Hesprus wiih his dauning day Had banisht the nights lamps away When in the Tents through all the rout A secret murmuring burst out Where fate had drawne the world together The wretched people trooping thither To Pompeys tent with furie driuen Would haue the signe of battell giuen The most not like to see next euen And with huge cries the houres they hast Of their neare deaths that drew on fast Such direfull sudden rage them bends Headlong to runne vnto their ends Pompey is slow and coward cal'd And vnto Caesar too much thral'd And that he kingdome did affect And would the world to him subiect Who seeing now that he could draw So many nations to his law Would still his glorious powre maintaine And therefore did all peace disdaine The Kings and Nations of the East Complain'd the warre was turn'd to ieast And so protracted to their wrong Who from their homes were held so long O heauenly powres such is your wills When you designe ought to our ills And all with vs shall go awry The blame on our owne faults must lie To mischiefe headlong run they all For dismall fight they cry and call In Pompeys campe Pharsalias fate Is vow'd to trie this dire debate Then Tullius that patron great Of Roman eloquence must treate In all their names he that of yore In his long robe did Rome restore To setled peace and to the law Brought dreadfull Catiline in awe But then did he the warres detest Onely with him was in request The Forum and the Rostrum seate Long silenced with martiall heate His eloquence no grace doth adde Vnto a cause in it selfe badde ¶ O Pompey for her fauours great At thy hands Fortune doth intreate That thou to her thy trust commend The nobles that thy Campe attend And all these kings thy constant friends That to thy aide their forces lends Do now beseech thee to agree That Caesar may subdued be Shall he so long haue meanes to finde A bloody warre with all mankinde The nations that thy selfe hath wonne And didst so quickly ouerrun VVill Pompeys glory disauow That is so slow in conquest now VVhither is thy braue courage fled Vngratefull dost thou stand in dread That heauen hath thee abandoned Or with the Gods dar'st thou not trust The Senate and thy cause so iust Thy Hoast their ensignes will display And giue the foe a bloudy day Vnto thy glory 't were a taint That thou shouldst vanquish by constraint Since thou by vs appointed art The Chiefetaine and for vs dost Mart. Let it bee lawfull for our Host To warre when we affect it most Why dost thou so by force hold backe The whole worlds Armes frō Caesars wrack The darts do brandle in their hands And all the troopes impatient stands Whilst Ensignes do draw out the bands Hast therefore now thy Armes to take Lest thine owne Trumpets thee forsake The Senate craues to know of thee Whether that they thy Souldiers bee Or whether they do in this Mart As thy compeeres retaine their part Sighing the Cheifetaine sorrow showes Hee found the Gods became his foes And Fate did his entents oppose ¶ If such quoth hee bee your desires And that this time rather requires Huge troopes and many an armed band Then such a leader as will stand Vpon aduantage when hee may I neuer will your fates delay Let all to ruin head-long goe By Fortunes hand at one dire blow And let this day the last light bee That most of vs shall euer see But Rome I thee to witnesse call That Pompey cannot do with all The time to him appointed was Wherein all should to mischiefe passe This war might well haue ben made good Without a blow or losse of bloud Caesar might haue beene captiued Without a battell hazarded And wonted peace recouered What wicked rage ô yee most blinde Makes you to be of this strange minde That since you ciuill armes do beare Is victory to you a feare Except you rauing wound and teare Our foes haue now but little scope And are bereft all marine hope We haue compel'd the hungry bands To eate the greene corne of the lands And they haue often wisht withall That they vpon our swords might fall Rather then this to starue and wither So we and they might fall together That warre is neare brought to his last And al' the difficulty past When to auoyde a greater fright New souldiers shall desire to fight And with the spurre of valours showes And kindled furie couet blowes For feare of future worser harmes The minds of many so much charmes That to preuent what they suspect All present hazards they neglect But truly valiant is that man That with a setled patience can Approaching perils so resist As to defer them at his list Must I leaue such securitie To Fortunes mutabilitie The whole worlds hap must we afford Vnto the hazard of the sword You rather I should hazard fight Then conquer foes by martiall slight Fortune committed to my cares The gouernment of Romes affaires And I deliuer to her charge The same againe with powre more large Let her as well now play her part And guard them safe in blinded Mart. For in this course all praise or blame Pompey for his part doth disclaime O Caesar with the powers diuine Thy prayers more preuaile then mine Fight when you please and fall to Armes But yet how many wicked harmes How great and many peoples wrackes Will this next day bring on our backes How many Kings will shed their blood And how will Enipheus flood Her Chrystall streames pollute and staine With purple gore of Romans slaine But first I wish the hostile lance Of bloudy warre with deaths mischance Might pierce this wretched head of mine If that my fate might bring to fine These ruines and with it divart All mischiefes from my Countries part The conquest if we do obtaine Cannot to Pompey's fame adde gaine If victory for vs do stand By slaughter and by bloudy hand The peoples hearts it will agrise And odiously my name misprise Or if that Pompey loose the game Pompey will be a wretched name All miseries the conquer'd finde But blame and mallice stil's assign'd Vnto the victor as his share That acts the warres last wofull chare So hauing said he did giue way To Armes and Souldiers raging sway As doth a Pilot sore distrest VVith a strong tempest blowne by west Leauing the helme and leauing Art Doth to the storme all rule impart VVhereby the ship doth heaue and set Drawne with the fury of the fret Now in confusion doth this Campe VVith fearefull tumults raue and rampe Their minds with horrid thoughts opprest Vnconstant moods boyle in their breast Many with pallid lookes bewray Of deaths approch the dismall day And in their faces doe relate A count'nance suiting to their fate And that the houre drew on with speed When humane chance should be decreed And in what tearms Romes state should stand Must in this
knowne But that his corps a head hath none ¶ And yet before the Conqueror Arriued on the Pharian shore Fortune for Pompey tooke some care And did in hast his tombe prepare Whereby he should not want a graue Although no fitting buriall haue For Codrus that there hidden lay Came fearefully downe to the bay This man that crept so from his den Was one of Pompeys haplesse men And lately made his Treasurer When they put from the Cyprus shore He durst come out in darke of night And loue vnto his feare gaue might To seeke the body in the maine To bring it to the land againe And to the shore his Pompey traine The Moone a little glimmering lent Which through the duskie clouds she sent Whereby the body he discouerd That with a differing colour houered Vpon the waues that strugling make When in his armes he did him take And being tired with the fraight He hop't the wane would lift the waight The which it did and with that aid The corps he to the shore conuaide And on the land where it lay drie Vpon the body he did lie And wailing there twixt griefe and feares He euery wound did fill with teares And to the Gods and stars in skies He thus poures out his wofull cries ¶ Thy Pompey doth not of thee craue O Fortune any glorious graue Nor yet that gums of pleasant sent Vpon his funerall be sprent Nor that the fat his members yeelds Mixt with the drugs of Easterne fields With orders should perfume that aire Which smoaking to the skies repaire Nor that with loue the Romans led To their deare parent being dead Should him vpon their shoulders place His day of funeral to grace Nor that the pompe of his last date Should all exceed in glorious state Nor that the court with heauie notes Should singing straine their wailing throtes Nor that the armie in a file Should march about the flaming pile And throw their weapons down the while Giue Pompey but a common chest Wherein his bones may safely rest And that his rent torne lims may burne Together and to ashes turne And that I miserable wight This to performe may want no might A worthlesse man his fire to light It is enough ô Gods diuine That there is wanting at his shrine Cornelia with disheueled tresse And that she cannot here expresse Poore soule to him her latest vowes With deare embracements of her spouse And on his face her teares deplore Though farre shee be not from this shore ¶ As soone as he these words had spoke Farre off he spide a fire and smoke VVhere some base body was a burning VVithout attendance or friends mourning From thence some fire he takes away And brands that with the body lay VVho so thou art quoth he that heere Neglected burnst to no man deare Then Pompey yet thou happier art Be not displeased for thy part That my last hands do thus beguile Some portion of thy funerall pile And if that any sence remaine In mortals that deaths dart hath slaine Then giue me leaue I thee desire To take this pittance from thy fire I shame to see thy Cinders burne Whilst fire shall want for Pompeys vrne So said the