first crime but when Petreius spy'd That Caesars fortâ—ne did all actions guide Ilerda he forsakes trusting no more The strength of that knowne world but seeking for Vntamed nations fierce with wars dire loue e To that worlds end the battell to remoâ—ue When Caesar saw the hills and campe forsooke He bids his men take armes and never looke For bridge or ford but with their hardy armes Swim ore the streame the souldiers his alarmes Obey with speed and rushing on to fight Venture those wayes that they would feare in flight Then taking armes cherish their bodies wet And their beâ—ummed joynts with running heat Till noone made shadowes short the horsemen then O retake the hindniost of Petreius men Who doubtfull are whether to fight or flye Two rockâ— hills lift their proud tops on high Making a vale beneath aboue the ground Is ioyn'd below safe passages are found Through windings darke which straights if once the foe Had in possession Caesar well did know He might from thence carry the war as far As Spaines remote and barbarous nations are Runne without ranke quoth he pursue your foes Turne backe the war that by their flight you loose Make them turne face to face though they would fly Giue not the cowards leaue basely to dy But on their breasts let them receiue our blowes This said with swiftnesse they prevent their foes Flight to the hills encamping close beside A narrow trench did both the campes divide And of so little distance was the place They might distinctly know each others face There finding fathers brothers sonnes they see The wickednesse of civill enmity And first for feare standing a little mute With nods and swords lift vp frends frends salute But when deare loue conquer'd the law of warres Over the trenches leape the souldiers T' embrace each other some their old hosts meete Some their schoolefellowes some their kinsemen greete He was no Roman that no enemy knew Sighs breake their kisses teares their armes bedew And though no act of blood were yet begun They feare the mischiefe that they might haue done VVhy mourn'st thou foole why doe it thou beat thy breast And weepe in vaine why hast thou now confest Thou ' gainst thy will to wicked war doest goe Stand'st thou in such great feare of him whom thou Thy selfe mak'st dreadfull let this trumpets sound Neglect the cruell noise let none be found To beare his Eagles and the war there ends Caesar and Pompey private men are frends Now concord come that all things doest enfold In thy white armes and the worlds safety hold The earths blest loue future impietyes Our age may feare the ignorance heere dyes Of their misdeeds and from excuse does bar Their guilt they know their foes their kinsemen are Sinister fates that will by this short peace Their future woes and wickednesse encrease T' was peace and in both campes mixt souldiers stray'd And on the grasse their friendly banquets made By the same fire together Bacchus rites They celebrate and spend the watchfull nights In storyes of the war as lovingly Together they in ioyning lodginges lye Where first they did encampe from what hand fled Each Pile and boast of every valiant deede Denying much they graunt the wish of Fate And loue the wretched Souldiers renovate This loue their future wickednesse encreast For when Petreius saw their friendly feast Thinking himselfe and campe to sale betray'd He armes his houshold servants to invade Dire war and guarded with a troope of those Out of his campe th'vnâ—rm'd Caesarians throwes The sword as in embraces joyn'd they stood Divides them and disturbes the peace with blood Then wrath these war provoking speeches gaue Souldiers vnmindefull of the cause you haue Though Caesars conquest you cannot bestow Vpon the Senates cause this you can do Fight till you are orecome whilest you haue hands And blood and whilest the war yet doubtfull stands Will you go serue and traitrous Eagles take And beg of Caesar he no odds would make Betweene his slaues and at his hands dâ—sire Your Captaines liues our safetyes treasons hire Shall never be nor make we civill war To liue by name of peace betray'd we are People for veines of brasse which deepe-hid lye Would never seeke nor townes would fortify No stately horses to the war should pace No tower-like shipps ore spread the Oceans face If liberty for peace were ere well sold Shall Caesar's Souldiers damn'd obedience hold Bound by a wicked oath and you make light Your faith because in a good cause you fight But pardon 's hop'd oh shames dire funerall Not knowing this great Pompey thou ore all The world art mustring and each farthest King Bringing to fight whilest we are articling Basely about thy safety This feirce speech Turn'd backe their mindes stirr'd warrs wicked itch As when wild beasts wean'd from the woods and shutt Vp close to â—ame haue off their wildenesse put And learn'd t' endure a man if blood once staine Their iawes their wildenesse straight returnes againe Their iawes grow hot and their new boyling rage The trembling keeper hardly can aswage They run on wickednesse and what might seeme In a blinde war the gods or fortunes crime Deceived trust makes ours at bord and bed The late embraced breasts are murthered And though vnwillingly at first they draw Yet when their wicked swords drawne out they saw And striking were their friends they truely hate And with the stroke themselues they animate Petreius campe is with strange tumult fill'd And horrid murther sonnes their fathers kill'd And as if hidden mischiefe lost should be They boast their guilt and let their Captaines see Caesar though robbed of thy men yet see The gods high favour not so much for thee On Aegypt or Massilias seas is done Nor so much honour in Pharsalia won f For this sole crime of civill war does make That thou at length the better cause shalt take The Generalls now their blood-stain'd Souldier No more dare trust within the campe so neere But by swift flight toward Ilerda make From whom all passage Caesars horsmen take And there in those dry hills shut vp their foes Whom Caesar striues with a deepe trench t' enclose Cutting all water off he lets them take No springes nor tents neere to the river make They seeing the way of death convert their feare To rage their horses that vnusefull were To men beseidg'd they kill and since in flight T were vaine to hope addresse themselues to fight Caesar perceiues them comming and well knowes That death is sought by his devoted foes Containe your Piles and swords Souldiers quoth he I le loose no blood to get this victory That foe that meetes the sword nere gratis dyes Hating their liues and cheape in their owne eyes They come to mixe our losses with their death They 'll feele no wounds but ioy in losse of breath But let this heate forsake vm this mad fit They 'll loose their wish of death Caesar the fight Forbids
their strength they strike in this did stand Their piety alone that at one blow They would dispatch them on the hatches now Halfe dead they draw their bowells and much blood Stream'd downe into the sea it did them good To see the scorned day death to preferre And with proud lookes despise the conquerer Now on the ship the heapes of bodyes shew'd The slaughter made on which the foes bestow'd Fit funeralls admiring much to see To any Captaine such fidelity Fame flying through the world did never raise Any one ship with such resounding praise Yet will not coward nations since such braue Examples learne to know that death to saue Their liberty is not a price so deare But kingdomes arm'd with power of sword they seareâ— Liberty can vse armes and swords should be As men should know to keepe their liberty Oh would the fates would let the fearefull liue That valour only death to men might giue Nor was that war that did in Libya grow Lesse terrible then this bold g Curio By a milde Northren winde was wasted ore From Lilybaeum to that well knowne shore VVhere Clupea seated is and where he sees Great Carthages halfe ruin'd aedifice And pitching his first tents far from the maine VVhere Bagrada furrowes the sandy plaine Those hills and eaten rockes goes to behold VVhich were Aâ—taeus kingdome call'd of old Asking the cause of this old name a clowne Thus tells the tale by long Tradition knowne For Giants births Earth yet not barren made In Libian caues a feared issue had Which to his mother brought as true a fame As Typhon Tityus and Briareus name 'T was good for heaven Antaeus was not borne At Phlegra but this guift did more adorne His mighty strength into his limmes though tir'd His mothers touch a vigour fresh inspir'd This caue his dwelling was this mountaine here He lurckt about his foode slaine lions were His bed no leaues of trees no skin of beasts His strength by sleeping on the ground encreast By him th' inhabitants of Libya dy'd And strangers all that to our coast apply'd His strength not vsing a long time to fall Needed not earths rich gift too strong for all He was though standing vp at length through fame Of this dire plague the great Alcides came Whose hand both sea and land from monsters free'd And for th' encounter each put off his weede One's Nemean tother 's Libyan Lions skin Hercules oiles his limmes ere he begin According to th' Olimpicke rites but he Rubb'd ore his limmes with sand it could not be Enough to touch his mother with his feete They grapple then and armes armes folded meete Striving each others necke with heavy hand To bend yet both fixt and vnbended stand Both wonder much to meete their match at length But Hercules vs'd not his vtmost strength At the first bout but weary'd out his foe Which his oft blowing and cold sweates did show His shaking necke nor breast could firmely stand His bending hammes yeild to Alcides hand Alcides then about his short ribbes cast His conquering armes and grip'd his yeilding wast Then tripping vp his leggs he fairely â—ayes His foe stretch'd out vpon the sand earth stayes His sweat and fills with fresh blood every vaine His armes grow brawny his joynes stâ—ffe againe And his fresh limmes vnclaspe the others hands Amaz'd at this new strength Alcides stands Nor fear'd he Hydra so in Lerna lakes Fruitfull by losse of her reviving snakes Though then but yong Now both were aequall growne One in earths strength the other in his owne Nere had sterne Iuno more encouragement To hope she sees his limmes with sweating spent And his necke dry'd as when he did sustaine The heavens but when he clasp'd his foe againe Antaeus staying not till he be throwne Falls of himselfe and rises stronger growne His mother earth to his tir'd members giues What spirit she has and labours when he striues But when Alcides found â—arths touch to be Strengthning to him now thou shalt stand quoth he No more thou falâ—'st nor will we trust againe The ground this breast shall thy crusht limbes susteâ—ne Hither Antaeus shalt thou fall this spoke Him striving to fall downe aloft he tooke And grasp'd his middle fast earth could not lend Strength to her dying sonne nor succour send But till his foâ—s breast starke and cold he found Alcides durst not trust him on the ground From hence selfe-lov'd antiquity and fame Old times recorder gaue this place a name But to these hills a nobler name gaue he That drew the Punicke foe from Italy Scipio arriving on our Libya heere Pitch'd his first campe the ruines yet appeare Of that old trench this place of all the rest Was first by Roman victory possest Curio as if the place were fortunate And still retain'd those former Captaines fate In war rejoyc'd and in this lucky place Pitch'd his vnlucky tents which did deface The places Omen and provok'd sterne foes With strength vnaequall Affricke all that owes Obedience to the Roman Eagles then VVas vnder Varus who though strong in men Of Italy aide from the Libyan King Requires to whom the worlds far regions bring Their force with Iuba no one King alone VVas master of such large dominion In length th'extent of his great Kingdomes ground Gades-neighbouring Atlas and Ioues Ammon bound Neere Thera but in breadth the torrid zone Betwixt the sea and it it coasts vpon So many people to his army presse Th' Autolodes and wandring Nomades Getulians hors'd without caparison The Mauritanians of complexion Like Indians poore Nasamonians Scorcht Garamantes swift Marmaricans Massylians that without saddles ride And with a wand their bitlesse horses guide Mazacian darts that Median shafts excell Those that in empty cottages doe dwell Affrican hunters that all darts refuse And their loose coates ' gainst angry Lyons vse Nor did the cause of civill war alone But private anger bring King Iuba on Curio that yeere wherein he did defile Divine and human lawes striv'd to exile By tribunitiall law from Libyas throne This King and barre him his forefathers crowne VVhâ—lest he would make thee Rome a monarchy He mindfull of the wrong thinkes this to be The greatest guift his scepter could bestow This Iuba's fame affrighted Curio Besides no Souldiers firme to Caesar's side Were in his army none that had beene try'd In Germany but at Confinium tane False to new Lords did to their first remaine Doubtfull and thought both sides indifferent were But when he saw all slacke through slavish feare That the night-guards their trenches did forsake With a distracted spirit thus he spake Daring conceales great feareâ— I le first assay The fight and put my Souldiers in array While tâ—ey are mine doubt growes from rest alone Fight shall prevent their consultation When swords whet their dire wills and helmets hide Their blushes who can then compare the side Or weigh the cause they favour as they stand As no old hate does on the stage command
Pompey's dâ—nger is enough so thee Thy loue deceiues me if thou couldst eâ—dure To see this fight for me to sleepe secure VVith thee this war begun â—nd from thine armes To rise were shame when the wars loud alarmes Shake all the world and that thy Pompey came Sad with no losse to such a war were shame Nor shall thy husbands fortune all together Oppresse thee farre remoov'd safer then either People or king And should the gods contriue My death let Pompeys better part surviue And a place be whither I may desire If fate and Caesar vanquish to retire Her weakenesse could of such great griefe containe Her sences fled she did amaz'd remaine At length when sad complaints these words could frame My Lord quoth she I haue no cause to blame Our wedlockes fortune or the gods aboue No death no funerall divides our loue We part the common and plebeian way For feare of war Cornelia must not stay Let 's be divorc'd to gratifye the foe Since he 's at hand Pompey esteem'st thou so My faith or think'st thou any thing can be Safer to me then thee Depend not we Vpon one chance canst cruell thou command Thy absent wife this ruines shocke to stand Or think'st thou it a happy state for me While thy chance yet does doubtfull stand to dye For feare of future ill I will attend Thy death but till sad fame the newes can send So farre shall be forced to surviue Bâ—sides thou wilt accustome me to grieue And beare so great a sorrow as I feare Pardon that I confesse I cannot beare And if the good gods heare my prayers now I last of all the happy newes shall know I on the rockes when thou art conquerer Shall carefull sit and even that ship shall feare That brings the happy newes nor will my feare Haue end so soone as I thy conquest heare So farre remoov'd from thee that Caesar may Though flying seize Cornelia as a pray My banishment will Lesbos shore renowne And make the towne of Mitylene knowne Where Pompey's wife abides My last request Is this if thou be conquer'd and nought rest To sâ—uâ— thy life but flight to any bay Rather then that turne thy vnhappy way Vpon my shore thou wilt be surely sought This said from bed she leapt with griefe distraught Her woes with no delayes to enterlace Nor could she then her Lord 's sad breast embrace Nor hang about his necke the last fruite's gone Of so long loue their griefes they hasten on And at the parting neither had the power To say farewell Never so sad an hower In all their life had they Suâ—ceeding woes Their mindes by custome hardened could compose She fainting falls and in her servaâ—ts hands Lifted