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A06415	Lucans Pharsalia: or The ciuill warres of Rome, betweene Pompey the great, and Iulius Cæsar The whole tenne bookes, Englished by Thomas May, Esquire.; Pharsalia. English	Lucan, 39-65.; May, Thomas, 1595-1650.; Hulsius, Friedrich van, b. 1580, engraver.	1631 (1631)	STC 16888; ESTC S108868	158,607	432

vntoucht of old was growing there Of thicke set trees whose boug●s spreading and faire Meet●ng obscured the enclosed aire And made darke shades exil●ng Phoebus rayes There no rude Fawne nor wanton Silvan playes No Nimph disports but cruell Deityes Claime barbarous ●ites and bloody sacrifice Each tree's defil'd with humane blood if we Beleeue traditions of antiquitie No bird dates light vpon those hallowed bowes No beasts make there their dens no wind there blowes No lightning falls a sad religious awe The quiet trees vnstirr'd by winde doe draw Blacke water currents from darke fountaines flow The gods vnpolisht images doe know No arte but plaine and formelesse trunks they are Their mosse and mouldinesse procures a feare The common figures of knowne Deities Are not so fear'd not knowing what God t is Makes him more awfull by relation The shaken earths darke cavernes oft did grone Fall'n Yew trees often of themselues would rise With seeming fire oft flam'd th'vnburned trees And winding dragons the cold oakes embrace None giue neere worship to that balefull place The people leaue it to the gods alone When black night reignes or Phoebus guilds the noone The Priest himselfe trembles afraid to spie O● find this woods tutelar Deity This wood he bids them fell not standing far From off their worke vntoucht in former war Among the other bared hills it stands Of a thicke growth the souldiers valiant hands Trembled to strike moov'd with the majestie And thinke the axe from off the sacred tree Rebounding backe would their owne bodies wound Tn ' amzement of his men when Caesar found In his bold hand himselfe an hatchet tooke And first of all assaults a lo●ty oake And having wounded the religious tree Let no man feare to fell this wood quoth he The guilt of this offence let Caesar beare The souldiers all obey not voide of feare But ballancing the gods and Caesars frowne The knotty Holmes the tall wild Ashes downe Ioues sacred Oake ship-building Alder falles And Cypresse worne at great m●ns funeralls Then first cut downe admit the sight of day The falling trees so thicke each other stay The Gaules lament to see the wood destroy'd But the besieged townesmen all orejoy'd Hope that the wronged gods will vengeance take But gods oft spare the guiltiest men and make Poore wretches onely feele their vengefull hand When wood enough was fell'd waines they command From every part plowmen their seasons lose Whilst in this worke souldiers their teames dispose But weary in this g lingring war to stay Before the walles Caesar goes far away To meet his troopes in Spaine his army stayes Before the towne there lofty forts they raise And bulwark●s equalling the height o' th towne Which had in earth no fixt foundation But rowled to and fro the cause vnknone The townesmen viewing this strange motion Thought it some earthquake where the strugling wind From the earths cavernes could no passage find But much they wonder their owne walls stand fast From thence against the towne their Piles they cast But the Greeks missill weapons did more harme To Caesars men sent from no feeble arme But mighty engines with a whirlewinds might These not content one breast alone to split Through many bodies bones and armours cleaue Not loosing in one wound their strength and leaue Behind them many deaths but when they throw Great massie stones the mortall force is so As from a mountaines top a falling rocke Which the winds force and ruining time has broke Not only killes what man so ere it dash But every limme dooes into pieces pash But when with fence of shields conjoyned all The sheltred souldiers could approach the wall Their heads all cover'd like a fishes shell Those darts and stones flue over them which fell With danger on their heads before but now The Greekes at such small distance could n●t throw Nor th'engine change content with weight alone On their foes heads they roule downe heavy stone But while the fence did last hurtlesse did all Their stones and darts like haile on houses fall Vntill the townesmens teased valour broke When Caesar's m●n were tir'd with often strokes The fence and did their ioyned shields divide Then did a thin earth cover'd worke proceede Vnder whose covert those that lay did fall To worke in vndermining of the wall Sometimes