kindled brands he takes And for the corpes a fire he makes Which then the tide had well neare reacht But some part on the strand lay streacht From it the sands he wipes away And then together he doth lay The broken fragments of a boate With fearefull hand which there did float In a foule ditch somewhat remote No heaped stacke of oaken piles These noble lims did presse the whiles Vnder the corps no wood was laid But to this slender flame conuaid A loft the body burning staid ¶ He sitting downe hard by the flame Thus said O Captaine great of name Chiefe maiestie of Roman fame If that the tossing of the seas And no graue would thee better please Then this poore obsequie of mine Let thy braue spright and soule diuine These my endeauours nought esteeme But iniury of Fate it deeme That I haue thought this lawfull done Thereby thy bodies spoiles to shun From monsters of the raging waues And from those beasts on flesh that raues And from the vultures greedy mawes And from the wrath of Caesars pawes Therefore in worth accept of me This last fire that I offer thee If so it with thy honor stand Now kindled with a Roman hand But if that Fortune do recoyle And bring thy friends to Latium soyle Thy sacred Cyndars may find grace To be lodg'd in a worthier place So as Cornelia Pompeys spouse May yeeld to thee more glorious vowes And with my helpe that now thee burne May put thy cinders in an vrne Meane while to shew where is thy graue Some litte stone a marke shall haue Vpon this shore that if some frend Thy greater honor do intend And would thy death more eternize He may know where thy body lies And to great Pompey here laid dead He may againe restore the head Thus hauing said doth fuell adde To this small fire that burnes so sad And then the fat that in it fries Doth cause the flame aloft to rise And to the fire giue fresh supplies By this Auroras blushing face The glittring stars away did chace And he poore soule with maze afright Disorderly breakes of this right And in a corner shuns the light ¶ Vaine man what feare doth thee distract For thy performance of this act Whereby vnto all future dayes Thy fame with honor thou dost raise Since wicked Caesar will commend These bones so buried by a frend Go safely and desire to haue The head likewise to lay in graue For pietie bids thee not shun To end this duttie well begun Then doth he take these bones halfe burnd And members not to ashes turnd Which he together doth dispose And in a little pit inclose Then lest the wind the sand should raise Vpon the graue a stone he layes And that no Marriners should bind Their Cable where this stone they find About the same and it displace Vpon the top he did inchace The sacred name with a burnt brand Pompey lies buried in this sand Where Caesar rather would he lay Then want his graue or funerall day But ô rash hand that dost suppose In such a sepulcher to close Great Pompey and his wandring ghost That rangeth ouer euery coast As farre as any land extends And to the vtmost Oceans ends The Empire large and name of Rome The true tipe is of Pompeys tombe Remoue this stone for very shame Which to the Gods imputeth blame If Hercules must needs haue all Mount Oete for his funerall And Bacchus must with like accompt Take all Parnassus sacred mount Why then should one Egyptian stone Suffise for Pompeys tombe alone All Egypt should stand for his graue If no stone his inscription haue We Romans shal be still in dread Lest we on Pompeys ashes tread When we do range
whatsoeuer force did rest Euen from the furthest of the west Of parching Lybs and sun-burnt Moores Together with the Easterne powers As farre as Paratonia strands Vnto the bounds of Syrtes sands That Caesars fortune yet may know He had not wonne all at a blow But should in the Pharsalian fields Incounter worlds with speares and shields ¶ Now Caesar following on his Mart From trembling Rome he doth depart And with his valiant expert host Ouer the cloud-brow'd Alpes doth post And whilst that other Citties feare The thundring fame of him to heare Massilian youthes dare take in hand As Nâ—â—ters in these warres to stand Not with Greeke lightnesse vnresolu'd But with a constant courage bold They doe entend for to debate The lawes and freedome of their state And not to change or follow fate But yet before they do engage Their Cittie vnto battailes rage They will attempt with all their skill To qualifie his head-strong will With courteous and perswasiue words And not till need vnsheath their swords Now therefore when they vnderstand That Caesars force was neere at hand Embassadors to him were sent Who with them Oliue branches hent To shew that peace was their intent ¶ Your Latium Annals doe make knowne Massilia still such faith hath showne Vnto the reuerend Roman state As that in all the dire debate That they haue had with forraigne foes She hath partaked with their blowes And now if thou doe vndertake Conquests in vnknowne Climes to make Command our true deuoted hands To warre with thee in forraigne lands But if yee with infestious Armes Prepared are for discords harmes To ciuill warres then giue vs leaue Our teares in secret to bequeaue Against all piety it stands In bloud of friends to bath our hands But if the Gods to wroth inclin'd VVith venging arms would shew their mind Or if the earth-bred Gyants fell Against high heauens would rebell Yet humane duty should not dare VVith an inferior bootlesse care Either by treaty or by might To offer for the Gods to fight Little can we poore mortals gesse VVhat humors higher powers possesse VVhen Ioue from high his anger wreakes He thunder-bolts and lightning speakes Admit that many nations strange Amongst these broyles their forces range And that the sottish vulgar sort VVould this contagious crime support And not repine constrain'd from farre To whet their swords for ciuill warre Yet be it farre from honest hearts To follow any factious parts Let no braue Souldiers venter life To bolster out domesticke strife VVhat hand would not with feare be taint To see his wounded father faint Brothers that warre on either parts VVill doubt to throw their fatall darts And sure your Empires state will end If warres vniust you doe intend But now our suite we doe commend VVhich is that from our Citty gates You would with-hold all dire debates And no infestious Ensignes send Nor Egles fierce vs to offend But that as to your friends most iust Your person with our walles would trust VVhere Caesar may deuoid of doubt Assure himselfe his armes shut out Our Towne is free from enuies wroth To Caesar and to Pompey both But if that Romes vn-vanquisht state Shall still subsist by fauouring Fate And that your humors it might please Your wraths with friendship to appease Here may you both vnarmed meet And peaceably each other greet But if prouoking warres of Spaine Your forces thither doe constraine Why range you then so farre astray Our Citty lies not in your way Whose worth of no importance is Our state stands still exempt from blisse We could not earst with happy armes Defend our selues and countries harmes But exil'd made our last retreat From Phocis Towers our natiue seat Arriuing in this stranger port Where we securely raisd a fort Rounded with walles of no great haigth But alwayes guarded with our faith Now if you will besiege our Towne And teare our gates and ramparts downe And set our houses on a fire Spending on vs your hostile ire Our water-courses turne awry And all our fountaine heads draw dry And sucke the moisture from those fields That fruits and graine vnto vs yeelds O then behold a loathsome sight When Famin shall with rauening plight Constraine vs for to eate and gnaw Our fleshy limbes to feed our maw Our liberties we hold so deare That we no toyles nor torments feare But as Saguntum with renowne When Hannibal besieg'd that Towne Our mothers so with dried pappes Will cast their infants from their lappes Into the fire to end mishaps The wife will begge with watery eye Of her deere husbands hand to dye And mischiefes measure vp to fill The brother will the brother kill Such ciuill warre they 'le rather make Then any other vndertake ¶ Thus the Massilian Legats said Which speech did Caesar so vpbraid As that in him it stird vp spleene Which in his very lookes were seene And in these tearmes exprest his teene ¶ Your Graecian race conceiues in vaine What course we meane to entertaine For though our iourney seeme to bend Westward for Spaine yet we may spend And spare sufficient time to boote To raze your walles vp by the roote Reioyce my Cohorts at this hap Fate casts a warre into your lappe The blustring windes do loose their grace When in the vacant aire they trace If no thicke woods withstand their race The flaming fire is but a blast If fewell be not on it cast So is it noisome vnto me Without a warring foe to be My troopes that idle life doe rue When they meet no rebellious crue That with their force they may subdue Massilians thinke they offer faire That Caesar may vnarm'd repaire In priuate sort safe to their state Or else they will shut vp their gate I needs must scorne this double flout To shut me in or shut me out Then they will seeme to banish farre Contagion of a ciuill warre But they shall smart in that they dare Intreat of peace in my affaire And by experience well shall see None are then those more safe and free That by my armes protected be So hauing said his troopes he leades Towards the Towne that nothing dreads Whose gates were shut walles well mand VVith store of youths that on them stand ¶ Not farre from thence Caesar espies A hill that loftily did rise VVhose toppe extends a pretty space Fit for a little camping place This he esteem'd a peece of ground VVhich all their tents might safely bound Casting a trench about it round The Cities side next fronting this A strong and lofty Castle is VVhose toppe euen with this hill is seene And then a plaine lies both betweene VVhere with great labour vp were cast Diuers high mounts with Ramparts vast But first on all parts to the land VVhereon the Citty walles did stand He did inuiron round about VVith trenches and with bulwarkes stout And this huge worke so did conuay