is borne to sea but on the sands She falls as if that shore she faine would keepe At last perforce she 's carry'd to the ship From her deare countrey's shore not so distrest Fled she when Caesar Italy possest With Pompey then she went now all alone Wanting that guide she from her Lord is gone Sleepelesse she spent in her now widow'd bed Cold and alone the night that followed That side that naked vs'd not to be left Is of a husbands company bereft Oft would she when her sleepy armes she spread With hands deceiv'd embraâ—e the empty bed Seeking her Lord her flight she would forget For though lâ—ues flame-fed on her marrow yet Ore all the bed she would not tumblâ—ng spread Fearing to misse her Lord that part of bed She kept but fate did not so well ordaine The howr's at hand that brings her Lord againe FINIS Libri quints Annotations on the fift Booke a Pompey's losses as we saw before in the 2.3 and 4. Bookes were these all his garrisons beaten cut of Italy and himselfe driven from thence Massilia sackt all Spaine lost together with his army vnder the conduct of Afrarius and Petrejus Caesars losses a cohort of Opitergians whâ—ch kill'd themselues on the Illyrian sea with their captaine Vulteius and Curio kill'd by king Iuba b Phocis was then made free as well as Massilia her colony which Caesar besiedg'd c Dejotarus king of Galatia brought to the army of Pompey sixe hundred horsemen d Cotys king of Thracia sent to the Army fiue hundred horsemen vnder the conduct of his sâ—â—ne Sadalis e Râ—asipolis brought from Macedonia two hundred horsemen f Ptolemey defraâ—ded his sister Cleopatra of her share in the kingdome and in killing Pompey saved Caesar the doing of that impious act g Appius the Governour of Aâ—haia desirous to know the event of the civill war compelled the chiefe Priest of Delphos to descend to the Oracle which had not of a long time beene vsed h In the midst of the hill there was a deepe hole into the earth out of which came a cold spirit as it were a winde and filled the Prophetesses with a fury so that they instanâ—ly prophesied of things to come i Appius thinking this oracle had warned him onely to abstaine from this war retired himselfe into that countrey which lyeth betweene Râ—amâ—uâ— and Carystâ—s called Cala Eubâ—a where before the battle of Phâ—rsalia he dyed of a disease and was there buryed and so â—ossest quietly the place which the Oracle had promised him k Caesar was now returned to Placentia from Spaine Where hee had conquered Afranius and Petrejus two of Pompey's Lieutenants and was going from thence into Epire and Macedonia against Pompey in the meane time this mutiny happened l Caesar cashiered with ignominy all the ninth legion at Placentia and with much adoe after many prayers received them againe but not without taking punishment of the chiefe mutenâ—ers m Caesar made himselfe Dictator at Rome without any lawfull election that is neither named by the Senate nor Consul but eleven dayes after he left his Dictatorshippe having made himselfe and Publius Servilius Consuls n Then beganne all those names of flattery which they afterward vsed to their Emperours as Diuus Ever Augustus Father of his countrey Founder of peace Lord and the like o After all governement was in the hands of Caesar alone all the ancient rites in creating of Magistrates were quite taken â—way an imaginary face of election was in the field of Mars the tribes were cited but were not admitted distinctly and in the true forme to giue their suffrages the other orders were but vaine for the Emperour commended him to the Centuries whom he would haue Consul or else designed him and chose him himselfe their Augury also was abused and the Augurs interpreted every thing as they were compelled p Vnder the Emperours Consuls were oft chosen for halfe an yeare for 1.2 or 3 moneths q Pompey was then is Candavia but when he heard that Caesar was come and was possest of Oricum and Apollonia hee hasted to Dyrrachium Caesar pitched his tents at one side of the river Apsus and Pompey at the other r Caesar having landed his men the same night sent backe the ships to Brundusium for
and downe The fates now drawing the worlds ruine on Desire a signall to the fight poore men VVhose greater part should never see the end Of that sad day about their Generalls tent Hasting the houre of their neere death they vent Their passions and complaints and franticke growne Their owne and publike fate they hasten on They call great Pompey sluggish timorous Patient of Caesar and ambitious Of soveraignety desirous still to reigne Ore all those Kings and fearing peace againe The Kings and Easterne nations all complain'd VVarre was prolong'd and they from home detain'd The gods when they our ruine had decreed VVould make it thus our owne erroneous deed Ruine we sought and mortall warres requir'd In Pompey's campe Pharsalia is desir'd Noâ— did this wish want Cicero's defence The greatest author of Romes eloquence In whose growne-rule fierce Catiline did feare The peacefull axes Now turn'd souldier From barres and pleadings had beene silent long And this bad cause thus strengthens with his tongue Pompey for all her gifts fortune implores That thou wouldst vse her now thy Senators Thy kings and all the suppliant world entreat Thy leaue to conquer Caesar shall he yet So long a war against mankind maintaine VVell may the forreigne nations now disdaine VVho suddainely were vanquished by thee That Pompey is so slow in victory VVhere 's now thy spirit thy confidence of fate Canst thou now doubt the gods ah most ingrate Or fear'st thou to commit into their hand The Senates cause thy troopes without command Their Eagles will advance 't were shame for thee To be compell'd to conquer if thou be Our generall and ours the war to try The hazard lyes in our authority VVhy hold'st thou the worlds swords from Caesar's throat They all are drawne almost and tarry not Thy â—low alarmes make hast lest thy command They all forsake the Senate does demand If they thy souldiers or companions be Great Pompey sigh'd to see how contrary The gods were bent and fortune crost his mindâ— If you be all quoth he this way inclin'd And me a souldier not a generall The time require I le be no let at all To fate let fortune all these nations cast Into one ruine be this day the last To the great'st part of men But witnesse Rome Pompey 's enforc'd to this sad field to come The warres whole worke neede not haue cost one wound But Caesar without blood subdu'd and bound Might haue bin brought to answere injur'd peace What fury 's this oh blinde in wickednesse To conquer without blood in civill war You are afraid Masters o'th'land we are The seas are wholly ours the famisht foe To fetch in Corne vnripe is forc'd to goe And 't is become his wish by swords to dye And with his ruine mixe our tragedy In this some part is finisht of the war That our fresh-water souldiers doe not feare The fight if that be in true valour done Into extreamest dangers many run For feare of future ill valiant'st is he That feares not t'vndergoe a danger nigh Nor to differ it Would you then commit Your strength to fortunes hand and to one fight The worlds estate desiring all that I Should rather fight then get the victory The rule of Romes estate thou didst bestow Fortune on me receiue it greater now Protect it in this wars blinde chance to me Nor crime nor honour shall this battell be Caesar thy wicked prayers ' gainst mine prevaile We fight how dismall to all people shall This day appeare how many lands vndone Shall be how crimson shall Enipeus run With Roman bloud would the first pile of all This mortall war would light if I could fall Without the ruine of our side on me For not more joyfull can the conquest be Pompey a name shall be to every one Of hate or pity when this fight is done The conquer'd shall endure the worst of woe The worst of crimes the Conquerour shall doe With that the reines be to their fury giues Suffring the fight So th'artlesse sailer leaues His helpelesse barke when Corus blasts are growne Too strong to guidance of the windes alone A fearefull murmuring noise rose through all parts Of th'campe and diversly their manly hearts Beat ' gainst their breasts vpon the face of some Appear'd the palenesse of a death to come And ghastly lookes that day they thinke fate brings A lasting state of rule on earthly things And what Rome was after this field is fought Be ask'd no man of his owne danger thought Amaz'd with greater feares Who when he sees All shores oreflowne and th'vncurb'd Ocean rise Ore mountaines tops the Firmament and Sunne Fall downe to earth in such confusion Could feare his owne estate no private state Has time to feare but Romes and Pompey's fate Nor did they trust their swords vnlesse sharpe set On stones the points of their dull piles they whet Each archer fitts his bow with surest strings And choisest arrowes in his quiver brings Horse-men sharpe spurres provide and strongest raines So when earths Giants vpon Phlegra 's plaines If with the actes of gods our humane warres We may compare rebell'd the sword of Mars In Aetna's fâ—rge and Neptunes three-fork'd speare Were scowr'd and sharpen'd Phoebus arrowes there With Python dull'd made sharpe the blew-ey'd maide Vpon her sheild Medusa's haires display'd Ioues lightning then the Cyclops moulded new Fortune foretold the woes that should ensue By many tokens for the stormy sky Withstood their marches into Thessaly The cloudes against their eyes did lightnings throw Meteors like lampes like fiery posts in show And beamâ—s cloud-breaking Typhons did arise And lightnings flashes dimm'd and closd their eyes Their helmets plumes were sindg'd their piles did meltâ— Sword-blades dissolv'd run downe the hilts they felt Their impious swords with sulphur from the skyes Did smoake their Ensignes hid with swarmes of Bees Could scarce be pluck'd from ground the bearers bow'd Themselues to get them vp which seem'd oreflow'd With teares from thence even to Thessalia The bull from th' holy altars ran away And to Pharsalia field directly flyes VVhilest their sad altar wants a sacrifice But what night furyes what Eumenides VVhat Stygian powers or gods of wickednesse VVhat hellish feinds Caesar didst thou appease Preparing for such wicked warres as these Whether the gods or their owne feare had wrought These wonders doubtfull t is but many thought They saw Olympus meete with Pindus hill And Aemus fall th'adjoyning valleyes fill That in the night Pharsalia sounded loud The noise of battell that Baebei's flowd Swiftly with blood But most admired they To see each others face show darke the day Grow pale and night their helmets overspread Their fathers ghosts and all their kinsemen dead T' appeare before their eyes But this alone Comforted their sicke mindes knowing their owne Impious entents brothers to kill and ope Their fathers throates they hence conceived hope Thinking these monsters and portents t'imply Th' accomplishment of their impiety No wonder t is if
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
Phoebus from Cirrhaes shades I 'll not desire Nor Nysa's Bacchus Caesar can infuse Vertue enough into a Roman muse The cause of these great actions I le declare And ope a mighty worke what drew to warre Our furious People and the World beside Fates envious course continuance still deny'd To mighty States who greatest falls still feare And Rome not able her owne weight to beare So when the knot of Nature is dissolu'de And the worlds Ages in one houre inuolu'd In their old Chaos Seas with Skyes shall ioyne And Starres with Starres confounded loose their shine The Earth no longer shall extend her shore To keepe the Ocean out the Moone no more Follow the Sunne but scorning her old way Crosse him and claime the guidance of the day The falling worlds now iarring frame no peace No league shall hold great things themselues oppresse The gods this bound to groning states haue set But to no Forraine armes would Fortune yet Lend her owne envy ore great Rome that awes Both Land and Sea shee 's her owne ruines cause Subiected ioyntly to three b Lords how ill Prooue shared rules accords and fatall still Ambition blinded Lords what 's th' happinesse To mixe your powers and ioyntly th' earth possesse Whilest Land the Sea and Ayre the Land shall bound Whilest labouring Titan runnes his glorious round And through twelue heavenly signes night follows day No faith keepe those that kingdomes ioyntly sway Rule brookes no sharers doe not this beleeue In forraine states Rome can examples giue A brothers bloud did our first walls distaine Nor was the spacious earth and watry maine This mischiefes price a refuge for theeues fled A little house this brothers hatred bred This iarring concord lasted for a space Dissembled twixt the two for Crassus was The warres sole let like that small necke of land That in the middst of two great Seas doos stand And will not let them ioyne that tane away Straight the Ioniâ—n meets th' Aegaean Sea So when war parting Crassâ—â— sadly slaine With Romane bloud did Asian Charan staine That Parthian losse to homebred rage gaue reines More then you thinke you did fierce Parthians That day our civill war your conquest wrought And now Romes Empire by the sword is sought That State that mistresse ore the World did reigne Rulde Land and Sea yet could not two conteine For Iulia's t deâ—th whom cruell Fates before Had slaine the pledge of their alliance bore Downe to her graue if Fate had spar'de her life Her furious husband and sterne fathers strife She had compos'de and made their armed hands Let fall their swords and ioyne in friendships bands As once the Sabin women enterposde Their sires and husbands bloody iarres composde Thy death faire Iulia breakes off all accords And giues them leaue againe to draw their swords On both sides powerfull aemusation beares On their ambitious spirits great Pompey feares That his piâ—aticke Laurell should giue place To conquerde France and Caesars deeds deface His ancient triumphs fortunes constant grace Makes him impatient of a second place Nor now can Caesar a superior brooke Nor Pompey brooke a peere who justlier tooke Vp armes great Iudges differ heaven approoues The conquering cause the conquerde Cato loues Nor were they aequall one in yeares was growne And long accustomde to a peacefull gowne Had now forgot the Souldier Fame he bought By bounty to the people and much sought For popular praise his Theaters loud shout Was his delight new strength he sought not out Relying on his ancient fortunes fame And stood the shadow of a glorious name As an old lofty Oake that heeretofore Great Conquerors spoiles and sacred Trophies bore Stands firme by his owne weight his roote now dead And through the ayre his naked boughes does spread And with his trunke not leaues a shaddow makes He though each blast of Easterne winde him shakes And round about well rooted Trees doe grow Is onely honour'd but in Ceasar now Remaines not onely a great Generalls name But restlesse valour and in waâ—re a shame Not to be Conquerâ—ur fierce not curb'd at all Ready to fight where hope or anger call His forward Sword confident of successe And hold the fauour of the gods to presse Orethrowing all that his ambition stay And loues that ruine should enforce his way As lightning by the winde fâ—rc'd from a cloude Breakes through the wounded aire with thunder loud Disturbes the Dâ—y the people terrifyes And by a light oblique dazels our eyes Not Ioues owne Temple spares it when no force No barre an hinder his prevailing course Great waâ—e as foâ—rth it fallyes and roures It makes and gathers his dispersed fires These causes mâ—ou'd the Cheâ—fes and such as are In mightâ— stâ—tes the common seeds of warre For since our Câ—ests the conquer'd world hath fill'd Too full and vertue did to riches yeild Since spoiles and warrelike rapine taught vs riot Excesse in Plate in buildings reignes he dyeâ— Of formertimes wee scoâ—n that soft attire That Women were asham'd of Men desire Strength-breeding pouerty is fled and nought But wealth from all the spoiled world is sought The banc of States those Lands encreas'd they hold In th' hands of vnknowne Tenants which of old Caemillus plow share wounded and the hands Of th' ancient Curii till'd the state now stands Not as of old when men from auarice free Could liue in peace and wisht but liberty Hence quarrels grow what pouerty esteemed A vild offence now 's greatest honour deem'd By Sword our Countreys power in curbe to hold Might measures â—ight Lawes and decrees are sold Consuls and Tribunes iarres all right suppresse Fasces are bought the peoples suffrages Corruptly sought and giuen hence bloody iarres Oft staine elections in the field of Maâ—s So griping Vsury growes so faith is lâ—st And ciuill warre as gainefull sought by most By this time Caesar the cold Alpes orepast In his great thoughts the future warre had cast And now to Rubicon's small current come He dreames the Image of affrighted Rome With countenance sad through dusky night appearesâ— On her towre-bearing head her hoary haires Hung downe all torne her armes were nak'd when she Tâ—us sighing speakes oh whither carry yee My Ensignes Souldiers If you come as friends As Roman Citizens your march here ends k A suddaine feare straight chilles the generall veines His haire 's with horrour rais'd faintnesse detaines His steps vpon the banke then thus he praâ—â—s Thou Ioue whose eye these Citie walles surueyes From thy Tarpeian hill You Deiâ—ies Of Troy and Romulus hid misteries Thou Latian Ioue worshipt on th' Alban mount You Vestall fires and Rome whom I account My greatest God blesse this attempt not thee Doe I inuade Conquerour by land and sea Thy Caesar comes thy Souldier still Be hee He in the fault that caus'd this enmity Then brooking no delay the streame showre-swell'd He marches ore so in a â—ibyan field A Lion viewing his sterne foe at hand Till he collect his
