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
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
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
dust and blood were foyld Now Lucius fals heare Drusus takes his end Here lies Hortensius weltring in his goare Here there and euery where men fall and die Yet Cassius shew not that thy heart doth faynt But to the last gasp for Romains freedom fight And when sad death shall be thy labors end Yet boast thy life thou didst for Country spend Enter Anthony Ant. Queene of Reuenge imperious Nemesis That in the wrinkels of thine angry browes Wrapst dreadfull vengance and pale fright-full death Raine downe the bloudy showers of thy reuenge And make our swordes the fatall instruments To execute thy furious bale-full Ire Let grim death seate her on my Lances point Which percing the weake armour of my foes Shall lodge her there within there coward brestes Dread horror vengance death and bloudy hate In this sad fight my murthering sworde awaite Exit Enter Titinnius Titin. Where may I flie from this accursed soyle Or shunne the horror of this dismall day The Heauens are colour'd in mourning sable weedes The Sunne doth hide his face and feares to see This bloudy conflict sad Catastrophe Nothing but grones of dying men are heard Nothing but bloud and slaughter may bee seene And death the same in sundry shapes araied Enter Cassius Casi. In vaine in vaine O Cassius all in vaine T is Heauen and destiny thou striuest against Titin. VVhat better hope or more accepted tydinges I st Noble Cassius from the Battell bringe Cassi. This haples hope that fates decreed haue Philippi field must bee our haples graue Titin. And then must this accursd and fatall day End both our liues and Romane liberty Must now the name of freedome bee forgot And all Romes glory in Thessalia end Casi. As those that lost in boysterous troublous seas Beaten with rage of Billowes stormy strife And without starres do sayle 'gainst starres and winde In drery darkenesse and in chereles night Without or hope or comfort endles are So are my thoughts deiected with dismay Which can nought looke for but poore Romes decay But yet did Brutus liue did hee but breath Or lay not slumbering in eternall night His welfare might infuse some hope or life Or at the least bring death with more content Weried I am through labour of the fight Then sweete Titinnius range thou through the fielde And either glad me with my friends successe Or quickly tell mee what my care doth feare How breathles hee vpon the ground doth lie That at thy words I may fall downe and die Titin. Cassius I goe to seeke thy Noble friend Heauen grant my goings haue a prosperous end Cassi. O go Titinnius and till thy returne Heere will I sit disconsolate alone Romes sad mishap and mine owne woes to moone O ten times treble fortunate were you VVhich in Pharsalias bloudy conflict dyed VVith those braue Lords now layed in bed of fame VVhich neere protected their most blessed dayes To see the horror of this dismall fight VVhy died I not in those Aemathian playnes VVhere great Domitius fell by Caesars hand And swift Eurypus downe his bloudy streame Bare shieldes and helmes and traines of slaughter'd men But Heauens reserud mee to this luckles day To see my Countries fall and friends decay But why doth not Titinnius yet returne My trembling heart misgiues me what 's befalne Brutus is dead I herke how willingly The Ecco itterates those deadly words The whisling windes with their mourning sound Do fill mine eares with noyse of Brutus death The birdes now chanting a more cheerles lay In dolefull notes recorde my friends decay And Philomela now forgets old wronges And onely Brutus wayleth in her songes I heare some noyse O t is Titinnius No t is not hee for hee doth feare to wound My greeued eares with that hearts-thrilling sound Why dost thou feed my thoughts with lingering hope Why dost thou then prolong my life in vayne Tell me my sentence and so end my payne He comes not yet nor yet nor will at all Linger not Cassius for to heare reply What if he come and tels me hee is slayne That only will increase my dying paine Brutus I come to company thy soule Which by Cocytus wandreth all alone Brutus I come prepare to meere thy friend Thy brothers fall procures this balefull end Enter Titinius Titi. Brutus doth liue and like a second Mars Rageth in heate of fury mongest his foes Then cheere thee Cassius loe I bring releefe And news of power to ease thy stormy greefe But see where Cassius weltreth in his blood Doth beate the Earth and yet not fully dead O Cassius speake O speake to me sweet friend Brutus doth liue open thy dying eyes And looke on him that hope and comfort brings O noe hee will not looke on mee but cryes That by my long delayes he haples dies Accursed villaine murtherer of thy friend Why hath thy