all things to an end So in th' appropriate honor of that end All things precedent haue their naturall frame And therefore is there a proportion Betwixt the ends of those things and their primes For else there could not be in their creation Alwayes or for the most part that firme forme In their still like existence that we see In each full creature What proportion then Hath an immortall with a mortall substance And therefore the mortality to which A man is subiect rather is a sleepe Then bestiall death since sleepe and death are call'd The twins of nature For if absolute death And bestiall sease the body of a man Then is there no proportion in his parts His soule being free from death which otherwise Retaines diuine proportion For as sleepe No disproportion holds with humane soules But aptly quickens the proportion Twixt them and bodies making bodies fitter To giue vp formes to soules which is their end So death twin-borne of sleepe resoluing all Mans bodies heauy parts in lighter nature Makes a reunion with the spritely soule When in a second life their beings giuen Holds their proportion firme in highest heauen Ath. Hold you our bodies shall reuiue resuming Our soules againe to heauen Cat. Past doubt though others Thinke heauen a world too high for our low reaches Not knowing the sacred sence of him that sings Ioue can let downe a golden chaine from heauen Which tyed to earth shall fetch vp earth and seas And what 's that golden chaine but our pure soules A golden beame of him let downe by him That gouern'd with his grace and drawne by him Can hoist this earthy body vp to him The sea and ayre and all the elements Comprest in it not while t is thus concret But fin'd by death and then giuen heauenly heat Ath. Your happy exposition of that place Whose sacred depth I neuer heard so sounded Euicts glad grant from me you hold a truth Stat. Is 't not a manly truth and mere diuine Cat. T is a good chearefull doctrine for good men But sonne and seruants this is only argu'd To spend our deare time well and no life vrgeth To any violence further then his owner And grauer men hold fit Le ts talke of Caesar He 's the great subiect of all talke and he Is hotly hasting on Is supper ready Mar. It is my Lord Cat. Why then let 's in and eat Our coole submission will quench Caesars heat Sta. Submission here 's for him Cat. Statilus My reasons must not strengthen you in error Nor learn'd Athenodorus gentle yeelding Talke with some other deepe Philosophers Or some diuine Priest of the knowing gods And heare their reasons in meane time come sup Exeunt Cato going out arme in arme betwixt Athen. and Statilius Act V. Scene I. Enter Ushers with the two Lentuli and Septimius before Cornelia Cyris Telesilla Lelia Drusus with others following Cornelia Septimius and the two Lentuli reading letters Cor. SO may my comforts for this good newes thriue As I am thankfull for them to the Gods Ioyes vnexpected and in desperate plight Are still most sweet and proue from whence they come When earths still Moonelike confidence in ioy Is at her full True ioy descending farre From past her sphere and from that highest heauen That moues and is not mou'd how farre was I From hope of these euents when fearefull dreames Of Harpies tearing out my heart of armies Terribly ioyning Cities kingdomes falling And all on me prou'd sleepe not twin to death But to me death it selfe yet making then These letters full of as much chearefull life I found closde in my hand O gods how iustly Ye laugh at all things earthly at all feares That rise not from your iudgements at all ioyes Not drawne directly from your selues and in ye Distrust in man is faith trust in him ruine Why write great learned men men merely rapt With sacred rage of confidence beleefe Vndanted spirits inexorable fate And all feare treading on t is all but ayre If any comfort be t is in despaire 1 Len. You learned Ladies may hold any thing 2 Lent Now madam is your walk from coach come neare The promontory where you late commanded A Sentinell should stand to see from thence If either with a nauy brought by sea Or traine by land great Pompey comes to greet you As in your letters he neare this time promisde Cor. O may this Isle of Lesbos compast in With the Aegaean sea that doth diuide Europe from Asia The sweet literate world From the Barbarian from my barbarous dreames Diuide my dearest husband and his fortunes 2 Len. He 's busied now with ordering offices By this time madam sits your honor'd father He looks in his letter In Caesars chaire of vniuersall Bishop Domitius Aenobarbas is made Consull