runne away To sloth they would themselues bequeaue And their victorious Captaine leaue Be gonne such abiect mindes I hate Leaue me to warre and to my fate These armes of mine will finde out hands VVhen I haue casht seditious bands Fortune with gallants will supply My weapons that vn-vsd shall lye Can Pompey whom I chast away Be follow'd with so great a sway Of Latium ships with him to flye And thinke you that my victory VVill not my campe with troopes supplie Yes and those troopes we must prefarre To haue the honor of this warre And they will share away the gaines Of all your former taken paines Then shall you Veterans relent To see your blood in vaine so spent And when my Triumphes come in place Your selues haue nether gifts nor grace Thinke you that I shall losse receaue Because that you my Campe doe leaue Yea all as much as it the course Of riuers threat to change their sourse And from the seas their streames detaine Were able so to slake the maine That ebs floods 't would not maintaine What do you now your selues perswade That you in ought my fortune made The Gods do not their care abase To men of your inferior place They giue no leasure to their eye To see where such men liue or dye Of great mens Fate they haue a care That of this world supporters are To Spaine and to the Northerne coast You terrors were led in my hoast But had you followed Pompey then You would haue prou'd but conquer'd men Labienus was a valiant knight Whilst he in Caesars Armes did fight But now a run-a-way most base Doth after a new Captaine trace By sea and land from place to place Your faiths to me no better are If you shall shew your selues in warre Of so debaushed minds to be As neither foes nor friends to me For he that doth my Ensignes leaue And will not vnto Pompey cleaue Of me no fauour can receaue Surely the Gods my Tents protect And will I should your fraud reiect And that I doe vnto mee call New troopes to wage this warre withall O Fortune how dost thou enlarge My weary shoulders of a charge To giue me meanes now to despise Those hands whose hopes nought can suffise No not the whole worlds spoyle and pelfe But I will warre now for my selfe Therefore from out my Campe depart And those braue Ensignes of my Mart Yee slothfull Romans lay them downe They shall be borne with more renowne And now the Authors of this rage Iustice not Caesar doth engage Prostrate your selues therefore with speed And on the blocke receiue your meed For of this mutinous deuice Your faithlesse heads must pay the price And you new Souldiers on whose hands The strength now of my Army stands Behold these paines learne lawes of Armes Know how to dye for factious harmes The common rout whilst thus he spake Vnder his threatning voyce did quake And this great bragging factious troope That might haue made one head to droop Vnto his will with awe did stoope As though the very swords conspir'd To yeeld to what his will requir'd And that the steele it selfe in spight Of hands would yeeld him duties right Yet Caesars selfe did stand in doubt That most of all the armed rout Would haue maintain'd their cause in field And not to execution yeeld But yet their patience past the scope Of their offended Captaines hope For they not onely held them still But gaue their throats vnto his will Then did he feare that their sterne hearts Inur'd before to ruthlesse parts Would now grow dull vnfit for Marts Loe thus did Iustice direfull stroke To former peace their mindes reuoke Chiefe Mutiners receiu'd their paine The rest restor'd to grace againe ¶ The Army then directed was Thence to Brundusium to passe In ten daies march and there to meet The Mariners and Caesars fleet Some of them cal'd from Hydrus bay And from old Taras where they lay Others from Leucas secret shores And those in Salapin that Moores With some that did in Sipus ride Whose streams neere to those cliffes do tide Where the Apulian Gargan hill Fruitfull to husband men that till Stretching along Ausonia's soyles By North Dalmatia entoyles And on the South Calabria bounds Thence like a Promontory rounds Into the Adriaticke sounds Meane while doth Caesar take his way To fearefull Rome taught to obay In peacefull gowne the victors minde His armed troopes he left behind And there the people by request In signe of loue would needs inuest Him with the high Dictators name And Consulship ioyn'd to the same Obseru'd with ioyfull solemne feasts And suffrages to his owne hests So generally as that before Neuer was any flattered more With Lordly phrase him to adore And for to grace with iust pretence His warre as for the states defence The swords that they before him beare With Consuls axes mingled were And where the Aegles Ensignes waue He ioynes the Faggots ribbond braue And so vsurpes with idle fame Of Empires rule Dictators name Thus markes he out that wofull time With worthy Titles free from crime And so to giue Pharsalia's fight The colour of a quarrell right That yeare the Consuls name he hends And publique good his cause pretends To solemne shewes in Martius fields A forced fained forme he yeelds The peoples voyces he obtaines For will or nill powre them constraines The Tribes he partially diuides With shew the Vrne the lots decides The heauenly signes no credit beares Thunders moues not the Augures eares They sweare the birds with good lucke flye Whilst dismall Owles are heard to crye So breach of lawes that high powre stain'd Which reuerence had so long maintein'd And that times names might full agree With his designes he doth decree A monthly Consull to install Distinguish't with times festiuall And that high powre that Latium brights Should haue his Ceremoniall rites Perform'd by Torches in the nights Though sacred honours scarce were due To Ioue that nought our wrackes did rue ¶ From Rome then Caesar hastes away Through those low meads that yeelds the hay That the Apulian people makes With handy pitchforkes and with rakes And in his speed he is more swift Then is the flash of lightnings drift Or Tyger of the female kinde Vntill the houses he doe finde Of Craetan frames Brundusium hight Where with the aires tempestuous spight He findes the hauens mouth winde-bound And trembling barkes within the sound With winters stormes like to be drownd But yet this daring Captaine thinkes That shamefully his businesse shrinkes If doubts or dreads should him delay Or him confine within a bay Whilst that he sees the tossing maine Is scour'd by Pompey's lucklesse traine And to adde courage to their sprites His mariners he thus incites The Northerne sky and winters winde We alwayes doe more certaine finde And current of the Ocean vast Continue with more constant blast When once they take then
Set all the scornes of fate at nought Me though subdude loue as before Thy glory shall be so much more Now that my honors all are fled And that I am abandoned Of all the Senates sacred troope And of great kings that late did stoope Vnto my hest Now be thou knowne Pompeys deare constant frend alone Too much thou greeuest with Pallid face Since that thy husband is in place Thy sorrow now is at that height As greater cannot vexe thy spright But to bewayle thy Pompey so Should be the last loue thou shouldst show Vnto him dead as yet no harmes Accrewes to thee by ciuil armes Pompey in health doth liue as yet Though fortunes fauours from him flit To that therefore thy loue was bent For which thou mak'st so great lament ¶ VVhen these words in her ears did sound Her faint lims scarse she lifts from ground VVhen as her voyce at last she strains And in this sort her state complains VVould God I had bene destined To Caesars wracke in mariage bed Then had not both my nuptiall ioyes Twice wrongd the world with these annoies Erynnis first in wedlocke state To Crassus did me consecrate And so deuoted to his hands I brought the wracks of Parthian lands Amongst the Roman martiall bands Now ciuill harmes do follow me And thy iust cause the Gods do flee By my default O worthy Pheere My haplesse match thou boughtst too deare Had Fortune power to shew such spight Vpon so great and braue a knight Accursed wretch why did I match My selfe to thee these harmes to hatch Now let me thereof bide the paine VVhich I will take without disdaine And that the seas may be more milde And faith of kings rest vndefilde And all the world to thee stand fast Into these deepes my body cast For would my head were damn'd to die So thou mightst conquest gaine thereby Now Pompey make thy losses knowne And Iulia let thy spight be showne Where so in ciuill camps thou haunt And on my bed thy vengeance vaunt Be present here me to torment Let thy wroth on me wretch be spent Thy Pompey spare so hauing said Her grieued head againe she laid Vpon her husbands wofull brest And in his armes awhile did rest These words causd many a waterie eye Amongst the troops of standers by And Pompeys heart euen duld with cares For second sorrow now prepares Thus Lesbos from his eyes did straine Teares that Pharsalia could not gaine ¶ By this from Mitilen great store Of people came that fill'd the