged Antonius and by famine forced him to yeild Basilus from the other shore sent ships to ayde Antonius which were caught by the Pompeyans in a strange snare casting ropes crosse the sea vnder water not to be spi'd Two of the ships escaped and got over the ropes the third which carryed the men of Opitergium was ensnared and held fast The Opitâ—rgians in that place left an example memorable to all posterity for being scarse a thousand men they endured from morning to night the assaults of a great Army round about them and at last when valour could not possible release them rather then yeild themselues into the enemyes hands by the exhortation of their captaine Vultejus all kill'd themselues k In Affrica also the side of Caesar enduring the like calamity shewed the like valour Curio sent by Caesar to winne Libyae having vanquished and put to flight Varus was enclosed on the suddaine by the vnexpected horsemen and army of Iuba King of Mauritania Curio might haue fled when he saw the day lost but much ashamed and scorning to returne to Caesar after the losse of his legions he dyed with all his men LVCANS Pharsalia The First Booke The Argument Romes flying Senate met at Epire chose Great Pompey generall faint Appius goes To Delphos Oracle to seeke advise Which his owne death obscurely signifies Caesar return'd from Spaine with victory Quiets his Souldiers dangerous mutiny Dictator then and Consull both at Rome He makes himselfe sailes from Brundusium To Greece but vex'd with Anthony's delayes In a small boate himselfe alone assayes By night the stormy sea and crosses ore His legions all met on the Graecian shore Addresse themselues for triall of the day Pompey to Lesbos sends his wife away THus fortune kept mixing her good with ill The two a war-wounded generalls aequall still For Macedonia when with Winter's snow The Pleiades did Oemus top bestrow And when the times new-naming day drew neare Old Ianus feast beginner of the yeare Then both the Consuls at the vtmost date Of their expiring honour convocate To Epire the fled fathers where a plaine And forraine seat Rome's Nobles did containe A borrowed court in forraine land heard all The secrets of the State For who can call That place a campe where all Romes Fasces were And axes borne The reverend order there Taught all the people 't was not Pompey's side But Pompey there a member did abide Silence possessing the sad Senate than From an high seat thus Lentulus began If you retaine a strength of minde as good As Roman spirits and your ancient blood Befitts then thinke not in what land you are As banisht from surprised Rome how farre But know the face of your owne company Fathers that governe all this first decree Which yet all kingdomes and all people know We are the Senate For if fortune now Should carry vs vnder the frozen waine Of Vrsa maâ—or or where daies remaine Aequall in length with nights the torrid zone Thither the Empire and dominion Would follow vs When Rome by Gaules was fir'd And that to Vey Camillus was retir'd There then was Rome this order never lost Their right by changing place Caesar can boast Only of mourning walls possession And judgement seates by sad vacation Shut vp and silenc'd empty mansions That court those fathers onely sees whom once When full it banisht of that ranke who ere Is not a banisht man is sitting here We that long peacefull free from guilt haue stood At wars first fury were dispers'd abroad Now to his place each part returnes againe And for the losse of Italy and Spaine The gods the strength of all the world bestow Th'Illyrian Sea has overwhelm'd one foe And Libyan fields does slaughtred Curio No little part of Caesars Senate strow Advance your Eagles follow fate and grant The gods your hope doe not that courage want In this good fortune which when first you fled Your cause stirr'd vp The yeere has finished Our power you fathers whose authorityes No time shall end for th'publike good advise Command great Pompey to be generall His name with joyfull cryes the Senate all Receiue imposing vpon Pompey straight His countrey's and his owne most wretched fate Then faithfull Kings and Nations had their praise Phaebus sea-powerfull Rhodes rewarded was And Spartans rough prais'de were th' Athenians b Phocis made free with her Massylians Faithfull c Deiotarus young Sadalis The valiant d Cotys and e Rhasipolis Of Macedon were prais'd Iuba to thee The Senate giues all Libya by decree And oh sad fare ignoble Ptolemy Worthy of treacherous subjects vnto thee The crime of all the gods and fortunes shame Is granted the Pellaean diadem A tirants sword over thy nation Thou tak'st proud boy would 't were ore them alone Ore f Pompey's throate it is thy sisters crowne Thou tak'st and Caesars impious action The Senate now broke vp the troopes all take Their armes the people and the captaines make For warres vncertaine preparation But g