the back forc'd ramme did strongly driue Forward the well compacted wall to riue But from aboue with fires with often stroakes Of broken bars stakes and fire harden'd oakes They force the fence the worke broke downe vaine The souldiers tir'd fly to their campe againe The Greekes then sally fo●th not satisfi'd That their walles safely stand and fire workes hide h Vnder their armes no mortall bow nor speare Armes the bold youth but flaming fire they beare Which with swift wings into the Romane trench The strong windes carry nought has power to quench Or slacken it the wood though greene dissolues And in blacke clouds of smoke the aire involues But fire all pieces of the buildings take Not onely wood but stones and rockes doe cracke And moulder into ashes greater now The failing bulwarkes in their ruines show The conquer'd now loosing all hope by land Resolue the hazard of sea-fight to stand Their ships f●re-decke no gilded names adorne But timber plaine such as the woods had borne Growing make stations firme for Navall fight Now downe the streame of Rodanus the fleet From Staechas comes to sea and there attends Br●tus Praetorian ship Massilia sends Her vtmost strength to triall of the war Old men and beardlesse boyes all armed are The fleet then ready on the Ocean Was rigg'd and ●ld wo●ne ships repair'd againe Now when the sky is cleare and his bright rayes On the calme sea the rising Sunne displayes The North and Southerne windes their fury spare And leaue the calm●d Ocean fit for war Both nations rowing from their stations meete Here the Caesarian there the Graecian fleete With oft and lusty strokes of Rowers from The havens trembling the great Gallies come The ho●es of Caesar's fleete Gallies that bore Three Oares aside and some that went with foure Or more did ma●e themselues opposing so In front behinde them smaller vessels goe Liburnian Gallies with two Oares content Con●oyn'd in fo●me of a● halfe Moone they went Brutus Praetorian galley swe rt the sea Like a vaste house then th' rest more high was she And row'd with sixe strong Oares on a side But when 〈◊〉 little sea-roome did divide Both fleetes as that one stroak would make them meet Numberlesse voyces the vaste ayre did gree● Plowing the Seas Souldiers loud shouts quite drown'd The noise of rowing and shrill trumpets sound Then sweepe they the blew waues the rowers seat Thēselues ' gainst their breasts strong stroaks they f●t Ships against ships beakes meeting beakes resound And run ●sterne the ayre is darkned round With flying darts which fa●ling th' Ocean hide Then turning their forecastles far more wide They make their

bring to passe to dye By his owne hand no land from me is free My Trophees all that Titan sees possesse Going from thence Ph●sis cold river sees Me conquerour in the North in the hote Zone Knowne Aegypt and Syene that at noone No shadow spreads my lawes the West obeyes Baetis that meets the fa●thest VVesterne seas Me tam'd Arabia knowes th'Aenio he bold And Colchos fam'd for her sto●ne fleece of gold The Cappadorians from my Colours flie And lewes that serue an vnknowne Deitie Me soft Sophene feares th' Armenians Taurus and the subdu'd Cilicians VVhat warres for him but civill doe I leaue These words his souldiers with no shout receiue Nor are they eager of the fight their feares Great Pompey sees and backe his Standard beares Loath in so great a war to venture men Orecome with same of Caesar yet not seene As a Bull beat in the first fight he tries Through th' empty fields and desart forrests flies Exil'd and tries ' gainst ev'ry tree his hornes Nor till his strength be perfited returnes To pasture then recovering his command Maugure the Heardsman leads them to what land He lift so now as weakest Italy Dooes Pompey leaue and through Apuli● fly Himselfe immuring in Brundufirm's hold A towne by Cretan colonies of old Possest that in th' Athenian nauy fled VVhen lying sailes reported Theseus dead Hence Italy's now straightned coast extends Her selfe in forme of a thin tongue and bends Her hornes t' inclose the Adriaticke sea Nor yet could these straight shut vp waters be A haven if high cliffes winds violence Did not restraine and the tir'd waters fence On both sides Nature the windes tyranny To stop high cliffes opposes to the sea That ships by trembling cables held may stand Hence all the Maine lyes ope if to thy land We saile Corcyra or our courses bend On the left hand where Epidamnus tends To the Ionian thither Saylers flye When th'Adrian's rough and cloudes obscure the high Ceraunian mountaines and with violent dash The foaming seas Calabrian Sason wash When of forsaken