raues Into the middle regions height VVhich cannot well retaine their weight The nights do them againe distill On Nylus flood and his banks fill But I ô Caesar do beleeue If I may be so bold to giue My censure in so great a doubt VVhen many ages were run out After the worlds first fabricate Some wattery waues but new create VVithin the earth by fatall stroake Brake out which God did not prouoke And some againe there being had When this great All at first was made Which the Creator high doth hoâ—â—d Vnder a constant law controld ¶ But that desire that leades thee so Great Roman Lord the cause to know Why Nylus doth thus strangely flow The Pharian Tyrants heretofore And Greekes and Persians did explore And euery age desir'd the praise Of leauing vnto future dayes The knowledge of this mystery But Nature still with secresie Conceales it from discouery That great Macedon King of Kings Whose high renowne our Memphis rings Did Aethiopian men select To search the cause of this effect In scorne of Nylus those hee sends To suruey Affrickes vtmost ends But loe the Torrid Zone with heates Held them from doing of those feates To see what springs warme Nyle repleates Then to the Westerne furthest land Sesostris goes and takes in hand This busie taske and with great pride To draw his Charrets Kings he tide But Rhodonus and fertile Poe Your Riuers he might sooner know Then euer he could come to drinke At Nyles concealed fountaines brinke Then fierce Cambyses Easterne throng Comes where the people liue so long But his huge traine was staru'd for meate So as at last themselues they eate And then return'd with nothing gain'd Nyles springs to him vnknowne remain'd No fables euer yet did dare The head of thy springs to declare But whosoeuer thee hath seene Yet are to seeke where thy heads beene No nation hath attain'd the fame To know from whence thy rising came But yet ô Nyle I will relate So much of thy discouered state As that great God shall giue me leaue From whom thou dost thy course receaue Thou risest from the Southerne Pole And with thy swelling streames dost role Against hot Cancers fiery face And forth-right North dost run thy race Amidst Boötes wheeling chase Somtimes thy streams doth westward trend And sometimes to the East doth bend Sometimes thou seest Arabia's lands And sometimes shar'st with Lybias sands The Seres first of all thee see Yet whence thou art vncertaine be Through Aethyopia thou dost stray But from what fount they cannot say No land that to the world is knowne Can claime thy birth to be her owne Nature hath not discouered To any wight thy secret head Nor euer in a slender streame Wert thou seene run through any Realme For Nature that thy fountaine hides Within her bosomes so prouides Men rather should admire thy course Then know from whence thou tak'st thy source Thy waues permitted are to clime The Solstice being in his prime A winter strange makes thy increase Then thou beginst when others cease Onely to thee is granted grace From Pole to Pole to run thy race Towards the South thy head doth rise And in the North thy current dyes Neroë that blacke people breedes Thy riuer there diuided feedes And doth that Isle inuiron round VVhere pleasant Heben doth abound VVhich trees altough still full of greene Yet shelters not with shade the sheene For on it with a downe-right line The Lyon bands his fiery eyne Thou shewst thy face to Phoebus rage And yet thy streames doe not asswage The barren sands thou meetst in length Sometimes collecting all thy strength And branches into one selfe streame And then againe through Aegypts Realme Thou dost disperse them all abrode Thy bankes with ease are ouerflowd Then thy slow chanell calles amaine His ranging riuelets backe againe Where Phile that doth frontring stand On borders of Aegyptian land Doth from Arabia diuide That kingdome through which thou dost glide Then through those desarts thou dost cut That all that great comerce doth shut Betwixt that sea of scarlet staine And the earth middle cutting maine Running but with a gentle traine But who O Nylus now would wot That thou which here dost mildly flote Shouldst suddenly enraged fret With such a violent out-let For when the rugged broken wayes Thy falling water-courses stayes And steepy Cataracts from hye A gentle passage doth deny Thy waues that no resistance finde Scorning that rocks their race should bind Do spit their foame into the winde And with the brushing that they make The very aire and shores doe quake With murmuring rut the mountains sound And this streames froth doth so abound As that with strain'd resistlesse might His boisterous billowes all turne white Here is that I le of Abatos As reuerent ancients did suppose A mighty land and whereas first Those thundring roarings out doe burst And where the rockes as they