with thy Thessalian bow Feirce wars first seedes did from this countrey grow Heere the first horse for war sprang from a rocke Which mighty Neptune with his trident stroke To chew on the steele bit he not disdain'd And fom'd by his Thessalian rider rain'd From hence the first of ships the Ocean plow'd And seas hid paths to earth-bred mortalls show'd Itonus first of all Thessalia's King To forme by hammer did hot mettalls bring Made silver liquid stamp'd his coines impresse In gold and melted brasse in furnaces Hence did th' account of money first arise The fatall cause of war and tragedies Heere was that hideous serpent Python bred VVhose skin the Delphian Tripos covered Whence to those games Thessalian bayes are brought Aloeus wicked brood ' gainst heaven here fought When Ossa on high Pelions top was set And the Celestiall orbes swift motion let When both the generalls in this land by fate Destin'd encamp'd the wars ensuing state Fills all presaging mindes all saw at hand That hower on which this wars last cast should stand Cowards now trembled that wars fate so neare Was drawne and fear'd the worst both hope and feare To this yet-doubtfull tryall brought the stout But one alas among the fearefull rout Was Sextus Pempey's most vnworthy son Who afterwards a banisht man vpon Sicilian seas turn'd Pirate and there stain'd The fam'd sea-triumphs his great father gain'd He brooking no delay but weake to beare A doubtfull state endeauoures vrg'd by feare To find fates future course Nor does he craue From Delphian Phoebus from the Pyâ—hian caue Or that fam'd Oake fruitfull in akehornes where Ioues mouth giues answere this event to heare Nor seekes advice from them to whom are knowne Birds flights beasts entrailes lightnings motion Nor the Chaldaean skill'd Astrologer Nor any secret wayes that lawfull were But magicke damn'd by all the gods aboue And her detested secrets seekes to prooue Aide from the ghosts and feinds below to craue Thinking ah wretch the gods small knowledge haue The place it selfe this vaine dire madnesse helpt Nere to the campe th' Aemonian witches dwelt Whom no invented monâ—â—ers can excell Their art 's what ere 's incredible to tell Besides Thessaliaes fields and rockes doe beare Strange killing hearbes and plants and stones that heare The charming Witches murmurs there arise Plants that haue power to force the deityes Medea there a stranger in those fields Gather'd worse herbes then any Colchos yeilds Those wretches impious charmes turne the gods cares Though deafe to many nations zealous prayers Their voice alone beares through the inmost skyes Commands to the vnwilling deityes Which not their care of heavens high motions Can turne away when those dire murmurs once Enter the sky though the Aegyptians wise And Babylonians their deepe misteryes Should vtter all th'Aemonian witch still beares From all their altars the gods forced eares These witches spells loues soft desires haue sent Into the hardest hearts ' gainst fates intent Severe old men haue burn'd in impious loue VVhich tempered drinkes and philtrums could not moue Nor that to which the fole his damms loue owes The swelling flesh that on his forehead growes Mindes by no poyson hurt have perished By spells those whom no loue of marriage bed Nor tempting beautyes power could ere inflame By Magicke knot-ty'd thread together came The course of things has stay'd to keepe out day Night has stood still the sky would not obey The law of Nature the dull world at their Dire voice has beene benumn'd great Iupiter Vrging their course himselfe admir'd to see The poles not moov'd by their swift axeltree Showres they have made clouded the clearest sky And heaven has thunder'd Ioue not knowing why By the same voyce with haire loose hanging they Moist swelling clouds and stormes haue chas'd away The sea without one puffe of wind has swell'd Againe in spite of Auster has beene still'd Ships sailes haue quite against the windes been sway'd Steepe waters torrents in their fall haue stay'd And rivers haue run backe Nile not oreflowne In Summer time Maeander straight has run Arar has hasten'd Rhodanus growne slow High hills sunke downe haue aequall'd vales below Aboue his head the cloudes Olympus saw In midst of VVinter Scythian snowes did thaw VVithout the Sunne the tide-rais'd Ocean Aemonian spells beat from the shore againe The ponderous earth out of her center tost Her middle place in the worlds orbe has lost So great a weight strooke by that voyce was stirr'd And on both sides the face of heaven appear'd All deadly creatures and for mischeife borne Both feare and serue by death the witches turne The Tigers fierce and Lyons nobly bold Fawne vpon them cold snakes themselues vnfold And in the frosty fields lye all vntwin'd Dissected vipers by their power are joyn'd Their poison'd breathings poison'd serpents kill Why are the gods thus troubled to fulfill And fearefull their enchantments to contemne What bargaine has thus ty'd the gods to them Doe they obey vpon necessity Or pleasure or some vnknowne piety Deserues it or some secret threats prevaile Or haue they jurisdiction over all The gods or does one certaine deity feare Their most imperious charmes who what so ere Himselfe is forc'd