Italy there was No hope at all nor that the war could passe Into the Spanish coast for twixt that land The lofty Alpes did interposed stand Thus th' eldest of his noble progeny Pompey bespake the worlds far Regions try Nile and Euphrates wheresoere my name Is spread and all the Cities where Romes fame I haue advaunc'd bring backe vnto the seas The now dispers'd Cicilian colonies The strength Pharnaces holds I charge thee bring Arme my Tigranes and th'Aegyptian King Those that inhabit both Armenia's ore And the fierce nation by the Euxine Shore Riphaean bands and those where Scythian carres On his slow back congeal'd Maeotis beares Why speake I more through all the East my Sonne Carry this war through every conquer'd towne I' th' world to vs all triumph'd regions joyne But you whose names the Latian feasts doe signe To Epire saile with the first Northeast winde Through Greece and Macedon new strength to finde While winter giues vs respite from the war To his commands they all obedient are And from th'Italian shore their anchors weigh Caesar impatient of warres long delay Or rest lest changing fates might ought withstand His flying Sonne in law pursues at hand So many townes at first assault surpriz'de And Forts disarmed others had suffic'de Rome the worlds head warres greatest booty left A prey but Caesar in all actions swift Thinking nought done whilst ought vndone remain'd Feircely pursues and though he haue obtain'de All Italy and that great Pompey liues In th' vtmost edge that both are there he grieues Nor would he let his foes passe foorth againe By Sea but seekes to stop the watry maine And with vast hills damme vp the Ocean But this great labour is bestow'de in vaine The Sea those mountaines swallowes mixing all With sands below so if high Erix fall Into the midst of the Aegaean Sea No land aboue the water seene can be Or if the lofty Gaurus quite torne downe Were to the bottome of Avernus throwne But when no earth throwne in would firmely stand Then with a bridge of fastned ships the Land He joynes each Galley doe foure anchors stay Once ore the Sea proud Xerxes such a way Made by report when ioyn'd by bridge he saw Sestos t' Abydos Europe t' Asia And fearing not th'Eastwinde nor Wests affront Walk'd ore the curled backe of Hellespont When ships their sayles round about Athos spread So now this Haven's mouth Ships straightened On which their Bulwarkes vp apace they raise And lofty towers stand trembling on the seas When Pompey saw that a new land orespread The ocean's face care in his brest is bred To ope the sea and carry foorth the warre Fill'd sailes and stretching shrowds the Ships oft bare Against these works breaking them downe made roome Into the Sea for other ships to come Oft well driven engines lighten'd the darke night With flying fires When time for their stolne flight Was come he warnes his men no Sailers noyse Might on the shore be heard nor trumpets voice Divide the houres nor cornets sound at all The marriners should to their charges call Now neere her end Virgo began to be And Libra followes his first day to see The silent fleete departs the anchors made No noise when from thicke sands their hookes are weigh'd Silent while they the sayle-yard bow and reare The maine-mast vp the fearefull masters are The Saylers softly spread their sailes nor dare Shake their strong shrowds within the whizzing aire The Generall makes his prayer Fortune to thee To giue him leaue t' abandon Italy Since thou 'lt not let him keepe it but alas The Fates will scarce grant that the waters flash And furrow'd with so many keeles at once The st●mme beat sea with a vast murmur grones The foes let in by gates and vp the wall Which faith by Fortune turn'd had open'd all Along the havens stagge-like Hornes they runne Swiftly to shore griev'd that the fleete was gon Is Pompey's flight so small a victory A straighter passage let him out to sea Then where th'Eubaean channell Chaleis beates Here stuck two shipps which fast the engine gets In fight and neere the shore the skirmish tri'de Heere first the Sea with civill blood was dy'de The Fleet escap'd of those two ships bereft So when Thessalia Iasons Argo left For Colchos bound Cyanean Isles at sea Shot foorth the tayle-maim'd Ship escap'd away Amidst the rockes in vaine the Ilands beat The empty sea she comes a sayler yet Now that the Sunne was neere the Easterne skie Declar'd palefac'd before his rosie dye The Plejades grow dimme each neerer star Looses his light Bootes lazy carre Turnes to the plaine complexion of the skies And Lucifer the great starres darkned flies From the hot day and now wert thou at sea Pompey not with such Fate as when from thee The fearefull Pirats through all seas retir'd Fortune revolts with thy oft triumphs tyr'd Now with thy