haue said With springing vaine this streame doth aid For proofe whereof this signe is plaine That here he swels anew againe Here Nature doth with hilles enclose These stickle streames that wandring goes Which doth thee Nyle from Lybia hold And thy huge heaped waues enfold Within a spacious valley deepe Through which thy swelling chanels sweep Then Memphis to thee freedome yeelds By lending thee her open fields And doth forbid within her land That any bound should thee withstand ¶ Thus they the time securely spent Till mid-night vail'd the Element And as in peace tooke their delight But yet Photinus trayterous spright Since he that sacred blood had spilt Prepared was for any guilt And thought that no fact was vn-milde Now Pompeys death had him defilde Whose ghost did broyle within his breast And him with murdrous mood possest The Gods likewise with vengeance due Stird vp in him presumptions new For he his abiect hands reputed Worthy with blood to bee poluted Of Caesars selfe that was the man By Fortunes hest designed than The powerfull Roman reuerent state To ouer-awe and captiuate The scourge that ciuill warre should haue And vengeance that the Senate craue Was almost left vnto a slaue But O the ruling Fates we pray To turne from vs that fault away That Caesar may not haue his meed If Brutus hand doe not the deed For else the Roman Tyrants blame Shall chastisd be vnto our shame By Aegypts sword and thereby shall Iustice example quaile withall But still this viper Fates prouoke To giue this tyrants necke the stroke And yet he doth not now prepare With secret plots his life to snare But openly meanes to assaile The Captaine whom no Mart could quaile Such hope his wickednesse hath bred To triumph ouer Caesars head And will O Pompey do his best That Caesars fate with thine may rest And by a secret seruant sends These lines to shew what he entends And to Achillas them commends That was his partner in the deed VVhen Pompeys murther was decreed This man the
can the Rostrum thee auaile Or Forum now when Fates assaile What boots it that in thee it lay The armed peoples willes to sway What profits it thy voyce did draw The Senate to infringe the law Whereby the Father and the Sonne This hatefull ciuill warre begunne Sith thou to death thy date must yeeld And shalt not see Pharsalia's field Where these great Captaines led with rage To battailes chance their states engage For crosse-bent Fate denies to thee The issue of these warres to see So you disturbers of the state Make your owne selues a prey to fate And pay the price with your owne blood For which you sold the common good O happy Rome couldst thou but finde Thy Citizens so iust and kinde As that the Gods their mindes would moue Rather to cherish and to loue The publique freedome of the state Then to reuenge their priuate hate O noble Curio 't is thy meed The rau'ning Libicke fowles to feed For to thy lot will neuer fall The honor of a funerall But yet our lines might merit blame To silence that which for thy name Deserues to be in brasse inchast That with all ages it might last I yeeld this therefore to thy spirit The due commend that it did merit Rome neuer bred a greater wit That did within the Rostrum sit Nor more did dignifie the lawes Whilst thou didst stand for iustice cause But after Pride and Luxurie With auaritious Briberie Possest the head-strong wils of youth They swamme in streames that led to ruth So with the times things changed then That age corrupt corrupted men And Curio blasted with the rest Was chiefest cause of Romes vn-rest For Caesar did his minde inthrall With golden gifts of conquered Gaule Though Sylla's power and Marius wrath And Cinna's rage bred Roman scath Though Caesars ancient noble line With glory long did sway and shine Yet for all this their swords lack't might To frame a tyranny out-right They all did still attempt with gold To purchase Rome which Curio sold Finis Libri quarti Lucans Pharsalia The fifth Booke THE ARGVMENT IN Greece the Senate doe decree That Pompey shall their leader be Then Appius doth to Delphos goe The Oracles aduice to know Now Caesar hauing maistered Spaine His mutiners supprest againe And then to Rome in haste he goth There Consull and Dictator both Thence to Brundusium he departs And to Epyrus bends his Marts He rashly venters on the Maine Then comes Antonius with his traine Pompey Cornelia doth betake To Lesbos whilst he warre doth make THESE Captaines now on either side The wrackes of Ciuill warre had try'd And Fortune partiall vnto neither Mingled good lucke and bad together Bringing them with an equall hand Into the Macedonian land Mount Aemus now was thatch't with snow That from th' Atlanticke skies did blow And then the feast dayes onward drew VVhich did their Magistrates renew And that prime season gan appeare