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
catches The kindling brand in their sad parents hand The funerall beds blacke smoaking fragments and Their ashy garments and flesh-smelling coales But when she findes a coarse entombed whole Whose moisture is drawne out and marrow growne Hard by corruption greedy havocke on Each limbe she makes and from their orbes doth teare His congeal'd eyes and stickes her knucles there She gnawes his nailes now pale oregrowne and long Bites halters killing knotts where dead men hung Teares from the gibbetts strangled bodies downe And from the gallowes licks corruption Shee gathers dead mens limmes which showres haue wet And marrow harden'd in Sols scorching â—eate She keepes the nailes that pierc'd crucifi'd hands And gathers poysonous filth and slime that stands On the cold joynts and biting with her fanges The harden'd sinewes vp from ground she hangs And where so ere a naked carcasse ly Before the beasts and ravenous fowles sits she But teares or cuts no limbe till it be bit By Wolves from whose dry jawes she snatches it Nor spares she murdering if life blood she need That from a throat new open'd must proceede She murders when her sacrifices dire Life-blood and panting entrailes doe require And births abortiue by vnnaturall wayes From wounded wombes she takes and burning layes Them on her wicked altars when she lacks Stout cruell ghosts such ghosts forthwith she makes All deaths of men serue for her action From young mens chinns she puls the growing downe And dying striplings haire she cuts away Ericttho oft when ore the coarse she lay Of her dead kinseman and did seeme to kisse Off from his maimed head would bite a piece And opening his pale lips gelled and clung In his dry throat she bites his cold stiffe tongue And whispering murmurs dire by him she sends Her banefull secrets to the Stygian feinds By generall fame when Sextus notice had Of her in depth of night when Titan made At the Antipodes their noone of day Over the desart fields he takes his way The servants waiting on his folly then Searching through broken tombes and graues of men Spy'd on a rocke at last where Aemus bends And the Pharsalian lofty hills extends Ericttho sitting she was trying there Spells which nere witch nor magicke god did heare And for new purposes was framing charmes For fearing lest the civill warres alarmes Should to some other land be carryed thence And Thessaly should want that blood's expence Phillippi feilds with incantations stain'd And sprinâ—kled with dire iuice she did command Not to transferre the war meaning t' enioy So many deaths and the worlds blood t' employ The carcasses of slaughter'd Kings to maâ—me And turne the Roman ashes was her aime To search for princes bones and each great ghost But what best pleas'd her and she study'd most Was what from Pompey's coarse to take away Or vpon which of Caesars limmes to prey Whom first thus Pompey's fearefull sonne bespake Wisest of all Thessalians that canst make Foreknowne all thingâ— to come and turne away The course of destiny to me I pray The certaine end of this wars chance relate I am no meane part of the Roman state Great Pompey's sonne now either lord of all Or wofull heir of his great funerall My minde though wounded now with doubtfull feare Is well resolv'd any knowne woe to beare Oh take from chance this power it may not fall Vnseene and suddaine on me the gods call Or spare the gods and force the truth out from The ghosts below open Elysium Call forth grim death himselfe bid him relate Which of the two is given to him by fate T is no meane taske but labour worthy thee To search what end of this great war shall be The impious Witch proud of a fame to spread Replyes young man wouldst thou haue altered Some meaner fate it had beene easily done I could haue forc'd to any action Th' vnwilling gods I can preserue the breath Of him whom all the starres haue doom'd to death And though the planets all conspire to make Him old the midst of his lifes course can breake But fates and th' order of great causes all Worke downeward from the worlds originall When all mankinde depend on one successe If there you would change ought our arts confesse Fortune has greater power but if content You be alone to know this wars event Many and easie wayes for vs there be To finde out truth the earth the sea the sky The dead the Rodopejan rockes and fields Shall speake to vs. But since late slaughter yeilds Such choise of carcasses in Thessaly To raise vpone of those will easyest be That a warme new-slaine carcasse with a cleare Intelligible voice may greete your eare Least by the Sunne the organs parch'd and spill'd The dismall ghost vncertaine hizzings yeild Then double darkenesse ore nights face she spred And wrapping in a foggy cloud her head She searches where th'unbury'd bodyes lye Away the wolues and hungry vultures flye Loosening their tallands when Ericttho comes To choose her prophet griping with her thummes Their now cold marrows seeking where a tongue And lungs with fillets whole vnwounded hung The fates of those slaine men stand doubtfull all Which of their ghosts she from the dead would call Had she desir'd to raise th' whole army slaine And to reviue them for the war againe Hell had obey'd from Styx by her strange might The people all had beene drawne backe to fight When she a carcas sitting had espy'd An hooke she fasten'd in his throate and ty'd To it a fatall rope by which the hag Ore rockes and stones the wretched carcasse drag That must reviue Vnder the hollow side Of an high mountaine which to this blacke deede The witch had destin'd she the carcasse layes A deepe and vast descent of ground there was As low almost at the blinde caues of Diâ— Which a pale wood with thicke and spreading treâ— Barring the sight of heaven and by Sol's light Not penetrable did oreshadow quite Within the caue was bred by dreary night Pale mouldy filth darkensse sad no lighâ— But light by magicke made ere shined there Within the jawes of Tanarâ—â— the aire Is not so dull that balefull bound twixt hell And vs the princes in those shades that dwell Send without feare their spirits hitherto For though this hag can force the fates to doe What ere she please t is doubtfull whether here Or there those ghosts in their true place appeare She puts a various colour'd cloathing on And fury-like her haire loose hanging downe Was bound about with vipers her face hid But when young Sextus and his traine she spy'd Shaking for feare and his astonisht eye Fixt on the ground banish those feares quoth she His life 's true figure you shall see him take That cowards neede not feare to heare him speake But if the furyes to your eyes were showne The Stygian lakes and burning Phlegeton The gyants bound and Cerberus that shakes His dreadfull curled mane of hissing snakes Why
â—nâ—ique venis Discursusque animae diversa in membra meantis Interceptus aquis nullius vita perempti Est tanta dimissa via But others say he did not repeat these Verses but those in the ninth Booke Sanguis erant lachrymae quaecunque foramina novit Humor ab his largus manat cruor ora redundant Et patulae nares sudor rubet omnia plenis Membra fluunt venis totum est pro vulnere corpus These were his last words Hee dyed the day before the Calends of May in the seven and twentyeth yeare of his age Nerva Syllanus and Vestinius Atticus being Consuls He was buryed at Rome in his owne most faire and sumpteous Gardens To my chosen Friend The learned Translator of LVAN THOMAS MAY Esquire WHen Rome I reade thee in thy mighty paire And see both climing vp the slippery staire Of Fortunes wheele by Lucan driv'n about And the world in it I begin to doubt At every line some pin thereof should slacke At least if not the generall Engine craâ—ke But when againe I vtew the parts so peiz'd And those in number so and measure rais'd As neither Pompey's popularity Caesar's ambitions Cato's liberty Calme Brutus tenor start but all along Keepe due proportion in the ample song It makes me ravish'd with iust wonder cry What Muse or rather God of harmony Tâ—ught Lucan these true moodes replyes my sence What gods but those of arts and eloquece Phoebus and Hermes They whose tongue or pen Are still th' interpreters twixt gods and men But who hath them interpreted and brought Lucans whole frame vnto vs and so wrought As not the smallest ioynt or gentlest word In the great masse or machine there is stirr'd The selfe same Genius so the worke will say The Sunne translated or the Sonne of May. Your true friend to Iudgement and Choise BEN. IONSON Vpon this vnaequall'd worke and the Author ROme had beene still my wonder I had knowne Lucan in no expression but his owne And had as yet coniectur'd it a wrong To haue prais'd Caesar in another tongue To bring foorth One that could but vnderstand I thought a pride too great for any Land Yea for Romes selfe Who would be posde to tell How great she was when she could write so well Tell truth was neerer brought by thee till I Found Lucan Languag'd like my infancy Till Rome was met in England in that State That was at once her greatnesse and her fate So all to vs discover'd that naught 's hid Which either she could speake or Caesar did Beyond which nothing can be done by thee Though thou hadst more of Lucan then we see Reveal'd in this wherein there is so much Of myracle that I durst doubt him such As thou hast rendred him But that I know T is crosse to be thy friend and Lucans foe Whom thou hast made so much thy selfe that we May almost striue about his Pedigree Since Rome hath nothing left to prooue him hert But the foule instance of his Murtherers So neatly hast thou rob'd her of his name That she can onely reskew't with a shame Which may she doe whilst Nations reckon thee Lucan in all except Romes infancy I. VAVGHAN LVCANS Pharsalia The first Booke The Argument of the first Booke The fatall causes of this warre are showne Enraged Caesar passes Rubicon Invades Arim'num where to him from Rome Curio and both the banish'd Tribunes come With new incitements to these civill Warres Caesar's Oration to his Souldiers Bold Laelius protestation which by all The rest confirmed makes the Generall Draw out from every part of France at once His now dispers'd and wintring Legions Rome's feare great Pompey with the Senate flyes Heaven ayre and earth are fill'd with prodigies The Prophets thence and learned Augures show The wrath of Heaven and Romes ensuing woe WArres more then civill on Aemathian plaines We sing rage licens'd where great Rome disdaines In her owne bowels her victorie us swords Where kindred hoasts encounter all accords Of Empire broke where arm'd to impious warre The strength of all the shaken world from farre Is met knowne Ensignes Ensignes doe defie Piles a against Piles ' gainst Eagles Eagles fly What fury Countreymen what madnesse cou'd Moove you to feast your foâ—s with Roman blood And choose such warres as could no triumphs yeeld Whilst yet proud Babylon vn or quer'd held The boasting trophaes of a Roman hoast And vnrevenged wander'd Crassus b Ghost Alas what Seas what Lands might you haue tane With that bloods losse which ciuill haÌ„ds haue drawne Yours had been Titans rising yours his sett The Kingdomes scorched in Meridian heate And those where winter which no spring can ease With lasting cold doth glaze the Sâ—ythian seas The Seres yours the wilde Araxis too And those that see Niles spring if any doe Then ' gainst thy selfe if warre so wicked Rome Thou loue when all the world is overcome Turne backe thy hand thou didst not want a Foe But now that walles of halfe fall'n houses so Hang in Italian Townes vast stones we see Of ruin'd walles whole houses empty be And ancient Townes are not inhabited That vntill'd Italy's with weedes orespread And the neglected Plowes want labouring hands Not thou fierce Pyrrhus nor the Punicke Bands This waste haue made no sword could reach so farre Deepe pierce the wounds receiu'd in ciuill warre But if no other way to Neroes raigne The â—ates could finde if gods their Crownes obtaine At such deare rates and Heaven could not obey Her Ioue but after the sterne Giants fray Now we complaine not gods mischiefe and warre Pleasing to vs since so rewarded are Let dire Pharsalia grone with armed Hoasts And glut with blood the Carthaginian Ghosts With these let Munda's c fatall Battle goe Mutina's d Siedge Perusias e famine too To these add Actiums f bloody Navall fight And neere Sicilia g Sextus slavish Fleete Yet much owes Rome to civill â—nmity For making thee our Prince when thou the sky Though late shalt clime chaÌ„gethine earthly reigne Heaven as much grac'd with ioy shall entertaine And welcome thee whether thou wouldst put on Ioues Crowne or ride in Phoebus burning Throne Earth will not feare the change theÌ„ce maist thou shine Downe on thy World to thee all power divine Will yeild and Nature to thy choise will give What god to be or where in Heaven to liue But neere the Northern Beaâ—e oh doe not reigne Nor crosse the point of the Meridian From whence obliquely thou shouldst Rome behold If all thy weight one part of Heaven should hold The Honour'd loade would bowe heavens Axletree Hold thou the middle of the poysed Sky Let all the ayre betweene transparent be And no darke Cloud twixt vs and Caesar fly Then let Mankinde forget all warre and strife And every Nation loue a peacefull life Let peace through all the world in this blest state Once more shut warre like Ianus Iron gate Oh be my god If thou this breast inspire
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