too can the world compell By them the starres oft from the pole downe fell And by their voices poyson Phaebe turn'd Growne pale with darke and earthly fires has burn'd No lesse then if debarr'd her brothers shine By enterposall of the earth betweene Her Orbe and his these labours vndergone Has she deprest by incantation Vntill more nigh she foam'd her gelly on Their herbes These spells of this dire nation And damned rites dreadfull Erictho scornes As too too good and this foule art adornes With newer rites in townes her dismall head Or houses roofes is never covered Forsaken graues and tombes the ghosts expell'd She haunts by fiends in aestimation held To heare hells silent counsells and to know The Stygian cells and misteryes below Of Dis her breathing heere no hindrance was A yellow leanenesse spreads her lothed face Her dreadfull lookes knowne to no lightsome aire With heavy hell-like paâ—enesse clogged are Laden she is with long vnkemmed haires But when darke stormes or clouds obscure the starres From naked graues then forth Ericttho stalkes To catch the nights quicke sulphur as she walkes The corne burnes vp and blasts where ere she tread And by her breath cleare aires are poisoned She prayes not to the gods nor humbly cryes For helpe nor knowes she pleasing sacrifice But funerall flames to th' altars she preferres Frankincense snatch'd from burning sepulchres The gods at her first voice grant any harme She askes and dare not heare her second charme Liue soules that rule their limbs she does entombe Death though vnwilling seizes those to whom The fates owe yeeres with a crosse pompe men dead Returne from grâ—ue coarses from tombes haue fled Young mens hot ashes and burnt bones she snatches Out of the midst of funerall Piles and
Are done secure let him from court be gone That would be good vertue and soveraignety Doe not agree nothing but feare shall he That is asham'd a tyrant to be deem'd Let Pompey rue that he thy yeares contemn'd Thinking thou couldst not from thy shore driue backe A conquer'd man let not a stranger take Thy scepter if thou wouldst resigne thy reigne Th' hast neerer pledges giue the crowne againe To thy condemned sister le ts keepe free Our Aegypt from the Roman slavery Shall we that did not in the war adhere To Pompey now provoke the Conquerer Vagrant through all the world hopelesse of all He seekes with what lands ruine he may fall Haunted with civill war slaine ghosts he flyes Not only Caesar but the Senates eyes VVhose greater part feedes fowles in Thessaly He feares those nations whom he left to dy Mixt in one bloody field he feares those Kings VVhose haplesse states his fall to ruine brings Now guilty of the losse harbour'd by none To vs whom yet he has not overthrowne He seekes a greater cause ô Ptolomey Haue we to accuse Pompey why would he Our quiet land staine with the crime of war And make vs hated by the Conquerer VVhy does thy misery choose our land alone To bring Pharsalias fortune and thine owne Fear'd punishment into we beare a blame Already and our swords must purge the same In that because the Senate moov'd by thee Gaue vs a crowne we wisht thy victory This sword now drawne by fate we did provide To wound not Pompeys but the conquer'd side And rather could we wish for Caesar's head But whither all are carry'd we are led Mak'st thou a doubt of our necessity To kill thee now we may what strength haue we For thee to trust wretch'd man thou sawst our men Vnarm'd to plow soft mould scarse able when Nile ebb'd Our kingdomes strength t is fit that we Try and confesse canst thou ô Ptolomey Raise Pompey's ruine vnder which great Rome It selfe is fall'n so low or dar'st thou come To stir the ashes of Pharsalia And such a war vpon thy kingdome draw We to no side before the battell clest Shall we now cleaue to Pompey's which is left By the whole world provoking the knowne fates And feared strength of Caesar wretched states Aide they that did their prosperous times attend No faith ere chose a miserable friend The mischiefe pleas'd them all the young king proud Of this strange honour that his men allow'd Him to command so wonderfull a thing Chose out Achâ—llas for the managing Where the false land in Casian sands does ly Stretch'd out and fords witnesse the Syrtes nigh Weapons and parteners of his murdrous guile He puts in a small boate Oh gods durst Nile Durst barbarous Memphis and th'effoeminate men Of soft Canopus harbour such a spleene Has civill war deprest the world so low Or are the Roman fates dejected so Are Pharian swords admitted and a roome For Aegypt left into this war to come In this at least ye civill wars be true Bring well knowne hands keepe forreine beasts from you If Pompey's far-fam'd name deserue to be The crime of Caesar Feares not Ptolomey The ruine of that name or when the sky Thunders dar'st thou effoeminate Ptolomey Insert thy profane hands to terrify Thee King a Romans name enough should be Without that worth that did the world controll Rode thrice in triumph to the capitoll That govern'd Kings that led the Senates