That leads the vaunt-gard of the yeare But whilst some latter time remaines To those that yet doe rule the raines The Consuls both did then decree The Senate should assembled be VVith those great Lords both farre neare In Prouinces did office beare And then Epyrus they did chuse The place for this warres Randezvous But oh this forraigne sordid seat For Roman Peeres was farre vnmeet It needs must be a scornfull iest That their high Court should be a guest In stranger lands there to debate The Councels of the Empires state For who a Campe will deeme this place That all the Consuls axes grace The Senates reuerend order sayes They runne not after Pompeys wayes But Pompey for the publicke cause Saith he obserues the Senates lawes ¶ Now when these sad assembled Peeres VVith silence gaue attentiue eares Lord Lentulus from his high Throne In these words makes his meaning knowne If courage such your mindes doe feed As worthy of the Latium breed Or ancient blood boyle in your breast VVhat matter is 't where Romans rest Regard not how farre we reside From Rome by Caesar vilefi'd But know you now with loue and grace Your natiue Countrey peoples face First therefore reuerend Fathers heare By all your powers make it appeare That you the rightfull Senate are Whose high decrees in peace and warre Nations must reuerence neere and farre For be it so that Fortunes sway Would carry vs so farre away As where the ycie lesser Beare Doth dimly twinkle in the spheare Or else whereas the Torrid Zone Refreshing vapours casteth none But alwayes with one counterpaise Equals the length of nights and dayes Yet wheresoeuer we should roame There alwayes is the Empires home With vs we hold as proper mate The supreame care and rule of state So when with fire the furious Gaules Assail'd the high Tarpeian walles At Veia did Camillus wonne And there did Rome her fortune runne The Senatorian ordred state Is neuer chang'd by place or date Caesar the City doth retaine Whose houses empty do remaine The mourning Courts he ouer-awes Where Armes haue silenced the lawes The Roman Courts know but the face Of Senators which he did chase From out the Citty swarming than And him that Caesar did not ban Of that great Senatorian traine His fellowship we must disdaine That fury first did scatter such As did at wicked discord grutch Who with their children and their wiues In peace desir'd to lead their liues But yet for all this raging vaine Here are we now well met againe And all the Gods in recompence Of Italie though chast from thence Hath giuen vs to cheere our hearts The whole worlds force that takes our parts And now in the Ilirian maine Vulteius and his troopes are slaine And Curio that was greatest part Of Caesars Senate in his Mart Lies foyl'd with all his Martiall bands In Affrickes filthy parched sands Therefore your Ensignes now display Braue Captaines thrust on Fortunes way In Ioues high grace your hopes repose Your mindes as forward now expose Against the forces of your foes As you were ready then to run When their approches you did shun Our power no further doth extend For with the yeare the Consuls end But reuerend Lords your powerfull state Is not confin'd to any date Therefore conclude amongst you all That Pompey be your General Hereat the Senate did reioyce And then decreed with one voyce That they would lay on Pompey's fate The publique and their priuate state That done to honors they prefer'd The Kings and people that deseru'd And vnto Rhodes Apollo's seat Whose power by sea was stout and great They presents gaue and for their truth The like vnto the homely youth Of Taygety and then the Towne Of ancient Athens they renowne And to Massilians Caesars spoyle They freely gaue the Phocean soyle ¶ Then Sadalen and Cotyn strong And Deiotarus that had long Beene loyall to the Roman state To honors they did eleuate And therewithall Rhasipolin The Lord of that
knowne But that his corps a head hath none ¶ And yet before the Conqueror Arriued on the Pharian shore Fortune for Pompey tooke some care And did in hast his tombe prepare Whereby he should not want a graue Although no fitting buriall haue For Codrus that there hidden lay Came fearefully downe to the bay This man that crept so from his den Was one of Pompeys haplesse men And lately made his Treasurer When they put from the Cyprus shore He durst come out in darke of night And loue vnto his feare gaue might To seeke the body in the maine To bring it to the land againe And to the shore his Pompey traine The Moone a little glimmering lent Which through the duskie clouds she sent Whereby the body he discouerd That with a differing colour houered Vpon the waues that strugling make When in his armes he did him take And being tired with the fraight He hop't the wane would lift the waight The which it did and with