the armyes marching on apace Neere met stood parted but a little space They veiw'd each others hands striving to know Each others face thinking which way to throw Their piles from whence their fates most threatning show What monstrous acts they were about to doe There they their brothers and their fathers spy'd Against them stand yet would not change their side But piety their breasts amazed held And the cold blood in every limme congeal'd And every souldier his prepared pile And ready stretch'd-out arme contain'd a while The gods send thee ô Craestinus not death The common plague but feeling after breath VVhose pile first throwne of all the fight began And Thessaly with Roman blo●d did staine Oh frantike violence did Caesar stand Quiet and was there a more forward b hand Shrill cornets then began the aire to wound Th' alarums beat and all the trumpets sound The noise and showts of souldiers peirce the sky And reach the convexe of Olympus high Aboue the thundring cloudes the noise they make The Thracian Aemus sounding valleys take High Pelion's cavernes eccho backe the sound VVhich Pindus and Pangaean rockes rebound Th'Octaean mountaines grone the souldiers feare Their showtes thus eccho'd from all hills to heare Numberlesse piles with different mindes are throwne Some wish to wound others to light vpon The ground and keepe their harmelesse hands from ill Chance rules them and makes guilty whom she will But the least part of slaughter heere was done VVith darts and flying steele the sword al●ne Was able civill quarells to decide And Roman hands ' gainst Roman breasts to guide Pompey's great army narrowly dispos'd In a thicke Phalanx stand with bucklers clos'd For fence but wanted roome their rankes thus fill'd To throw their piles their swords or armes to weild But Caesars loose-rank'd troopes all nimbly goe And the thicke armed wedges of the foe Making their way through men and steele assaile And through the strongest joynted coates of maile Peirce the ill guarded breasts each stroke findes out A breast though nere so fenc'd with armes about One army suffers tother makes the war All cold and guiltlesse Pompeys weapons are All Caesars impious swords are reeking hot But fortune heere long doubting waver'd not She swiftly bore fitting so great a day A mighty ruine torrent-like away When Pompey's horse ore all the fields at large Had spred their wings the foes in flanke to charge The light arm'd souldiers scatter'd all attended And ' gainst the foe their missile weapons bended With their owne weapons every nation fought Yet by all hands the Roman blood was sought Arrowes stones fire lead headed darts were throwne Which melted in the aires hot motion There th'Ituraeans Medes Arabians shot Their shafts good archers all yet levell'd not The aire be●ore their eyes was only sought By their wilde aimes yet death from thence was wrought But no dire crime could staine the forraine steele Nought could worke mischiefe but the Roman pile The ayre was da●kened with thicke arrowes flight VVhich ore the fields orespread a suddaine night Then c Caesar fearing lest his front should yeild To their assault obliquely cohorts held VVhich suddainly from the right wing he sent VVhither the wheeling horse their forces bent But Pompey's horse vnmindefull now of fight Nor stay'd by shame at all take speedy flight Vnhappily alas were civill wars Left to the trust of barbarous souldiers As soone as ere some galled horse had throwne Their riders and their limbs had trampled on The horsemen fled and left the field each one Or turning reines vpon their fellowes run No fight ensues but execution hot One side with sword the other with bare throat Made war nor could Caesarian hands suffice To execute their routed enemies Oh would the blood that barbarous breasts did yeild Could haue suffic'd Pharsalia's mortall field And that no other blood thy streames might staine Let those bones scattered ore thy fields remaine But if thou wouldst with Roman blood be fill'd Spare all the nations Let the Spaniards wilde Th' Armenians Syrians and Cilicians Galatians Gaules and Cappadocians Surviue for when this civill war is done These people will be Romans every one These feares once rais'd through every quarter fly Sent by the fates for Caesars victory Then came the war to Pompey's Roman power The war that variously had wander'd ore The fields there stucke there Caesars fortune stay'd No forreine Kings fought there no barbarous ayde From severall nations to