Spynther his Consort and Phaonius Tribune or Pretor Septimius with a letter Sep. These were only sought Before the battaile not obtaind nor mouing My father but in shadowes Corn. Why should men Tempt fate with such firme confidence seeking places Before the power that should dispose could grant them For then the stroke of battaile was not struck 1 Len. Nay that was sure enough Physitians know When sick mens eyes are broken they must dye Your letters telling you his victory Lost in the skirmish which I know hath broken Both the eyes and heart of Caesar for as men Healthfull through all their liues to grey-hayr'd age When sicknesse takes them once they seldom scape So Caesar victor in his generall fights Till this late skirmish could no aduerse blow Sustaine without his vtter ouerthrow 2 Lent See madam now your Sentinell enquire Cor. Seest thou no fleet yet Sentinell nor traine That may be thought great Pompeys Sen. Not yet madame 1 Len. Seest thou no trauellers addrest this way In any number on this Lesbian shore Sent. I see some not worth note a couple comming This way on foot that are not now farre hence 2 Lent Come they apace like messengers with newes Sent. No nothing like my Lord nor are their habites Of any such mens fashions being long mantles And sable hew'd their heads all hid in hats Of parching Thessaly broad brimm'd high crown'd Cor. These serue not our hopes Sent. Now I see a ship A kenning hence that strikes into the hauen Cor. One onely ship Sen. One only madam yet Cor. That should not be my Lord 1 Lent Your Lord no madam Sen. She now lets out arm'd men vpon the land 2 Lent Arm'd men with drum and colours Sen. No my Lord But bright in armes yet beare halfe pikes or beadhookes 1 Lent These can be no plumes in the traine of Pompey Cor. I le see him in his letter once againe Sen. Now madam come the two I saw on foot Enter Pompey and Demetrius Dem. See your Princesse Sir come thus farre from the City in her coach to encounter your promist comming About this time in your last letters Pom. The world is alterd since
action of the publique weale Nor any rule beare neare her politique sterne For to be vpright and sincere therein Like Catos sonne the times corruption Will neuer beare it and to sooth the time You shall doe basely and vnworthy your life Which to the gods I wish may outweigh mine In euery virtue howsoeuer ill You thriue in honor Por. I my Lord shall gladly Obey that counsell Cat. And what needed you Vrge my kinde care of any charge that nature Imposes on me haue I euer showne Loues least defect to you or any dues The most indulgent father being discreet Could doe his dearest blood doe you me right In iudgement and in honor and dispence With passionate nature goe neglect me not But send my sword in Goe t is I that charge you Por. O my Lord and father come aduise me Exeunt Cat. What haue I now to thinke on in this world No one thought of the world I goe each minute Discharg'd of all cares that may fit my freedome The next world and my soule then let me serue With her last vtterance that my body may With sweetnesse of the passage drowne the sowre That death will mix with it the Consuls soules That slew themselues so nobly scorning life Led vnder Tyrants Scepters mine would see For we shall know each other and past death Retaine those formes of knowledge learn'd in life Since if what here we learne we there shall lose Or immortality were not life but time And that our soules in reason are immortall Then naturall and proper obiects proue Which immortallity and knowledge are For to that obiect euer is referr'd The nature of the soule in which the acts Of her high faculties are still employde And that true obiect must her powers obtaine To which they are in natures aime directed Since t were absurd to haue her sit an obiect Which possibly she neuer can aspire Enter a Page with his sword taken out before Pag Your sword my Lord Cat. O is it found lay downe Vpon the bed my boy Exit Pa. Poore men a boy Must be presenter manhood at no hand Must serue so foule a fact for so are calde In common mouths mens fairest acts of all Vnsheath is 't sharpe t is sweet Now I am safe Come Caesar quickly now or lose your vassall Now wing thee deare soule and receiue her heauen The earth the ayre and seas I know and all The ioyes and horrors of their peace and warres And now will see the gods state and the starres He fals vpon his sword and enter Statilius at another side of the Stage with his sword drawne Porcius Brutus Cleanthes and Marcilius holding his hands Stat. Cato my Lord Por. I sweare Statilius