that aid The corps he to the shore conuaide And on the land where it lay drie Vpon the body he did lie And wailing there twixt griefe and feares He euery wound did fill with teares And to the Gods and stars in skies He thus poures out his wofull cries ¶ Thy Pompey doth not of thee craue O Fortune any glorious graue Nor yet that gums of pleasant sent Vpon his funerall be sprent Nor that the fat his members yeelds Mixt with the drugs of Easterne fields With orders should perfume that aire Which smoaking to the skies repaire Nor that with loue the Romans led To their deare parent being dead Should him vpon their shoulders place His day of funeral to grace Nor that the pompe of his last date Should all exceed in glorious state Nor that the court with heauie notes Should singing straine their wailing throtes Nor that the armie in a file Should march about the flaming pile And throw their weapons down the while Giue Pompey but a common chest Wherein his bones may safely rest And that his rent torne lims may burne Together and to ashes turne And that I miserable wight This to performe may want no might A worthlesse man his fire to light It is enough ô Gods diuine That there is wanting at his shrine Cornelia with disheueled tresse And that she cannot here expresse Poore soule to him her latest vowes With deare embracements of her spouse And on his face her teares deplore Though farre shee be not from this shore ¶ As soone as he these words had spoke Farre off he spide a fire and smoke VVhere some base body was a burning VVithout attendance or friends mourning From thence some fire he takes away And brands that with the body lay VVho so thou art quoth he that heere Neglected burnst to no man deare Then Pompey yet thou happier art Be not displeased for thy part That my last hands do thus beguile Some portion of thy funerall pile And if that any sence remaine In mortals that deaths dart hath slaine Then giue me leaue I thee desire To take this pittance from thy fire I shame to see thy Cinders burne Whilst fire shall want for Pompeys vrne So said the kindled brands he takes And for the corpes a fire he makes Which then the tide had well neare reacht But some part on the strand lay streacht From it the sands he wipes away And then together he doth lay The broken fragments of a boate With fearefull hand which there did float In a foule ditch somewhat remote No heaped stacke of oaken piles These noble lims did presse the whiles Vnder the corps no wood was laid But to this slender flame conuaid A loft the body burning staid ¶ He sitting downe hard by the flame Thus said O Captaine great of name Chiefe maiestie of Roman fame If that the tossing of the seas And no graue would thee better please Then this poore obsequie of mine Let thy braue spright and soule diuine These my endeauours nought esteeme But iniury of Fate it deeme That I haue thought this lawfull done Thereby thy bodies spoiles to shun From monsters of the raging waues And from those beasts on flesh that raues And from the vultures greedy mawes And from the wrath of Caesars pawes Therefore in worth accept of me This last fire that I offer thee If so it with thy honor stand Now kindled with a Roman hand But if that Fortune do recoyle And bring thy friends to Latium soyle Thy sacred Cyndars may find grace To be lodg'd in a worthier place So as Cornelia Pompeys spouse May yeeld to thee more glorious vowes And with my helpe that now thee burne May put thy cinders in an vrne Meane while to shew where is thy graue Some litte stone a marke shall haue Vpon this shore that if some frend Thy greater honor do intend And would thy death more eternize He may know where thy body lies And to great Pompey here laid dead He may againe restore the head Thus hauing said doth fuell adde To this small fire that burnes so sad And then the fat that in it fries Doth cause the flame aloft to rise And to the fire giue fresh supplies By this Auroras blushing face The glittring stars away did chace And he poore soule with maze afright Disorderly breakes of this right And in a corner shuns the light ¶ Vaine man what feare doth thee distract For thy performance of this act Whereby vnto all future dayes Thy fame with honor thou dost raise Since wicked Caesar will commend These bones so buried by a frend Go safely and desire to haue The head likewise to lay in graue For pietie bids thee not shun To end this duttie well begun Then doth he take these bones halfe burnd And members not to ashes turnd Which he together doth dispose And in a little pit inclose Then lest the wind the sand should raise Vpon the graue a stone he layes And that no Marriners should bind Their Cable where this stone they find About the same and it displace Vpon the top he did inchace The sacred name with a burnt brand Pompey lies buried