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death_n	bear_v	father_n	son_n	4,059	5	4.9612	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00389	Lucans first booke translated line for line, by Chr. Marlovv.; Pharsalia. English & Latin. 1600	Lucan, 39-65.; Blount, Edward, fl. 1588-1632.; Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.; Thorpe, Thomas, 1570?-1635?	1600 (1600)	STC 16883.5; ESTC S94045	11,895	29

towne with one poore church set them at oddes Caesars and Pompeys iarring loue soone ended T' was peace against their wils betwixt them both Stept Crassus in euen as the slender Jsthmos Betwixt the Aegean and the Ionian sea Keepes each from other but being worne away They both burst out and each incounter other So when as Crassus wretched death who stayd them Had fild Assirian Carras wals with bloud His losse made way for Roman outrages Parthians y'afflict vs more then ye suppose Being conquered we are plaugde with ciuil war Swords share our Empire fortune that made Roome Gouerne the earth the sea the world it selfe Would not admit two Lords for Julia Snatcht hence by cruel fates with ominous howles Bare downe to hell her sonne the pledge of peace And all bands of that death presaging aliance Iulia had heauen giuen thee longer life Thou hadst restrainde thy headstrong husbands rage Yea and thy father to and swords thrown down Made all shake hands as once the Sabines did Thy death broake amity and trainde to war These Captaines emulous of each others glory Thou feard'st great Pompey that late deeds would dim Olde triumphs and that Caesars conquering France Would dash the wreath thou wearst for Pirats wracke Thee wars vse stirde and thoughts that alwaies scorn'd A second place Pompey could bide no equall Nor Caesar no superior which of both Had iustest cause vnlawful t is to iudge Each side had great partakers Caesars cause The gods abetted Cato likt the other Both differ'd much Pompey was strooke in yeares And by long rest forgot to manage armes And being popular sought by liberal gifts To gaine the light vnstable commons loue And ioyed to heare his Theaters applause He liu'd secure boasting his former deeds And thought his name sufficient to vphold him Like to a tall oake in a fruitfull field Bearing old spoiles and conquerors monuments Who though his root be weake and his owne waight Keepe him within the ground his armes al bare His body not his boughs send forth a shade Though euery blast it nod and seeme to fal When all the woods about stand bolt vp-right Yet he alone is held in reuerence Caesars renowne for war was lesse he restles Shaming to striue but where he did subdue When yre or hope prouokt heady bould At al times charging home making hauock Vrging his fortune trusting in the gods Destroying what withstood his proud desires And glad when bloud ruine made him way So thunder which the wind teares from the cloudes With cracke of riuen ayre and hideous sound Filling the world leapes out and throwes forth fire Affrights poore fearefull men and blasts their eyes With ouerthwarting flames and raging shoots Alongst the ayre and not resisting it Falls and returnes and shiuers where it lights Such humors stirde them vp but this warrs seed Was euen the same that wrack's all great dominions When fortune made vs lords of all wealth flowed And then we grew licencious and rude The soldiours pray and rapine brought in ryot Men tooke delight in Iewels houses plate And scorn'd old sparing diet and ware robes Too light for women Pouerty who hatcht Roomes greatest wittes was loath'd and al the world Ransanckt for golde which breeds the world decay And then large limits had their butting lands The ground which Curius and Camillus till'd Was stretcht vnto the fields of hinds vnknowne Againe this people could not brooke calme peace Them freedome without war might not suffice Quarrels were rife greedy desire stil poore Did vild deeds then t' was worth the price of bloud And deem'd renowne to spoile their natiue towne Force mastered right the strongest gouern'd all Hence came it that th'edicts were ouerrul'd That lawes were broake Tribunes with Consuls stroue Sale made of offices and peoples voices Bought by themselues solde and euery yeare Frauds and corruption in the field of Mars Hence interest and deuouring vsury sprang Faiths breach hence came war to most men welcom Now Caesar ouerpast the snowy Alpes His mind was troubled and he aim'd at war And comming to the foord of Rubicon At night in dreadful vision fearefull Roome Mourning appear'd whose hoary hayres were torne And on her Turret bearing head disperst And armes all naked who with broken sighes And staring thus bespoke what mean'st thou