He 's forth and gone to seeke you charging me To seeke elsewhere lest you had slaine your selfe And by his loue entreated you would liue Sta. I sweare by all the gods I le run his fortunes Por. You may you may but shun the victor now Who neare is and will make vs all his slaues Sta He shall himselfe be mine first and my slaues Exit Por. Looke looke in to my father O I feare He is no sight for me to beare and liue Exit Omn. 3 O ruthfull spectacle Cle. He hath ript his entrals Bru. Search search they may be sound Cle. They may and are Giue leaue my Lord that I may sew them vp Being yet vnperisht He thrusts him back plucks out his entrals Ca. Stand off now they are not Haue he my curse that my lifes least part saues Iust men are only free the rest are slaues Bru. Myrror of men Mar. The gods enuied his goodnesse Enter Caesar Anthony Brutus Acilius with Lords and Citizens of Vtica Caes. Too late too late with all our haste O Cato All my late Conquest and my lifes whole acts Most crownde most beautified are basted all With thy graue lifes expiring in their scorne Thy life was rule to all liues and thy death Thus forcibly despising life the quench Of all liues glories Ant. Vnreclaimed man How censures Brutus his sterne fathers fact Bru. T was not well done Caes. O censure not his acts Who knew as well what fitted man as all men Enter Achilius Septimius Salvius with Pompeys head All kneeling Your enemies head great Caesar Caes. Cursed monsters Wound not mine eyes with it nor in my camp Let any dare to view it farre as noblesse The den of barbarisme flies and blisse The bitterest curse of vext and tyrannisde nature Transferre it from me Borne the plagues of virtue How durst ye poyson thus my thoughts to torture Them with instant rapture Omn. 3. Sacred Caesar Caes. Away with them I vow by all my comforts Who slack seemes or not fiery in my charge Shall suffer with them All the souldiers Out base murtherers Tortures tortures for them bale them out Omn. Cruell Caesar Caes. Too milde with any torture Bru. Let me craue The ease of my hate on their one curst life Caes. Good Brutus take it O you coole the poyson These villaines flaming pou'rd vpon my spleen To suffer with my lothings If the blood Of euery common Roman toucht so neare Shall I confirme the false brand of my tyranny With being found a fautor of his murther Whom my deare Country chusde to fight for her Ant. Your patience Sir their tortures well will quit you Bru. Let my slaues vse Sir be your president Caes. It shall I sweare you doe me infinite honor O Cato I enuy thy death since thou Enuiedst my glory to preserue thy life Why fled his sonne and friend Statilius So farre I fly their hurt that all my good Shall fly to their desires And for himselfe My Lords and Citizens of Vtica His much renowne of you quit with your most And by the sea vpon some eminent rock Erect his sumptuous tombe on which aduance With all fit state his statue whose right hand Let hold his sword where may to all times rest His bones as honor'd as his soule is blest FINIS
Caesar Anthony Acilius with souldiers Caes. O We haue slaine not conquerd Roman blood Peruerts th' euent and desperate blood let out With their owne swords Did euer men before Enuy their owne liues since another liu'd Whom they would willfully conceiue their foe And forge a Tyrant merely in their feares To iustifie their slaughters Consuls furies Ant. Be Sir their faults their griefes The greater number Were only slaues that left their bloods to ruth And altogether but six thousand slaine Caes. How euer many gods and men can witnesse Themselues enforc't it much against the most I could enforce on Pompey for our peace Of all slaine yet if Brutus only liu'd I should be comforted for his life sau'd Would weigh the whole six thousand that are lost But much I feare his death because the battell Full stricken now he yet abides vnfound Acil. I saw him fighting neare the battels end But suddainly giue off as bent to fly Enter Brutus Anth. He comes here see Sir Bru. I submit to Caesar My life and fortunes Caes. A more welcome fortune Is Brutus then my conquest Bru. Sir I fought Against your conquest and your selfe and merit I must acknowledge a much sterner welcome Caes. You fought with me Sir for I know your armes Were taken for your Country not for Pompey And for my Country I fought nothing lesse Then he or both the mighty-stomak't Consuls Both whom I heare haue slaine themselues before They would enioy life in the good of Caesar But I am nothing worse how ill soeuer They and the great authority of Rome Would faine enforce