courage then is courage knowne When with mishap our state is ouerthrowne Neuer let him a Souldiers Title beare Which in the cheefest brunt doth shrinke and feare Thy former haps did Men thy vertue shew But now that fayles them which thy vertue knew Nor thinke this conquest shal be Pompeys fall Or that Pharsalia shall thine honour bury Egipt shal be vnpeopled for thine ayde And Cole-black Libians shall manure the grounde In thy defence with bleeding hearts of men Pom. O second hope of sad oppressed Rome In whome the ancient Brutus vertue shines That purchast first the Romaine liberty Let me imbrace thee liue victorious youth When death and angry fates shall call me hence To free thy country from a Tyrants yoke My harder fortune and more cruell starrs Enuied to me so great a happines Do not prolong my life with vaine false hopes To deepe dispaire and sorrow I am vow'd Do not remououe me from that setled thought With hope of friends or ayde of Ptolomey Egipt and Libia at choyse I haue But onely which of them I le make my graue Tit. T is but discomfort which misgreeues thee this Greefe by dispaire seemes greater then it is Bru. T is wommanish to wayle and mone our greefe By Industrie do wise men seeke releefe If that our casting do fall out a misse Our cunning play must then correct the dice Pom. Well if it needs must bee then let me goe Flying for ayde vnto my forrayne friends And sue and bow where earst I did command He that goeth seeking of a Tirant aide Though free he went a seruant then is made Take we our last farwell then though with paine Heere three do part that ne're shall meet againe Exit Pompey at on dore Titinius at another Brutus alone ACTVS 1. SCENA 2. Enter Caesar Caes. Follow your chase and let your light-foote steedes Flying as swift as did that winged horse That with strong fethered Pinions cloue the Ayre Or'take the coward flight of your base foe Bru. Do not with-drawe thy mortall woundring blade But sheath it Caesar in my wounded heart Let not that heart that did thy Country wound Feare to lay Brutus bleeding on the ground Thy fatall stroke of death shall more mee glad Then all thy proud and Pompous victories My funerall Cypresse then thy Lawrell Crowne My mournefull Beere shall winne more Praise and Fame Then thy triumphing Sun-bright Chariot Heere in these fatall fieldes let Brutus die And beare so many Romaines company Caesa. T' was not 'gainst thee this fatall blade was drawne Which can no more pierce Brutus tender sides Then mine owne heart or ought then heart more deere For all the wronges thou didst or strokes thou gau'st Caesar on thee will take no worse reuenge Then bid thee still commande him and his state True setled loue can neere bee turn'd to hate Brut. To what a pitch would this mans vertues sore Did not ambition clog his mounting fame Caesar thy sword hath all blisse from me taine And giuest me life where best were to be slaine O thou hast robd me of my chiefest ioy And seek'st to please me with a babish toye Exit Brutus Caes. Caesar Pharsalia doth thy conquest sound Ioues welcom messenger faire Victory Hath Crown'd thy temples with victorious bay And Io ioyfull Io doth she sing And through the world thy lasting prayses ring But yet amidst thy gratefull melody I heare a hoarse and heauy dolfull voyce Of my deare Country crying that to day My Glorious triumphs worke her owne decay In which how many fatall strokes I gaue So many woundes her tender brest receiu'd Heere lyeth one that 's boucher'd by his Sire And heere the Sonne was his old Fathers death Both slew vnknowing both vnknowne are slaine O that ambition should such mischiefe worke Or meane Men die for great mens proud desire ACTVS 1. SCENA 3. Enter Anthony Dolobella Lord and others An. From sad Pharsalia blushing al with bloud From deaths pale triumphes Pompey ouerthrowne Romains in forraine soyles brething their last Reuenge strange wars and dreadfull stratagems Wee come to set the Lawrell on thy head And fill thy eares with triumphs and with ioyes Dolo. As when that Hector from the Grecian campe With spoiles of slaughtered Argians return'd The Troyan youths with crownes of conquering palme The Phrigian Virgins with faire flowry wrethes Welcom'd the hope and pride of Ilium So for thy victory and conquering actes Wee bring faire wreths of Honor renowne Which shall enternally thy head adorne Lord Now hath thy sword made passage for thy selfe To wade in bloud of them that sought thy death The ambitious riuall of thine Honors high Whose mightinesse earst made him to be feard Now flies and is enforc'd to giue thee place Whil'st thou remainst the conquering Hercules Triumphing in thy spoyles and victories Caes. When Phaebus left faire Thetis watery couch And peeping forth from out the goulden gate Of his bright pallace saw our battle rank'd Oft did hee seeke to turne his fiery steedes Oft hid his face and shund such tragick sights What stranger passest euer by this cost Thee this accursed soyle distainde with blood Not Christall riuers are to quench thy thirst For goaring streames their riuers cleerenesse staines Heere are no hils wherewith to feede thine eyes But heaped hils of mangled Carkases Heere are no birdes to please thee with their notes But rauenous Vultures and night Rauens horse Anto. What meanes great Caesar droopes our generall Or melts in womanish compassion To see Pharsalias fieldes to change their hewe And siluer streames be turn'd to lakes of blood Why Caesar oft hath sacrific'd in France Millions of Soules to Plutoes grisly dames And made the changed coloured Rhene to blush To beare his bloody burthen to the sea And when as thou in mayden Albion shore The Romaine Aegle brauely didst aduance No hand payd greater tribute vnto death No heart with more couragious Noble fire And hope did burne with glorious great intent And now shall passion base that Noble minde And weake euents that courrage ouercome Let Pompey proud and Pompeys Complices Die on our swords that did enuie our liues Let pale Tysiphone be cloyd with bloud And snaky furies quench their longing thirst And Caesar liue to glory in their end Caes. They say when as the younger Affrican Beheld the mighty Carthage wofull fall And sawe her stately Towers to smoke from farre He wept and princely teares ran downe his cheekes Let pity then and true compassion Moue vs to rue no traterous Carthage fall No barbarous periurd enemies decay But Rome our natiue Country haples Rome Whose bowe 's to vngently we haue peerc'd Faire pride of Europe Mistresse of the world Cradle of vertues nurse of true renowne Whome Ioue hath plac'd in top of seauen hils That thou the lower worldes seauen climes mightst rule Thee the proud Parthian and the cole-black Moore The sterne Tartarian borne to manage armes Doth feare and tremble at thy Maiesty And yet I bred