divorc'd What was conjoyn'd part of the hill the sea Gaue to Pelorus in Sicilia Caesar now mad of war loues not to finde But make his way by blood nor is his minde Ioy'd that in Italy he sees no foes No Countreys guarded from him meetes no blowes But counts his journey lost desires to breake Not open gates and loues his march to make By fire and sword not sufferance thinkes it shame To tread permitted paths and beare the name Of Citizen The Italian Cities are Doubtfull which way to leane and though when warre Makes her first fear'd approach all easily VVill yeeld with Bulwarkes yet they fortify Their walls dig trenches round about below Vast stones and weapons from aboue to throw They get and engines on their walles provide The People most encline to Pompey's side But faith with terrour fights so when we see The South-windes horrid blastes possesse the sea The waues all follow him till by the stroke Of Aeoluâ— his Spâ—are the open'd Rocke To the rough seas lets out the Fasterne winde They still retaine though new assaults they finde The old though th'Eastwind th' aire with darke stormes fill The Ocean dâ—es the Southwind challenge still But peoples minds feare changes easily And Fortune swayes their wavering loyaltie By Libo's flight Etruria's naked left And Vmbria Thermus y gone of freedome rest Sylla farre differing from his fathers fame In civill war flyes hearing Caesars name Varus z before the first assault forsakes Auximum's walles and flight disorder'd takes Ore rockes and desarts Leâ—tuius a is beate From Asâ—ulum the foes pursuing get His men that now alone the Captaine flies With empty Standards rest of Companies Thou Scipio b leau'st the trust committed thee Luceria's Fort though in thy Campe there be The valiantst Youth whom feare of Parthian war From Caesar tooke whom Pompey to repaire His French losse lent him and while he thought good Bestow'd on Caesar th' vse of Romane blood But faire Corfinium's well fenc'd walls containe Thee slout Domitius c in thy Campe remaine Those that arraigned Milo did inclose He when a cloude of dust from far arose And on bright Armes the Sunne reflecting shone And glittering swords cries run my Souldiers run Downe to the river drowne the bridge and thou Encreas'd from all thy empti'd fountaines now Rise swelling streame breake downe and beate away This scatter'd bridge there let the war now stay Let thy bankes make our furious enemy Linger a while wee le count it victory That Caesar first staies here This said in vaine He sends swift Cohorts from the towne amaine For Caesar first when from the fields he spy'de His passage lost by bridge enraged cry'de Cannot your walles base cowards shelter you Enough but that the fields and rivers too Must helpe I le passe through Ganges in my way Rowl'd all his strength no streame shall Caesar stay Since Rubicon is past goe winged Horse Second bold foote the bridge now falling force Thus spake he foorth the winged Horse-men ride And like a storme of Haile on tother side The water their well brandisht Iavelins light Caesar then takes the river puts to flight The Souldiers all that were in station To guard the banke and safe before the towne Is come when straight vp lofty workes are throwne And Engines rais'd the walles to batter downe When lo oh shame of war opening the gate The Souldiers brought their Captaine bound and at The feet of his proud Foe present but he With lookes not shaming high Nobility Offers his throate vndaunted Caesar sees Death 's sought and mercy fear'd then thus replies Liue though thou wouldst not by our bounty liue Enjoy this light and to the conquer'de giue Good hope th' example of our clemency Be thou or else againe warres fortunes trie Naught for this pardon Caesar from thy hands Expects if thou orecome with that commands T'vnbinde him had his death the Conquerour pleas'd How much a Romans blush had fortune easde For following Romes the Senates Pompey's armes Pardon t' a Roman was the worst of harmes He yet vnfear'd his anger doth retaine Speakes thus t'himselfe Wilt thou base man againe See Rome or seeke peacefull retirements No Rather into warres fury dying goe Rush boldly through the midst sure ende to make Of this loath'de life and Caesars gift forsake Pompey not knowing he was tane provides Forces to strengthen with joyn'd power his side Meaning his Campe next morning to remoue The Souldiers spirits before their march to proue He thus with a majesticke voice bespake His silent troopes guilt-punishers that take The better side you truely Roman band Arm'de by the State no private mans command Feare not to fight Italy's wasted all By barbarous troopes throgh the cold Alpes the Gaule Is broken loose blood has already dy'de Caesars polluted swords the gods provide Well that the mischiefe there begins and we First suffer wrong oh nâ—w let Rome by me Take punishment nor can you call it here True war but ouer revenging countrye's ire Nor is this more a war then that wherein Nak'de-arm'de Cethegus and fierce Catiline Meant to fire Rome Lentulus and their mates Oh madnesse to be pittyed when the Fates VVould with Camillus and Metellus joyne Thee Caesar thou to Marius shouldst encline And Ciâ—â—a fall thou shalt as Lepidus Fell vnder Gatulus Carbe by vs Beneaded then that in Sicilia lyes And he that made the Spaniards fierce to rise Banisht Seâ—toâ—iâ—â— though I grudge with those Thou Caesar should be plac'd and Rome oppose My armes ' gainst thee VVould from the Parthian war Crassus had safe return'd and conquerer That thou in such a cause as Spartacus Mightst fall but if the gods intend to vs Thou shalt one title adde this arme a dart Can ably brandish yet about this heart The blood is hote know then not all that loue To liue in peace in war will cowards proue Nor let my age affright you though he call Me worne and weake let an old Generall Be in this campe in that old souldiers be I haue attain'd what ere a people free Can giue and nothing but Monarchie About me left he that in Rome would be Greater then I no private state demands Heere both Romes Consuls heere her Senate stands Shall Caesar then subdue the Senate sure Th' art not quite shamelesse fortune to endure Things should so blindly turne Does rebell France So long a taming and those wartes advance His thoughts so high because from Germany He fled and calling a small streame a sea On the sought Brittaines turn'd his flying backe Or swells he cause all Rome though arm'd forsake The Citie hearing his fierce troops are nigh Ah foole they flie not thee all follow me My glorious Ensignes on the Ocean borne Ere Cynthia twice had fill'd her waned hornes All Pirats fled the seas and at my hand Humbly crav'd dwellings in a narrow Land I that stout King that stayd Romes growth did force Flying along the Scythian seas divorce VVhich Sylla ne'r could
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
and lets their choller spend in vaine Till Sol descended to the Ocean And starres appear'd then when no hope 's at all Of fight their feircenesse does by little fall Their mindes grow cold So is most courage found In late hurt men whilest freshnesse of the wound And the blood hot giues nimble motion To every nerue and muscles guide the bone If the wound-giver hold his hand and stay Then a cold numnesse strength being tane away Seizes the minde and the stiffe members tyes The wound growne cold the blood congealing dryes The Souldiers wanting water through each creeke Of the digg'd earth for hidden fountaines seeke Not only now the mattocke and the spade But swords earth-digging instruments are made Downe from the tops of mountaines as profound They goe as lyes the lowest marish ground Farther from day and deeper in earths mould Divers not the searcher for Assyrian gold But no sought rivers hidden course is showne No springs appear'd opening the Pummice stone No bubbling brooke rowles little pibble stones Nor sweating caue makes distillations Weary with digging then the sweating men Are from those rocky pits drawne out againe And this vaine search of water the dry aire Makes them lesse able to endure nor dare They fâ—ede their weary bodyes eating nought As mediâ—â—ne against thirst is hunger sought If the soft earth doe moisture yeild they bring The clods ore their mouths with both hands wring The blacke vnstirred mud that every sinke Affâ—rds by strife the greedy Souldiers drinke And what to saue their liues they would haue stucke To take now dying drinke like beasts some sucke Beasts dugs and when milke failes with greedy jaw Meere blood from their exhausted udders draw Hearbs and greene leaues they wring bedewed twigs They licke and juce of bleeding vines small sprigs Of tâ—ees they for their tender sap doe squeeze Oh happy men whom barbarous enemyes Flying by e poysoning all the rivers kill'd But Caesar though these rivers should be fill'd With poysons carrions and pale Aconite Growing on Cretan rockes yet knowing it These Romans then would drinke their bowells now Are scorcht their mouths tongs dry'd rougher grow Their veines shrinke vp their lungs in this distresse Not moist contract the breathing passages Breathings hard drawne their vlcer'd palates teare They ope their thirsty moutâ—es to drinke nights aire And wish such showres as all did lately drowne And the dry cloudes their lookes are fixt vpon But that which most encreas'd their misery They were encamp'd not no dry Meroe Nor where the naked Garamantes plow Hot Cancers tropicke but betweene the flow Of swift Iberus and full Sicoris The thirstie campe two neighbouring rivers sees Now both the generals yeild Afranius layes Downe armes and peace become a suppliant prayes Inâ—o the enemies campe his starved bands Drawing before the conquerors feete he stands Then begging pardon with a carelesse breast He lost no Majesty but twixt his â—ast And former state he beares himselfe in all A conquer'd man but yet a generall Had I fall'n vnder a base enemy I had not lack'd an hand my selfe to free Know then the cause that now I beg to liue I thinke thee Caesar worthy life to giue For no sides favour nor as foes to thee Did we take armes both Generalls were we Before this civill war and haue maintain'd The former cause now wee 'll not fate withstand Spaine we deliver vp and ope the East Of all the world behind thou now mayst rest Secure nor has much bloods effusion Sharpe swords or weary'd armes this conquest won Onely thy foes that thou hast conquered Forgiue nor beg we much grant vs to lead Vnarm'd those liues that thou hast now bestow'd Suppose that all our slaughtered troopes lay strow'd Over the fieldâ— to mixe vnfortunate With happy armes and we participate Thy tryumphs were vnfit our fates we know h Compell vs not with thee to conquer now But Caesar gently and with smiling cheare Both pardons and dismisses them from war But when the league was firmely ' gree'd vpon The souldiers to th' vnguarded rivers run Fall on the bankes troubling the granted streame But long continued draughts in many of them Not suffering aire through th' empty veines to flye Shut vp their liues nor could they easily Cease this dry plague but though their guts they fill The covetous disease is craving still At last their nerues and strength againe it brings Oh luxury too prodigall of things Content with no provision easily brought Ambitious hunger for things dearely sought Ore land and sea pride of a sumptuous table See what small store to cherish life is able And nature please these Souldiers fainting soules No vnknowne Consuls noble wine in bowles Of mirrhe and gold restores from fountaines pure Water and bread their fleeting liues assure Wretches that follow warres These souldiers Being now disarm'd are made secure from cares Exempt and innocent returne againe To their owne townes When peace they did obtaine How much they griev'd that ever they had cast One pile or suffer'd thirst or ever askt The gods in vaine to grant them prosperous warres For to the happyer fighting Souldiers What toiles through all the world what doubtfull fields Remaine to fight Though fortune alwayes yeilds Happy successe yet must they oftentimes Conquer spill blood throughout all lands and elimes And follow Caesar through all fates of his When the world's ruine's neare he happy is That knowes his setled place Their weary armes No war calls forth their sleepes no loud alarmes Disturbes their wiues children and houses they And lands though no deducted colony Enjoy by fortune from this burden free'd No favour does their mindes disquiet brâ—ed One generall sav'd their liues tâ—ther their owne Commander was Thus happy they alone Free'd from desires the civill warres behold But through the world this fortune did not hold She durst act some what against Casar's side Where long f Salonae's beaten with the tide Of th' Adriaticke sea where Zephyre blowes Vpon the warme Iader's gentle flowes Antâ—nius there trusting the warlike bands Of his Curetes whose environ'd lands The Adriaticke sea encircles round Was straight beseidged in the vtmost bound Safe from warres reach if famine that alone Conquers the strongest fortresses were gone The ground no pasture for their horses yeilds Nor yellow Ceres cloaths the fallow'd feilds The men eat grassâ— and when the feilds grow bare The grasse from off their camps dry'd turffes they teare But when their friends on th' adverse shore they spy'd And Zasilâ—â— the admirall they try'd New wayes of flight by sea for their sterne end They did not hoift nor did their keele extend As custome was but with vnusuall sleight Firme timber boates to beare a mighty weight They made These empty boates on every side Susteine the ship whose double rancke was ty'd With chaines acrosse Nor were the oares dispos'd On th' open front to the foes darts expos'd Only that sea that was enclosed round By those conjoyned boates
Has done all hitherto fortune from thee Requires the last hand to this speedily Successefull war doe Libya's quicksands lye Or her devouring gulfes twixt thee and me Haue I committed thee to vnknowne seas Or sent thee on vntryed casualtyes Caesar commands thee not coward to goe But follow him my selfe heere where the foe Encamped lyes am first arrived now Fear'st thou my campe we loose what fates bestow And to the windes and seas I bootlesse plaine My forward souldiers doe not thou detaine That would take any seas if I judge right They'd come through shipwracke vnder me to fight Now I must speake in greife the world I see Is not divided twixt vs aequally In Epire Caesar and th' whole Senate rest Thou art alone of Italy possest But having often vs'd such words as those They still delaying Caesar gan suppose The gods not wanting vnto him but he To them and rashly did resolue to try By night those seas which they for feare forbore Although commanded finding evermore Bold actions thriue and hopes in a t small bote T' orecome those waues whole navyes ventur'd not Now weary night wars toilesome cares did end Poore men tooke rest whose meane estates could lend Their breasts sound sleepe the campe all silent proou'd VVhen the third houre the second watch had moov'd VVith carefull steps through this vast silence then Caesar what not the meanest of his men VVould doe entends leaues all and goes alone VVith none but fortune his companion And passing through the courts of guard he findes All fast asleepe complaning in his minde That he could passe but at the water side He found a boate with a small cable ty'd Fast to a rocke the man that ow'd and kept This boate not far from thence securely slept In a small cottage of no timber trees But woven reedes and barren bulrushes Built vp a boate's turn'd bottome did suffice To fence his wall There Caesar twice or thrice Knockt with his hand that all the cottage shak'd From his soft bed of sedge Amyclas wak'd VVhat shipwrackt man quoth hee knockes there or whom Has fortune driven to my poore house to come For shelter speaking thus he rose from bed And his fir'd match with better suell fed Secure from feare of warre such houses are Full well he knowes no spoile for civill war Oh safe blest poore mans life oh gift of all The gods not yet well knowne what city wall VVhat temple had not fear'd at Caesar's stroke But when the doore was ope thus Caesar spoke Enlarge thy hopes poore man expect to haue More wealth from me then modesty can craue Only transport me to th' Italian shore This trade of living thou shalt neede no more No more shall labour thy poore age sustaine Yeild to thy fate a god is come to raine Downe showres of wealth thy little house vpon Thus Caesar though disguiâ—d forgetts the tone Of private men when poore Amyelas made This answere many things alâ—s disswade My minde from trusting of the seas to night The Sunne set pale his beames dispers'd whose light Partly to North and partly South inclin'd The middle of his orbe but dimn ely shin'd And dazled not the weake beholders eyes VVith dulled hornes did the pale mooue arise Not free from cloudes her middle part she had Her pointed ends no horne directly made First red betokening windes â—â—en