lingering thus wrought Cassius end How cold thy care was to preuent this deed How slow thy loue that made no greater speed Care winged is and burning loue can flye My care was feareles loue but flattery But sithence in my life my loue was neuer shewne Now in my death I le make it to be knowne Accursed weapon that such blood could spil Nay cursed then the author of this deed Yet both offended both shall punished be I le take reueng of the knife the knife of me It shall make a passage for my life to passe Cause through my life his master murthered was And I on it againe will venged bee Cause it did worke my Cassius tragedy Then this reueng shal be to end my life Mine to distayne with baser blood the knife Enter Brutus the Ghost following him Bru. What doest thou still persue me vgly fend Is this it that thou thirsted for so much Come with thy tearing clawes and rend it out Would thy appeaseles rage be slacked with blood This sword to day hath crimsen channels made But heare 's the blood that thou woulds drinke so fayne Then take this percer broch this trayterous heart Or if thou thinkest death to small a payne Drag downe this body to proud Erebus Through black Cocytus and infernall Styx Lethean waues and fiers of Phlegeton Boyle me or burne teare my hatefull flesh Deuoure consume pull pinch plague paine this hart Hell craues her right and heere the furyes stand And all the hell-hounds compasse me a round Each seeking for a parte of this same prey Alasse this body is leane thin pale and wan Nor can it all your hungery mouthes suffice O t is the soule that they stand gaping for And endlesse matter for to prey vpon Renewed still as Titius pricked heart Then clap your hands let Hell with Ioy resound Here it comes flying through this aery round Gho. Hell take their hearts that this ill deed haue done And vengeance follow till they be ouercome Nor liue t' applaud the iustice of this deed Murther by her owne guilty hand doth bleed Enter Discord Dis. I now my longing hopes haue their desire The world is nothing but a massie heape Of bodys slayne The Sea a lake of blood The Furies that for slaughter only thirst Are with these Massakers and slaughters cloyde Tysiphones pale and Megeras thin face Is now puft vp and swolne with quaffing blood Caron that vsed but an old rotten boate Must nowe a nauie rigg for to transport The howling soules vnto the Stigian stronde Hell and Elisium must be digd in one And both will be to litle to contayne Numberles numbers of afflicted ghostes That I my selfe haue tumbling thither sent Gho. Now nights pale daughter since thy bloody ioyes And my reuengfull thirst fulfilled are Doe thou applaud what iustly heauens haue wrought While murther on the murtherers head is brought Dis. Caesar I pitied not thy Tragick end Nor tyrants daggers sticking in thy heart Nor doe I that thy deaths with like repayd But that thy death so many deaths hath made Now cloyde with blood I le hye me downe below And laugh to thinke I caused such endlesse woe Gho. Sith my reueng is full accomplished And my deaths causers by them selues are slaine I will descend to mine eternall home Where euerlastingly my quiet soule The sweete Elysium pleasure shall inioy And walke those fragrant flowry fields at rest To which nor fayre adonis bower so rare Nor old Alcinous gardens may compare There that same gentle father of the spring Mild Zephirus doth Odours breath diuine Clothing the earth in painted brauery The which nor winters rage nor Scorching heate Or Summers sunne can make it fall or fade There with the mighty champions of old time And great Heroes of the Goulden age My dateles houres I le spend in lasting ioy FINIS
assure thy hopes Cassi. Great Ioue and thou Trytonyan warlike Queene Arm'd with thy amazing deadly Gorgons head Strengthen our armes that fight for Roman welth And thou sterne Mars and Romulus thy Sonne Defend that Citty which your selfe begun All heauenly powers assist our rightfull armes And send downe siluer winged victory To crowne with Lawrells our triumphant Crests Bru. My minde that 's trobled in my vexed soule Opprest with sorrow and with sad dismay Misgiues me this wil be a heauy day Cassi. Why faynt not now in these our last extremes This time craues courage not dispayring feare Titin. Fie t will distayne thy former valiant acts To say thou faintest now in this last act Bru. My mind is heauy and I know not why But cruell fate doth sommon me to die Cato Sweet Brute let not thy words be ominous signes Of so mis-fortunate and sad euent Heauen and our Vallour shall vs conquerours make Cassi. What Bastard feare hath taunted our dead hearts Or what vnglorious vnwounted thought Hath changed the vallour of our daunted mindes What are our armes growne weaker then they were Cannot this hand that was proud Caesars death Send all Caesarians headlong that same