shore And said to Pompey in this wise Great honour must to vs arise For euermore and to our state So to be trusted with the Mate Of noble Pompey as whose thrals We now deuote our eitty wals With sacred vowes and do thee pray That thou one night with vs wouldst stay And vs vouchsafe thy hosts to be Our houshold Gods shall welcome thee O Pompey by this grace of thine Make vs to future ages shine That Roman guests that seeke this shore May for thy sake loue vs the more No cittie in this conquered state Now better sorteth with thy fate All places now in hope may stand For fauour at the victors hand Already we haue run the race That vs hath brought in his disgrace What though our Isle lye in the maine Can Caesars Nauy vs constraine Of Senators the greatest part Some certaine place will hold for Mart. Thou maist againe repaire thy fame In some one coast of noted name The treasures of our Temples hold Our Gods to thee shall giue their gold Our men and ships as thou shalt please Shall be imploy'd by land or seas And Lesbos worth what it can make Vse as thy owne and freely take And lest that Caesar it possesse Take it to thee in thy distresse And this suspect take from our land That haue desir'd it at thy hand That as when thy estate was hye Thou in our faith didst trust affye So now in thy aduersity Seeme not to doubt our loyalty This deere deuotion of their part Did greatly comfort Pompeys heart And vnto him no little ioy To finde such faith in most annoy No land that 's vnder heau'n quoth he Hath deerer been then yours to me And such my trust I did approue With this great pledge of my hearts-loue For I to Lesbos trusty state Committed my deere spoused mate Here was my sacred mansion And Gods of my deuotion Another Rome to me this was And when my ship to seas did passe To this place first I tooke my flight And on no other shore would light Now since I know that Caesar hath Against this state conceiued wrath Because that during this our strife You safely guarded Pompeys wife Thinke you that I would now refraine To put my trust in you againe As though that now you stood in awe Caesars dislikes on you to draw When as I know that for our sakes Already he as foes you takes No now about the world must I New forces seeke and fortunes try ¶ Alas how happy Lesbos name Will through all Ages flye with fame Whether by thy example led I shall by Kings be succoured Or else that Lesbos hath alone To Pompey so great kindnesse showne For now I haue resolu'd my minde To trye where I may comfort finde And who to me will be vnkinde And if that any Gods there be That the protection takes of me To them my last petitions are That they the peoples hearts prepare As faithfully to me to stand As doe the people of this land That though I now be put to flight Yet for all that in Caesars spight Their gates may be reserued still For me to come and go at will So hauing said euen with that word His wofull wife he takes aboord The Mitelens such mone then make That one would thinke they did forsake Their natiue soyles for on the strands They cry and waile and wring their hands But Pompeys fortune lesse they mournd Then hers that with them had soiourn'd So long in all this ciuill broyle So as the people of this soyle Lamented as if they had lost A Citizen they loued most The Matrons all held her so deere That had she gone vnto her Pheere In happy state with conquest gain'd Yet had they not from teares refrain'd So had she with her kinde respects Oblig'd to her their deere affects Her vertue and her modest grace Her milde aspect and louely face In all their hearts had tane such place For she was of such humble cheere Though wife to such a mighty Peere That she to them gaue no dislike But liued as a guest full meeke As though that she for succour came And not as noble Pompeys Dame Left there when he his fortunes ioy'd But as the wife of one destroy'd ¶ Tytan began now to decline So as one halfe of his bright shine Was hid from vs within the seas The other halfe
Parths his force employ That nation of the world alone I could be glad were ouerthrowne By Caesars armes and that for it He might in triumphs charret sit Thinke that ere thou with sucst an host Couldst passe Araxes frozen cost Old Crassus shade with heauy cheare Stitcht full of darts would first appeare Before thy face and thus would speake O thou that shouldst due vengeance wreake For this huge slaughter on vs made Thou whom we did our hopes perswade Wouldst giue our naked bones a graue That now in mould no rest can haue Camst thou a league and peace to craue Then will those slaughters memories Present themselues before thine eyes When on the walls with stakes yborne Those heads thou seest set vp in scorne And Euphrates that did confound So many Lords in her streames drownd And Tygris that our bodies slaine Did vnder earth a time retaine And then disgorged them againe If with thy mind thou canst dispense To passe by these without offence As well maist thou ô Pompey yeeld Thy selfe vnto Pharsalias field Where Caesar sitting Conquerour Thou mercy maist of him emplore But better weigh our Roman cause If thou dost feare those Tyrants paws That in the South haue residence And Iubas faithlesse insolence Let Pharus King of vs be prayd And Lagus Realme to yeeld vs ayd The Lybicke Syrts do safely bound Vpon this side Aegyptian ground And Nylus from all forreine foes With his seuen heads doth it inclose On tother side and t is a land That of it selfe can liue and stand Contentedly and needs not craue Her neighbors helpe nor showres to haue Nylus doth so her pastures laue Whose scepter Ptolemie a boy And regall crowne doth now enioy Besides to Pompey he doth rest Oblig'd and by his sires bequest Thy pupill is then who would feare A name that doth bâ—â— shadow beares His age as yet from guile is free Such faith you could not looke to see Such lawes or such integrities Nor seruice to the Deities In that kings court that raigned last Long rule all right doth ouercast Vnder a king that newly raignes All things are milde noe force constraines No more he sayd this swaid their mind What libertie last hopes do finde To Pompeys censure none enclinde ¶ Then they Cilician coasts forsake And saile for Cyprus Isle doe make Where Venus mindfull of that place In Paphos for the Ilands grace Her Altars keepes whence spring her race If we may thinke that on the earth The heauenly powers may take their birth Or that the Gods as some do raue Like humane wights beginnings haue When Pompey from this harbour wends About the Cyprian cliffes he trends And Southward doth his way direct But with contrary tides was checkt That do alongst those channels sweepe Neither doth he a straight course keepe Towards mount Cassium by the light That Pharus tower sets out at night But fell with Aegypts lowest shore Scarce stemming tides with sayle and oare And hardly thither got withall Where Nylus parted greatest fall With her seuenth streame and mighty sway Doth fall into Pelusium bay It was the season and the time When Libra being in her prime Indifferently the ballance swayes With equall lengths of nights and daies And Autums solstice now requits By lengthning her ensuing nights The houres that were tane away By springs solstice increasing day Now when that Pompey had descride That Egypts king did then reside Neare Cassius mount he tacks about Seeking a way to find him out For yet did neither daylight faile Nor had the ship yet stroken saile ¶ Forthwith the horse scouts that did stand For Centinels alongst the land Alarums gaue to all the shores And sild the court with great vprores The sudden comming of this man For Counsell small time gaue them than Yet all the vipers of that Court To consultation did resort Amongst the rest of all which Peeres One Achoreus full of yeeres A reuerent sire whom schooling age More modest made and free from rage He was a natiue of that soyle That flowing Nylus doth entoyle In Memphis he receiu'd his lore That doth vaine Rites so much adore VVhere hee had long time exercis'd As Priest the lawes they had deuis'd In honour of that horned beast VVhich they with deity inuest To whom for name they Apis giue Many of which hee did out-liue This Achoreus counsell gaue That faith and merite ought to haue A great respect vnto it borne And that they ought not hold in scorne The plighted league and vowes of loue That this Kings father did approue And vnto Pompey still profest By whom his kingdome he possest For what quoth he can mortals bind To friendship in a higher kind If kings and states no faith maintaine How shall the vulgar truth retaine When they by higher powers are taught All loyall trust to set at naught Why do all kings their subiects sweare Fidelitie to them to beare If that the kings owne actions teach Of vowes and leagues to make a breach When due respects failes in the head How will the members be misled We see that all the world is bent To seeke the way that Princes went All kings by Ceremonies stand By lawes they rule with powerfull hand But if those lawes they vioalate They weaken then their owne estate For where we setled order swayes Who there can rule or who obayes Where Iustice force doth strike no stroke It there dissolues subiections yoake When kings themselues lawlesse grow They hazard then to ouerthrow Their owne estate and teach that mind That is ambitiously enclind How to aspire by fraud or might To reaue away their soueraignes right He that no good deserts obserues The like at others hands deserues Thy father did by Pompeys grace Of Soueraigntie obtaine this place And so thy selfe enioyes this land VVhich he receiu'd at Pompeys hand For it he dy'd in Pompeys debt VVhich fauour thou maist not forget For thereby shall the Romane state Esteeme thee but a Prince ingrate And Caesars selfe condemne thy mind As most disloyall and vnkind And thinke how much thou wouldst him scorne If he in like state were forlorne And forc'd thy royall aid to craue Of whom a friend no helpe could haue In his braue mind he will thee deeme A Prince of worth and more esteeme For fauouring Pompey in distresse That at thy hands deserues no lesse Then now to vse him with disdaine In hope thereby Caesar to gaine A foe that man will dignifie That helps his friend in miserie Though treasons act secure his state Yet Caesar will the traytor hate And thinke that thou to none dost beare Good will but such as grows by feare And therefore will the Roman state Deeme that thou didst both parties hate But do not enuy'd courses proue Thy greatnes rather ground on loue With kings the noble Lyons port Then Foxes wiles doth better sort Pompey againe his head may raise