me by their mere suspitions Lou'd they their Country better then her Brutus Or knew what fitted noblesse and a Romane With freer soules then Brutus Those that liue Shall see in Caesars iustice and what euer Might make me worthy both their liues and loues That I haue lost the one without my merit And they the other with no Roman spirit Are you empair'd to liue and ioy my loue Only requite me Brutus loue but Caesar And be in all the powers of Caesar Caesar In which free wish I ioyne your father Cato For whom I le haste to Vtica and pray His loue may strengthen my successe to day Exeunt Porcius in haste Marcillius bare following Porcius discouers a bed and a sword hanging by it which he takes downe Mar. To what vse take you that my Lord Por. Take you No note that I take it nor let any seruant Besides your selfe of all my fathers nearest Serue any mood he serues with any knowledge Of this or any other Caesar comes And giues his army wings to reach this towne Not for the townes sake but to saue my father Whom iustly he suspects to be resolu'd Of any violence to his life before He will preserue it by a Tyrants fauour For Pompey hath miscaried and is fled Be true to me and to my fathers life And doe not tell him nor his fury serue With any other Mar. I will dye my Lord Ere I obserue it Por. O my Lord and father Cato Athenodorus Statilius Cato with a booke in his hand Cat. What feares fly here on all sides what wilde lookes Are squinted at me from mens mere suspicions That I am wilde my selfe and would enforce What will be taken from me by the Tyrant Ath. No Would you only aske life he would thinke His owne life giuen more strength in giuing yours Cat. I aske my life of him Stat. Aske what 's his owne Of him he scornes should haue the least drop in it At his disposure Cat. No Statilius Men that haue forfeit liues by breaking lawes Or haue beene ouercome may beg their liues But I haue euer beene in euery iustice Better then Caesar and was neuer conquer'd Or made to fly for life as Caesar was But haue beene victor euer to my wish 'Gainst whomsoeuer euer hath opposde Where Caesar now is conquer'd in his Conquest In the ambition he till now denide Taking vpon him to giue life when death Is tenfold due to his most tyrannous selfe No right no power giuen him to raise an army Which in despight of Rome he leades about Slaughtering her loyall subiects like an outlaw Nor is he better Tongue shew falshood are To bloodiest deaths his parts so much admir'd Vaineglory villany and at best you can Fed with the parings of a worthy man My fame affirme my life receiu'd from him I le rather make a beast my second father Stat. The gods auert from euery Roman minde The name of slaue to any Tyrants power Why was man euer iust but to be free 'Gainst all iniustice and to beare about him As well all meanes to freedome euery houre As euery houre he should be arm'd for death Which only is his freedome Ath. But Statilius Death is not free for any mans election Till nature or the law impose it on him Cat. Must a man goe to law then when he may Enioy his owne in peace If I can vse Mine owne my selfe must I of force reserue it To serue a Tyrant with it All iust men Not only may enlarge their liues but must From all rule tyrannous or liue vniust Ath. By death must they enlarge their liues Cat. By death Ath. A man 's not bound to that Cat. I le proue he is Are not the liues of all men bound to iustice Ath. They are Cat. And therefore not to serue iniustice Iustice it selfe ought euer to be free And therefore euery iust man being a part Of that free iustice should be free as it Ath. Then wherefore is there law for death Cat. That all That know not what law is nor freely can Performe the fitting iustice of a man In kingdomes common good may been forc't But is not euery iust man to him selfe The perfect'st law Ath. Suppose Cat. Then to himselfe Is euery iust mans life subordinate Againe Sir Is not our free soule infus'd To euery body in her absolute end To rule that body in which absolute rule Is she not absolutely Empresse of it And being Empresse may she not dispose It and the life in it at her iust pleasure Ath. Not to destroy it Cat. No she not destroyes it When she disliues it that their freedomes may Goe firme together like their powers and organs Rather then let it liue a rebell to her Prophaning that diuine coniunction Twixt her and it nay a disiunction making Betwixt them worse then death in killing quick That which in iust death liues being dead to her If to her rule dead and to her aliue If dying in her iust rule Ath. The body liues not When death hath rest it Cat. Yet t is free and kept Fit for reiunction in mans second life Which dying rebell to the soule is farre Vnfit to ioyne with her in perfect life Ath. It shall not ioyne with her againe Cat. It shall Ath. In reason shall it Cat. In apparant reason Which I le proue clearely Stat. Heare and iudge it Sir Cat. As nature works in