path Looke how our troups in Sun-bright armes do shine With vaunting plumes and dreadfull brauery The wrathfull steedes do check their iron bits And with a well grac'd terror strike the ground And keeping times in warres sad harmony And then hath Brutus any cause to feare My selfe like valiant Peleus worthy Sonne The Noblest wight that euer Troy beheld Shall of the aduerse troopes such hauock make As sad Phillipi shall in blood bewayle The cruell massacre of Cassius sword And then hath Brutus any cause to feare Bru. No outward shewes of puissance or of strength Can helpe a minde dismayed inwardly Leaue me sweete Lordes a while vnto my selfe Cassi. In the meane time take order for the fight Drums let your fearefull mazing thunder playe And with their sound peirce Heauens brazen Towers And all the earth fill with like fearefull noyse As when that Boreas from his Iron caue With boysterous furyes Striuing in the waues Comes swelling forth to meet his blustering foe They both doe runne with feerce tempestuous rage And heaues vp mountaynes of the watry waues The God Oceanus trembles at the stroke Bru. What hatefull furyes vex my tortured mind What hideous sightes appalle my greeued soule As when Orestes after mother slaine Not being yet at Scithians Alters purged Behould the greesly visages of fiends And gastly furies which did haunt his steps Caesar vpbraues my sad ingratitude He saued my life in sad Pharsalian fieldes That I in Senate house might worke his death O this remembrance now doth wound my soule More then my poniard did his bleeding heart Enter Ghost Gho. Brutus ingratefull Brutus seest thou mee Anon In field againe thou shalt me see Bru. Stay what so ere thou art or fiend below Rays'd from the deepe by inchanters bloody call Or fury sent from Phlegitonticke flames Or from Cocytus for to end my life Be then Megera or Tysiphone Or of Eumenides ill boading crue Fly me not now but end my wretched life Come greesly messenger of sad mishap Trample in blood of him that hates to liue And end my life and sorrow all at once Gho. Accursed traytor damned Homicide Knowest thou not me to whome for forty honors Thou three and twenty Gastly wounds didst giue Now dare no more for to behould the Heauens For they to Day haue destyned thine end Nor lift thy eyes vnto the rising sunne That nere shall liue for to behould it set Nor looke not downe vnto the Hellish shades There stand the furyes thursting for thy blood Flie to the field but if thou thither go'st There Anthonyes sword will peirce thy trayterous heart Brutus to daie my blood shal be reuenged And for my wrong and vndeserued death Thy life to thee a torture shall become And thou shalt oft amongest the dying grones Of slaughtered men that bite the bleeding earth With that like balefull cheere might thee befall And seeke for death that flies so wretched wight Vntill to shunne the honour of the fight And dreadfull vengeance of supernall ire Thine owne right hand shall worke my wish'd reueng And so Fare ill hated of Heauen and Men Bru. Stay Caesar stay protract my greife no longer Rip vp my bowells glut thy thirsting throte With pleasing blood of Caesars guilty heart But see hee 's gon and yonder Murther stands See how he poynts his knife vnto my hart Althea raueth for her murthered Sonne And weepes the deed that she her-selfe hath done And Meleager would thou liuedst againe But death must expiate Altheas come I death the guerdon that my deeds deserue The drums do thunder forth dismay and feare And dismall triumphes sound my fatall knell Furyes I come to meete you all in Hell Enter Cato wounded Cato Bloodles and faynt Cato yeelde vp thy breath While strength and vigour in these armes remaynd And made me able for to wield my sword So long I fought and sweet Rome for thy sake Fear'd not effusion of my blood to make But now my strength and life doth fayle at once My vigor leaues my could and feeble Ioynts And I my sad soule must power forth in blood O vertue whome Phylosophy extols Thou art no essence but a naked name Bond-slaue to Fortune weake and of no power To succor them which alwaies honourd thee Witnesse my Fathers and mine owne sad death Who for our country spent our latest breath But oh the chaines of death do hold my toung Mine eyes wax dim I faynt I faynt I die O Heauens help Rome in this extremity Cass. Where shall I goe to tell the saddest tale That ere the Romane toung was forc'd to speake Rome is ouerthrowne and all that for her fought This Sunne that now hath seen so many deaths When from the Sea he heaued his cloudy head Then both the armes full of hope and feare Did waite the dreadfull trumpets fatall sound And straight Reuenge from Stygian bands let loose Possessed had all hearts and banished thence Feare of their children wife and little home Countryes remembrance and had quite expeld With last