As Marius did in former dayes Or if not so yet are we sure The Romane Empire will endure For her foundation doth not stand By Caesars or by Pompeys hand Her Peeres her people and her powre One battell cannot so deuoure That we should thinke we may disdaine Her Empire that doth still remaine The bloody field at Cannas fought More slaughter then Pharsalia wrought And though that the Trebeian fight And Tracimene did giue them flight Yet Romes estate subsisted still And did reuenge her selfe at will For Hannibal was vanquished And Carthage Empire ruined Though thou no aide to Pompey giue Yet like a king his wants releiue And giue him safetie in thy lands That custome with all Nations stands For Caesars selfe hath tride like grace When he did flie from Syllas face And for the safetie of his head Vnto king Nichomedes fled And therefore doth by practise know That kings in honour ought to show Remorse on him that comes a guest For kings themselues may be distrest And Ptolomie thy father late Oppressed by his fathers hate Was aided by the Roman state Though Caesar for a time may raigne Yet Rome doth Monarchie disdaine And her braue spirits that still liu'd free To vassallage will not agree Meane while defile not thou thy youth Vngratefully vnto that truth That heretofore hath shewde such grace To thee and to thy kingly race Thy dying father did commend The care of thee as to a frend To Pompeys trust which in iust sort He did discharge and thee support If this may not oblige thy mind Who right of thee can hope to find Be well aduisd and stand in awe The worlds defame on thee to draw In thy yong yeares for such a staine Will all thy life on thee remaine The vessell alwayes holdeth fast The sent wherof it first did tast But if thou wilt nor Pompey lend Thy aides that Caesar may offend Nor in thy kingdome let him rest For safegard of his life distrest Nor with thy bountie him relieue That to thy sire this Crowne did giue Yet him dismisse in courteous sort When he sets saile to leaue this port Harme not his life he was thy frend For that would men and Gods offend All those that such vile acts haue done Into the like mishaps haue runne Busyris that with bloody vaine All strangers so did entertaine Was vsde at last with like despight Reueng'd by the Herculean might He that with blood vpholds his state The most do feare and all do hate And he that hated is of all Is sure into mischance to fall That Counsellor that would thee good Will thee dehort from Roman blood For though the Romans now do iarre And entertaine a ciuill warre Long will they not be so beguilde That mallice will be reconcilde Meane while this warre vnto them showes Both fained friends and secret foes And mischiefe then will sure betide To those that plaid on either side For when this ciuill strife is dated And forraine wrongs shall be debated O then will they reuengement haue Of all that in their blood did raue Therefore it thee concernes ô king To looke what future change may bring And not alone to meditate The present ordring of thy state The skilfull Pilot will not trust The glaring Sun but doubts a gust And doth accordingly prepare To haue his sailes and tackling yare O Ptolomey then gouerne so To giue no vantage to the foe Nor yet to serue thy present ends Too carelesse bee of tried frends ¶ To this Photinus prone to ill Who better knew with flattring skill To draw a Prince to tyrannize In hate of Pompey thus replies Rightfull respects ô Ptolomey Brings many Princes to decay Obserued faith so much commended Hath with repentance often ended When men will striue to eleuate That Fortune meanes to ruinate The Fates and Gods obserue aright Thy wretches damn'd by their despight Combine thou with the happy wight As farre as is this earthly scope Distant from high heauens vaulted cope And fire and waues repugnant are So truth and profite euer iarre The power of Scepters then decayes When truthes regards their actions swayes T is truly said that foolish pittie Hath oft confounded many a Cittie Sly pollicie with searching ends Envied Kingdomes states defends Except the sword thou often draw Thou canst not make thy will a law Do that and hold them all in awe O let him from a court depart That hath a pious tender heart Milde modesty and mighty power Cannot reside in one selfe bower Feare still accosts Regality That is ashamd of cruelty Not without ill intention borne Pompey thy yong yeares so doth scorne To thinke that thy vnconquer'd might From these shores cannot him affright Such guests may not depriue thy throne Heires thou hast neerer of thine owne If Aegypts Scepter thou abhorre Thy banisht sister then restorre We will defend the kingdomes right Against the proud Italian might What Pompey heretofore had not Shall neuer be the victors lot But now that Pompey is forlorne Of all the world and Fortunes scorne And no where intrest hath at all He seekes with what land he may fall His sence these ciuill broiles doe stall Caesar alone doth not him fright But he doth shun the Senates sight Of whom the greatest part and powre Thessalian vultures now deuoure And all those Nations he doth dread Whose bloods together for him shed He basely hath abandoned And shames of those Kings to be knowne Whose Fortunes he hath ouer-throwne Thessaly hath him guilty tride Not knowing where his head to hide He now accosteth Aegypts soyle Which yet he hath not brought to spoyle And giues vs by this vile pretence Iust cause against him of offence For why should he engage vs so That now rest free from warre or foe And seeke to bring our land and state So deeply into Caesars hate Is ours the Realme on which in spleene Thou faine wouldst lay Pharsalias teene That with thy wrackes we ruin'd beene Iust cause doth vs good leaue affoord To free this perill by the sword But where 't is vrg'd at thy request The Senate did our King inuest With this Crowne we for that againe With aids thy quarrell did maintaine But now this sword worne by my side Which fate now bids me to prouide O Pompey must not thee offend But through the bowels shall transcend Of him that conquer'd was of late I wish it rather Caesars fate We driuen are to go that way That Fortune goes who all doth sway Doubtst thou O Pompey if it be A course most needfull now for me To violate thy wretched life When lawfull t is to free all strife With what hope didst thou haples wight Desire vpon our coast to light When we are not prepar'd for warre Our people scarcely able are With spades to delue those clayie lands That Nylus softens to our hands T is fit to measure our owne force
But manfully the stroke did bide And onely turn'd his face aside And from his place he neuer moues But dying so himselfe approues And thus resolues within his thought Who then this villany had wrought All after times that vs succeedes And doe record the Romans deedes This wicked act will not obscure But whilst the heauen and earth endure To all parts of the world will flye This sippe and Pharian perfidie But Pompey now thy fame intend Fate long thee happy life did lend And didst thou not by dying trye The valour that in thee doth lye How should men know that as thou list Aduersity thou couldst resist Giue then no way to others shame Nor yet this actor onely blame Though others hand thy life hath wrack't Beleeue it to be Caesars fact Let them my carkasse rent at will O Gods I shall be famous still No power this happinesse can rend Though Fortune bee no more my frend I am not wretched in my end My deere Cornelia and my sonne Doe see this slaughter on me done And therefore Sorrow I thee pray Shut vp my woes and all dismay But if my wife and sonne see this With griefe their loue the greater is Such was the fortresse of his minde Thus stout in death he life resign'd ¶ But now Cornelias patience Could not so easily dispence To see this deed on Pompey done As if her selfe that hap had runne So as with wretched sighes and cries She dimmes the aire and filles the skies O my deere husband I am she That thus hath bred the wracke of thee When Lesbos Isle with fatall stay Drew thee so farre out of the way Then Caesars plots arriu'd before Thy selfe on damned Nylus shore For who else durst take liberty On thee to shew such cruelty But whosoeuer that thou bee Ordain'd thereto by heauens decree Or else by Caesars hest design'd Or from thine owne corrupted minde Vpon his head such rage to shew O cruell thou dost little know Where noble Pompeys heart doth rest Come with thy sword and pierce this breast That vnto him is vowd and bent That more then death would him torment Shew my head ere his life be spent I