pale shâ—was And in darke cloudes obscur'd her mourning face But the shorâ—s â—olse the murmur of the woods The Dolphins playing vp and downe the floods VVith course vncertaine I mislike no more Like I ther Cormoâ—ants flockâ—ng to the shore Nor that the Herne â—n her smooth wing relying Presumes to reaâ—h the skyes with lofty flyâ—ng No that the Crow waglâ—ng along the shore Diuâ—s downe and seemes t'antiâ—ipate a showre But if affaires of weight requiâ—e mine aide To vse my skill I will not be afraide Either the windes and seas shall it deny Oâ— I will reach the shore of Italy This said loosing his vessell he puts on And spâ—eads his sailes at whose first motion Not only th'vsuall falling starres did make In the darke aire a long and fiery traâ—ke But even those starres which make their fixt abode In th' higheast â—phaeres did seeme to shaâ—e and nod The seas blacke face a terrour does diffâ—se The threatning waues in tâ—ackes voluminous Boile vp the seas by blasts vncertaine blowne Betoken many windes conception Then thus the master spake behold how great A danger the sea teemes withall as yet Vncertaine tis what winde rough East or West Shall come the baâ—ke's on every side distrest With severall waues the cloudes and skies expresse The Southwindes rage the murmur of the seas The Northwest winde in such a storme to shore Not safe nor shipwrackt can we ere get ore No course but one of safety doâ—s remaine Hopelesse to steare our courses backe againe Let 's set our danger'd barke a land before We are too far gone from the Graecian shore Caesar presuming that all dangers great Would yeild to him contemne quoth he the threat Of raging seas spread sailes and if the sky Warrant thee not to goe for â—taly I le warrant thee the just cause why thou fear'st Is this because thou know'st not whom thou bear'st Him whom the gods never forsake to whom Fortune accounts it injury to come After his wish breake through the waues alone Thinke thy selfe safe in my protection These are the troubles of the seas and skyes Not of our barke this barke where Caesar is Her cariage shall protect nor long shall this Storme last but happy for the Ocean t is This barke is heere Oh turne not backe thy hand Nor thinke vpon Epire's adjoyning land Thinke on Calabria's shore safe to arriue Since no land else to me can safety giue Alas thou knowest not why these terrours rise In all these tumults of the seas and skyes Does fortune striue to pleasure me No more He spoke when straight a furious whirlewind tore From the rent barke her shrowdes and downe it flunge The sailes that on the trembling mainemast hunge The joynt dissolved vessell sounds when lo Windes full of danger from all quarters blow First from th' Atlantike Ocean Corus blowes Rowling the waues and raised billowes throwes With violence against the rockes amaine Him Boreas meetes and turnes them backe againe The sea stands doubtful to what winde to yeild But Scythian Boreas fury winnes the feild But though high waues he from the bottome reare Yet to the shore those waues he cannot beare They meete with those that Corus brings and breake The seas thus rais'd though now the winds were weak Would meete themselues Nor must you now surmise Eurus is still or showre-blacke Notus lyes Imprison'd close in Aeal's rocky caue They from their severall quarters rush to saue With furious blasts their lands from being drown'd And keepe the sea within his proper bound For oft they say small seas by violent winde Haue beene transported so th'
Aegaean joyn'd With the Tyrrhene so with th' Ieâ—â—an The Adriatike met How oft in vaine That day the sea seem'd mountaines topps to ' ore flow And yeilding earth that deluge t' vndergoe But such high waues on no shore raised be But from the worlds far part and the maine sea They rowle the earth embracing waters bring Their monstrous waues so whâ—n the heavens high king Help'd his tir'd thunder with his â—rotheis mace To mankinds â—uine earth then added was To Neptunes kingdome when the sea confounded All lands and Tethys by no shore was bounded Contented with no limit but the skyes Then also would those â—welling seas arise Vpto the starres had not great Ioue kept downe Their waues with cloudes nor sprung that night alone From naturall causes the thiâ—ke aire was growne Infected with the dampes of Acheron And clogg'd with foggy stormes waues froÌ„ the maine Fly to the cloudes and fall like showres againe The lightnings light is lost it shines not cleare But shootes obscurely through nights stormy aire The heavens then trembled the high pole for feare Resounded when his hindges mooved were Nature then fear'd the old confusion The elementall concord seem'd vndone And night that mixt th' aetheriall deityes With the infernall â—eem'd againe to rise Their hope of safety was that in this great Wraâ—ke of the world they were not perisht yet As farre as you from Leucas top may see The quiet sea so farre could they desery From waues high tops the troubled Ocean But when the swelling billowes fall againe The maine-mast top scarce aboue water stands The topsailes touch the cloudes the keele the sands For ground is seene from whence the sâ—as arise In hills in waues the seas whole water is Feare conquers art the master does not know Which waue to breake which waue to yeeld vnto But the seas discord only aides them now The barke one billow cannot overflow Let by anothers force which still susteines The yeilding side the barke vpright mainteines Her course supported by all windes no more Low Sasons gulfes Thessalia's crooked shore Or the Ambracian dangerous ports they fear'd But ore the high Ceraunia to be rear'd â—y billowes Caesar thinkes it now to be A danger worthy of his destiny Are the gods troubled so to ruine me Whom sitting heere in a small barke quoth he They haue assaulted with a storme so lowd If on the seas not warres they haue bestow'd The glory of my death fearelesse I come Ye gods to any death that ye can doome Though this too hasty fate great actes breake off I haue already done things great enough The Northren nations I haue tam'd and quell'd My foes at home by armes Rome has beheld Great Pompey my inferiour honours stay'd From me in war the people forc'd haue pay'd All Roman honours in my titles be Let it be knowne fortune to none but thee Though full of honour to the shades below I both Romes Consull and Dictator goe I dye a private death ô gods I craue No funerall let the seas inmost waue Keepe my torne carkasse let me want a tombe And funerall pyle whilest lookt for still to come Into all lands I am and ever fear'd Thus having spoke most strange the tenth waue rear'd His barke aloft nor from the billowes top Did she fall downe kept by the water vp Till on the rocky shore she stood at last His fortune and so many kingdomes cast On shore and townes againe he did receiue Caesar's returne next morne could not deceiue His souldiers so as his stolne flight had done About their generall flock they every one Assaulting him with lamentations And not ingratefull accusations VVhither did thy rash valour carry thee Too cruell Caesar to what destiny Didst thou leaue vs poore soules venturing vpon Th' vnwilling seas and stormes thy selfe alone In thee to seeke for death was cruelty VVhen all the world esteemes thy head so high And on thy life so many liues of ours Depend did none of vs deserue t' haue power Not to surviue thee sleepe did vs detaine While thou wert tost vpon the watry maine Was this the cause thou went'st to Italy Alas it shames vs it was cruelty To venture any man on such a sea For the last act of things such hazards be VVhy doest thou tire the gods so much to goe And venture the worlds greatest Captaine so From fortune's worke and favour thus t' haue sent Thee safe a shore to vs be confident Of the warres issue This vse doest thou make Of the gods favour to escape a wracke Rather then gaine the worlds sole soveraignety Thus while they talke night past the Sunne they see And a cleare day his waues the tired maine By the windes leaue compos'd and smooth'd againe The Captaines also on th' Italian side VVhen the tâ—r'd Ocean free from waues they spy'd By the pure Northwinds rising thence convay'd Their ships which their skill'd Marriners had stay'd So long for feare while winds auspicious fail'd Like a land army their joyn'd navy sail'd On the broad Sea but the chang'd windes by night Fill'd not their sailes but broke the order quite So Cranes in VVinter Strymon's cold forsake To drâ—nke warmâ— Nile and in their first flight make As chance directs of letters various formes VVhen their spread wings are by the violent stormes Of strong South-windes assailed by and by â—n a confused globe all mingled fly The letter 's lost in their disranked wings But the next morne when rising Titan brings A stronger winde to driue the navie ore They passe the vaine attempted Lissus shore And to Nymphaeum come Southwinds that blow The haven on them the Northwindes fled bestow VVhen Caesars legions all collected were And Pompey saw the war was drawne so neere To his owne campe he thinkes best to provide For his wiuâ—â— safety and in Lesbos hide Thee faire Cornelia from the noise of warre Alas in just and noble mindes how farre Prevailes true loue true loue alone had power To make great Pompey feare wars doubâ—full houre His wife alone he wisht free from that stroke That all the world and Romes whole fortune shooke But now a ready mâ—nd wants words in him He yeilds to sweete delayes from fare steales time But when th'approching morne had banisht rest And faire Cornelia his care-wounded breast Clasping from her averted husband seekes A loving kisse wondring to feele his cheekes Moistened with teares tâ— hidâ—en cause she feares And daâ—es not finâ— great Pompey shedding teares He then thus mourning spake oh dâ—arest wife Dearer to me then life not now when life I loath but in our best prosperity That sad day's come which too too muâ—h haue we Yet not enough dâ—fferr'd Caesar's addrest For fight thou must not stay Lesbos the best And safest place will be for thee to hide Doe not enâ—treat me sweete I haue deny'd It to my selfe nor absent long shall we Remaine for swift will this wars tryall be Great things fall speedily To heare not see Thy
passage free from fight But rather force the trenches and breake downe The forts and passe where ruine leades him on Through swords and slaughter to enforce his way The part of the neere trench most fitly lay Minutius castle call'd trees thickly set Making a groue obscure ore shadow'd it Hither his Cohorts by no dust betray'd He led and suddenly the walls assay'd So many Roman Eagles glister round The field at once so many trumpets sound That now to swords the victory nought owes Feare had discomfited th' astonisht foes Yet wherein valour only could be show'd That ground where first they stood they dying strow'd But the Pompeyans now want foes to slay Whole showers of Pilâ—s in vaine are throwne away Then fire rowâ—'d vp in pitchy stuffe they throw Vpon the workes the shaken turrets bow Threatning a fall the battred bulwarks grone Beat by the rammes impetous fury downe And ore the trenches Pompeys Eagles fly To vindicate the Roman liberty That place which not a thousand companyes Nor all the strength of Caesar could surprise One man alone guards from the Conquerers Denying Pompey's conquest whilest he weares A sword and liues His name was Scaeva once A common souldier of those legions That serv'd in Gallia then Centurion By blood promoted to all mischiefe prone And one that knew not in a civill war How great a crime the souldiers valours are He when he saw his fellowes leaving fight And seeking out safe places for their flight Whither quoth he base slaues and beasts does feare Vnknowne to all that armes for Caesar beare Driue you can you retire without one wound Or are you not asham'd not to be found Among the heape of men though faith were gone Anger me thinkes should make you fight alone We are the men of all through whom the foe Has chose to breake let this day bloody goe On Pompey's side I should farre happyer dy In Caesars sight but since the fates deny Him for a witnesse Pompey shall commend My death your breasts and throates vndaunted bend Against their steele and turne their weapons backe The dust far off is seene this ruines crackâ— Has by this time enter'd our generalls cares We conquer fellowes Caesar straight appeares To challenge though we dye this fort his voice More then th' alarums first inciting noise Their fury stirr'd then wondring at the man And eager to behold the souldiers ran To see if valour disadvantag'd so Surpris'd by place and number could bestow Ought more then death He making good alone The falling worke first throwes dead bodyes downe From the full tower to overwhelme the foes The posts the wals slaughter it selfe bestowes Weapons on him threatning himselfe to fall Downe on their heads and thrusts off from the wall The breasts of scaling foes with poles and stakes And with his sword cuts off his hand that takes Hold on the bulwarkes top and with vast stones Pashes their heads in peices breakes their bones And dashes out their weakely-fenced braines Downe on anothers haire and face he raines Pitch fir'd the fire whizzes in burning eyes But when the pil'd vp carcasses gan rise To aequall the walls height as nimbly then Into the midst of Pompey's armed men Scaeva leapes downe from thence as Libbards fierce Breake thorough the besetting huntsmens speares Then Scaeva wedg'd in round and by th' whole war Enclos'd yet where he striks is Conquerer His swords point dull with blood congealed growes And blunt nor does it peirce but bruise his foes His sword has lost the vse and without wound It breakes mens limmes The foes encircling round At him direct their weapons all and all Their hands aime right and javelins rightly fall There fortune a strange match beholds one man ' Gainst a whole war His strong sheild founded than VVith often strokes his broken helmet beat Downe to his Temples wrings with paine and heat And nothing else protects his vitall parts But th' outside of his flesh stucke full of darts VVhy with light darts and arrowes doe you striue Vaine fooles such wounds as cannot kill to giue Let the Phalaricke strong her wilde fire throw Or massy walls of stone gainst such a foe Let battring Rammes and wars vast engines all Remooue him thence he stands for Caesar's wall ' Gainst Pompey's course His breast no armes now hide Scorning to vse a sheild lest his left side Should want a wound and he be forc'd to liue By his owne fault what wounds the war can giue He takes alone and bearing a thicke wood Of darts vpon his breast now wearyed stood Choosing what foe to fall on so at sea Doe whales and monstrous beasts of Libya So a Getulian Elephant clos'd in By hunters round all shafts from his thicke skin Beates backe and breakes or mooving it shakes off The sticking darts his bowells safe enough And through those wounds no blood he looses so So many shafts and darts cannot bestow One death At last a Cretan bow let flye A sure Gortyan shaft in the left eye Of Scaua stucke the shaft be voide of feares The ligaments and opticke sinnewes teares That th' arrowes forked iron head did stay And kick'd the shaft with his owne eye away So if a Libyan looped javelin peirce The side of a Pannonian beare more fierce Growne by her wound she wheeles her selfe about Eager to catch the dart and pull it out Which still turnes with her Scaeua's lookes now bore No fiercenesse all his face deform'd with gore A shout that reach'd the sky the Conquerers raise So little blood though drawne from Caesars face Could not haue joy'd them more But Scaeua now In his great heart suppressing this deepe woe With a milde looke that did no valour show Hold Countrey-men quoth he forbeare me now VVounds further not my death nor now neede I Moe weapons in but these pull'd out to dye Into the campe of Pompey carry me Doo 't for your generalls sake let Scaeua be Rather th' example now of Caesar left Then of a noble death Aulus be left These fained words of his vnhappily And did not the swords point against him see But as to seize him and his armes he ventures His throate the lightning sword of Scaeua enters His valour then by this one death renew'd VVax'd hot who ere dares thinke Scaeua subdu'd Thus let him rue quoth he if from this steele Pompey seeke peace let him to Caesar kneele Thought you me like your selues fearefull and base You loue not Pompey and the Senates cause As I loue death VVith that the dust rais'd high Gaue them all notice Caesars troopes were nigh And from wars shame did the Pompeyans free Lest a whole troope should haue bin thought to flee From Scaeua only VVhen the fight was done He fell and dy'd for fight when blood was gone Lent strength His friends taking him as he fallâ— Vpon their shoulders to his funeralls Are proud to beare him and that breast adore As if some sacred deity it bore Or