departed care of life it selfe Anger did sparkell from our beautious eyes Our trembling feare did make our helmes to shake The horse had now put on the riders wrath And with his hoofes did strike the trembling earth When Echalarian soundes then both gin meete Both like enraged and now the dust gins rise And Earth doth emulate the Heauens cloudes Then yet beutyous was the face of cruell war And goodly terror it might seeme to be Faire shieldes gay swords and goulden crests did shine Their spangled plumes did dance for solity As nothing priuy to their Masters feare But quickly rage and cruell Mars had staynd This shining glory with a sadder hew A cloud of dartes that darkened Heauens light Horror insteed of beauty did suceede And her bright armes with
VVhich turnes his edge and waxeth blunt to wound A brest so fraught with vertue excellent Ca. Seni. VVhy dost thou let me of my firme resolue Vnkinde boy hinderer of thy Fathers ioy Why dost thou slay me or wilt thou betray Thy Fathers life vnto his foe-mens hands And yet I wrong thy faith and loue too much In thy soules kindenesse t is thou art vnkinde Cat. Iun. If for your selfe you do this life reiect Yet you your Sonnes and Countries sake respect Rob not my yong yeares of so sweete a stay Nor take from Rome the Pillor of her strength Cat. Sene. Although I die yet do I leaue behinde My vertues fauor to bee thy youths guide But for my Country could my life it profit I le not refuse to liue that died for it Now doth but one smal snuffe of breath remaine And that to keepe should I mine Honor staine Cat. Iuni. Where you do striue to shew your vertue most There more you do disgrace it Cowards vse To shun the woes and trobles of this life Basely to flie to deaths safe sanctuary When constant vertues doth the hottest brunt's Of griefes assaultes vnto the end endure Ca. Seni. Thy words preuaile come lift me vp my Son And call some help to binde my bleeding wounds Cat. Iuni. Father I go with a more willing minde Then did Aeneas when from Troyan fire He bare his Father and did so restore The greatest gift hee had receiued before Exit Cat. Seni. Now haue I freed mee of that hurtfull Loue Which interrupted my resolued will Which all the world can neuer stay nor change Caesar whose rule commands both Sea and Land Is not of powre to hinder this weake hand And time succeeding shall behold that I Although not liue yet died courragiously stab himselfe Enter Cato Iunior Ca. Iuni. O hast thou thus to thine owne harme deceiu'd me Well I perceiue thy Noble dauntles heart Because it would not beare the Conquerors insolence Vsed on it selfe this cruell violence I know not whether I should more lament That by thine owne hand thou thus slaughtred art Or Ioy that thou so nobly didst depart Exit FINIS ACTVS 2. Enter Discord Dis. Now Caesar rides triumphantly through Rome And deckes the Capitoll with Pompeys spoyle Ambition now doth vertues seat vsurp Then thou Reuengfull great Adastria Queene Awake with horror of thy dubbing Drumm And call the snaky furies from below To dash the Ioy of their triumphing pride Erinnis kindle now thy Stigian brands In discontented Brutus boyling brest Let Caesar die a bleeding sacrifice Vnto the Soule of thy dead Country Rome Why sleepest thou Cassius wake thee from thy dreame And yet thou naught dost dreame but blood and death For dreadfull visions do afright thy sleepe And howling Ghosts with gastly horrors cry By Cassius hand must wicked Caesar die Now Rome cast of thy gaudy painted robes And cloth thy selfe in sable colored weedes Change thy vaine triumphs into funerall pomps And Caesar cast thy Laurell crowne apart And bind thy temples with sad Cypres tree Of warrs thus peace insues of peace more harmes Then erst was wrought by tragick wars alarmes Exit ACT. 3. SCE. 1. Enter Cassius Cas. Harke how Caesarians with resounding shoutes Tell heauens of their pompes and victories Caesar that long in pleasures idle lap And daliance vayne of his Proud Curtezan Had Iuld his sterne and bloody thoughts a sleepe Now in Rome streets ore Romaines come to triumph And to the Romains shews those Tropheyes sad Which from the Romaines he with blood did get The Tyrant mounted in his goulden chayre Rides drawne with milke white palferies in like pride As Phaebus from his Orientall gate Mounted vpon the firy Phlegetons backes Comes prauncing forth shaking his dewie locks Caesar thou art in gloryes cheefest pride Thy sonne is mounted in the highest poynt Thou placed art in top of fortunes wheele Her wheele must turne thy glory must eclipse Thy Sunne descend and loose his radiant light And if none be whose countryes ardent loue And losse of Roman liberty can moue I le be the man that shall this taske performe Cassius hath vowed it to dead Pompeys soule Cassius hath vowed it to afflicted Rome Cassius hath vowed it witnes