Rome great monument of Romulus Thou mighty seate of consuls and of Kings Ouer-victorious now Earths Conquerer Welcome thy valiant sonne that to thee brings Spoyles of the world and exquies of Kings Caesar The conquering Issue of immortall Ioue Which in the Persian spoyles first fetch his fame Then through Hydasspis and the Caspian waues Vnto the sea vnknowne his praise did propagate Must to my glory vayle his conquering crest The Lybick Sands and Africk Sirts hee past Bactrians and Zogdians knowne but by their names Whereby his armes resistles powers subdued And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood Could not transeport his burthen to the sea But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play Nor tost these bloody bals of dread and death Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames Chainge her cleere cristall to vermilian sad The big bond German and Heluetian stout Which well haue learned to tosse a tusked speare And well can curbe a noble stomackt horse Can Caesars vallour witnes to their greefe Iuba the mighty Affrick Potentate That with his cole-black Negroes to the field Backt with Numidian and Getulian horse Hath felt the puissance of a Roman sword I entred Asia with my banners spred Displayed the Aegle on the Euxin sea By Iason first and ventrous Argo cut And in the rough Cimerian Bosphorus A heauy witnesse of Pharnaces flight And now am come to triumph heere in Rome VVith greater glory then ere Romaine did Exeunt Sound drums and Trumpets amaine Enter Anthony Antho. Alas these triumphes mooue not me at all But only do renew remembrance sad Of her triumphing and imperious lookes VVhich is the Saint and Idoll of my thoughtes First was I wounded by her percing eye Next prisoner tane by her captiuing speech And now shee triumphes ore my conquered heart In Cupids Chariot ryding in her pride And leades me captiue bounde in Beauties bondes Caesars lip-loue that neuer touch'd his heart By present triumph and the absent fire Is now waxt could but mine that was more deepe Ingrauen in the marble of my brest Nor time nor Fortune ere can raze it out Enter Anthonies bonus genius Gen. Anthony base femall Anthony Thou womans souldiar fit for nights assaults Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to Thy soft downe Pillow was a helme of steele The could damp earth a bed to ease thy toyle Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates Sterne horror gastly woundes pale greesly death Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights And now so soone hath on enchanted face These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe The Gods whose messenger I heere do stand Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse Yet must Philippi see thy high exploytes And all the world ring of thy Victories Antho. Say what thou art that in this dreadful sort Forbidd'st me of my Cleopatra's loue Gen. I am thy bonus Genius Anthony VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame VVhich made the stately Ilian towres to smoke Shall thousand bleeding Romains lay one ground Hymen in sable not in saferon robes Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe For nuptiall tapers shall the furies beare Blew-burning torches to increase your feare The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round VVhile Hecate Hymen heu heu Hymen cries And now methinkes I see the seas blew face Hidden with shippes and now the trumpets sound And weake Canopus with the Aegle striues Neptune amazed at this dreadfull sight Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight Glaucus and Panopea Proteus ould VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame Exit Antho. VVhat wast my Genius that mee threatned thus They say that from our birth he doth preserue And on mee will he powre these miseries VVhat burning torches what alarums of warre VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie O no hee comes as winged Mercurie From his great Father Ioue t' Anchises sonne To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance And charming pleasures of the Tyrian Court Then wake the Anthony from this idle dreame Cast of these base effeminate passions Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise Exit ACT. 3. SC. 3. Enter Brutus Bru. How long in base ignoble patience Shall I behold my Countries wofull fall O you braue Romains and among'st the rest Most Noble Brutus faire befall your soules Let Peace and Fame your Honored graues awaite Who through such perils and such tedious warres Won your great labors prise sweete liberty But wee that with our life did freedoms take And did no sooner Men then free-men breath To loose it now continuing so long And with such lawes such vowes such othes confirm'd Can nothing but disgrace and shame expect But soft what see I written on my seate O vtinam Brute viueres What meaneth this thy courage dead But stay reade forward Brute mortuus es I thou art dead indeed thy courrage dead Thy care and loue thy dearest Country dead Thy wonted spirit and Noble stomack dead Enter Cassius Cassi. The times drawe neere by gratious heauens assignd When Philips Sonne must fall in Babilon In his triumphing proud persumption But see where melancholy Brutus walkes Whose minde is hammering on no meane conceit Then sound him Cassius see how hee is inclined How fares young Brutus in this tottering state Bru. Euen as an idle gazer that beholdes His Countries wrackes and cannot succor bring Cassi. But wil Brute alwaies in this dreame remaine And not bee mooued with his Countries mone Bru. O that I might in Lethes endles sleepe And neere awaking pleasant rest of death Close vp mine eyes that I no more might see Poore Romes distresse and Countries misery Casi. No Brutus liue and wake thy sleepy minde Stirre vp those dying sparkes of honors fire VVhich in thy gentle breast weare wont to flame See how poore Rome opprest with Countries wronges Implores thine ayde that bred thee to that end Thy kins-mans soule from heauen commandes thine aide That lastly must by thee receiue his end Then purchas honor by a glorious death Or liue renown'd by ending Caesars life Bru. I can no longer beare the Tirants pride I cannot heare my Country crie for ayde And not bee mooued with her pitious mone Brutus thy soule shall neuer more complaine That from thy linage and most vertuous stock A bastard weake degenerat branch is borne For to distaine the honor of thy house No more shall now the Romains call me dead I le liue againe and rowze my sleepy thoughts And with the Tirants death begin
this life Rome now I come to reare thy states decayed VVhen or this hand shall cure thy fatall wound Or else this heart by bleeding on the ground Cas. Now heauen I see applaudes this enterprise And Rhadamanth into the fatall Vrne That lotheth death hath thrust the Tirants name Caesar the life that thou in bloud hast led Shall heape a bloudy vengance on thine head Exeum ACT. 2. SCE. 4. Enter Caesar Anthony Dolobella Lords and others Caes. Now servile Pharthia proud in Romaine spoile Shall pay her ransome vnto Caesars Ghost Which vnreuenged roues by the Stygian strond Exclaming on our sluggish negligence Leaue to lament braue Romans loe I come Like to the God of battell mad with rage To die their riuers with vermilion red I le fill Armenians playnes and Medians hils With carkases of bastard Scithian broode And there proud Princes will I bring to Rome Chained in fetters to my charriot wheeles Desire of fame and hope of sweete reueng Which in my brest hath kindled such a flame As nor Euphrates nor sweet Tybers streame Can quench or stack this feruent boyling heate These conquering souldiers that haue followed me From vanquisht France to sun-burnt Meroe Matching the best of Alexanders troopes Shall with their lookes put Parthian foes to flight And make them twise turne their deceitfull lookes Ant. The restlesse mind that harbors sorrowing thoughts And is with child of noble enterprise Doth neuer cease from honors toilesome taske Till it bringes forth Eternall gloryes broode So you fayre braunch of vertues great discent Now hauing finish'd Ciuill warres sad broyles Intend by Parthian triumphes to enlarge Your contryes limits and your owne renowne But cause in Sibilles ciuill writs we finde None but a King that conquest can atchiue Both for to crowne your deedes with due reward And as auspicious