war And sonne in law was to the Conquerer VVhy with thy sword our bowells doest thou wound Thou doest not know proud boy vpon what ground Thy fortunes stand thou now canst claime no right To Aegypts scepter for in civill fight He 's fall'n that Aegypts crowne on thee bestow'd Now Pompey's ship tooke downe her sailes and â—ow'd Toward the shore The wicked band drew b neere In a small two-oar'd boate with fained cheere Tell him the Kingdome at his service stands And fâ—ining that the shore for shelues and sands Could not approached be by ships so great Into their little boate they doe entreat He would descend If by the fates decree And everlasting lawes of destiny Pompey condemned to that wretched end Had not bin forc'd to shore c none of his friends VVanted resages of the dire event For had their faith beene pure if they had meant Their Scepter giver truely t' entertaine In Court th Aegyptian King with all his traine And fleete had come Pompey to fate giues way And bid to leaue his navy does obay Preferring d death before base feare Into The enemyes boates Cornelia faine would go Now more impatient to be separate From her deare Lord because she feares his fate Stay wife and sonne and far from shore quoth he Behold my fortune and in this necke try The tyrants faith but deafe to his commands Franticke Cornelia wrings her wofull hands VVhither without me goest thou cruell man Remoov'd from Thessaly must I againe Be left still fatall haue our parting 's bin In flight thou needed'st not to haue touch'd in At Lesbos but there still haue let me be If thou entend I nere shall land with thee Only at sea thy sad companion Thus all in vaine Cornelia making mone Vpon the ships foredecke stood looking ore So full of griefe and feare she could not more Looke after him nor turne her eyes away Doubtfull of his successe the fleete did stay Not fearing swords nor force nor treachery But lest great Pompey shouâ—d submissiuely Adore that scepter that himselfe bestow'd Septimius then a Roman souldier bow'd Saluting Pompey from th' Aegyptian boate VVho oh Heavens shame leaving his pile had got A Barbarous partizan one of the guard To Aegypts King fierce vnrelenting hard Bloody as any beast VVho would not then Haue thought that fortune meant to favour men VVhen she had kept this impious sword so far From Thessaly and stay'd from civill war This hand but she dispos'd the swords alas That civill mischeife might in every place Be done A tale the Conquerors to shame It was the gods eternall blush and blame A Roman sword should by a King be led And the Aegyptian boy reach Pompey's head VVith his owne sword VVhat fame shall future time Giue thee Septimius or how stile thy crime That Brutus act as parricidall blame And now the ending hower of Pompey came Putting himselfe into the monsters e hands He went aboard their boate the murdrous bands Straight draw great Pompey seeing their drawn swords Covers his face disdaining to spend words Or lookes on such a fate and shut his eyes Containing his great spirit lest words might rise Or teares his everlasting fame to taint But when Achillas murdring weapons point Had peirc'd his side scorning the villaines pride No groanes he gaue great like himselfe he dy'd With vnstirr'd breast and thus in secret spake All times that mention of Romes labours make And future ages through the world will see This fact and Aegypts base disloyalty Maintaine thine
death and wishing stormes she lyes They first arriv'd on Cyprus foamy shore From thence a milde Eastwinde commanding bore Their shipps to Catoes Libyan campe as still A doubtfull minde doe sad presages fill Cneius from shore spying his fathers traine And brother running to the sea amaine VVhere is our father brother speake quoth he Liues the worlds head and honour or are we Vndone and Pompey to the shades below Has borne Romes fate he answeres happy thou VVhom fate into another coast disperst Thou brother this dire mischeife only hear'st Mine eyes are guilty of a fathers death Nor did he loose by Caesars armes his breath Nor of his fall a worthy author found By the false tyrant of Niles impious ground Trusting the gods of hospitality And his owne bounty to old Ptolomey In recompence of kingdomes given he dy'd I saw them wound our noble fathers side And thinking Aegypts King durst not haue done So much I thought Caesar had stood vpon The shore of Nile But not our fathers wounds Nor blood so shed so much my heart confounds As that his head which mounted on a speare Aloft we saw they through their cyties beare Which as they say is kept for Caesars eye The tyrant seekes his guilt to testify For whether dogs or fowles devouring maw Consum'd his trunke or that small fire we saw Dissolved it by stealth I doe not know What ere injurious fate to that could doe I did forgiue the gods that crime and wept For that part only which the tyrant kept When Câ—â—ius heard these words his inward woe In passionate sighs and teares he could not show But thus inflam'd with pious rage gan speake Lanch forth the fleete sailers with speed