am not guiltlesse of this warre As other Roman matrons are For neither I vpon the maine Nor in the Campe did him refraine I stucke to him in misery VVhen Kings did shunne his company Haue I O husband this deeseru'd In thy safe ship to be preseru'd Vngratefull man thou spard'st thy wife Was I then worthy of my life When death on thee his force would trye No I in spight of Kings will dye O Marriners stay not my veaze Headlong to plunge into the seas Or with your hands prepare a twine That strangle may this throate of mine Or some one that was Pompeys frend Come with thy sword and my life end Thou shalt doe that for Pompeys sake Which Caesars fury else will take O cruell wights why should you giue Me longer life that loath to liue But husband mine thou art not dead Of my selfe yet I am not head Of these my death I cannot craue The victor must that honour haue So hauing said amidst them all Rapt with a trance shee downe did fall And thence was borne in mazed plight In her owne shippe that then tooke flight ¶ But thogh their swords from side to side Had pierc't him through with gashes wide Hee still retain'd within his face A sweete aspect and reuerent grace His browes against the Gods hee bent And when his life was gone and spent Yet in his lookes or in his cheare No change at all there did appeare As they themselues did make report That saw him murdred in that sort For cruell hee Septimius To make his act more odious His sacred face laid open bare The couering vaile hee rent and tare And whilst the head yet breathes with sweat Hee takes it vp and thwart a seat The lithy hanging necke hee puts And so the veines and sinewes cuts Then long he hackes the knotty bone To cut it cleane he Art had none But with his hewing that he makes From off the corpes the head he takes The which Achillas from him teares And in his hand it proudly beares O Roman Souldier slauish base That woulds thy selfe so much disgrace To be an vnderling to such For since thy hand had done so much Vpon that head of so great fame Thou shouldst thy selfe haue borne the same O shamefull Fates this boyish King When they to him the head did bring That he might know his manly looke The same in his right hand he tooke And by the haire he did it hold Those reuerent lockes now hoary old That had so many Kings controld And shadowed his comely brow This noble head he pitcheth now Vpon a Pharian sharpned stake Whilst yet with life the cheekes did quake And whilst with throbs the spirits beat And ere the eyes were throughly set So was this honored head abusd That neuer peace for warre refusd The Countries lawes the armed field And Rostrum did him reuerence yeeld That noble face that braue aspect The Romane fortune did affect But yet this wicked Tyrants heart Was not suffisd with this vile part For he desires his villany Might goe beyond his perfidy And when they cleansd his head and braine So as no humors should remaine To putrifie then Art they vse To keepe the face and balme enfuse ¶ Thou off-spring last degenerate Of Lagus line art neere thy date For thy incestious sisters hand Shall reaue thy scepter and thy land Must Pompeys corpes with so great scorne Lye on the sands mangled and torne And thence be cast from side to side Against the rockes with euery tide Whilst that thy Macedonian race In sacred sepulchers haue place And that their ashes quiet rest With Graues and Monuments possest And damned ghosts of wicked mood Come from the Ptolmean brood Be closd in Pyramids of fame And with Mausolas worthy frame Was it a worke of so great paine To let the corpes entire remaine That Caesar might behold it plaine Hath Fortune after all her smiles Thus Pompey foyl'd with her last guiles Are all those glories him assignd Shut vp with death of such a kinde O cruell dame must all thy threapes Fall all on him at once in heapes That neuer earst did feele mis-happe But alwayes dandled in thy lappe Pompey is hee that this can say Hee neuer yet saw lucky day Mingled with any crosse dismay His happy fate without stoppe goes None of the Gods did it oppose But when his ruine was decreed They laid on load and made quicke speed Fortune sometimes did him aduance And by the hand leades him in dance But now on sands hee lyes ore-flowne And on the rockes with billowes throwne And as a scorne in seas is drownd Where waues make gutters through each wound No forme in him is to bee found Pompey hath no marke to be
maister of his Gallion Brutus ship stil victorious The fury of this sea-fight when the fleets ioyned A terrible description of a sea-battle A Roman called Tagus slain with two wounds Telo an excellent Pilate of the Massilians slaine Gayareus a Massilian Two Massilian brothers twins slaine in this battell whereof one shewed admirable valour True valor increaseth with mis-fortune A reuenging humor strangely exprest A Gally fighting is sunke down-right Lycida miserably tortured betwixt his foes and his friends A ship ouerwhelmed by the running of the men all to one side So was the Mary Rose lost before Portsmouth in a fight against the French in the dayes of Henry the 8. A miserable destiny The diuers strange aduentures of a sea-fight The weapons all spent what shift was made to offend one another The cruelty of fire in a sea-fight To auoid fire some drowned themselues Others to escape drowning aduenture vpon the flames Any death seemes more easie to men then that which they most doubt Great malice exprest Phoceus an excellent swimmer and diuer drowned at last Some that expose their bodies to saue the ships from bruising Lygdanus Tyrrhenus a valiant Roman It seemed that blinde Fortune guided this blinde mans hand Argus a noble youth slaine The griefe of a father for his slaine sonne not exprest by teares not cries but by a resolute death A lamentable meeting Old Argus his speech to his dying sonne The old man pursues a double death The Massilian ships serue the conquering Romans The lamentation in Massilia The Massilians affection to their slaine friends Brutus victorious on the sea Afranius and Petreius command in Spain for Pompey The Cittie Ilerda The Riuer Sicoris Afranius camp Caesars Campe. The Riuer Cinga The Riuer Iberius Remorse in both the Armies Caesars speedy expedition An incounter betweene Caesars and Afranius Souldiers The admirable courage vndertaking humor of Caesars men Caesar winnes the hill from Afranius A description of winter Foule tempestious weather in Spaine The Rain-bow The mounts Pyrenes A great inundation Famine in Caesars campe The force of Auarice A great deluge An imprecation against civill warre Petreius leaues Ilerda Caesar passeth his Army ouer Sicoris The place where Caesars Armie pursues Petreius Caesar encourageth his Souldiers The two Armies take acquaintance one of the other And exhortation to peace An Apostrophe to concord The kinde entertainment betweene the Souldiers of both Campes Petreius violates the friendly complements between the two Campes Petreius oration to his Souldiers An Apostrophe to Pompey An apt comparison Petreius men vnwillingly betray their aduersaries Caesars clemency graceth his cause Petreius minded to flye to Ilerda Caesars aduice to his Souldiers Petreius Camp distressed for want of water Petreius Affranius submit themselues to Caesar Afranius Oration to Caesar The summe of Afranius Petition Caesars clemency Many of the Souldiers kill themselues with greedy drinking A reprehension of Luxury A detestation of warre The security and contentment that poore men liue in Distresse puts men to their shifts Vulteius manly oration to his distressed troopes A Pagan resolution Confused fighting in Troopes obscures particular valour What felicity the Romans tooke to acquire vnto themselues future fame The affection that Caesars Souldiers did beare vnto him A glorious wish The resolution of Vulteius To be willing to die is a heauenly blessing How much Vulteius speech did animate his little troope Castor and Pâ—llâ—x A parly offered but refused Vulteius assailed on all sides The resolution of the Romans in scorne of their foes Cadmus Ocdepus two sonnes Etheocles and Polynices Medea A cruell slaughter What power rests in valour Curio with an Army goes into Affricke Curios landing in Affricke The Gyant Antaeus The tale of Antaeus The Gyants that rebelled against Iupiter A right Heathen conceite Antaeus the son of the earth The maner of Antaeus life Hercules The combate between Hercules and Antaeus Antaeus streÌ„gth renewed by touching the earth Hydra Iuno Hercules words to Antaeus Antaeus kild by Hercules Scipio Africanus Curio's vaine conceit Actius Varus Pompey's captaine in Affricke King Iuba A nation that ride and rule their horses without bridles The seuerall nations vnder Iuba A strange maner of hunting the Lyon Iubas particular malice to Curio The rumor of Iubas mallice troubles Curios Campe. Curio finding his Army staggering debates with himselfe what course to take Curio ouerthrowes Varus in the field Iuba glad of Varus ouerthrow A Simile Curio too venterous neglecteth good aduice The Punicke deceit in war Curio deceiued with an ambush Curios horse-troopes spen and tired The battaile betwixt Curio and Sabbura Curio's Army oppressed with numbers of foes This fighting in an orbe was the last refuge that the Romans vsed euer in extremity Curio and his Army destroyed He taxeth Curio for faction An Apostrophe to the Roman Lords Curio's praise Auarice and Bribery the ruine of Rome Fortune as yet stand indifferent betweene Caesar and Pompey Epyrus the randevous of Pompey's forces Pompey followes the Senate and not the Senate Pompey Lentulus oration to the