signes of victorye Wee here present you with this Diadem Lord And euen as kings were banish'd Romes high throne Cause their base vice her honour did destayne So to your rule doth shee submit her selfe That her renowne there by might brighter shine Caesar Why thinke you Lords that t is ambitions spur That pricketh Caesar to these high attempts Or hope of Crownes or thought of Diadems That made me wade through honours perilous deepe Vertue vnto it selfe a shure reward My labours all shall haue a pleasing doome If you but Iudge I will deserue of Rome Did those old Romaines suffer so much ill Such tedious seeges such enduring warrs Tarquinius hates and great Porsennas threats To banish proude imperious tyrants rule And shall my euerdaring thoughts contend To marre what they haue brought to happy end Or thinke you cause my Fortune hath expeld My friends come let vs march in iolity I le triumph Monarke-like ore conquering Rome Or end my conquests with my countryes spoyles Dolo. O noble Princely resolution These or not victoryes that we so call That onely blood and murtherous spoyles can vaunt But this shal be thy victory braue Prince That thou hast conquered thy owne climing thoughts And with thy vertue beat ambition downe And this no lesse inblazon shall thy fame Then those great deeds and chiualrous attempts That made thee conqueror in Thessalia Ant. This noble mind and Princely modesty Which in contempt of honours brightnes shines Makes vs to wish the more for such a Prince Whose vertue not ambition won that praise Nor shall we thinke it losse of liberty Or Romaine liberty any way impeached For to subiect vs to his Princely rule Whose thoughts fayre vertue and true honor guides Vouchsafe then to accept this goulden crowne A gift not equall to thy dignity Caes. Content you Lordes for I wil be no King An odious name vnto the Romaine care Caesar I am and wil be Caesar still No other title shall my Fortunes grace Which I will make a name of higher state Then Monarch King or worldes great Potentate Of Ioue in Heauen shall ruled bee the skie The Earth of Caesar with like Maiesty This is the Scepter that my crowne shall beare And this the golden diadem I le weare A farre more rich and royall ornament Then all the Crownes that the proud Persian gaue Forward my Lordes let Trumpets sound our march And drums strike vp Reuenges sad alarms Parthia we come with like incensed heate As great Atrides with the angry Greekes Marching in fury to pale walls of Troy ACT. 3. SC. 5. Enter Cassius Brutus Trebonius Cumber Casca Tre. Braue Lords whose forward resolution Shewes you descended from true Romaine line See how old Rome in winter of her age Reioyseth in such Princely budding hopes No lesse then once she in Decius vertue did Or great Camillus bringing back of spoyles On then braue Lords of this attempt begun The sacred Senate doth commend the deede Your Countries loue incites you to the deed Vertue her selfe makes warrant of the deed Then Noble Romains as you haue begun Neuer desist vntill this deede be done Casi. To thee Reueng doth Cassius kneele him downe Thou that brings quiet to perplexed soules And borne in Hel yet harborest heauens ioyes Whose fauor slaughter is and dandling death Bloud-thirsty pleasures and mis boding boding blisse Brought forth of Fury nurse of cankered Hate To drowne in woe the pleasures of the world Thou shalt no more in duskish Erebus And dark-some hell obscure thy Deity Insteede of Ioue thou shalt my Godesse bee To thee faire Temples Cassius will erect And on thine alter built of Parian stone Whole Hecatombs will I offer vp Laugh gentle Godesse on my bould attempt Yet in thy laughter let pale meager death Bee wrapt in wrinkels of thy murthering spoyles Bru. An other Tarquin is to bee expeld An other Brutus liues to act the deede T is not one nation that this Tarquin wronges All Rome is stayn'd with his vnrul'd desires Shee whose imperiall scepter was invr'd To conquer Kings and to controul the world Cannot abate the glory of her state To yeeld or bowe to one mans proud desires Sweete Country Rome here Brutus vowes to thee To loose his life or else to set thee free Cas. Shame bee his share that doth his life so prize That to Romes weale it would not sacrifize My Poniardes point shall pearce his heart as deepe As earst his sworde Romes bleeding side did goare And change his garments to the purple die With which our bloud had staynd sad Thessaly Cam. Hee doth refuse the title of a King But wee do see hee doth vsurp the thing Tre. Our ancient freedome hee empeacheth more Then euer King or Tyrant did before Cas. The Senators by him are quite disgrac'd Rome Romans Citty Freedome all defac'd Cassi. We come not Lords as vnresolued men For to shewe causes of the deed decreed This shall dispute for mee and tell him why This heart hand minde hath mark'd him out to die If it be true that furies quench-les thirst Is pleas'd with quaffing of ambitious bloud Then all you deuills whet my Poniards point And I
and fostered in thy lappe Durst striue to ouerthrowe thy Capitol And thy high Turrets lay as low as hell Dolo. O Rome and haue the powers of Heauen decreed When as thy fame did reach vnto the Skie And the wide Ocean was thy Empires boundes And thou enricht with spoyles of all the world Was waxen proud with peace and soueraine raigne That Ciuill warres should loose what Forraine won And peace his ioyes be turn'd to luckles broyles Lord O Pompey cursed cause of ciuill warre Which of those hel-borne sterne Eumenides Inflam'd thy minde with such ambitious fire As nought could quench it but thy Countries bloud Dolo. But this no while thy valour doth destayne Which found'st vnsought for cause of ciuill broyles And fatall fuell which this fire enflamd Anto. Let then his death set period to this strife Which was begun by his ambitious life Caes. The flying Pompey to Larissa hastes And by Thessalian Temple shapes his course Where faire Peneus tumbles vp his waues Him wee le pursue as fast as he vs flies Nor he though garded with Numidian horse Nor ayded with the vnresisted powre The Meroe or seauen mouth'd Nile can yeeld No not all Affrick arm'd in his defence Shall serue to shrowd him from my fatall sworde Exit ACT. 1. SC. 4. Enter Cato Ca. O where is banish'd liberty exil'd To Affrick deserts or to Scythia rockes Or whereas siluer streaming Tanais is Happy is India and Arabia blest And all the bordering regions vpon Nile That neuer knew the name of Liberty But we that boast of Brutes and Colatins And glory we expeld proud Tarquins name Do greeue to loose that we so long haue held Why reckon we our yeares by Consuls names And so long ruld in freedom now to serue They lie that say in Heauen there is a powre That for to wracke the sinnes of guilty men Holds in his hand a fierce three-forked dart Why would he throw them downe on Oéta mount Or wound the vnder ringing Rhodope And not rayne showers of his dead-doing dartes Furor in flame and Sulphures smothering heate Vpon the wicked and accurs'd armes That cruell Romains 'gainst their Country beare Rome ware thy fall those prodigies foretould When angry heauens did powre downe showers of blood And fatall Comets in the heauens did blase And all the Statues in the Temple blast Did weepe the losse of Romaine liberty Then if the Gods haue destined thine end Yet as a Mother hauing lost her Sonne Cato shall waite vpon thy tragick hearse And neuer leaue thy cold and bloodles corse I le tune a sad and dol-full funerall song Still crying on lost liberties sweete name Thy sacred ashes will I wash with teares And thus lament my Countries