in this sand Where Caesar rather would he lay Then want his graue or funerall day But ô rash hand that dost suppose In such a sepulcher to close Great Pompey and his wandring ghost That rangeth ouer euery coast As farre as any land extends And to the vtmost Oceans ends The Empire large and name of Rome The true tipe is of Pompeys tombe Remoue this stone for very shame Which to the Gods imputeth blame If Hercules must needs haue all Mount Oete for his funerall And Bacchus must with like accompt Take all Parnassus sacred mount Why then should one Egyptian stone Suffise for Pompeys tombe alone All Egypt should stand for his graue If no stone his inscription haue We Romans shal be still in dread Lest we on Pompeys ashes tread When we do range
Achoreus of the race Of Egypts breed who in that place Did sit vpon a bench of state In this sort did his mind relate O reuerend sire that for thy part To sacred rites deuoted art That with the Gods hast such esteeme As by thy aged yeares may seeme To me the first beginning shew From whence th' Egyptian race did grow The climate of this fruitfull land And how the peoples customes stand And of your Gods the forms and rites The which your old records recites And what ingrauen is in stone Vpon your Pyramides make knowne Reueale your Gods that would be showne If your fore-fathers did their art And sacred mysteries impart To Plato of a Grecian name Then may you well reueale the same To Caesars selfe for where can rest In all the world a worthier guest To whom your skill may be exprest I must confesse that Pompeys name Was some cause that did make me frame My iourney to the Pharian coast And yet when all my warres were most I euermore did giue my mind The motions of the stars to find My thoughts were to the heauens enclind So as Eudoxus Calender Shall not surpasse my framed yeare And therefore as within my brest A great and true desire doth rest Of knowlegde and of vertues lore So nothing do I couet more Then to finde out the secret course From whence this riuer takes his source And where his fountaines head appears That lies vnknowne so many yeares O I will hope at last to see Where Nylus springs for certaine be And so from ciuill warre rest free So Caesar makes an end to speake And this graue sire did silence breake ¶ Caesar I thinke that well I may These mysteries to thee bewray That our great Fathers hidden kept And in their thoughts obscured slept Reserued from the vulgar waies From age to age to these our daies Let others thinke it pietie To silence any mysterie But I do deeme the Gods aboue The worke as gratefull will approue That their great wonders should be showne And sacred rules to all made knowne When first an order was ordaind Whereby the world should be maintaind A diuers motion to the starres Was giuen to hold concordant iarres That they the orbs might onely sway And temper in their whirling way Contrarie to that rapide Pole That first of all doth mouing rolle The Sun doth still diuide and steare The times and seasons of the yeare And so the daies to nights doth change And doth restraine the stars to range About their orbs with powrefull rayes His station staies those wandring wayes The Moone her alteration breeds Vpon the seas and earthly seeds Old Saturne his empiring holds On freezing zoanes and ycie colds And Mars with wrathfull looke abashes The boisterous winds and lightning flashes Great Ioue no tempests doth procure But keepes all in milde temperature And fruitfull Venus of her grace Doth cherrish seeds in euery place Whilst Mercurie with charming vaine Doth moderate the wild vast maine ¶ Now when Cyllenius doth appeare In that part of the wheeling spheare Where Leos sparkling torchets are In enterchange with Cancers starre Where Syrius with his scorching ray Contagiously enflames the day And where the circle that doth change The yearely season iust doth range Betwixt the Tropicks equally Vnder whose couert Nyle doth lie Which when this powre I say that keepes An order in the raging deepes Doth touch with his starres influence Nylus as hauing thereof sence His channell lifts with swelling crest Scorning within his banks to rest Iust as Neptunus Empire flowes When Phoebes horned visage growes Nor doth he call his streames againe In their old harbour to remaine Vntill the Sun by his decline Do vnto the night those houres resigne That halfe the yeare he kept away To make her equall with the day The olde conceit is but a dreame Of this increase of Nylus streame That Aethiopias molten snowes Is cause of her great ouerflowes For in those mounts the Northern stowre Nor Boreas blasts haue any powre And to assure thee that is true Marke but the peoples Sun-burnt hue And those warme vapours that they find Perpetually from Austers winde Then for more proofe adde this likewise