all thanks The Romane Genius is alterd now And armes for Caesar Caes. Soothsayer be for euer Reuerenc't of Caesar O Marc Anthony I thought to raise my camp and all my tents Tooke downe for swift remotion to Scotussa Shall now our purpose hold Anth. Against the gods They grace in th' instant and in th' instant we Must adde our parts and be in th' vse as free Crass. See Sir the scouts returne Enter two scouts Caes. What newes my friends 1 Scou. Arme arme my Lord the voward of the foe Is rang'd already 2 Scou. Answer them and arme You cannot set your rest of battell vp In happyer houre for I this night beheld A strange confusion in your enemies campe The souldiers taking armes in all dismay And hurling them againe as fast to earth Euery way routing as th' alarme were then Giuen to their army A most causelesse feare Disperst quite through them Caes. Then t was Ioue himselfe That with his secret finger stirr'd in them Crass. Other presages of successe my Lord Haue strangely hapn'd in th' adiacent Cities To this your army for in Tralleis Within a Temple built to Victory There stands a statue of your forme and name Neare whose firme base euen from the marble pauement There sprang a Palme tree vp in this last night That seemes to crowne your statue with his boughs Spred in wrapt shadowes round about your browes Caes. The signe Crassinius is most strange and gracefull Nor could get issue but by power diuine Yet will not that nor all abodes besides Of neuer such kinde promise of successe Performe it without tough acts of our owne No care no nerue the lesse to be emploid No offering to the gods no vowes no prayers Secure and idle spirits neuer thriue When most the gods for their aduancements striue And therefore tell me what abodes thou buildst on In an spirit to act enflam'd in thee Or in our Souldiers seene resolu'd addresses Crass. Great and firy virtue And this day Be sure great Caesar of effects as great In absolute conquest to which are prepar'd Enforcements resolute from this arm'd hand Which thou shalt praise me for aliue or dead Caes. Aliue ye gods vouchsafe and my true vowes For life in him great heauen for all my foes Being naturall Romans so farre ioyntly heare As may not hurt our Conquest as with feare Which thou already strangely hast diffusde Through all their army which extend to flight Without one bloody stroke of force and fight Anth. T is time my Lord you put in forme your battell Caes. Since we must fight then and no offerd peace Will take with Pompey I reioyce to see This long-time lookt for and most happy day In which we now shall fight with men not hunger With toyles not sweats of blood through yeares extended This one day seruing to decide all iarres Twixt me and Pompey Hang out of my tent My Crimsine coat of armes to giue my souldiers That euer-sure signe of resolu'd-for fight Crass. These hands shall giue that signe to all their longings Exit Crass Caes. My Lord my army I thinke best to order In three full Squadrons of which let me pray Your selfe would take on you the left wings charge My selfe will lead the right wing and my place Of fight elect in my tenth legion My battell by Domitius Calvinus Shall take direction The Cote of Armes is hung out and the Souldiers shoute within An. Heark your souldiers shoute For ioy to see your bloody Cote of Armes Assure their fight this morning Caes. A blest Euen Bring on them worthy comforts And ye gods Performe your good presages in euents Of fit crowne for our discipline and deeds Wrought vp by conquest that my vse of it May wipe the hatefull and vnworthy slaine Of Tyrant from my Temples and exchange it For fautor of my Country ye haue giuen That title to those poore and fearefull sowles That euery sound puts vp in frights and cryes Euen then when all Romes powers were weake and heartles When traiterous fires and fierce Barbarian swords Rapines and soule-expiring slaughters fild Her houses Temples all her ayre and earth To me then whom your bounties haue enform'd With such a spirit as despiseth feare Commands in either fortune knowes and armes Against the worst of fate and therefore can Dispose blest meanes encourag'd to the best Much more vouchsafe that honor chiefely now When Rome wants