obsequies ACT. 1. SC. 5. Enter Pompey and Cornelia Cor. O cruel Pompey whether wilt thou flye And leaue thy poore Cornelia thus forlorne Is 't our bad fortune or thy cruell will That still it seuers in extremity O let me go with thee and die with thee Nothing shall thy Cornelia grieuous thinke That shee endures for her sweete Pompeys sake Pom. T is for thy weale and safty of thy life Whose safty I preferre before the world Because I loue thee more then all the world That thou sweete loue should'st heere remaine behinde Till proofe assureth Ptolomyes doubted faith Cor. O deerest what shall I my safty call That which is thrust in dangers harmefull mouth Lookes not the thing so bad with such a name Call it my death my base my wo my hell That which indangers my sweete Pompeys life Pom. It is no danger gentle loue at all T is but thy feare that doth it so miscall Cor. I ft bee no danger let me go with thee And of thy safty a partaker bee Alas why would'st thou leaue mee thus alone Thinkst thou I cannot follow thee by Land That thus haue followed thee ouer raging Seas Or do I varie in inconstant hopes O but thinke you my pleasure suckles is And I haue made them more vnfortunate T is I t is I haue caus'd this ouerthrow T is my accursed starres that boade this ill And those mis-fortunes to my princely loue Reuenge thee Pompey on this wicked brat And end my woes by ending of my life Pom. What meanes my loue to aggrauate my griefe And torture my enough tormented Soule With greater greuance then Pharsalian losse Thy rented hayre doth rent my heart in twayne And these fayr Seas that raine downe showers of tears Do melt my soule in liqued streames of sorrow If that in Aegipt any daunger bee Then let my death procure thy sweet liues safety Cor. Can I bee safe and Pompey in distresse Or may Cornelia suruiue they death What daunger euer happens to my Soule What daunger eke shall happen to my life Nor Libians quick-sands nor the barking gulfe Or gaping Scylla shall this Vnion part But still I le chayne thee in my twining armes And if I cannot liue I le die with thee Pom. O how thy loue doth ease my greeued minde Which beares a but then heauier then the Heauens Vnder the which steele-shouldred Atlas grones But now thy loue doth hurt thy selfe and me And thy to ardent strong affection Hinders my setled resolution Then by this loue and by these christall eyes More bright then are the Lamps of Ioues high house Let me in this I feare my last request Not to indanger thy beloued life But in this ship remayne and here awaite How Fortune dealeth with our doubtfull State Cor. Not so perswaded as coniurd sweete loue By thy commanding meeke petition I cannot say I yeeld yet am constraind This neuer meeting parting to permit Then go deere loue yet stay a little while Some what I am shure t is more I haue to say Nay nothing now but Heauens guide thy steps Yet let me speake why should we part so soone Why is my talke tedious may be t is the last Do women leaue their husbands in such hast Pom. More faithfull then that fayre deflowred dame That sacrifizde her selfe to Chastety And far more louing then the Charian Queene That dranke her Husbands neuer sundred heart If that I dye get will it glad my soule Which then shall feede on those Elisian ioyes That in the sacred Temple of thy breast My liuing memory shall shrined bee But if that enuious fates should call thee hence And Death with pale and meager looke vsurpe Vpon those resiate lips and Currall cheekes Then Ayre be turnde to poyson to infect me Earth gape and swallow him that Heauens hate Consume me Fire with thy deuouring flames Or Water drowne who else would melt in teares But liue liue happy still in safety liue Who safety onely to my life can giue Exit Cor. O he is gon go hie thee after him My vow forbids yet still my care is with thee My cryes shall wake the siluer Moone by night And with my teares I will salute the Moone No day shall passe without my dayly plaints No houre
THE TRAGEDIE OF Caesar and Pompey OR CAESARS Reuenge Priuately acted by the Students of Trinity Colledge in Oxforde AT LONDON Imprinted for Nathaniel Fosbrooke and Iohn Wright and are to be sold in Paules Church-yarde at the signe of the Helmet 1607 The names of the Actors Discord Titinnius Brutus Pompey Caesar Anthony Dolobella Cornelia Cleopatra Achillas Sempronius Cassius Cato Sen. Casca Roman 1. Roman 2. Bonus Genius Calphurnia Augur Praecentor Senators Bucolian Octauian Caesars Ghost Cicero Cato Iun. Camber The Tragedie of Caesar and Pompey Sound alarum then flames of fire Enter Discord HEarke how the Romaine drums sound bloud death And Mars high mounted on his Thracian Steede Runs madding through Pharsalias purple fieldes The earth that 's wont to be a Tombe for Men It 's now entomb'd with Carkases of Men The Heauen appal'd to see such hideous sights For feare puts out her euer burning lights The Gods amaz'd as once in Titans war Do doubt and feare which boades this deadly iar The starrs do tremble and forsake their course The Beare doth hide her in forbidden Sea Feare makes Bootes swiften her slowe pace Pale is Orion Atlas gins to quake And his vnwildy burthen to forsake Caesars keene Falchion through the Aduerse rankes For his sterne Master hewes a passage out Through troupes troonkes steele standing blood He whose proud Trophies whileom Asia field And conquered Pontus singe his lasting praise Great Pompey Great while Fortune did him raise Nowe vailes the glory of his vanting plumes And to the ground casts of his high hang'd lookes You gentle Heauens O execute your wrath On vile mortality that hath scornd your powers You night borne Sisters to whose haires are ty'd In Adamantine Chaines both Gods and Men Winde on your webbe of mischiefe and of plagues And if O starres you haue an influence That may confounde this high erected heape Downe powre it Vomit out your worst of ills Let Rome growne proud with her vnconquered strength Perish and conquered BE with her owne strength And win all powers to disioyne and breake Consume confound dissolue and discipate What Lawes Armes and Pride hath raised vp Enter Titinius Tit. The day is lost our hope and honours lost The glory of the Romaine name is lost The liberty and common weale is lost The Gods that whileom heard the Romaine state And Quirinus whose strong puissant arme Did shild the tops and turrets of proud Rome Do now conspire to wracke the gallant Ship Euen in the harbor of her wished greatnesse And her gay streamers and faire wauering sayles With which the wanton wind was wont to play To drowne with Billows of orewhelming woes Enter Brutus Bru. The Foe preuayles Brutus thou striuest in vaine Many a soule to day is sent to Hell And many a galant haue I don to death In Pharsalias bleeding Earth the world can tell How litle Brutus praizd this puffe of breath If losse of that my countries weale might gaine But Heauens and the immortall Gods decreed That Rome in highest of her fortunes pich In top of souerainty and imperiall swaye By her owne height should worke her owne decay Enter Pompey Pom. Where may I fly into some desert place Some vncouth vnfrequented craggy rocke Where as my name and state was neuer heard I flie the Batle because here I see My friends lye bleeding in Pharsalias earth Which do remember me what earst I was Who brought such troopes of soldiars to the fielde And of so many thousand had command My flight a heauy memory doth renew Which tels me I was wont to stay and winne But now a souldier of my scatred traine Offered me seruice and did call me Lord O then I thought whome rising Sunne saw high