Senators in the Campe. Camillus A speech of scorne to Caesar Pompey chosen General of the Army for the Senate Ptolomey discended of the race of Peleus Yong Ptolomey king of Aegipt that caused Pompey to bee slaine and had almost betraied Caesar Appius seekes to know of the Oracles what shall bee this warres euent It was a little before Christ came that the Oracle ceast as was fore-prophesied by the scriptures The Pagans conceit of Parnassus mount Themis the Goddesse of Iustice This seemes to hold great correspondency with the description of the incarnation and life of our blessed Sauiour Cyrrha a Citty at the foote of Pernassus The griefe that the Pagans conceiued for the ceasing of their Oracles The opinion of the Pagans concerning this Oracle Appius comes to the Oracle Phaemonoë disswadeth Appius from searching this Oracle Phaemonoë fearefull to enter the Cauerne of the Oracle Phaemonoë enters the Cauernes by the constraint of Appius The description of one inspired with the fury of prophesying Sybilla Cumana The words of the Oracle to Appius The Bruti suppressers of Tyrants Appius misconstrues the words of the Oracle to his owne advantage The true meaning of the Oracle concerning Appius Nemesis the Goddesse of Reuenge Caesars Army returning out of Spaine Mutinies Caesar perplexed The mutinous oration of one of Caesars Souldiers A pittifull description of the liues of common souldiers The Souldier braues Caesar behinde his backe The admirable vndaunted valour of Caesar An Apostrophe to Caesar Caesars oration to the mutiners A proud Heathen conceit Punishment for the mutiny The awe that Caesars Souldiers stood in of their General The mutiny appeased Caesars Armie goes to Brundusium Caesar comes againe to Rome Caesar made Dictator and Consull at one time A monthly Consull No dangers must hinder Caesars designes Caesar exhorts his mariners to take the sea A stout request Caesar becalmed An ycie sea The dangers of Caesars
fleet by a calme Caesar arriues with his Army at Palesta in Greece where Pompey lay encamped Caesars Pompeys Campe confront each other Caesar troubled with the delayes of Antonius Caesars messages to Antonius Caesar taxeth Antonius with backwardnesse A Iealous speech Fortune Caesars friend Caesar vnknown steales out of his Campe. Negligence in a Campe. A description of a Fishermans cottage Caesar knockes at the Fishermans doore Amiclas speech The happy secure estate of poore-men Caesars words to poore Amyclas Caesars naturall inclination to speake like a Prince Amiclâ—s speech to Caesar describing the signes of foule weather at sea The Sunne The Moone Diuers signes of a tempest Caesar puts to the sea in a little Fisher-boate Amyclas words to Caesar Caesars answere to Amyclas Caesars conceit of Fortunes fauours to him A description of a furious Tempest A description of enraged seas He meanes Neptunes and Deucalions flood Those that saile to the west Indies do sometimes meet with the like falles of raine in whole clouds wherewith ships are often drownd they are called by the Spaniards the Huricanos and by our men the Spouts Chaos Right Paganisme The billowes of a wrought sea described Sason an Iland betwâ—en Brundusium and Epirus A Citty of Epirus A mountaine in Epirus that runs into the seas Caesars braue resolution in this tempest A bâ—â—efe relatiâ—n of Caesars atchieuemeÌ„ts Fortune onely of Caesars couÌ„saile Caesar shewes how he desires to dye Caesar cast a shore in his boat Caesar returnes againe to his Campe. The coÌ„plaint of Caesarsâ—ouldiers â—ouldiers Caesar taxed fâ—â— abusing the fauours of Fortune and the care of the Gods Antonius brings his bands from Italy to Caesar by sea Lissus a Cittie of Macedon Nymphaeus a Port towne of Macedon Cornelia Pompey's wife daughter to Scipio The force of iust loue Pompeys words to Cornelia Pompey's perswasions to his wife Pompey tearms his wife the best part of himselfe Cornelia perplexed with Pompeys words sorrowfully replies Cornelia's deere affection to Pompey Cornelia's petition Cornelia's doubt Mitelen a citty in Lesbos Cornelia's last request to Pompey Cornelia's impatient sorrow Pompey Cornelia more troubled with this parting then when Caesar chased them out of Italy The two Armies in sight of each other Caesars desires not to winne townes but to fight once for all Caesar could not prouoke Pompey to ioyn battell Caesar remoues to Dyrachyum and Pompey followes him The description of Dyrachyum A huge trench raised by Caesar to enclose Pompeys Army The compasse of Caesars trench Pompey neuer suspected this trench to be in hand vntill it was finished Pompeys policy to weaken Caesars forces Want of fodder in Pompeys Campe for his horses A plague in Pompeys campe Sudden death in Pompey's Campe. The sea a friend to Pompey's campe Penury and famine in Caesars Army The shift that Caesars Souldiers make for victuals Pompey determines to ouerthrow Caesars large trench Scoeua's or Minutius name Pompey's forces assault the trench A bloody fight at the trench Scaeua one of Caesars Captaines defends the trench Scaeua's words to his flying companions The name of Cesar and hope of his coming reuiueth his discouraged troopes Sceua's toyle and valour in defence of the trench Caesar in his CoÌ„mentaries doth admirably coÌ„meÌ„d this man and saith that in his shield there were 230 darts found sticking Scaeua receiues a mortall wound The ioy that the enemies made for Scoeua's wound Scaeua's subtilty Aulus slaine by Scaeua Scaeua's proud speech before his death The honour done to Scaeua after hee was slaine Pompey enlargeth his roome for his campe A Bulwarke of Caesars trench razed by Pompey Torquatus one of Pompey's Captaines whom Caesar sets on Caesars troopes engaged and put to flight Pompey withholds the rage of his souldiers against Cesars troopes which he had at an aduantage Caesar takes his way towards Thessaly after this Defeate Pompeys Captains perswade him to returne into Italy after this defeate that he gaue Caesar Pompeys answer in deniall thereof Pompey pursues Caesar The description and scituation of Thessaly The chiefe Cities of Thessalie The chiefe Riuers of Thessalie A riuer in Thessaly that runnes ouerthwart another riuer without mingling The first inhabiting of Thessaly after the land was drained Coine framed The melting of Copper He taxeth Sextus Pompeys eldest sonne Sextus giuen to trust to forcery Thesâ—ly much inclined to witchcraft The opinion of the force of Thessalian Witches The opinion that ancient times held of the power of sorcery and witchcraft Here the Poet shewes the opinion that was held of the power of Thessalian sorcerers A conceitâ—â—f the Authors A tedious dâ—scription of Thessalian witch called Ericktho Eryctho's fame reported to Sextus Sextus words to Eryctho Eryctho's answere to Sextus Eryctho chuseth a slaine body to enchaunt Erycthos place of habitation Eryctho encourageth Pompey and his men affrighted A rabble of sorcerous drugges Eryctho's sundry sorts of voyces Ericthos charme The ghost amazed loath to enter into the carkasse againe Eryctho enraged threatens the infernall powers Meaning Demogorgon The dead body begins to take life Eryctho speaks to the carkasse Erycthos reward she promiseth the carkasse that takes life The ghost replies to Erictho and makes his relation The ghost speakes to Sextus Pompey on the one of them and Caesar on the other Eryctho burnes the carkasse Pompeys dreame The euent of warre is doubtfull That Brutus that did put downe the tyranny of the Tarquins Pompeys army importune their Generall to ioyn battell with Caesar Ciceroes oration to Pompey for the giuing of battell to Caesar Hee vrgeth Pompey either to professe himselfe a tyrant or giue way to the Senate Pompeys answere and reasons to the coÌ„trary That a multitude left to their owne will are like a ship without a Pilot. The Souldiers feare Pompeys Soulers fit their Armes Many prodigious signes seemed to presage mis-fortune to Pompey Typhon a kinde of fiery Meteor These prodigious signes did encourage those that were bloudy minded An Augure sitting on Mount Euganeo foresaw the battell of Pharsalia and that Caesar should ouercome Pompey A pretty conceit of the Authors for those that shall read his booke The order of Pompeys Army Lentulus had the left wing Domitius had the right wing Scipio had the middle How the reâ—t of Pompeys aids were bestowed Caesar sending his Troopes in the morning to gather corn discouers Pompeys Army marching in battaile Caesars oration to his Souldiers before the battaile of Pharsalia Caesar doth promise himselfe victory Caesars resolution Caesars pious request to the Gods Caesars mercifull charge to his souldiers going to the battaile Caesars troopes sally disorderly out of their campe to the battaile Pompeys oratioÌ„ to his soldiers before the battaile A compassionate speech He deplores the miserable estate of the Romane Empire The largenes of the Roman Empire This is spoken in derision of the Caesars that were so Deified and called Diui. Crassine the first man that charged at this battell The Barbarians first put to