Caesar Whether goes my standarde Romans if ye be And beare true harts stay heare this spectacle Stroake Caesars hart with feare his hayre stoode vp And faintnes numm'd his steps there on the brincke He thus cride out Thou thunderer that guardst Roomes mighty walles built on Tarpeian rocke Ye gods of Phrigia and Iûlus line Quirinus rites and Latian Joue aduanc'd On Alba hill ô Vestall flames ô Roome My thoughts sole goddes aide mine enterprise I hate thee not to thee my conquests stoope Caesar is thine so please it thee thy soldier He he afflicts Roome that made me Roomes foe This said he laying aside all lets of war Approcht the swelling streame with drum and ensigne Like to a Lyon of scortcht desart Affricke Who seeing hunters pauseth till fell wrath And kingly rage increase then hauing whiskt His taile athwart his backe and crest heau'd vp With iawes wide open ghastly roaring out Albeit the Moores light Iauelin or his speare Sticks in his side yet runs vpon the hunter In summer time the purple Rubicon Which issues from a small spring is but shallow And creepes along the vales deuiding iust The bounds of Jtaly from Cisalpin Fraunce But now the winters wrath and wat'ry moone Being three daies old inforst the floud to swell And frozen Alpes thaw'd with resoluing winds The thunder hou'd horse in a crooked line To scape the violence of the streame first waded Which being broke the foot had easie passage As soone as Caesar got vnto the banke And bounds of Italy here here saith he An end of peace here end polluted lawes Hence leagues and couenants Fortune thee I follow Warre and the destinies shall trie my cause This said the restles generall through the darke Swifter then bullets throwne from Spanish slinges Ordarts which Parthians backward shoot marcht on And then when Lucifer did shine alone And some dim stars he Arriminum enter'd Day rose and viewde these tumultes of the war Whether the gods or blustring south were cause I know not but the cloudy ayre did frown The soldiours hauing won the market place There spred the colours with confused noise Of trūpets clange shril cornets whistling fifes The people started young men left their beds And snatcht armes neer their houshold gods hung vp Such as peace yeelds wormeaten leatherne targets Through which the wood peer'd headles darts olde swords With vgly teeth of blacke rust fouly scarr'd But seeing white Eagles Roomes flags wel known And lofty Caesar in the thickest throng They shooke for feare cold benumm'd their lims And muttering much thus to thēselues complain'd O wals vnfortunate too neere to France Predestinate to

ruine all lands else Haue stable peace here wars rage first begins We bide the first brunt safer might we dwel Vnder the frosty beare or parching East VVagons or tents then in this frontire towne We first sustain'd the vproares of the Gaules And furious Cymbrians and of Carthage moores As oft as Roome was sackt here gan the spoile Thus sighing whispered they and none durst speake And shew their feare or griefe but as the fields When birds are silent thorough winters rage Or sea far from the land so all were whist Now light had quite dissolu'd the mysty might And Caesars mind vnsetled musing stood But gods and fortune prickt him to this war Infringing all excuse of modest shame And laboring to approue his quarrell good The angry Senate vrging Grachus deeds From doubtfull Roome wrongly expel'd the Tribunes That crost them both which now approacht the camp And with them Curio sometime Tribune too One that was feed for Caesar and whose tongue Could tune the people to the Nobles mind Caesar said he while eloquence preuail'd And I might pleade and draw the Commons minds To fauour thee against the Senats will Fiue yeeres I lengthned thy commaund in France But law being put to silence by the wars We from our houses driuen most willingly Suffered exile let thy sword bring vs home Now while their part is weake and feares march hence Where men are ready lingering euer hurts ●n ten yeares wonst thou France Roome may be won With farre lesse toile and yet the honors more Few battailes fought with prosperous successe May bring her downe and with her all the world Nor shalt thou triumph when thou comst to Roome Nor capitall be adorn'd with sacred bayes Enuy denies all with thy bloud must thou Abie thy conquest past the sonne decrees To expel the father share the world thou canst not ●nioy it all thou maiest thus Curio spake And therewith Caesar prone ennough to warre Was so incenst as are Eleius steedes With clamors who though lockt and chaind in stalls Souse downe the wals and make a passage forth Straight summon'd he his seuerall companies Vnto the standard