Descending he beheld my misery Flie to the holow roote of some steepe rocke And in that flinty habitation hide Thy wofull face from face and view of men Yet that will tell me this if naught beside Pompey was neuer wont his head to hide Flie where thou wilt thou bearst about thee smart Shame at thy heeles and greefe lies at thy heart Tit. But see Titinius where two warriers stand Casting their eyes downe to the cheareles earthe Alasse to soone I know them for to bee Pompey and Brutus who like Aiax stand When as forsooke of Fortune mong'st his foes Greife stopt his breath nor could he speake his woes Pom. Accursed Pompey loe thou art descried But stay they are thy friends that thou behouldest O rather had I now haue met my foes Whose daggers poynts might straight haue piercd my woes Then thus to haue my friends behold my shame Reproch is death to him that liu'd in Fame Bru. Brutus Cast vp thy discontented looke And see two Princes thy two noble friends Who though it greeues me that I thus them see Yet ioy I to bee seene they hung be He speakes vnto them Let not the change of this successes fight O noble Lords dismay these daunteles mindes Which the faire vertue not blind chance doth rule Caesar not vs subdued hath but Rome And in that fight t was best be ouerthrowne Thinke that the Conqueror hath won but smale Whose victory is but his Countries fal Pom. O Noble Brutus can I liue and see My Souldiars dead my friends lie slaine in field My hopes cast downe mine Honors ouerthrowne My Country subiect to a Tirants rule My foe triumphing and my selfe forlorne Oh had I perished in that prosperous warre Euen in mine Honors height that happy day When Mithridates fall did rayse my fame Then had I gonne with Honor to my graue But Pompey was by envious heauens reseru'd Captiue to followe Caesars Chariot wheeles Riding in triumph to the Capitol And Rome oft grac'd with Trophies of my fame Shall now resound the blemish of my name Bru. Oh what disgrace can taunt this worthinesse Of which remaine such liuing monuments Ingrauen in the eyes and hearts of men Although the oppression of distressed Rome And our owne ouerthrow might well drawe forth Distilling teares from faynting cowards eyes Yet should no weake effeminate passion sease Vpon that man the greatnesse of whose minde And not his Fortune made him term'd the Great Pom. Oh I did neuer tast mine Honours sweete Nor now can iudge of this my sharpest sowre Fifty eight yeares in Fortunes sweete soft lap Haue I beene luld a sleepe with pleasant ioyes Me hath she dandled in her foulding Armes And fed my hopes with prosperous euentes Shee Crownd my Cradle with successe and Honour And shall disgrace a waite my haples Hearse Was I a youth with Palme and Lawrell girt And now an ould man shall I waite my fall Oh when I thinke but on my triumphs past The Consul-ships and Honours I haue borne The fame and feare where in great Pompey liu'd Then doth my grieued Soule informe me this My fall augmented by my former blisse Bru. Why do we vse of vertues strength to vant If euery crosse a Noble mind can daunt Wee talke of
villaines that but now were heere Bucher my loue and then with violence To drawe his deare beloued Body hence What dost thou stand to play the Oratrix And tell a tale of thy deere husbands death Doth Pompey doth thy loue moue thee no more Go cursed Cornelia rent thy wretched haire Drowne blobred cheekes in seas of saltest teares And if it be true that sorrowes feeling powre Could turne poore Niobe into a weeping stone O let mee weepe a like and like stone be And you poore lights that sawe this tragick sight Be blind and punnish'd with eternall night Vnhappy long to speake bee neare so bould Since that thou this so heauy tale hast tould These are but womanish exclamations Light sorrowe makes such lamentations Pompey no words my true griefe can declare This for thy loue shal be my best welfare Stab her selfe ACT. 2. SCE. 3. Enter Caesar Cleopatra Anthony Dolobella a Lord Caesar There sterne Achillas and Fortunius lie Traytorous Sempronius and proud Ptolomey Go plead your cause fore the angry Rhadamant And tel him why you basely Pompey slew And let your guilty blood appease his Ghost That now sits wandring by the Stygian bankes Vnworthy sacrifice to quite his worth For Pompey though thou wert mine enemy And vayne ambition mou'd vs to this strife Yet now in death when strife and enuy cease Thy princely vertues and thy noble minde Moue me to rue thy vndeserued death That found a greater daunger then it fled Vnhapy man to scape so many wars And to protract thy glorious day so long Here for to perish in a barbarous soyle And end liues date stabd by a Bastards hand But yet with honour shalt thou be Intomb'd I will enbalme thy body with my teares And put thy ashes in an Vrne of gold And build with marble a deserued graue Whose worth indeede a Temple ought to haue Dolo. See how compassion drawes foorth Princely teares And Vertue weepes her enemies funerall So sorrowed the mighty Alexander When Bessus hand caus'd Darius to die Ant. These greeued sorrowing Princes do with me Ioyntly agree in Contrariety Alacke we mourne greeued is our mind alike Our gate is discontented heauy our lookes Our sorrowes all a like but dislike cause Their foe is their grifes causer which my friend It is the losse of one that makes them wayle But I that one there is a cruell one Do wayle and greeue and vnregarded mone Fayre beames cast forth from these dismayfull eyes Chaine my poore heart in loue and sorrowes giues Cleo. Forget sweete Prince these sad perlexed thoughts Withdraw thy mind in clowdy discontent And with Aegiptian pleasures feed thine eyes Wilt thou be the Sepulchers of Kings And Monuments that speake the workemens prayse I le bring thee to Great Alexanders Tombe Where he whome all the world could not suffice In bare six foote of Earth intombed lies And shew thee all the cost and curious art Which either Cleops or our Memphis boast Would you command a banquit in the Court I le bring you to a Royall goulden bowre Fayrer then that wherein great Ioue doth sit And heaues vp boles of Nectar to his Queene A stately Pallace whose fayre doble gates Are wrought with garnish'd Carued Iuory And stately pillars of pure bullion framd With Orient Pearles and Indian stones imbost With golden Roofes that glister like the Sunne Shal be prepard to entertaine my Loue Or wilt thou see our Academick Schooles Or heare our Priests to reason of the starres Hence Plato fecht his deepe Philosophy And heere in Heauenly knowledg they excell Antho. More then most faire another Heauen to me The starres where on I le gaze shal be thy face Thy morall deedes my sweete Philosophy Venus the muse whose ayde I must implore O let me profit in this study best For Beauties scholler I am now prefest Lord See how this faire Egiptian Sorceres Enchantes these Noble warriars man-like mindes And melts their hearts in loue and wantones Caes. Most glorious Queene whose cheerefull smiling words Expell these cloudes that ouer cast my minde Caesar will ioy in Cleopatras ioy And thinke his fame no whit disparaged To change his armes and deadly sounding droms For loues sweete Laies and Lydian harmony And now hang vp these Idle instruments My warlike speare and vncontrouled crest My mortall wounding sword and siluer shield And vnder thy sweete banners beare the brunt Of peacefull warres and amarous Alarmes Why Mars himselfe his bloudy rage alayd Dallying in Venus bed hath often playd And great Alcides when he did returne From Iunos taskes and Nemean victories From monsters fell and Nomean toyles Reposed