that place was brought There their owne brothers there their fathers fought Mischiefe and fury rag'd there Caesar are Thy crimes oh fly from this sad part of war My soule and leaue it to eternall night Let no succeeding age by what I write Learne how much ill may be in civill fight Or rather let our teares and sorrowes dy What heere thou didst O Rome conceal'd shall be Caesar th'inciting fury of his men And spur to their blind rage lest his guilt then Should wanting be at all rides through all parts Adding new fury to their fired hearts Viewing their swords looking whose points with gore VVere lightly stain'd whose blades were bloody'd ore Who faulter in their blowes who hold their hand Who faintly strike who fight as by command And who with greedinesse who changes looke To see a Roman sla●ne himselfe then tooke Survey of bodyes gasping on the ground To let out all the blo●d crushing their wounds As fierce Enyo shakes her bloody lance And Mars incites his warlike Thracians Or driues with furious lashes ore the field His Horses starting at Minerva's shield Blacke nights of slaughter and dire deedes arise Like one great voyce the dying souldiers cries Clashing of armed breasts falling to ground And swords with swords meeting and breaking sound He with fresh swords his souldiers still supplyes To strike the faces of their enemies Forcing them on still vrging at their backe And with his javeling beating on the slacke Against the Senate not Plebejan f●es He guides their hands and swords full well he knowes VVhere the lawes liue where the states blood does flow Where he may conquer Rome and overthrow The worlds last liberty Together then Fall Senators with Roman Gentlemen Those honour'd names Metells Lepidi Corvini and Torqauati slaughter'd dy That oft commanders ore great Kings haue bin And except Pompey all the best of men In a Plebejan helme disguised there What weapon noble d Bru●us didst beare The Senates highest hope R●mes greatest grace The last of all thy ancient honour'd race Through the arm'd foes rush not too rashly on Nor seeke out thy Philip●i●ke fa●e too soone Fate will to thee a Thessaly allot In vaine thou aimest there at Caesars throte He has not yet mounted the top of fate And reach'd that height that governes humane state To me●it that braue death no let him reigne That he as Brutus offring may he slaine Heere call Romes honour dyes heere heap'd on high The slaughter'd Senate with Plebeians ly But ' mongst those nobles that

Those Eagles which the Roman Consuls keepes Thus having spoke aboord the ship he leapes With all his company Romes fate had gone The people bent to slavery vpon The shore exclaime But from a sacred breast Cato to them at last these words exprest Fought you yong men with Caesars armyes hopes No more true Roman but Pompey an troopes To gaine a Lord since for no Lord you fight But liue to doe your selues not tyrants right Since your spent bloods can no mans rule procure But your owne safety you 'll not now endure The wars to liue in bondage you desire And for your slavish neckes a yoake require Your danger 's worthy now the cause is good Pompey perhaps might haue abus'd your blood And will you now when liberty 's so high To ai●le of Rome your swords and throates deny Of three Lords fortune now has left but one Aegypts base King and Parthian bowes haue done More for the lawes then you oh shame goe ye Base men and scorn● the gift of Ptolomey Who will beleeue your hands could guilty be Of any blood he 'll rather thinke that ye Were the first men that from Pharsalia fled Goe then securely you haue merited Pardon in Caesar judgement not subdew'd By seidge or open force Oh servants lewd When your first master's dead his heir you 'll serue Why would you not more then your liues deserue And pardons ravish with you for a prey Metellus daughter Pompey's wife away And his two sonnes the gift of Aegypt's King Surpasse or could you to the tirant bring My head no small reward 't would render ye Then to good purpose haue you follow'd me On then and in our bloods your merit make T is slothfull treason a bare flight to take This speech of Cato straight recalls from seas Their flyng ships as when a swarme of Bees Their hony comb●s and barren waxe forsake Nor hang in clusters now but singly take Their flight i th aire and tast not slouthfull growne The bitter Thyme at sound of brasse alone Amaz'd they leaue their flight againe approoue Their flowery taskes againe their hony loue Glad is the Shepheard on sweete Hyb●aes bill To keepe the riches of his cottage still So Catoes speech on their affections wrought And them to patience of a war had