Heauen and Earth Exit ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. Enter Caesar Antony Dolobella Lords two Romaines others Caesar Now haue I shaked of these womanish linkes In which my captiud thoughts were chayned a fore By that fayre charming Circes wounding look And now like that same ten yeares trauayler Leauing be-hind me all my trobles past I come awayted with attending fame Who through her shrill triump doth my name resound And makes proud Tiber and Lygurian Poe Yet a sad winter of the Sunne-Gods losse Beare my names glory to the Ocean mayne Which to the worlds end shall it bound it againe As from Phaegiean fields the King of Gods With conquering spoyles and Tropheus proud returnd When great Typheus fell by thundering darts And rod away with their Caelestiall troops In greatest pride through Heauens smooth paued way So shall the Pompeous glory of my traine Daring to match ould Saturns kingly Sonne Call downe these goulden lampes from the bright skie And leaue Heauen blind my greatnes to admire This laurell garland in fayre conquest made Shall stayne the pride of Ariadnes crowne Clad in the beauty of my glorious lampes Cassiopea leaue thy starry chayre And on my Sun-bright Chariot wheels attend Which in triumphing pompe doth Caesar beare To Earths astonishment and amaze of Heauen Now looke proude Rome from thy seuen-fould seate And see the world thy subiect at thy feete And Caesar ruling ouer all the world Dolo. Now let vs cease to boast of Romulus First author of high Rome and Romaines name Nor talke of Scaurus worthy Africans The scurge of Libia and of Carthage pride Nor of vnconquered Paulus dauntles minde Since Caesars glory them exceedes as farre As shining Phebe doth the dimmest starre Ant. Like as the Ship-man that hath lost the starre By which his doubtfull ship he did direct Wanders in darkenes and in Cloudy night So hauing lost my starr my Gouernesse Which did direct me with her Sonne-bright ray In greefe I wander and in sad dismay And though of triumphes and of victoryes I do the out-ward signes and Trophies beare Yet see mine inward mind vnder that face Whose collours to these Triumphes is disgrace Lord As when from vanquished Macedonia Triumphing ore King Persius ouerthrow Conquering Aemelius in great glory came Shewing the worlds spoyles which he had bereft From the successors of great Alexander With such high pomp yea greater victories Caesar triumphing coms into fayre Rome 1. Rom. In this one Champion all is comprehended Which ancient times in seuerall men commended Alcides strength Achilles dauntles heart Great Phillips Sonne by magnanimity Sterne Pyrhus vallour and great Hectors might And all the prowes that ether Greece or Troy Brought forth in that same ten years Troians warre 2. Rom. Faire
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
the monuments of Roman Kinges And build a Temple to his memory Honoring therein his sacred Deity Exeunt omnes ACT. 4. SC. 2. Enter Cassius and Brutus with an army Cassi. Now Romains proud foe worlds common enemy In his greatest hight and chiefest Iollitie In the Sacred Senate-house is done to death Euen as the Consecrated Oxe which soundes At horny alters in his dying pride VVith flowry leaues and gar-lands all bedight Stands proudly wayting for the hasted stroke Till hee amazed with the dismall sound Falls to the Earth and staines the holy ground The spoyles and riches of the conquered world Are now but idle Trophies of his tombe His laurell gar-landes do but Crowne his chaire His sling his shilde and fatall bloudy speare VVhich hee in battell oft 'gainst Rome did beare Now serue for nought but rusty monuments Bru. So Romulus when proud ambition His former vertue and renowne had stayned Did by the Senators receiue his end But soft what boades Titinnius hasting speede Enter Titinnius Titin. The frantike people and impatient By Anthonyes exhorting to reuenge Runne madding throw the bloudy streetes of Rome Crying Reuenge and murthering they goe All those that caused Caesars ouerthrowe Cassi. The wauering people pytiyng Caesars death Do rage at vs who fore to winne their weale Spare not the danger of our dearest liues But since no safety Rome for vs affordes Brutus wee ll hast vs to our Prouinces I into Syre thou into Maccedon Where wee will muster vp such martiall bandes As shall afright our following enemies Bru. In Thessaly wee le meete the Enemy And in that ground distaynd with Pompeys bloud And fruitefull made with Romane massaker VVee le either sacrifice our guilty foe To appease the furies of these howling Ghostes That wander restles through the shemy ground Or else that Thessaly bee a common Tombe To bury those that fight to infranchize Rome Titin. Brauely resolu'd I see yong Brutus minde Strengthned with force of vertues sacred rule Contemneth death and holdes proud chance in