himselfe in Deianiras armes Heere will I pitch the pillars of my fame Heere the non vltra of my labors write And with these Cheekes of Roses lockes of Gold End my liues date and trauayles manifould Dolo. How many lets do hinder vertuous mindes From the pursuit of honours due reward Besides Caribdis and fell Scyllas spight More dangerous Circe and Calipsoes cup Then pleasant gardens of Alcionus And thousand lets voluptiousnesse doth offer Caes. I will regard no more these murtherous spoyles And bloudy triumphs that I lik'd of late But in loues pleasures spend my wanton dayes I le make thee garlondes of sweete smelling flowers And with faire rosall Chaplets crowne thy head The purple Hyacinth of Phaebus Land Fresh Amarinthus that doth neuer die And faire Narcissus deere respendent shoars And Violets of Daffadilles so sweete Shall Beautify the Temples of my Loue Whil'st I will still gaze on thy beautious eyes And with Ambrosean kisses bath thy Cheekes Cleo. Come now faire Prince and feast thee in our Courts Where liberall Caeres and Liaeus fat Shall powre their plenty forth and fruitfull store The sparkling liquor shall ore-flow his bankes And Meroé learne to bring forth pleasant wine Fruitfull Arabia and the furthest Ind Shall spend their treasuries of Spicery VVith Nardus Coranets wee le guird our heads And al the while melodious warbling notes Passing the seauen-fould harmony of Heauen Shall seeme to rauish our enchanted thoughts Thus is the feare of vnkinde Ptolomey Changed by thee to feast in Iolity Antho. O how mine eares suck vp her heauenly words The whil'st mine eyes do prey vpon her face Caes. Winde we then Anthony with this Royall Queene This day wee le spend in mirth and banqueting Antho. Had I Queene Iunoes heard-mans hundred eies To gaze vpon these two bright Sunnes of hirs Yet would they all be blinded instantly Caes. VVhat hath some Melancholy discontent Ore-come thy minde with trobled passions Ant. Yet being blinded with the Sunny beames Her beauties pleasing colours would restore Decayed sight with fresh variety Lord Lord Anthony what meanes this trobled minde Caesar inuites thee to the royall feast That faire Queene Cleopatra hath prepard Antho. Pardon me worthy Caesar and you Lords In not attending your most gratious speech Thoughts of my Country and returne to Rome Som-what distempered my busy head Caes. Let no
wil broach you a bloud-sucking heart Which full of bloud must bloud store to you yeeld Were it a peerce to flint or marble stone Why so it is for Caesars heart 's a stone Els would bee mooued with my Countries mone They say you furies instigate mens mindes And push their armes to finnish bloudy deedes Prick then mine Elbo goade my bloudy hand That it may goare Caesars ambitious heart Exeunt ACTVS 3. SCENA 6. Enter Caesar Calphurnia Caes. Why thinkes my loue to fright me with her dreames Shall bug-beares feare Caesars vndaunted heart Whome Pompeys Fortune neuer could amaze Nor the French horse nor Mauritanian boe And now shall vaine illusions mee affright Or shadowes daunt whom substance could not quell Calphur. O dearest Caesar hast thou seene thy selfe As troubled dreames to me did faine thee seene Torne Wounded Maymed Blod-slaughtered Slaine O thou thy selfe wouldst then haue dread thy selfe And feard to thrust thy life to dangers mouth Caes. There you bewray the folly of your dreame For I am well aliue vncaught vntoucht Calphur, T' was in the Senate-house I sawe thee so And yet thou dreadles thither needes will go Caes. The Senate is a place of peace not death But these were but deluding visions Calphur. O do not set so little by the heauens Dreames at diuine men say they come from Ioue Beware betimes and bee not wise to late Mens good indeuours change the wills of Fate Caes. Weepe not faire loue let not thy wofull teares Bode mee I knowe what thou wouldest not haue to hap It will distaine mine honor wonne in fight To say a womans dreame could me affright Cal. O Caesar no dishonour canst thou get In seeking to preuent vnlucky chance Foole-hardy men do runne vpon their death Bee thou in this perswaded by thy wife No vallour bids thee cast away thy life Caes. T is dastard cowardize and childish feare To dread those dangers that do not appeare Cal. Thou must sad chance by fore-cast wise resist Or being done say boote-les had I wist Caes. But for to feare wher 's no suspition Will to my greatnesse be derision Cal. There lurkes an adder in the greenest grasse Daungers of purpose alwayes hide their face Caes. Perswade no more Caesar's resolu'd to go Cal. The Heauens resolue that hee may safe returne For if ought happen to my loue but well His danger shal be doubled with my death Exit Enter Augur Augur I come they are but yet they are not gon Caes. What hast thou sacrifiz'd as custome is Before wee enter in the Senat-house Augur O stay those steeps that leade thee to thy death The angry heauens with threeatning dire aspect Boding mischance and balfull massacers Menace the ouerthrowe of Caesars powres Saturne sits frowning on the God of Warre VVho in their sad coniunction do conspire Vniting both their bale full influences To heape mischance and danger to thy life The Sacrificing beast is heart-les found Sad ghastly sightes and raysed Ghostes appeare Which fill the silent woods with groning cries The hoarse Night-rauen tunes the chearles voyce And calls the bale-full Owle and howling Doge To make a consort In whose sad song is this Neere is the ouerthrow of Caesars blisse Exit Caesar The world is set to fray mee from my wits Heer 's harteles Sacrifice and visions Howlinge and cryes and gastly grones of Ghosts Soft Caesar do not make a mockery Of these Prodigious signes sent from the Heauens Calphurnias Dreame lumping which Augurs words Shew if thou markest it Caesar cause to feare This day the Senate there shal be dissolued And I le returne to my Calphurnia home One giues him a paper What hast thou heare that thou presents vs with Pre. A thing my Lord that doth concerne your life Which loue to you and hate of such a deed Makes me reueale vnto your excellence Caesar laughs Smilest thou or think'st thou it some idle toy Thout frowne a non to read so many names That haue conspird and sworne thy bloody death Exit Enter Cassius Cassius Now must I come and with close subtile girdes Deceaue the prey that I le deuoure anon My Lord the Sacred Senate doth expect Your royall presence in Pompeius court Caesar Cassius they tell me that some daungers nigh And death pretended in the Senate house Cassi. What danger or what wrong can be Where harmeles grauitie and vertue sits T is past all daunger present death it is Nor is it wrong to render due desert To feare the Senators without a cause Will bee a cause why thei le be to be feared Caesa. The Senate stayes for me in Pompeye court And Caesars heere and dares not goe to them Packe hence all dread of danger and of death What must be must be Caesars prest for all Cassi. Now haue I sent him headlong to his ende Vengance and death awayting at his heeles Caesar thy life now hangeth on a twine Which by my Poniard must bee cut in twaine Thy chaire of state now turn'd is to thy Beere Thy Princely robes to make thy winding sheete The Senators the Mourners ore the Hearse And Pompeys Court thy dreadfull graue shal be Senators crie all at once Omnes Hold downe the Tyrant stab him to the death Casi. Now doth the musick play and this the song That Cassius heart hath thirsted for so long And now my Poniard in this mazing sound Must strike that touch that must his life confound Stab on stab on thus should your Poniards play