That euery riuer that doth rise By falling of the molten yse Doth then begin to be embost When summers spring first melts the frost But Nylus neuer waxeth hire Before the Dog-starre breaths his fire Nor euer doth her waues restraine To keepe within her banks againe But when as Libra with iust paise Doth equallize the nights and dayes Againe those rules do beare no sway With Nyle that other streames obay For winter giues to him no pride His fountaines then their forces hide But when the temper of the skies Most feruently with burning fries Amidst those heates then out he flies And cooles those lands that fire would wast Which vnderneath the line are plast So Nylus helps the world to swage The scorching flames of Leos rage And being cald doth giue redresse To his Syene in distresse When Cancers heates do it oppresse And from these fields draws not his streams Vntill the force of Phoebus beames In Autumns season do decline And Neroe do shade the shine Now who can hereof tell the cause But so great Nature giues her lawes That Nylus thus should range his flood And needfull t is for humane good But former times haue vainely guest This cause of winds blowne from the west Who with great force the aire doth chace With long continuance in one place And that this occidentall blast Doth driue the watrie clouds so fast A thwart the South and their in showres Downe right vpon the Nylus powres Or that the seas so often tost And beating on the Zoylan coast The very furie of the maine Repels the riuer backe againe So as restrained of his way By the vast Oceans powrefull sway Aloft beyond his bounds doth stray There are againe that do suppose That his great inundation growes Of moisture breathing from the earth Whose steaming vapors haue their birth Within the concaues of the ground And belcht out where great rifts are found And that these moistures meerely are By secret courses drawne from farre Out of the Northerne Region By the attracting middle zoane When Titans arrows shot down right On Meroe do parching light And to the burned land it brings The waters from farre rising springs Ganges and Padus send their streames In secret thorow many realmes Then Nylus powres out by one vaine All riuers that he doth retaine But many outlets makes of these When he conuaies them to the seas Another fancy many holds That the vast Ocean which enfolds The circuit of the earth about Flowing from farre at last breakes out With violence where Nyle doth range And with long tracke at length doth change The salt sea streames to waters sweete Whilst through earths bowels they do fleet Some thinke againe that these maine waues Rapt by the Sun when Cancer
with Caesars foes takes part Who wanting one to rule their mart She as the daughter of their king Assumes thereof the managing And to that Tyrants murdrous slaue Achillas she due iustice gaue And from his corps his head did shaue So now another sacrifice To thee ô Pompey bleeding lies For expiation to thy ghost But fortune will bestow more cost And heauens forbid this should be all The offrings for thy funerall The tyrants selfe of worth is not Nor all his Realme to cleare that blot And till the Senatorean state On Caesars bowels venge their hate Pompeys reuenge will be in date But yet this broile and martiall rage These leaders deaths could not asswage For now againe fresh stirs arise From Ganimed with more supplies Which fiercely doth on Caesar presse And giue a charge with shrewd successe This one daies danger was so great That Caesars fortune it did threat And so mought Ganemedes name Throughout the world haue flown with fame For whilst that Caesar doth prouide In emptie ships from tother side Some armed troop and old cohort Vnto this I le for his support Vpon a sodaine many foes With armed force do him enclose On this side hostil ships do keepe The shoares and barre him from the deepe Behind his backe the traitors bands In filed ranks with weapons stands No hope of safetie doth remaine No place for flight all valour vaine And that which did him most offend Scarce meanes to find a glorious end No force he had whereby he might In martiall sort frame any fight Now Caesars fortune must be lost And yet nor fight nor slaughter cost Coopt vp whereas the place affords No triall there for bloody swords Thus doubtfull musing whether t weare Fitter to die or basely feare He sternely casts his eyes behind And sees his foes in troops combind Wherewith he cals vnto his mind Scaeua his souldier that with fame Had purchast such a glorious name For that braue end and dantlesse spright Which he shewed at Dyrachium fight Where he alone the Rampart kept And neuer once retiring stept When Pompey had the walles beat downe Yet from them all did win renowne ¶ This memory of Scaeuas Mart Puts courage into Caesars heart And nobly