his graue looke appeasd The wrastling tumult and right hand made silence And thus he spake you that with me haue borne A thousand brunts and tride me ful ten yeeres See how they quit our bloudshed in the North Our friends death and our wounds our wintering Vnder the Alpes Roome rageth now in armes As if the Carthage Hannibal were neere Cornets of horse are mustered for the field Woods turn'd to ships both land and sea against vs Had forraine wars ill thriu'd or wrathful France Pursu'd vs hither how were we bestead When comming conqueror Roome afflicts me thus Let come their leaders whom long peace hath quail'd Raw soldiours lately prest and troupes of gownes Brabbling Marcellus Cato whom fooles reuerence Must Pompeis followers with strangers ayde Whom frō his youth he bribde needs make him king And shal he triumph long before his time And hauing once got head still shal he raigne What should I talke of mens corne reapt by force And by him kept of purpose for a dearth Who sees not warre sit by the quiuering Iudge And sentence giuen in rings of naked swords And lawes assailde and arm'd men in the Senate T was his troupe hem'd in Milo being accusde And now least age might waine his state he casts For ciuill warre wherein through vse he 's known To exceed his maister that arch-traitor Sylla A brood of barbarous Tygars hauing lapt The bloud of many a heard whilst with their dams They kennel'd in Hircania euermore Wil rage and pray so Pompey thou hauing lickt Warme goare from Syllas sword art yet athirst Iawes flesh with bloud continue murderous Speake when shall this thy long vsurpt power end What end of mischiefe Sylla teaching thee At last learne wretch to leaue thy monarchy What now Scicillian Pirats are supprest And Jaded king of Pontus poisoned slaine Must Pompey as his last foe plume on me Because at his commaund I wound not vp My conquering Eagles say I merit nought Yet for long seruice done reward these men And so they triumph be 't with whom ye wil. Whether now shal these olde bloudles soules repaire What seates for their deserts what store of ground For seruitors to till what Colonies To rest their bones say Pompey are these worse Then Pirats of Sycillia they had houses Spead spread these flags that ten years space haue conquer'd Le ts vse our tried force they that now thwart right In wars wil yeeld to wrong the gods are with vs Neither spoile nor kingdom seeke we by these armes But Roome at thraldoms feet to rid from tyrants This spoke none answer'd but a murmuring buz Th'vnstable people made their houshold gods And loue to Room thogh slaughter steeld their harts And minds were prone restrain'd them but wars loue And Caesars awe dasht all then Lalius The chiefe Centurion crown'd with Oaken leaues For sauing of a Romaine Citizen Steptforth and cryde chiefe leader of Rooms force So be I may be bold to speake a truth We grieue at this thy patience and delay What doubtst thou vs euen nowe when youthfull bloud Pricks forth our liuely bodies and strong armes Can mainly throw the dart wilt thou indure These purple groomes that Senates tyranny Is conquest got by ciuill war so hainous Well leade vs then to Syrtes desart shoare Or Scythia or hot Libiaes thirsty sands This hand that all behind vs might be quail'd Hath with thee past the swelling Ocean And swept the foming brest of Articks Rhene Loue ouer-rules my will I must obay thee Caesar he whom I heare thy trumpets charge I hould no Romaine by these ten blest ensignes And all thy seueral triumphs shouldst thou bid me Intombe my sword within my brothers bowels Or fathers throate or womens groning wombe This hand albeit vnwilling should performe it Or rob the gods or sacred temples fire These troupes should soone pull down the church of Joue If to incampe on Thuscan Tybers streames I le bouldly quarter out the fields of Rome What wals thou wilt be leaueld with the ground These hands shall thrust the ram and make them flie Albeit the Citty thou wouldst haue so ra'st Be Roome it selfe Here euery band applauded And with their hands held vp all ioyntly cryde They'ill follow where he please the showts rēt heauē As when against pine bearing Ossa's rocks Beates Thracian Boreas or when trees bowde down And rustling swing vp as the wind fets breath When Caesar saw his army proane to war And fates so bent least sloth and long delay Might crosse him he withdrew his troupes frō France And in all quarters musters men for Roome They by Lemannus nooke forsooke their tents They whom the Lingones foild with painted speares Vnder the rockes by crooked Vogesus And many came from shallow Jsara Who running long fals in a greater floud And ere he sees the sea looseth his name