Aloud deepe note vpon this trembling Kay stab him Buco. Bucolian sends thee this stab him Cum. And Cumber this stab him Cas. Take this frō Casca for to quite Romes wronges Caes. Why murtherous villaines know you whō you strike T is Caesar Caesar whom your Poniards pierce Caesar whose name might well afright such slaues O Heauens that see and hate this haynous guilt And thou Immortall Ioue that Idle holdest Deluding Thunder in thy faynting hand Why stay'st thy dreadfull doome and dost with-hold Thy three-fork'd engine to reuenge my death But if my plaintes the Heauens cannot mooue Then blackest hell and Pluto bee thou iudge You greesly daughters of the cheereles night Whose hearts nor praier nor pitty ere could lend Leaue the black dungeon of your Chaos deepe Come and with flaming brandes into the world Reuenge and death bringe seated in your eyes And plauge these villaynes for their trecheries Enter Brutus Bru. I haue held Anthony with a vaine discourse The whilst the deed 's in execution But liues hee still yet doth the Tyrant breath Chalinging Heauens with his blasphemies Heere Brutus maketh a passage for thy Soule To plead thy cause for them whose ayde thou crauest Caes. What Brutus to nay nay then let me die Nothing wounds deeper then ingratitude Bru. I bloody Caesar Caesar Brutus too Doth geeue thee this and this to quite Romes wrongs Cassius O had the Tyrant had as many liues As that fell Hydra borne in Lerna lake That heare I still might
stab and stabing kill Till that more liues might bee extinquished Then his ambition Romanes Slaughtered Tre. How heauens haue iustly on the authors head Returnd the guiltles blood which he hath shed And Pompey he who caused thy Tragedy Here breathles lies before thy Noble Statue Enter Anthony Anth. What cryes of death resound within my eates Whome I doe see great Caesar buchered thus What said I great I Caesar thou wast great But O that greatnes was that brought thy death O vniust Heauens if Heauens at all there be Since vertues wronges makes question of your powers How could your starry eyes this shame behold How could the sunne see this and not eclipze Fayre bud of fame ill cropt before thy time What Hyrcan tygar or wild sauage bore For he more heard then Bore or Tyger was Durst do so vile and execrate a deede Could not those eyes so full of maiesty Nor priesthood o not thus to bee prophand Nor yet the reuerence to this sacred place Nor flowing eloquence of thy goulden tounge Nor name made famous through immortall merit Deter those murtherors from so vild a deed Sweete friend accept these obsequies of mine Which heare with teares I doe vnto thy hearse And thou being placed among the shining starrs Shalt downe from Heauen behold what deepe reueng I will inflict vpon the murtherers Exit with Caesar in his armes FINIS Act. 3. Enter Discord Dis. Brutus thou hast what long desire hath sought Caesar Lyes weltring in his purple Goare Thou art the author of Romes liberty Proud in thy murthering hand and bloody knife Yet thinke Octauian and sterne Anthony Cannot let passe this murther vnreuenged Thessalia once againe must see your blood And Romane drommes must strike vp new alaromes Harke how Bellona shakes her angry lance And enuie clothed in her crimson weed Me thinkes I see the fiery shields to clash Eagle gainst Eagle Rome gainst Rome to fight Phillipi Caesar quittance must thy wronges Whereas that hand shall stab that trayterous heart That durst encourage it to worke thy death Thus from thine ashes Caesar doth arise As from Medeas haples scatered teeth New flames of wars and new outragious broyles Now smile Aemathia that euen in thy top Romes victory and pride shal be entombd And those great conquerors of the vanquished earth Shall with their swords come there to dig their graues ACTVS 4. SCENA 1. Enter Octauian Octa. Mourne gentle Heauens for you haue lost your ioy Mourne greeued earth thy ornament is gon Mourne Rome in great thy Father is deceased Mourne thou Octauian thou it is must mourne Mourne for thy Vncle who is dead and gon Mourne for thy Father to vngently slaine Mourne for thy Friend whome thy mishap hath lost For Father Vnkell Friend go make thy mone Who all did liue who all did die in one But heere I vow these blacke and sable weeds The outward signes of inward heauines Shall changed be ere long to crimsen hew And this soft raiment to a coate of steele Caesar no more I heare the mornefull songs The tragick pomp of his sad exequies And deadly burning torches are at hand I must accompany the mornefull troope And sacryfice my teares to the Gods below Exit Enter Caesars Hearse Calphurnia Octauian Anthony Cicero Dolobella two Romaynes mourners Calp. Set downe the hearse and let Calphurnia weepe Weepe for her Lord and bath his Wounds in teares Feare of the world and onely hope of Rome Thou whilest thou liuedst was Calphurnias ioye And being dead my ioyes are dead with thee Here doth my care and comfort resting lie Let them accompany thy mournefull hearse Cice. This is the hearse of vertue and renowne Here stroe red roses and sweete violets And lawrell garlands for to crowne his fame The Princely weede of mighty conquerors These worthles obsequies poore Rome bestowes Vpon thy sacred ashes and deare hearse 1. Rom. And as a token of thy liuing praise And fame immortall take this laurell wreath Which witnesseth thy name shall neuer die And with this take the Loue and teares of Rome For on thy tombe shall still engrauen be Thy losse her griefe thy deathes her pittying thee Dolo. Vnwilling do I come to pay this debt Though not vnwilling for to crowne desert O how much rather had I this bestowed On thee returning from foes ouerthrow When liuing vertue did require such meede Then for to crowne thy vertue being dead Lord Those wreaths that in thy life our conquests crowned And our fayre triumphes beauty glorified Now in thy death do serue thy hearse to adorne For Caesars liuing vertues to bee crowned Not to be wept as buried vnder grownd 2. Ro. Thou whilest thou liuedst wast faire vertues flowre Crowned with eternall honor and renowne To thee being dead Flora both crownes and flowers The cheefest vertues of our mother earth Doth giue to gratulate thy noble hearse Let then they soule diuine vouchsafe to take These worthles obsequies our loue doth make Calp. All that I am is but despaire and greefe This all I giue to Celebrate thy death What funerall pomp of riches and of pelfe Do you expect Calphurnia giues her selfe Ant. You that to Caesar iustly did decree Honors diuine and sacred reuerence And oft him grac'd with titles well deserued Of Countries Father stay of Commonwealth And that which neuer any bare before Inviolate Holy Consecrate Vntucht Doe see this friend of Rome this Contryes Father This Sonne of lasting fame and endles praise And in a mortall trunke immortall vertue Slaughtered profan'd and bucherd like a beast By trayterous handes and damned Paracides Recounte those deedes and see what he hath don Subdued those nations which three hundred yeares Remaynd vnconquered still afflicting Rome And recompensed the firy Capitoll With many Citties vnto ashes burnt And this reward these thankes you render him Here lyes he dead to whome you owe your liues By you this slaughtered body bleedes againe Which oft for you hath bled in fearefull fight Sweete woundes in which I see distressed Rome From her pearc'd sides to powre forth streames of bloud Bee you a witnesse of my sad Soules griefe And of my teares which wounded heart doth bleede Not such as vse from womanish eyes proceede Octa. And were the deede most worthy and vnblamed Yet you vnworthely did do the same Who being partakers with his enemies By Caesar all were saued from death and harme And for the punnishment you should haue had You were prefer'd to Princely dignities Rulers and Lordes of Prouinces were you made Thus thanke-les men hee did preferre of nought That by their hands his murther might be wrought All at once except Anthony and Octauian Omnes Reuenge Reuenge vpon the murtherers Antho. Braue Lords this worthy resolution shewes Your deerest loue and great affection VVhich to this slaughtered Prince you alwaies bare And may like bloudy chance befall my life If I be slack for to reuenge his death Octa. Now on my Lords this body le ts inter Amongest