hee resolues to dye VVith fame that through the world shold fly But his designe the Fates gaine-say Fortune shewes him a safer way For as he casts his eye aside Vpon his left hand he espide Ships of his friends that there did ride To swim to them he doth entend And therewith said what shall we end Our Fortunes here by villaines slaine Or rather sinke amidst the maine Then shall this Eunuch Ganimede No conquest gaine on Caesars head So hauing sayd he brauely leapt Into the sea but safe he kept His bookes within his left hand drie And with his right the waues doth trie So through the deeps he safely swamme Vntill amongst his frends he came Who him receiue with ioyfull cries That to the Heauens with Ecchos files Finis libri decimi A sharpe reprehension of Ciuill warre The miserable estate of Italy The Romans themselues worke their owne ruine It should seem that this was written in the beginning of Neroes reigne which was most excelleÌ„tly goueâ—ned for the first 5 yeares with singular Iustice temperance This is meere Ironicall flattery In this he teacheth NERO how he should gouerne by an Imagination of what is The causes of the ciuill war Fortune most triumphes ouer great estates No faith amongst Competitors of kingdomes Romulus and Rhemus Crassus the meanes that kept Caesar and Pompey within their bounds By Crassus death this ciuill rage brake out What mischiefe two ambitious mindes can breed in a quiet state IVLIA the means to hold Caesar Pompey in good correspondency Pompeyes iealousie Popeys humor Caesars humor Pompeyes disposition described Popular affectation Caesars disposition described The Roman Vices Wealth the cause of all excesse The great alteration of the Roman humors Diuision between the Senate and the people Honors bought and sold and not conferred by merit Caesar marching toward Rubicon is forbidden by an apparition Caesars answere to the Apparition Caesars Protestation to Rome Caesar wil passe the Rubicon with his legions The description of Rubicon Caesar passeth Rubicon Caesars speech when he had past the Rubicon Caesar surpriseth Ariminum The amazement of the Ariminenses The coÌ„plaint of the Ariminenses The many wracks that Ariminum had endured Caesar the child of Fortune The Iealousie of the Senate The Tribunes disgraced by the Senate Curios oration Curio accuseth the Senate Curio stirres Caesar to attempt Rome A strong perswasion Curio perswades Caesar that the Senate conspire to wrong him Caesar incensed Caesars oration to his Souldiers Caesars scornefull speech of Pompey and some other Romanes Pompey taxed in diuers kinds Milo Clodius Caesar chargeth Pompey with the cause of this ciuill war Pompey a follower of Sylla Caesar alleageth the wrongs offered him by the Senats decree Caesar insinuates with his Souldiers Caesar aleageth Pompeys prouision for pyrats whilst old Roman Veterans are neglected Caesars protestation against tyrannicall ambition Loelius Loelius oration to Caesar Loelius deuotes his faith to Caesar Loelius most desperate protestation for Caesars seruice The affection Caesars souldiers do beare to him Caesar assembles his forces Opinions of ebbing and flowing of the sea The great resolution of the Druides All that Caesar had conquered in ten yeares warres was hazarded to be lost The feares that the rumors of Caesars approach breedes at Rome The fame of Caesars comming to Rome The Senate flie from Rome The Roman frights and flying The Roman Citizens fall from their old wonted valor Pompey taxed for flying froÌ„ Rome at the bruite of Caesars approch Many prodigious signes seene before these ciuill warres Aruns an Augur seekes out the causes of the ciuill war by diuination A Roman procession A Bull sacrificed Aruns the Augur amazed Aruns afeard to expresse the coniecture Aruns censure Tages the first inuenter of Auguring Figulus an excellent Astrologer Doubtfull coniectures Figulus considers the inclinations of the heauens The censure of Figulus Prayers bootlesse against Destinie The censure of Figulus discomforteth the Romans The prophesying of a Roman Matron rap't with a sudden fury Whether there bee destiny or chance in worldly courses An Imprecation against fore-knowledge The Roman Matrons frequent the Temples with an extraordinary deuotion Not to vse presumption in praying The speech of a Roman Matron The coÌ„plaints of the Romans leauing the Citty and following the warres All warres more pleasing to the Romans then ciuill strife The Romans lay a curse on Caesar Pompey both The coÌ„plaint of an old Citizen declaring the bloudy times of Marius and Sylla Marius a bloudy man Bloudy Fury More cruelties Noble Romans slaughtered Murder in Vesta's Temple Marius chaÌ„ge of fortunes Sylla's raging time of crueltie The liberty that was giuen to out-rage The sundry meanes that men make to dye so