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
men so neere their end Trembled with frantike feare if fates doe lend Presaging mindes of future ills to men Romans that sojourn'd in Armenia then And Tyrian Gades and in what coast soere Or climate they abode lamented there Blaming their causelesse griefe and did not know Their losses in Pharsalia's overthrow An Augur sitting on a th'Euganean mount If fame record a truth where springs the fount Of foggy Aponus where Timauus does First part and thence in severall channells flowes This day quoth he the action 's in the height Pompey and Caesars impious armyes fight Whether Ioues thunder and divining stroke He had observ'd or how thicke aire did choake The jarring heavens or on the poles did looke Or in the firmament had found this fight By the Sunnes palenesse and starres mournefull light But nature sure did differently display From other dayes the sad Thessalian day And if all men had skilfull Augurs bin By all the world Pharsalia had bin seene Greatest of men whose fates through the earth extend Whom all the gods haue leasure to attend These acts of yours to all posterity Whether their owne great fame shall signifie Or that these lines of mine haue profited Your mighty names these wars when they are read Shall stir th' affections of the readers minde Making his wishes and vaine feares inclin'd As to a thing to come not past and guide The hearts of all to favour Pompey's side Pompey descending downe the hill displayes His troopes reflecting rising Phoebus rayes Not rashly ore the fields in order good And marshall'd well the haplesse army stood The left wing first was Lâ—ntulus his care With the first â—egion then the best in war And fourth Thou stout Domitius lead'st the right Valiant though still vnfortunate in fight In the maine battell with his warlike bands Brought lately from Cilicia Scipio stands VVell fortify'd heere vnder a command A gâ—nerâ—ll first in Affâ—cks scorched land But all along the swift Enipeus side The loose-rain'd troopes of Ponticke horsemen ride And mountaniers of Cappadocia Vpon the dryer fields in rich array Doe the earths Monarchs Kings and Tetrarchs stand And all the states that Roman swords command Thither from Libya came Numidians Iâ—grâ—as arâ—hers Crete's Cydonians Fâ—iâ—ce Gaules there fought against their wonted foe Theâ—e warlike Spaniards their short shields did show The Conquerer of all triumphs now depriue And let no people this sad war surviue Caesar that day dislodging to provide For corne was marching out when he espy'd The foes descending downe the champâ—on field And that so often wisht-for â—ay behâ—ld That on one chance of war should set the maine Sâ—â—ke of delay and covetous of reigne In this small tract of time condemn'd had he The civill war as a slow villany But when fates falling ruine shake he saw And both their fortunes to a tryall draw His wondrous loue of sword some languishment Gan feele his minde though ever confident Of good successe now doubts from feare his owne As Pompey fortunes from presumption Did keepe his minde at last exiling feares With confidence he cheeres his souldiers Braue souldiers the worlds aw Caesars estate That lay of fight is come which we from fate So oft haue begg'd oh doe not now desire But by your valours fortunes aide acquire What Caesar is lyes in your hands alâ—ne This is the day which passing Rubicon Was pâ—omist me in hope of which we stirr'd And our forbidden triumphs haue differr'd This is the day that shall restore to you Children and wiues and shares of land bestow Free'd from wars duties this the day that tryes Wiâ—ness'd by fate whose cause the juster is This field the conquer'd side shall guilty make If you with fire and sword haue for my sake Assaulted Rome now fight like souldiers And free your swords from guilt no hand in wars Is pure in both sides iudgement nor for me Fight you alone but that your selues may be Free lords of all the world I for mine owne Content could liue in a Plebejan gowne Or be in any state so you obteine A perfect freedome by my envy reigne Nor with much blood shall all the world be bought But youths of Greece in schooles of wrestling taught Base sluggish spirits that never armes did beare And mixt Barbarian troopes are standing there That when the armies joyne will nere abide The trumpets sound nor showtes of their owne side In civill war few hands alas shall fight Most of the blowes vpon Romes foes shall light And rid the world of well-spar'd people goe Breake through those dastard nations and orethrow The world at your first onset make it knowne That all those nations which so oft were showne In Pompey's triumphs are not worthy prou'd Of one poore triumph Arâ— th' Armenians moov'd Thinke you what Generall shall Rome obtaine With least bloods losse would the Barbarians gaine A soveraignety for Pompey they abhor All Romans as their lords and hate those more Whom they haue knowne The trust of my affaires To friends whose valour through so many wars In France I haue beheld does fortune now Commit what souldiers sword doe not I know And when through th' aire a trembling pile is sent I le truely tell you from what arme it went Those signes I see that nere your Generall fail'd Feirce lookes and threatning eyes you haue prevail'd Me thinkes the rivers swell'd with blood I see And at your feete the slaughtered bodyes ly Of Kings and Senators nations to day Swim in this bloody field But I delay My fortunes in detaining from the field Your forward spirits pardon me though I yeild A while to pleasing hope I nere did see The gods so liberall and so speedily But one fields distance from our wish are we What Kings and nations are possest of now When this field 's fought is Caesars to bestow O gods what stars what influence of the sky Has given so great a power to Thessaly This day allots the punishmâ—nt or gaines Of all our wars thinke vpon Caesars chaines His wrackes and gibbets thinke you see this face These quarter'd limmes stand in the market place Remember Sylla in the field of Mars For ' gainst a Syllane Generall are our wars My care 's for you this hand shall free mine owne Who ere lookes backe before the day be won Shall see me fall on mine owne sword and dy You gods whose cares are drawne downe from the sky By Romes dissentions let him Conquerer be That to the Conquer'd meanes no cruelty And thinkes his countrymen haue not in ought Misdone because against his side they fought When Pompey in a narrow place had shut Your helpelesse valour vp how did he glut His sword with blood but this I beg of you Souldiers let no man wound a flying foe Account him still your countreyman that flyes But while they stand in fight let not your eyes Be moov'd with piety though in that place Your fathers stood but with your swords deface Their reverend lookes Who ere has
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
and vnknowne If thou hadst beene not first but onely seat Of wicked war Oh giue vs leaue to hate This guilty land ye gods why doe you staine The world t'absolue it so the blood in Spaine Sicilian seas Mutina Leucas spilt Has quite absolv'd Philippi fields from guilt FINIS Libri Septims Annotations on the seventh Booke a The same day when this great Pharsalian field was fought an Augur C. Cornelius being then at Padua observing his rules of augury told vnto them that stood by him the very instant when the battell beganne and going aâ—aine to his art returned as it were inspired and cryes out with a loud voice Caesar the day is thine b This Chrastinus was an old Souldier of Caesars army and now Emeritus that is free'd from the duties of the war but for loue of Caesar served in this war a voluntary he desiring to giue the onset spake thus to Caesar I hope Caesar this day so to behaue my selfe that thou shalt thanke me either aliue or dead he was slaine runne through the mouth c When Caesar perceived that his horsemen could not withstand the force of Pompeys horsemen and archers he drew foorth 3000 men which for that purpose hee had placed in the right wing they with such fury assaulted Pompeys horsemen that they all fled after whose flight all the archers wanting their defence were without resistance slaine d Marcus Brutus was there fighting in Plebeian armour and scaped the knowledge of Caesars souldiers This was that Brutus that ioyning afterward with Cassius was with him Vanquished in the Philippian fields by Octavius and Antonius after which battell all hope of Roman liberty was for ever lost e L. Domitius was by the Senates decree to succeede Caesar in the government of France In this warre taking Pompeys side he was at Corfinium by his owne souldiers brought bound to Caesar and by him pardoned afterward in Massilla he was vanquished by D. Brutus Caesars Lieutenant and fled LVCANS Pharsalia The Eight Booke The Argument Through devious deserts vanquish'd Pompey flyes And sailes to Lesbos whence with weeping eyes He takes his wife In severall flying fleetes Sextus and other Roman Lords he meetes Deiotarus the Gallogracian King Is sent to great Arsacides to bring To aide of Pompey's side the Parthian bowes The Lords consult where to retire and chose Aegypts base shore Th'vnthankefull king betrayes Old Pompey comming and before the face Of Sextus and Cornelia ere he lands By base Achillas and Septimius hands Great Pompey dyes By night poore Codrus comes And on the shore his halfe burnt trunke entombes Without the head The author doth inveigh ' Gainst treachereous Aegypt and base Ptolemey ORe woody Tempe and th' Herculian straits Following th'Aemonian woods desert retreâ—ts Though farre about great Pompey rode his steede Quite spent past helpe of spurre had lost his speede Through devious wayes he turnes and leaues behinde No tracke of his vncertaine flight the winde Filling the shaken woods with murmuring noises Made him afraide and his owne followers voices That rode behinde and by him For although Fall'n from his height of former fortunes now He thinkes his blood set at no vulgar rate But as high priz'd still mindfull of his fate By Caesar as himselfe for Caesars head Would giue But through the deserts as he fled His presence and majestike face deny'd A safe concealement many as they hy'd Vnto his camâ—e and had not heard his fall Stood in amaze to meete their generall VVondring at fortunes turnes and scarse is he Beleft relating his owne misâ—ry He grieuâ—s that any his low state should see And wishes rather in all lands to be Vnknowne and through the world obscurely goe But fortunes ancient favour brings this woe His present sinking state more to depresse By honours weight and former happinesse Now he perceiues he did too early clime Blames his triumphant youth in Sylla's time And grieues to thinâ—e vpon in these sad dayes His Ponticke lauâ—â—ll or Pyratickâ— bayes So too long age greâ—t'st happinesse destroyes And life surviving Empire former joyes Breede greife vnlesse wiâ—h them our end be sent Aâ—d timely death ensuing wors prevent Let none but with a minde prepar'd to dy Dare to adventure on prosperity Now to the shore be came where Peneus ran Red with Pharsalia's slaughter to the maine There a a small barke vnfit for seas and windes Scarse safe in shallowest rivers Pompey findes And goes aboord He with whose navyes oares Even yet Corcyra shakes and Leucas shoares That tam'd Cicilia and Liburnia Goes fearfull now in a small barke to sea To Lesbos shore his sailes commanded are By thee Cornelia conscious of his care VVhere thou then lay'st far more with sorrow fill'd Then if th'hadst bin in dire Pharsalia's field Thy carefull breast still sad presages shake And feares thy restlesse slumbers still awake Each night presents Thessalia when night 's done To th' shore and sea orehanging rockes begone VVith woe to veiw the Oceans face she hyes And still all ships that come she first espyes But dares aske nothing of her husbands state Lo now a ship that comes alas what fate It brings thou knowst not but behold thy feares Thy cares whole summe thy vanquisht lord appeares Himselfe the sad relater of wars crime VVhy now lament'st thou not thus loosing time VVhen thou may'st weepe thou fear'st the ship drawne nigh She runs and sees the crime of destiny Pompey palefac'd his hoary haires hung downe Ore his sad brow his garments squallid growne Then greife contracts her soule a suddaine night Invades her sense and reaues her eyes of light Her nerue-forsaken joynts all faile cold is Her heart deceiv'd with hope of death she lyes But Pompey landed searches the shores side VVhom when Cornelia's maids now neere espy'd They durst not on fates cruelty complaine More then with silent sighs striving in vaine To lift their lady vp whom in his armes Great Pompey takes and with embraces warmes Her key-cold breast But when the fled blood fills Her outward parts Husbands hand she feeles And better brookes his visage he forbid Her veild to fate and thus her sorrow chid VVhy is thy noble strength of courage broke VVoman descended from so great a stocke By the first wound of fate thou hast the way To purchase fame that never shall decay Thy sexes praise springs not from war or state But faithfull loue to an vnhappy mate Aduance thy thoughts and let thy piety Contend with fortune loue me now cause I Am conquerd sweete 't is more true praise for thee To loue me thus when all authority The sacred Senate and my Kings are gone Begin to loue thy Pompey now alone That griefe extreame thy husband yet aliue Becomes thee not thou shouldst that sorrow giue To my last funeralls thou art bereft Of nothing by this war thy Pompey 's left Aliue and safe his fortunes onely gone 'T is that thou wail'st and that thou lovd'st alone Chid by her Husband thus by