brought And now their restlesse mindes with toile t'inure And teach them warlike laboures to endure VVith weary marches first their strength he tryes Along the sands their second labour is To scale Cyrenes lofty walls on whom Cato no vengeance tooke when overcome Though they against him shut their gates to him Revenge sufficient did their conquest seeme He thence to Libyan c Iubaes kingdome goes But there the Syrts did nature interpose Which Catoes dauntlesse virtue hopes to passe These Syrts when all the worlds first structure was Nature as doubtfull left twixt sea and land For neither sinke they quite like seas to stand Nor yet like land with shores repell the maine But doubtfull and vnpassable remaine A shelfe-spoil'd sea a water cover'd land Where sounding waues let in by sands command This part of nature Natures selfe disclam'd As a vaine worke and to no purpose fram'd Or once the deepe-drown'd Syrts were seas entire But burning Titan thence to feede his fire Drew vp those waues so neere the torrid zone And now the water holds contention With Phoebus drought which by continuance spent The Syrts will grow a solid continent For now their topps but shallow waters hide The fading sea decayes at every side When first the fleete began to launch from shore In his owne kingdome did blacke-Auster rore Whose blasts the sea from ship invasion keepe And from the Syrts far rowle the wavy deepe Or flatt the sea with throwne in heapes of sand Now the resistlesse windes the seas command Whose blasts of all spred sailes that fasten'd were To the maine-mast quite robb'd the marriner In vaine the shrowdes to winde so violent Deny their sailes beyond the ships extent Beyond the prow the swelled linnen 's blowne But where a man more provident was knowne That did his linnen to the saileyard ty He quite despoil'd of tackling presently Was overcome That fleete had far more ease Which on the deepe was tost with certaine seas But all those ships which had cut downe their masts T' avoide the fury of strong Austers blasts As then the winde against the tide did striue Against the winde the conquering tide did driue Some ships the sea forsakes whom straight the sands Vnseene surp●ise whose state now doubtfull stands Part of the ship vpon firme ground doth rest Part swimmes in water Now the sea 's opprest With flatts The sands assault the Ocean And though strong Auster driue the waues amaine They cannot master these high hills of sand On th' Oceans backe far from all countreys stand Heapes of dry dust not by the Ocean drown'd The wretched sailers though their ships on ground No shores can see Part of the fleete this shallow Detaines the greater part their ●udders follow And safe by flight by skillfull pylots aide Are to Tritomaes standing poole convay'd This poole they say that god esteemeth deare Whose shrill shell trumpet seas and shores doe heare This Pallas loues borne of the braine of Ioue Who first on Libya trode The heart doth proue This land next heauen she standing by the side Her face within the quiet water spy'd And gaue herselfe from the lov'd poole a name Tritonia Heere doth the silent streame Of darke oblivious Lethe gently fall That from hells Lethe takes originall The waking dragons charge is neare to these The once robb'd orchard of th' Hesperides To rob old times of credit the desire Is spite or truth from Poets to require A golden wood there was whose yellow trees Laden with wealthy fruit stood bow'd of these A dragon guardian was which never slept And the bright wood a troope of Virgins kept Hither Alcides comming did surprise The wealth and burden of those laden trees And leaving light their robbed boughs did bring Those glittering apples to th' Argolian King Part of the fleete got off from hence againe And from the Syr●es driven did remaine Vnder great Pompey's eldest sonnes command On this side Garamant is in rich land But Catoes vertue brooking no delay Through vnknowne regions lead his troopes away T' encompasse round the Syrts by land for now The stormy seas vnnavigable grow In winter time but stormes desired are To coole the temper of the sweltring aire They fea●e no cold in Libya's scorched clime Nor too much heat because in winter time Entring these barren sands thus Cato spake You that haue follow'd me souldiers and make Freedome your only safety settle now Your mindes with constancy to vndergoe Vertues great worke We march ore barren fields Ore Sun-burnt regions where no fountaine yeilds Water enough where Titans heate abounds And killing serpents smeare the parched grounds Hard wayes but whom their falling countrey's cause Through p●ths vnknowne and