only this dayes conquest giuen me To make her happy to confirme the brightnesse That yet she shines in ouer all the world In Empire riches strife of all the Arts In gifts of Cities and of kingdomes sent her In Crownes laid at her feet in euery grace That shores and seas floods Islands Continents Groues fields hills mines and metals can produce All which I victor will encrease I vow By all my good acknowledg'd giuen by you Act IIII Scene I. Pompey in haste Brutus Gabinius Vibius following THe poyson steep't in euery vaine of Empire In all the world meet now in onely me Thunder and lighten me to death and make My senses feed the flame my soule the crack Was euer soueraigne Captaine of so many Armies and Nations so opprest as I With one hosts headstrong outrage vrging fight Yet fly about my campe in panick terrors No reason vnder heauen suggesting cause And what is this but euen the gods deterring My iudgement from enforcing fight this morne The new-fled night made day with Meteors Fir'd ouer Caesars campe and falne in mine As pointing out the terrible euents Yet in suspence but where they threat their fall Speake not these prodigies with fiery tongues And eloquence that should not moue but rauish All sound mindes from thus tempting the iust gods And spitting out their faire premonishing flames With brackish rheumes of ruder and brainsick number What 's infinitely more thus wild thus mad For one poore fortune of a beaten few To halfe so many staid and dreadfull souldiers Long train'd long foughten able nimble perfect To turne and winde aduantage euery way Encrease with little and enforce with none Made bold as Lyons gaunt as famisht wolues With still-seru'd slaughters and continuall toyles Bru. You should not Sir forsake your owne wise Counsell Your owne experienc't discipline owne practise Owne god inspired insight to all changes Of Protean fortune and her zany warre For hosts and hels of such What man will thinke The best of them not mad to see them range So vp and downe your campe already suing For offices falne by Caesars built on fall Before one stroke be struck Domitius Spinther Your father Scipio new preparing friends For Caesars place of vniuersall Bishop Are you th' obserued rule and voucht example Who euer would commend Physitians That would not follow the diseas'd desires Of their sick patients yet incurre your selfe The faults that you so much abhorre in others Pom. I cannot Sir abide mens open mouthes Nor be ill spoken of nor haue my counsels And circumspections turnd on me
for feares With mocks and scandals that would make a man Of lead a lightning in the desperat'st onset That euer trampled vnder death his life I beare the touch of feare for all their safeties Or for mine owne enlarge with twice as many Selfe-liues selfe-fortunes they shall sinke beneath Their owne credulities before I crosse them Come haste dispose our battaile Vib. Good my Lord Against your Genius warre not for the world Pom. By all worlds he that moues me next to beare Their scofs and imputations of my feare For any cause shall beare this sword to hell Away to battaile good my Lord lead you The whole six thousand of our yong Patricians Plac't in the left wing to enuiron Caesar My father Scipio shall lead the battaile Domitius the left wing I the right Against Marc Anthony Take now your fils Ye beastly doters on your barbarous wills Exeunt Alarme excursions of al The fiue Kings driuen ouer the Stage Crassinius chiefely pursuing At the dore enter againe the fiue Kings The battell continued within Epir. Fly fly the day was lost before t was fought Thess. The Romans feard their shadowes Cil. Were there euer Such monstrous confidences as last night Their Cups and musique shew'd Before the morning Made such amazes ere one stroke was struck Iber. It made great Pompey mad which who could mend The gods had hand in it Tra. It made the Consuls Run on their swords to see 't The braue Patricians Fled with their spoyled faces arrowes sticking As shot from heauen at them Thess. T was the charge That Caesar gaue against them Epir. Come away Leaue all and wonder at this fatall day Exeunt The fight neerer and enter Crassineus a sword as thrust through his face he fals To him Pompey and Caesar fighting Pompey giues way Caesar follows and enters at another dore Caes. Pursue pursue the gods foreshew'd their powers Which we gaue issue and the day is ours Crassineus O looke vp he does and shewes Death in his broken eyes which Caesars hands Shall doe the honor of eternall closure Too well thou keptst thy word that thou this day Wouldst doe