Leading fierce nations ' gainst the walls of Rome Following those Eagles that slaine Crassus lost That only King that from th' Aemathian a host Was absent fortune did his favour guide Will he provoke the Conquerers strong side And joyne with vanquisht Pompey thinke you no We haue no cause to trust that nation so The people all borne in the Northren cold Are lovers of the war hardy and bold But in the East and Southerne climes the heat Of gentle aire makes them effoeminate Their men soft cloathing and loose garments weare Parthians vpon the Median fields and where Along Sarmaâ—ian plaines swift Tigris flowes By liberty of flight can by no foes Be vanquished but where the earth does swell Ore craggy hills they cannot clime so well Nor in darke places can they vse the bow Nor dare they swim torrents that swiftly flow Nor in the field with blood all over dy'd Dare they the dust and Summer Sunne abide No rams nor engines can the Parthian vse Nor fill the trenches vp when he pursues What ere is arrow-profe serues for a wall Slight are their waâ—s their fights like flyings all They stragling fight apter to fly then stand Their arrowes venom'd are nor close at hand Dare they maintaine a fight far off with bowes They shoot and where it lists the wind bestowes Their wounâ—s but fight of sword does strength requireâ— All manly nations the sword-fight desire At the first on set they'll disarmed be And when their quivers are exhaust must flee Their trust in poyson is not in their hands Think'st thou them men Pompey that dare not stand Without such helpes the hazard of a fight Can such base aide be worth so long a flight For thee so far from thine owne land to dy And vnder barbarous earth entomb'd to ly In a base monument yet such a one As will he envy'd Crassus having none Thy state is not so pitifull for death Nor fear'd by men ends all but losse of breath Vnder that wicked King Cornelia feares not The Venus of those barbarous courts who heares not Which like bruit beasts all wedlocks rites exile And with wiues numberlesse all lawes defile Th' incestuous beds abhorred secrets ly Ope to a thousand concubines rais'd high With wine and banqueting the King refraines No lawlesse lust though nere so full of staines Th' embraces of so many women can Not all the night tire one insatiate man In Kings incestuous beds their sisters ly And mothers which should names vnstained be Oâ—dipus wofull tale condemns alone Thebes of a crime though ignorantly done But there how often does the Parthian King Arsacides from such foule incest spring What can be wickednesse to him that may Defile his mother shall Cornelia Metellus noble progeny be led The thousand'th wife to a Barbarians bed Yet none more often will the tyrant vse Then her her husbands titles will infuse A scornefull lust and which will please him more He 'll know that she was Crassus wife before And comes as fate did her to Parthia ow A captiue for that former overthrow Thinke on that slaughter 't will not only bring Shame to haue begg'd aide from that fatall King But to haue made a civill war before For what will Caesar and thy selfe be more Accus'd by all then that while you two fought There could for Crassus no revenge be wrought ' Gainst Parthia all our armyes should haue gone And that no strength might want from garrison Our Northren lands should haue bin free'd each one Till treacherous â—usa and proud Babylon Had fall'n for tombes vpon our slaughter'd men Of Parthian peace fortune we beg an end And if Thessalia end the civill war Against the Parthian send thy Conquerer Of all the world I should rejoyce alone At Caesar's triumphs ore that nation When thou the cold Araxis streams hast crost Shall not the slaughter'd Crassus mourning ghost Vpbraide thee thou whom our vnbury'd ghosts Long since expected with revenging hosts Com'st thou to sue for peace besides thine eyes Sad monuments of Roman tragoedyes Shall greete the walls on which our Captaines heads Were fixt where bodyes of our souldiers dead Euphrates swallow'd and swift Tigris streame Rowl'd backe againe to earth If thou to them Canst sue why Pompey doest thou scorne to pray To Caesar sitting in Thessalia Looke rather vpon Romes confederates And if thou doe suspect the Southerne states And Iuba's falsehood goe to Ptolomey Aegypt by Lybian quickesands Westerly Is guarded on the East fall Niles seven floods To th' sea a land content with her owne goods A land that needes nor raine nor merchandise So much on only Nilus she relyes Young Ptolemey reignes there that owes his crowne To thee once left to thy tuition Feare not the shadow of a name no hurt Can be in tender yeares in an old court Let not religion faith or trust be sought Men vs'd to scepters are asham'd of nought The mildest governement a kingdome findes Vnder new kings This speech quite turn'd their minds How are despairing states most free and bold Pompey's opinion is by all controll'd They leaue Cilicia and to Cyprus mooue Their course No land does Venus better loue Still mindfull of her birth if we at all Thinke gods were borne or had originall Pompey departing thence his course gan bend Round all the Cyprian rocks that Southward tend And got into the enterposed maine Nor by the nights weake light could he attaine Mount Casius but with strugling sailes and strength A lower port of Aegypt reach'd at length Where parted Nilus greatest channell flowes And to the Ocean at Pelusium goes That time was come wherein just Libra weighes The howers and makes the nights aequall with dayes Then payes the winter nights howers which the spring Had tane away They hearing that the King Was at mount Casius thither make repaire The Sun yet was not downe the winde blew faire The sâ—outs along the shore post to the court And fill their fearefull eares with the report Of Pompey's comming though their time were small For counsell yet the Aegyptian monsters all Were met ' mongst whom Achoreus began Whom age taught modesty a milde old man Him superstitious Memphys that observ'd Th' encrease of Nile brought forth while he had serv'd At the gods altars not one Apis liv'd Fiue changes of the Moone his speech reviv'd The sacred league of Ptolomey's dead father And Pompey's merits but Photinus rather A counseller for tyrants with base breath Durst thus presume to counsell Pompey's death Iustice and truth haue many guilty made Faith suffers Ptolomey when it would aide VVhom fortune hates joyne with the gods and fate And fly the wretched loue the fortunate Profit from honesty differs as far As does the sea from fire earth from a star Crownes loose their power whilest only good they doe Respect of right all strength does overthrow T is mischeifes freedome and th'vncurbed sword That does to hated crownes safety affoord No cruell actions vnlesse throughly done
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
Those Eagles which the Roman Consuls keepes Thus having spoke aboord the ship he leapes With all his company Romes fate had gone The people bent to slavery vpon The shore exclaime But from a sacred breast Cato to them at last these words exprest Fought you yong men with Caesars armyes hopes No more true Roman but Pompey an troopes To gaine a Lord since for no Lord you fight But liue to doe your selues not tyrants right Since your spent bloods can no mans rule procure But your owne safety you 'll not now endure The wars to liue in bondage you desire And for your slavish neckes a yoake require Your danger 's worthy now the cause is good Pompey perhaps might haue abus'd your blood And will you now when liberty 's so high To aiâ—le of Rome your swords and throates deny Of three Lords fortune now has left but one Aegypts base King and Parthian bowes haue done More for the lawes then you oh shame goe ye Base men and scornâ— the gift of Ptolomey Who will beleeue your hands could guilty be Of any blood he 'll rather thinke that ye Were the first men that from Pharsalia fled Goe then securely you haue merited Pardon in Caesar judgement not subdew'd By seidge or open force Oh servants lewd When your first master's dead his heir you 'll serue Why would you not more then your liues deserue And pardons ravish with you for a prey Metellus daughter Pompey's wife away And his two sonnes the gift of Aegypt's King Surpasse or could you to the tirant bring My head no small reward 't would render ye Then to good purpose haue you follow'd me On then and in our bloods your merit make T is slothfull treason a bare flight to take This speech of Cato straight recalls from seas Their flyng ships as when a swarme of Bees Their hony combâ—s and barren waxe forsake Nor hang in clusters now but singly take Their flight i th aire and tast not slouthfull growne The bitter Thyme at sound of brasse alone Amaz'd they leaue their flight againe approoue Their flowery taskes againe their hony loue Glad is the Shepheard on sweete Hybâ—aes bill To keepe the riches of his cottage still So Catoes speech on their affections wrought And them to patience of a war had brought And now their restlesse mindes with toile t'inure And teach them warlike laboures to endure VVith weary marches first their strength he tryes Along the sands their second labour is To scale Cyrenes lofty walls on whom Cato no vengeance tooke when overcome Though they against him shut their gates to him Revenge sufficient did their conquest seeme He thence to Libyan c Iubaes kingdome goes But there the Syrts did nature interpose Which Catoes dauntlesse virtue hopes to passe These Syrts when all the worlds first structure was Nature as doubtfull left twixt sea and land For neither sinke they quite like seas to stand Nor yet like land with shores repell the maine But doubtfull and vnpassable remaine A shelfe-spoil'd sea a water cover'd land Where sounding waues let in by sands command This part of nature Natures selfe disclam'd As a vaine worke and to no purpose fram'd Or once the deepe-drown'd Syrts were seas entire But burning Titan thence to feede his fire Drew vp those waues so neere the torrid zone And now the water holds contention With Phoebus drought which by continuance spent The Syrts will grow a solid continent For now their topps but shallow waters hide The fading sea decayes at every side When first the fleete began to launch from shore In his owne kingdome did blacke-Auster rore Whose blasts the sea from ship invasion keepe And from the Syrts far rowle the wavy deepe Or flatt the sea with throwne in heapes of sand Now the resistlesse windes the seas command Whose blasts of all spred sailes that fasten'd were To the maine-mast quite robb'd the marriner In vaine the shrowdes to winde so violent Deny their sailes beyond the ships extent Beyond the prow the swelled linnen 's blowne But where a man more provident was knowne That did his linnen to the saileyard ty He quite despoil'd of tackling presently Was overcome That fleete had far more ease Which on the deepe was tost with certaine seas But all those ships which had cut downe their masts T' avoide the fury of strong Austers blasts As then the winde against the tide did striue Against the winde the conquering tide did driue Some ships the sea forsakes whom straight the sands Vnseene surpâ—ise whose state now doubtfull stands Part of the ship vpon firme ground doth rest Part swimmes in water Now the sea 's opprest With flatts The sands assault the Ocean And though strong Auster driue the waues amaine They cannot master these high hills of sand On th' Oceans backe far from all countreys stand Heapes of dry dust not by the Ocean drown'd The wretched sailers though their ships on ground No shores can see Part of the fleete this shallow Detaines the greater part their â—udders follow And safe by flight by skillfull pylots aide Are to Tritomaes standing poole convay'd This poole they say that god esteemeth deare Whose shrill shell trumpet seas and shores doe heare This Pallas loues borne of the braine of Ioue Who first on Libya trode The heart doth proue This land next heauen she standing by the side Her face within the quiet water spy'd And gaue herselfe from the lov'd poole a name Tritonia Heere doth the silent streame Of darke oblivious Lethe gently fall That from hells Lethe takes originall The waking dragons charge is neare to these The once robb'd orchard of th' Hesperides To rob old times of credit the desire Is spite or truth from Poets to require A golden wood there was whose yellow trees Laden with wealthy fruit stood bow'd of these A dragon guardian was which never slept And the bright wood a troope of Virgins kept Hither Alcides comming did surprise The wealth and burden of those laden trees And leaving light their robbed boughs did bring Those glittering apples to th' Argolian King Part of the fleete got off from hence againe And from the Syrâ—es driven did remaine Vnder great Pompey's eldest sonnes command On this side Garamant is in rich land But Catoes vertue brooking no delay Through vnknowne regions lead his troopes away T' encompasse round the Syrts by land for now The stormy seas vnnavigable grow In winter time but stormes desired are To coole the temper of the sweltring aire They feaâ—e no cold in Libya's scorched clime Nor too much heat because in winter time Entring these barren sands thus Cato spake You that haue follow'd me souldiers and make Freedome your only safety settle now Your mindes with constancy to vndergoe Vertues great worke We march ore barren fields Ore Sun-burnt regions where no fountaine yeilds Water enough where Titans heate abounds And killing serpents smeare the parched grounds Hard wayes but whom their falling countrey's cause Through pâ—ths vnknowne and
first they saw fierce Lions crosse their way Leptis was neer'st which quiet harbour lent Their winter free from heat and stormes they spent Now Caesar with Pharsaliaes slaughter cloy'd Leaving all other cares his thoughts employ'd In the poursuite of Pompey and was brought VVhen he his steps by land had vainely sought By fames report to sea and passed ore The Thracian straights and that loue-famed shore VVhere once faire Heroes wofull turret stood VVhere Helles traâ—oeâ—y new-nam'd the flood No arme of sea bounds with a streame so small Asia from Europe though Propontis fall Narrow into the â—uxine sea and from Purple Chalcedon part Byzantiâ—m Thence goes to see renown'â— Sigaean sands The streame of Simois and Rhaetaean lands Faâ—â—'d for the Graeâ—ian worthyeâ— tombe wherely Great ghosts so much in debt to Poetry Sack'd Troyes yet honour'd name he goes about To finde th' old wall of great Apollo out Now fruitlesse trees old oakes with putrify'd And rotten râ—otes the Trojan houâ—es hide And temples of their gods all Troy's orespred VVith bushes thiâ—ke hâ—r ruines ruined He seâ—s the bridall groue Anâ—hises lodg'd Hesiones rocke the caue where Paris iudg'd VVhere nimph Oenone play'd â—he place so fam'd For Ganimedes rape each stone is nam'd A little gliding streame which Xanthus was Vnknowne he past and in the lofty grasse Securely trode a Phrygian straight forbid Him â—râ—ade on Hectors dust with ruines hid The stone retain'd no sacred memory Respect you not great Hectors tombe quoth he Oh great and sacred worke of Poesy That freest from fate and giv'st eternity To mortall wights but Caesar envy not Their living names if Roman muses ought May promise thâ—e while Homer's honoured By future tâ—mes shall thou and I be read No age shall vs with darke oblivion staine But our Pharsalia ever shall remaine Then Caesar pleas'd with sight of these so prais'd Antiquities a greene turfe-alter rais'd And by the frankincense-fed fire prepar'd These orizons not vaine you gods that guard These Heroes dust and in Troyes ruines reigne Aeneas houshold gods that still mainteine In Alba and Lavinia your shrines Vpon whose altars fire yet Trojan shines Thou sacred temple clos'd Palladium That in the sight of man did'st never come The greatest heire of all Iulus race Here in your former seate implores your grace And pious incense on your altars layes Prosper my course and thankefull Rome shall raise Troyes walls againe your people I le restore And build a Roman Troy This said to shore He hasts takes shipping and to Corus lends His full-spread sailes with hast to make amends For these delayes and with a prosperous winde Leaues wealthy Asia and faire Rhodes behinde The VVestwinde blowing still the seaventh night Discovers Aegypts shore by Pharian light But ere they reach the harbour day appeares And dimmes the nightly fires when Caesar heares Strange tumults on the shore noises of men And doubtfull murmurings and fearing then To trust himselfe at land stâ—yes in his fleete VVhom straight Achillas launches forth to meete Bringing his Kings dire gift great Pompey's head VVith an Aegyptian mantle covered And thus his crime with impious words to grace Lord of the world greatest of Roman race And now secure which yet thou doest not know In Pompey's death my King doth heere bestow VVhat only wanted in Pharsalia's field And what thy wars and travells end will yeild VVe in thy absence finish'd civill war For Pompey heere desiring to repaire Thessalia's ruines by our sword lyes slaine By this great pledge Caesar we seeke to gaine Thy loue and in his blood our league to make Heere without bloodshed Aegypts kingdome take Take all Niles fertile regions and receiue VVhat ever thou for Pompey's head would'st giue Thinke him a freind worthy thine armes to haue To whom the fates such power ore Pompey gaue Nor thinke his merit cheape since brought to passe VVith easy slaughter his old freind he was And to his banish'd father did restore The crowne of Aegypt But why speake I more Finde thou a name for this great worke of his Or aske the world if villany it is The more thou ow'st to him that from thee tooke This act of villany Thus having spoke Straight he vncovers and presents