And words do cleaue to my benummed Iawes Gho. For shame weake Anthony throw thy weapons downe Sonne sheath thy sword not now for to be drawne Brutus must feele the heauy stroke thereof But if that needes you will into the field And that warrs enuie pricks your forward hate To slacke your fury with each others blood Then forward on to your prepared deaths Let sad Alecto sound her fearefull trump Reueng a rise in lothsome fable weedes Light-shining Treasons and vnquenced Hates Horror and vgly Murther nights blacke child Let sterne Maegera on her thundering drumme Play gastly musicke to comfort your deathes Banner to banner foote gainst foote opos'd Sword against sword shild gainst shild and life to life Let death goe raginge through your armed rankes And load himselfe with heapes of murthered men And let Heauens iustice send you all to Hell Anth. Shamst thou not Anthony to draw thy sword On Caesars Sonne for rude rash youth full brawles And dost let passe their treason vnrevenged That Caesars life and glory both did end Octa. Shame of my selfe and this intended fight Doth make me feare t' approach his dreadfull sight Forgiue my slacknes to reuenge thy wronges Pardon my youth that rashly was mislead Through vaine ambition for to doe this deed Gho. Then ioyne your hands and heare let battle cease Chang feare to Ioy and warre to smooth-fac't Peace Oct. Then Father heere in sight of Heauen and thee I giue my hand and heart to Anthony Ant. Take likewise mine the hand that once was vowd To bee imbrued in thy luke-warme bloud VVhich now shall strike in yong Octauians rights Gho. Now sweare by all the Dieties of Heauen All Gods and powers you do adore and serue For to returne my murther on their cruell head Whose trayterous hands my guiltles bloud haue shed Anth. Then by the Gods that through the raging waues Brought thee braue Troian to old Latium And great Quirinus placed now in Heauen By the Gradinus that with shield of Brasse Defendest Rome by the ouerburning flames Of Vesta and Carpeian Towers of Ioue Vowes Anthony to quite thy worthy death Or in performance loose his vitall breath Octa. The like Octauian vowes to Heauen and thee Gho. Then go braue warriors with succesfull hap Fortune shall waite vpon your rightfull armes And courage sparkell from your Princely eyes Dartes of reuenge to daunt your enemies Antho. Now with our armies both conioyned in one Wee le meete the enemy in Macedon Aemathian fieldes shall change her flowry greene And die proud Flora in a sadder hew Siluer Stremonia whose faire Christall waues Once sounded great Alcides echoing fame When as he slew that fruitefull headed snake Which Lerna long-time fostered in her wombe Shall in more tragick accentes and sad tunes Eccho the terror of thy dismall fight Hemus shall fat his barren fieldes with bloud And yellow Ceres spring from woundes of men The toyling husband-men in time to come Shall with his harrow strike on rusty helmes And finde and wonder at our swordes and speares And with his plowe dig vp braue Romans graues Finis Act. ACT. 5. SCE. 1. Enter Discord Dis. The balefull haruest of my ioy thy woe Gins ripen Brutus Heauens commande it so Pale sad Auernus opes his yawning Iawes Seeking to swallow vp thy murtherous soule The furies haue proclaym'd a festiuall And meane to day to banquet with thy bloud Now Heauens array you in your clowdy weedes Wrap vp the beauty of your glorious lamp And dreadfull Chaos of sad drery night Thou Sunne that climest vp to the easterne hill And in thy Chariot rides with swift steedes drawne In thy proud Iollity and radiant glory Go back againe and hide thee in the sea Darkenesse to day shall couer all the world Let no light shine but what your swords can strike From out their steely helmes and fiery shildes Furies and Ghosts with your blue-burning lampes In mazing terror ride through Roman rankes With dread affrighting those stout Champions hearts All stygian fiendes now leaue whereas you dwell And come into the world and make it hell Enter Cassius Brutus Titinnius Cato Iunior with an army marching Casi. Thus far wee march with vnresisted armes Subduing all that did our powres with-stand Laodicia whose high reared walles Faire Lyeas washeth with her siluer waue And that braue monument of Perseus fame With Tursos vaild to vs her vanting pride Faire Rhodes I weepe to thinke vpon thy fall Thou wert to stubberne else thou still hadst stood Inviolate of Cassius hurtles hand That was my nurse where in my youth I drew The flowing milke of Greekish eloquence Proud Capadocia sawe her King captiu'd And Dolabella vanting in the spoyles Of slayne Trebonius fall as springing tree Seated in louely Tempes pleasant shades Whom beuteous spring with blossoms braue hath deckt And sweete Fauonia manteled all in greene By winters rage doth loose his flowry pride And hath each twigg bar'd by northerne winds Thus from the conquest of proud Palestine Hether in triumph haue we march'd along Making our force-commaunding rule to stretch From faire Euphrates christall flowing waues Vnto the Sea which yet weepes Io's death Slayne by great Hercules repenting hand Bru. Of all the places by my sword subdued Pitty of thee poore Zanthus moues me most Thrise hast thou ben beseeged by thy foe And thrise to saue thy liberty hast felt The fatall flames of thine owne cruell hand First being beseeg'd by Harpalus the Mede The sterne performer of proud Cyrus wrath Next when the Macedonian Phillips sonne Did rayse his engines gainst thy battered walls Proud Zanthus that did scorne to beare the yoake That all the world was forced to sustaine Last when that I my selfe did guirt thy walls With troopes of high resolued Roman hearts Rather then thou wouldest yeeld to Brutus sword Or stayne the mayden honour of thy Towne Did'st sadly fall as proud Numantia Scorning to yeeld to conquering Scipios power Cas. And now to thee Phillipi are wee come Whose fields must twise feele Roman cruelty And flowing blood like to Darcean playnes When proud Eteocles on his foaming steede Rides in his fury through the Argean troopes Now making great Aerastus giue him way Now beating back Tidaeus puissant might The ground not dry'd from sad Pharsalian blood Will now bee turned to a purple lake And bleeding heapes and mangled bodyes slayne Shall make such hills as shall surpasse in height The Snowy Alpes and aery Appenines Titi. A Scout brought word but now that he descryd Warlike Anthonius and young Caesars troopes Marching in fury ouer Thessalian playnes As great Gradinus when in angry moode He driues his chariot downe from heauens top And in his wheels whirleth reueng and death Heere by Phillippi they will pich their tents And in these fieldes fatall to Roman liues Hazard the fortune of the doubtfull fight Cat. O welcome thou this long expected day On which dependeth Romane liberty Now Rome thy freedom hangeth in suspence And this the day that must