scorne Bru. I that before fear'd not to do the deede Shall neuer now repent it being done No more I Fortun'd like the Roman Lord Whose faith brought death yet with immortall fame I kisse thee hand for doing such a deede And thanke my heart for this so Noble thought And blesse the Heauens for fauoring my attempts For Noble Rome and if thou beest not free Yet I haue done what euer lay in mee And worthy friend as both our thoughts conspired And ioyned in vnion to performe this deede This acceptable deede to Heauens and Rome So le ts continue in our high resolue And as wee haue with honor thus begunne So le ts persist vntill our liues bee done Cassi. Then let vs go and with our warlike troopes Collected from our seuerall Prouinces Make Asia subiect to our Conquering armes Brutus thou hast commanded the Illirian bandes The feared Celts and Lusitanian horse Parthenians proud and Thrasians borne in warre And Macedon yet proud with our old actes With all the flowre of Louely Thessaly Vnder my warlike collours there shall march New come from Syria and from Babilon The warlike Mede and the Arabian Boe The Parthian fighting when hee seemes to flie Those conquering Gauls that built their seates in Greece And all the Costers on the Mirapont ACT. 3. SCE. 1. Enter Caesars Ghost Gho. Out of the horror of those shady vaultes Where Centaurs Harpies paynes and furies fell And Gods and Ghosts and vgly Gorgons dwell My restles soule comes heere to tell his wronges Hayle to thy walles thou pride of all the world Thou art the place where whilome in my life My seat of mounting honour was erected And my proud throane that seem'd to check the heauens But now my pompe and I are layd more lowe With these asosiates of my ouerthrow Here ancient Assur and proud Belus lyes Ninus the first that sought a Monarches name Atrides fierce with the Aeacides The Greeke Heros and the Troian flower Blood-thirsting Cyrus and the conquering youth That sought to fetch his pedegree from Heauen Sterne Romulus and proud Tarquinius The mighty Sirians and the Ponticke Kings Alcides and the stout Carthagian Lord The fatall enemie to the Roman name Ambitious Sylla and fierce Marius And both the Pompeyes by me don to death I am the last not least of the same crue Looke on my deeds and say what Caesar was Thessalia Aegipt Pontus Africa Spayne Brittaine Almany and France Saw many a bloody tryall of my worth But why doe I my glory thus restraine When all the world was but a Charyot Wherein I rode Triumphing in my pride But what auayles this tale of what I was Since in my chefest hight Brutus base hand With three and twenty wounds my heart did goare Giue me my sword and shild I le be Reueng'd My mortall wounding speare and goulden Crest I will dishorse my foemen in the field Alasse poore Caesar thou a shadow art An ayery substance wanting force and might Then will I goe and crie vpon the world Exclame on Anthony and Octauian Which seeke through discord and discentions broyles T imbrue their weapons in each others blood And leaue to execute my iust reuenge I heare the drummes and bloody Trumpets sound O how this sight my greeued soule doth wound Enter Anthony at on dore Octauian at another with Souldiers Anth. Now martiall friends competitors in armes You that will follow Anthony to fight Whome stately Rome hath oft her Consull seene Grac'd with eternall trophes of renowne With Libian triumphes and liberian spoyles Who scorns to haue his honour now distaind Or credit blemisht by a Boyes disgrace Prepare your dauntles stomakes to the fight Where without striking you shall ouer come Octa. Fellowes in war-faire which haue often serued Vnder great Caesar my disceased sier And haue return'd the conquerors of the world Clad in the Spoyles of all the Orient That will not brooke that any Roman Lord Should iniure mighty Iulius Caesars sonne Recall your wonted vallour and these hearts That neuer entertaynd Ignoble thoughts And make my first warre-faire and fortunate Ant. Strike vp drums and let your banners flie Thus will we set vpon the enemy Gho. Cease Drums to strike and fould your banners vp Wake not Bellona with your trumpets Clange Nor call vnwilling Mars vnto the field See Romaines see my wounds not yet clos'd vp The bleeding monuments of Caesars wronges Haue you so soone for got my life and death My life wherein I reard your fortunes vp My death wherein my reared fortune fell My life admir'd and wondred at of men My death which seem'd vnworthy to the Gods My life which heap'd on you rewards and gifts My death now begges one gift a iust reueng Ant. A Chilly cowld possesseth all my Ioyntes And pale wan feare doth cease my fainting heart Octa. O see how terrible my Fathers lookes My haire stands stiffe to see his greisly hue Alasse I deare not looke him in the face
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