and breake Through the crosse winds a passage with the oare Braue Captaines follow me never before Knew civill war more worthy ends then these T'interre vnbury'd Manes and appease Pompey with slaughter of th'effaeminate boy Why should not I th' Aegyptians towers destroy And from the temples Alexander take To drowne his hearse in Marcotis lake In Nile Amasis and those Kings with him Digg'd vp from their Pyramides shall swimme All tombes shall rue Pompey 's no sepulcher Isis their goddesse now I le disinter Osiris linnen-cover'd shrine disperse And kill god Aâ—is over Pompey's hearse Vpon a pyle of gods I le burne his head Thus shall the land by me be punished I will not leaue a man to till those fields Nor take the profit that Niles flowing yeilds The gods and people banished and gone Thou father shalt possesse Aegypt alone This said to lanch the fleete forth he assayes But Cato stills the young mans wrath with praise Now ore the shore when Pompey's death was knowne The sky was peirc'd with lamentation A greife not seene not pararell'd at all That common people mourne a great mans fall But when Cornelia quite exhaust with teares Was seene to land with torne dishevel'd haires Their troubled lamentations sounded more Cornelia landed on a friendly shore Gathering the garments and triumphall weedes Of haplesse Pompey that exprest his deedes And ancient trophes painted robes and sheild That thrice great Ioue in triumph had beheld Into the funerall fire she threw them all Such was her lords imagin'd funerall Example from her piety all take And funerall fires all ore the shore they make T' appease the ghosts slaine in Pharsalia So when the shepheards of Apulia Make winter fires on their baâ—e-eaten ground To spring their grasse againe a glistering round The Vulturs arms and high Garganus yeilds And hot Matinus bullocke-pasture fields But not more pleasing was 't to Pompey's spirit That all the people raile at heauen and twit The gods with Pompey then what Cato spoke Few words but from a truth-fill'd breast they broke A Roman's dead not like our ancestry To know the rule of right but good quoth he In this truth scorning age one powerfull growne Not wronging liberty the people prone To serue he only private still remain'd He sway'd the Senate but the Senate reign'd Nought claim'd he by the sword but wish'd what he VVish'd most the Senates freedome to deny Great wealth he had but to the publike hoord He brought far more then he retain'd the sword He tooke but knew the time to lay it downe Arm'd he lov'd peace though armes before the gowne He still prefer'd and ever pleas'd was he Entring or leaving his authority A chast vnriotted house and never stain'd VVith her Lords fortune to all lands remain'd His name renown'd which much availed Rome True liberty long since was gone when home Sylla and Marius came but Pompey dead Even freedomes shadow is quite vanished No Senates face no colour will remaine Of power none now will be asham'd to reigne Oh happy man whom death when conquer'd caught And Aegypts guilt swords to be wisht for brought Perchance thou could'st haue liv'd in Câ—sars state To know the way to dy is mans best fate His next to be compel'd and such to me If captiv'd now fortune let Iuba be Not to be kept to shew the enemy I doe not beg so headlesse kept I be More honour from these words the noble ghost Receiv'd then if the Roman barres should boast Hit praise Now mutinous the souldiers are Since Pompey's death growne weary of the war In which broiles Tarcho Catoes side to quit Tooke vp the colours who prepar'd for flight With all his ships was chid by Cato so Never reclaim'd Cilician wouldst thou goe To thy old theft at sea is Pompey slaine And thou return'd to Pyracy againe Then round about he on each man gan looke Mongst whom one boldly thus to Cato spoke Not hiding his intent 't was not the loue Of civill war but Pompey first did mooue Our armes execuse vs Cato we adhaer'd By favour now he whom the world preferr'd Before her peace is dead our cause is gone Now le ts returne to our left mansion Our houshold gods and children deare to see For what can civill wars conclusion be If not Pharsaliaes field nor Pompeys death Our time of life is spent now let vs breath Our last in peace let our old age provide Our funerall pyles which civill war deny'd Two greatest Captaines For no barbarous Or cruell yoke will fortune lav on vs. No Scythian nor Armenian tyranny The subjects of Romes gowned state are we He that was second Pompey being aliue Is first with vs the highest place we giue His sacred name He whom wars fortunes make Shall be our lord no generall wee 'll take Vnto the war we followed thee alone We 'll follow fate Pompey now thou art gone Nor haue we cause to hope for good successe Since Caesars fortune now doth all possesse Th' Aemathian strength is by his victory Dispers'd we loose his mercy only he Has power and will to spare the conquered Our civill war 's a crime now Pompey's dead 'T was duty while he liv'd If Cato thou Wilt serue thy countrey still le ts follow now