the head VVhose scarse-knowne lookes pale death had altered Caesar at first his gift would not refuse Nor turne his eyes away but fixtly veiwes Till he perceiv'd 't was true and plainely saw 'T was safe to be a pious father in law Then shed forc'd teares and from a joyfull breast Drew sighs and grones as thinking teares would best Conceale his inward joy so quite orethrowes The tyrants merit and doth rather choose To weepe then ow to him for Pompey's head He that on slaughter'd Senators could tread And see the blood-stain'd fields of Thessaly Dry-ey'd to thee alone durst not deny The tribute of his eyes Strange turne of fate Weep'st thou for him whom thou with impious hate Caesar so long pursu'dst could not the loue Of Daughter Nephew not aliance mooue Think'st thou among those people that bewaile Great Pompey's death these teares can ought availe Perchance thou envy'st Ptolomeys dire fact And griev'st that any had the power to act This but thy selfe that the revenge of war Was lost and taken from the conquerer What cause so ever did thy sorrow mooue It was far distant from a pious loue Was this the cause that thy pursuite did draw Ore land and sea to saue thy sonne in law 'T was well sad fortune tooke the doome from thee And spar'd so far a Roman modesty As not to suffer thee false man to giue Pardon to him or pity him aliue Yet to deceiue the world and gaine beleife Thou add'st a language to thy fained greife Thy bloody present from our presence beare For worse from Caesar then slaine Pompey here Your wickednesse deserues the only meede Of civill warre to spare the conquered We loose by this and did not Ptolomey His sister hate I could with ease repay This gift of his and for so blacke a deede Returne his sister Cleopatras head Why wag'd he secret war or why durst he Thus thrust his sword into our worke did we By our Pharsalian victory afford Your King this power or license Aegypts sword I brook'd not Pompey to beare share with me In rule of Rome and shall I Ptolomey All nations joyned in our war in vaine If any other power on earth remaine But Caesar now if any land serue two VVe were determin'd from your shore to goe But fame forbid vs lest we should seeme more To feare then hate dire Aegypts bloody shore And doe not thinke you haue deceived me To vs was meant such hospitality And 't was our fortune in Thessaliaes war That frees this head VVith greater danger far Then could be feard we fought I fear'd the doome Of banishment the threats of wrathfull Rome And Pompey's force but had I fled I see My punishment had come from Ptolomey VVe spare his age and
now command As Pompey's once and by a faithfull hand To sterne Achillas this dire message send VVho shar'd with him in murder'd Pompey's end Whom the weake King against himselfe and all Trusts with a strength his forces generall Thou on thy downy bed securely snort Whilest Cleopatra hath surpris'd the court Pharos it not betray'd but given away Hast thou though all alone this match to stay Th' incestuous sister shall her brother wed Caesar already has enjoy'd her bed Twixt those two husbands Aegypt is her owne And Rome her hire for prostitution Haue Cleopatra's sorcerves beguild Old Caesars breast and shall we trust a childe Who if one night incestuously embrac'd The beastly pleasures of her bed he tast Cloath'd with the name of marriage twixt each kisse He giues my head and thine the gibbet is Our fortune if he finde his sister sweete Hâ—pe we no aide from any side to meete The King her husband her adulterer Caesar and we I grant both guilty are In Cleopatras sight where t will appeare Crime great enough that we are chast from her Now by that crime which we together did And lost and by the league we ratifi'd In Pompey's blood I pray be speedy here Fill on the suddaine all with war and feare Let blood breake off the marriage night and kill Our cruell Queene whose armes so ere she fill In bed to night Not feare we Caesars sate That which advanc'd him to this height of state The fall of Pompey was our glory too Behold the shore and learne what we can doe Our micheifes hope behold the bloody'd waue And in the dust great Pompey's little graue Scarse covering all his limms Hee whom we feare Was but his peere But we ignoble are In blood all one we stir no forreine state Nor King to aide but our owne prosperous fate To mischeife bring and still into our hands Fortune delivers them see ready stands Another nobler sacrifice then he This second blood appeases Italy The blood of Caesar will those staines remoue Which Pompey's murder stucke and make Rome loue Those hands she once thought guilty Feare not than His fame and strength hee 's but a private man His army absent This one night shall end The civill war and to whole nations send A sacrifice t' appease their ghosts bestow And pay the world that head which fates doe ow. Goe confidently then ' gainst Caesars throat For Ptolomey let Aegypts souldiers doo 't The Romans for themselues But stay not thou He 's high with wine and fit for Venus now Doe but attempt the gods on thee bestow Th' effect of Brutus and graue Catoes vow Achillas prone to follow such advise Drawes out his army straight in secret wise Without loud signalls given or trumpets noise Their armed strength he suddainely imployes The greatest part were Roman souldiers there But so degenerate and b chang'd they were With forreine discipline that voide of shame Vnder a barbarous slaues command they came Who should disdaine to serue proud Aegypts King No faith nor piety those hirelings bring That follow campes where greatest pay is had There 's greatest right for money they invade Not for their owne just quarrell Caesars throat Oh wickednesse within what land has not Our Empires wretched fate found civill war Those troopes remoov'd from Thessaly so far Rage Roman-like heere vpon Nilus shore What durst the house of Lagus venture more Had they receiv'd great Pompey but each hand Performes that office which the gods command Each Roman hand helpe to this war must lend The gods were so dispos'd Romes state to rend Nor now doth Caesars or great Pompey's loue Divide the people or their factions moue This civill war Achillas vndertakes A barbarous slaue a Roman faction makes And had not fates protected Caesars blood This side had won in time both ready stood The court in feasting drown'd did openly To any treason and then easily Might they haue tane at table Caesars head His blood amid'st the feasting gobblets shed But in the night tumultuous war they feare Promiscuous slaughter rul'd by chance lost there Their King might fall so confident they are Of their owne strength they hasten not but spare So great an actions opportunity Slaues thinke differring Caesars death to be A reparable losse Till day breake light His execution is put off One night To Caesars life Protinus power could giue Till Titan shew his rising face to liue Now on mount Casius Lucifer appear'd With hot though infant day had Aegypt chear'd When from the wall they veiw'd those troopes afar March on well ranck'd and marshall'd for a war Not in loose maniples but ready all To stand or giue a charge The city wall Caesar distrusts and shuts the pallace too So poore a seidge enforc'd to vndergoe Nor all the house can his small strength maintaine One little part great Caesar can containe Whilest his great thoughts both feare and anger beare He feares assaults and yet disdaines to feare So in small traps a noble Lyon caught Rages and bites his scorned goale with wrath So would fierce Vulcane rage could any stop Sicilian Aetnas fiery cavernes top He that in dire Pharsalian fields of late In a bad cause presum'd on prosperous fate And feared not the Senates hoast nor all The Roman Lords nor Pompey generall Fear'd a slaues war he heere assaulted tooke A house whom Sythians bold dust neere provoke Th' Alani fierce nor Mauritanians hot Which fast-bound strangers barbarously shoote He whom the Roman world could not suffice Nor all that twixt the Gades and India lyes Like a weake boy seekes lurking holes alone Or woman in a late surprised towne Nor hopes for safety but in keeping close And through each roome with steps vncertaine goes But not without the King him he retaines About his person still his life he meanes Shall the revenge and expiation be Of his owne fate thy head ô Ptolomey He meanes to throw for want of darts or fire Against thy servants as Medea dire VVhen her pursuing Sires revenge she fled Stood arm'd against her little brothers head To stay her Sire But desperate fate so nigh Enforced Caesar tearmes of peace to try A courtier from the absent King is sent To checke his men and know this wars entent But there the law of Nations could obtaine No power their Kings Embassadour is slaine Treating of peace to adde one horrid crime O monstrous Aegypt to thy impious clime Impious Pharnaces Pontus Thessaly Nor Spaine nor Iubaes far-spread monarchy Nor barbarous Syrtis durst attempt to doe VVhat heere â—ffaeminate Aegypt reaches too The war on every side growes dangerous And showres of falling darts even shake the house No battring ram had they to force the wall Nor any engine fit for war at all Nor vs'd they fire the skillesse people run Through the vast pallace scatter'd vp and downe And vse their joyned strength no where at all The fates forbid and fortune's Caesars wall But where the gorgeous pallace
Sword-players to meete they hate by faction This said in open field he leades them on Whom the warres fortune meaning to deceiue After at first does prosperously receiue For Varus he defeated following on Their flying backes in execution Even to the campe When Iuba first did know Of this sad field and Varus overthrow Glad that the glory of the war did stay For him by stealth he leade his troupes away And without noise commanding silence goes Fearing he should be feared of his foes Sabura next in honour to the King With a small troope is sent before to bring Curio on by provocation As if the war were left to him alone Himselfe with all his kingdomes strength below Keepes in the valley The Ichneumon so Provoking by his tailes deceitfull shade Th' Aegyptian Aspe dooes at the last invade Free'd from the deadly venoms danger quite The sâ—rpents throate stretch'd out in vaine to meete A slying shade out the lost poison goes And all about the Aspes jawes vainely flowes Fortune assists this fraud fierce Curio Descrying not the strength of his hid foe Enâ—oines his horsemen all to issue out By night and range the vnknowne fields about And after them himselfe by breake of day With all his Eagles spread marches away Much but in vaine entreated to suspect Libyan deceite and fraudes that still infect The Punicke warres but to his funerall Fate gaue him vp and civill war did call Her author on ore rockes and mountaines high They march when on the hill from farre they spy The foe who cunning seemes to flye away Till he haue set his battells in array Vnder the hill this Curio did not know But thought it flight and like a conquerour now Brings forth his troopes into the open plaine Then first discover'd they this guilefull trainâ— The seeming-fled Numidians they espy'd On the hills tops enclosing every side Curio and his lost troopes astonisht quite The fearefull could not flye the valiant fight The horses now not feirce attrumpets sound Chaw not their foamng bitts beate not the ground Spread not their manes nor doe their eares advance Nor with their wonted spright curyet and prance Their sweating shoulders fum'd their tir'd necks hung And their dry'd mouth thrust out their weary tongue Their breasts and throates hoarse with oft blowing grew Their heavy pulse far their spent bowels drew The fomings dry and hote grew hard vpon The bloody bits no strokes could force them on Nor often spurrings make them mend their speed Wounds make them goe to hasten on the steed Bootes not the rider for the weary horse In comming on wants courage strength and force He onely brings his Rider to the foes And does his breast to all their speares expose But when the Lybian horse came coursing nigh The ground did shake and clouds of dust did flie As great as Thracian whirlewinds blow about Ore the skies cover'd face and darkenesse wrought But when warres miserable fate did fall Vpon the foot no doubtfull field at all Was fought the battell in that time was done That men could die for forth they could not run To make their flight enclos'd on every side From far by darts directly throwne they dy'd Obliquely neere not wounds alone they feele Orewhelm'd with stormes of darts weight of steele Pent vp in a straight roome the army 's kept Those that for feare neer'st to the middle crept Amongst their fellowes swords are not secure For the forefront not able to endure The foes assault slept backe and straighter made The Globe no roome to weild their armes they had Their crowded limmes are prest one armed breast Against another driven to death is prest The conquering Mauritanian could not haue So glad a spectacle as fortune gaue He saw no bodies fall no streames of blood Kept so by crowde vpright the bodies stood Let Fortune this new parentation make For hated Carthages dire spirits sake Let bloody Hanniball and Punicke ghosts Of this sad Roman expiation boast Let not in Lybia gods a Roman fall For Pompey or the Senate make at all Vs rather for her selfe let Affrica Conquer his men ore'throwne when Curio saw And the dust lay'd with blood gaue leaue to see Scorning t'out-liue such a calamity Or hope in flight he meete his death to dye Forward and valiant by necessity What now availes thy place and troubled barres From whence a Tribune to seditious wars Thou stirr'dst the people and the Senates right Betray'dst and could'st to civill war encite The sonne and father in law thy death is wrought Before these Lords haue in Pharsalia fought To see that field is not permitted thee This satisfaction in your bloods giue ye Great ones to wretched Rome and pay for war Oh happy Rome and Romans happyer far Would but the gods aboue as carefull be To keepe as to revenge our liberty Vnburied Curio's noble flesh is food For Libyan birds but since t' will doe no good To conceale that which from times injury Fame still will vindicate wee 'll giue to thee The praise that to thy life dooes appertaine Rome never nurtur'd a more able man Nor one to whom whilest good the lawes ow'd more But vice then hurt our city when the store Of wealth Ambition Riot had declin'd To the worst part his yet vnsetled minde And changed Curio the states fate controul'd Brib'd by the spoiles of France and Caesars gold Though potent Sylla and fierce Marius Cinna and Caesars line got rule ore vs By sword to whom did such power ever fall This man sold Rome the other bought it all FINIS Libri quarts Annotations on the fourth Booke a For this conquest much avayled Caesar having quieted Spaine he might securely prosecute the rest of the war having debarr'd Pompey of those legions on which he most relyed this conquest cost little blood for Afranius and Petreius forced by famine yeilded to Caesar b Afranius and Petreius with aequall power with mutuall loue and care governed fiue legions for Pompey in Spaine and chose Ilerda by the appointment of Pompey as a convenient seate for the war c The Celtae leaving France and passing the Pyrenâ—an mountaines seated themselues by the river Iberus and were called Celtâ—beri d Cinga falling into Iber looses his name to Iber which also giues name to all Spaine e Afranius and Petreius when Caesar's horsemen had stopped their wayes of forraging and fetching in Corne and withall frighted because many cities in that part had revolted to Caesar and the rest were like to follow their example resâ—lved to transserre the war into Celtiberia which remained yet in the friendship of Pompey at having received great benefits from him in the Sertorian war besides they supposed that the fame of Caesar was yet more obscure among those barbarous people therefore at the third watch they secretly dislâ—dged and passing over the river Sicoris they marched with speede toward Iberus When Caesar by his scouts vnderstood this and hearing that beyond there were mountainous strait and