me seruice to our victory Which in thy life or death I should behold And praise thee for I doe and must admire Thy matchles valour euer euer rest Thy manly lineaments which in a tombe Erected to thy noble name and virtues I le curiosly preserue with balmes and spices In eminent place of these Pharsalian fields Inscrib'd with this true soule of funerall Epitaphi Crassineus fought for fame and died for Rome Whose publique weale springs from this priuate tombe Enter some taking him off whom Caesar helps Enter Pompey Demetrius with black robes in their hands broad hats c. Pom. Thus haue the gods their iustice men their wils And I by mens wils rulde my selfe renouncing Am by my Angell and the gods abhorr'd Who drew me like a vapour vp to heauen To dash me like a tempest 'gainst the earth O the deserued terrors that attend On humane confidence had euer men Such outrage of presumption to be victors Before they arm'd To send to Rome before For houses neare the market place their tents Strowd all with flowers and nosegayes tables couer'd With cups and banquets bayes and mirtle garlands As ready to doe sacrifice for conquest Rather then arme them for fit fight t' enforce it Which when I saw I knew as well th' euent As now I feele it and because I rag'd In that presage my Genius shewing me clearely As in a mirror all this cursed issue And therefore vrg'd all meanes to put it off For this day or from these fields to some other Or from this ominous confidence till I saw Their spirits settl'd in some grauer knowledge Of what belong'd to such a deare decision They spotted me with feare with loue of glory To keepe in my command so many Kings So great an army all the hellish blastings That could be breath'd on me to strike me blinde Of honor spirit and soule And should I then Saue them that would in spight of heauen be ruinde And in their safeties ruine me and mine In euerlasting rage of their detraction Dem. Your safety and owne honor did deserue Respect past all their values O my Lord Would you Pom. Vpbraid me not goe to goe on Dem. No I le not rub the wound The misery is The gods for any error in a man Which they might rectify and should because That man maintain'd the right should suffer wrong To be thus insolent thus grac't thus blest Pom. O the strange carriage of their acts by which Men order theirs and their deuotions in them Much rather striuing to entangle men In pathlesse error then with regular right Confirme their reasons and their pieties light For now Sir whatsoeuer was foreshowne By heauen or prodigy ten parts more for vs Forewarning vs deterring vs and all Our blinde and brainlesse frenzies then for Caesar All yet will be ascribde to his regard Giuen by the gods for his good parts preferring Their glosse being starck impostures to the iustice Loue honor piety of our lawes and Countrey Though I thinke these are arguments enow For my acquitall that for all these fought Dem. Y' are cleare my Lord Pom. Gods helpe me as I am What euer my vntoucht command of millions Through all my eight and fifty yeares hath woonne This one day in the worlds esteeme hath lost So vile is praise and dispraise by euent For I am still my selfe in euery worth The world could grace me with had this dayes Euen In one blaze ioyn'd with all my other Conquests And shall my comforts in my well-knowne selfe Faile me for their false fires Demetrius Dem. O no my Lord Pom. Take griefe for them as if The rotten-hearted world could steepe my soule In filthy putrifaction of their owne Since their applauses faile me that are hisses To euery sound acceptance I confesse That till th' affaire was past my passions flam'd But now t is helplesse and no cause in me Rest in these embers my vnmoued soule With any outward change this dystick minding No man should more allow his owne losse woes Being past his fault then any stranger does And for the worlds false loues and ayry honors What soule that euer lou'd them most in life Once seuer'd from this breathing sepulchre Againe came and appearde in any kind Their kinde admirer still or did the state Of any best man here associate And euery true soule should be here so seuer'd From loue of such men as here drowne their soules As all the world does Cato sole accepted To whom I le fly now and my wife in way Poore Lady and poore children worse then fatherlesse Visit and comfort Come Demetrius They disguise themselues We now must sute our habites to our fortunes And since these changes euer chance to greatest Nor desire to be Doe fortune to exceed it what she can A Pompey or a Caesar but a man Exeunt Enter