thou shalt finde this of lesse paine But greater much in glorious gaine Couldst thou ten yeares on Gallia spare So poore to Rome in all compare And canst thou thinke lesse time worse spent To win the whole world to thy bent Fortune that still with thee abounds When thou dost march her Trumpet sounds Then to this worke with courage fall In conquering Rome thou conquerst all But as the case now stands with thee No Triumphes will allowed be At thy returne for seruice done Nor Laurels worne for Gallia wonne Enuy that doth at vertue spurne Will at thy triumph rather mourne And which is more to thy disgrace The honour of thy name to base Thy enuious foes haue plotted prankes To cut thy conquests short of thankes And will in lew thereof at last Some fowle aspersion on thee cast Pompey that matcht thy daughter deere Admits thee not his equall Peere The Empire must be shar'd twixt none But thou mayst haue it all alone ¶ This speech of Curio sets on fire The minde of Caesar whose desire Before to warre was fully set But with these words more sharply whet Like a proud Courser bred in Thrace Accustom'd to the running race Who when he heares the Trumpets noyse The shouts and cryes of men and boyes Though in the stable close vp-pent Yet with his hoofes doth beat and rent The planched floore the barres and chaines Vntill he haue got loose the raines ¶ Caesar forthwith his troopes doth call T' attend him at his Tribunall And euery Ensigne to be man'd And followed with his armed band So in the midst his place he takes Then head and hand he beckning shakes And therewithall deepe silence makes ¶ Fellowes in Armes and friends quoth he That haue this ten yeares space with me In warres endur'd a thousand brunts With many hazards and affronts And yet haue brought our foes at length Vnder our feet by conquering strength Is this that Curio now relates All the esteeme the Roman States Doth make of vs and our lost blood Expended for the Empires good By conquest of this Northerne soyle Is this the hire of all our toyle About the frosty Alpes endur'd That many a Worthies bane procur'd Though Rome so scorne her Martiall breed Yet is she now as hard besteed As when the Carthaginian sway Ouer the Alpes did force a way Her wasted Cohorts are supplyd With men that warre hath neuer try'd But meere Besognios prest in hast And now the woods are feld as fast To build a Nauy out of hand And Caesar as I vnderstand Must be pursu'd by sea and land But now suppose some man will say What if in one vnlucky day When we doe hope to giue a blow Our selues receiue the ouer-throw And that the Gaules to venge their wrackes With furious swarmes come on our backes Alas poore sprights what doubts are these Since Fortune swayes which way I please And alwayes prospers my designes And that the Gods their grace inclines Our glory higher to aduance When Fortune pipes shall we not dance Let Pompey whom dis-vse hath made A stranger to Bellona's trade Come on with his new swaggering host Which cannot of one Skirmish boast Let Senators in their graue gownes Brow-beat vs with their haughty frownes And Marcell that same pratling Iay With Stoicke Cato that giues way To nought but what himselfe doth say Let all this rabble shew their spight We scorne their malice and their might Shall these consorts for money bought Pompey to please set vs at nought Shall they so proudly vndertake In him a Monarchy to make Must our great Empires supreme sway Him onely serue and sole obay Must he with new insulting pride Againe in Triumphes Chariot ride When no man knowes for what or why But all due course doth it deny What must he neuer quit againe The rule that once he doth attaine Nor suffer others haue their turne Must he at all mens honours spurne Who liueth now that doth not know The famine that did ouer-flow By publicke dearth of corne and bread Whereby his auarice was fed Who knowes not that by his affront Contrary to the Roman wont The Iudges in the Market-place Assaulted were with foule disgrace And with what pride he bolstred out The out-rage of that rascall rout And how by maine oppressing might Against all law and ciuill right Milo that so condemned stood For fouly shedding Clodius blood By Pompeys rude presumptious bands Was rescu'd out of Iustice hands But now he waxing old and craz'd Yet still affecting to bee blaz'd And fearing that his date farre spent Will grow vnfit for gouernment Lothing to lead a priuate life Now makes new worke for ciuill strife Wherein he trained is so well As that he doth by farre excell His Tutor Sylla bloudy sire That mischiefe-monger ruines fire And as a Tyger wildly fed In the Hyrcanian forrest bred Who following of his rauening damme With blood of beasts his panch doth cram Can neuer afterwards allay His sauage longing after pray So Pompey nuz'led in the taste Of Syllas sword that made such waste Of his owne countries guiltlesse blood Cannot asswage his thirsting mood But that his iawes in-vr'd to gore Must bathe in bowels as before Shall his vsurped lawlesse state Nor limits haue nor any date How long shall he with hands vncleane Support his pride that holds no meane His Maister Sylla might him learne By his example to discerne That Tyranny at length should end And aged hopes to quyet bend Must Caesar needes giue vp his rest Because the Pyrats are supprest And Mithridates with long toyle At length receiued hath the foyle Although it cannot be deny'd But Pontus poysons first he try'd Shall Caesar now I say be made A prey to Pompeys rusty blade Because I scorned to forgoe My conquering Legions to my foe And disobeyd that proud decree Made against right in wrong of me But though I be deny'd my due And that no Triumphes must acrew Vnto our conquest as our hire Yet whilst I breath with liuing fire And these braue Troopes are led by me They neuer shall defrauded be Of their reward for seruice done Nor after stranger Captaines runne To seeke new Fortunes at their hands In forraigne warres and vnknowne lands For if that such a course be held When they be ouer-growne with eld And not of force as earst they were To broyle in warres and armes to beare Where shall they then their limbes repose Weakned with age with toyle and blowes What comfort should they finde at last To recompence their trauailes past What lands to them shall be alowd What fields to plant or to be plowd Where they in peace may eate their breads And rest their limbes in quiet bed Shall Pyrats so by Pompeys grace In fruitfull Colonies finde place And Roman Veterans not haue That due regard their worth doth craue O then resolue without delay Your conquering Ensignes to display
Imploy those armes in battailes try'd By your owne valour dignify'd Vniustly to with-hold a right Is to giue all to armed might We want not higher powers to frend Yet do not I this Mart intend Prest on for need or greedy gaine Or else ambitiously to raine But to resist that Pride that raues To make both Rome and vs his slaues ¶ When he had said the wauering rout Did softly murmur many a doubt For though their fiery Martiall sprights In warre and rapine most delights Their houshold Gods and Countries loue To some remorce their hearts did moue But yet of Armes the high esteeme And Caesars wrath they greater deeme Then Loelius with vndaunted face Who for his valour held the place Amongst the Pyles as Ensigne chiefe And by his hardy hands reliefe A Roman rescu'd from his foes For which his Oken crowne he showes Steps forth and thus he doth declame ¶ Conductor chiefe of Roman fame If it be lawfull and but iust To shew our griefes with tongues of trust We may complaine of these delayes That with such lingring patience stayes Thy powerfull armes did our faith faile In ought that might thy course auaile Will we thinkst thou whilst life retaines The boyling blood within ous vaines Or whilst our actiue armes haue might To weild the Pile with Martiall slight Endure thus to subiect our State To Senate gownes degenerate Is it a fault by ciuill warre Their insolencies to debarre Nay leade vs through Scyths ysie fennes And through the Syrts vnhaunted dennes Through Lybia's thirsty parched sands Heere are the selfe-same forward hands That holpe through deeps to tugge the Ores When thou inuadedst Brittaines shores And with like courage ready were Through stickle Rhene the boates to steare Our hearts shall be as forward still As able to obey thy will And whom against thy Trumpets sound I wish mischance may them confound Yea though they be right Romans borne As deadly foes I will them scorne And here I doe protest and sweare By those braue Ensignes that we beare Of our victorious legions ten By all the conquests where and when So happily atchieu'd by thee If thou but giue in charge to me To stabbe my brother to the heart My fathers head and necke to part Or to rippe vp with bloudy knife The rising belly of my wife When she conceiued is with childe My hands should be therewith defil'd Though they said nay with mood more mild Yea if it were the Gods to spoyle To raze their Temples with the soyle Their ornaments and wealth to burne Vntill to ashes they did turne Or else vpon the Tyber bankes To place and file our armed rankes I would be first of all the Rout That should the Stations quarter out There to incampe our legions stout Nay do but say which are the walles That thou design'st to Ruines falles These hands of mine first hold shall lay Vpon the Ramme and giue him sway Vnto the ground the stones to teare Yea though the walles of Rome they were ¶ When Loelius thundring peale was rung The Cohorts clustring in a thrung With open voyce and hands out flung Do vow to follow Caesars Armes Through heat and cold through haps or harms And therewithall they bellow out As maine a cry with hideous shout As doe the hurling windes from Thrace When they the lofty Pines imbrace That on the mountaine Ossa growes Whose stormy gusts so fiercely blowes That toppes of Trees bow to the ground And with such force againe rebound As if they would the clouds confound ¶ Caesar that now his Souldiers minds So prone to warre and willing findes Seeing withall the Fates his friend Is loath more time in vaine to spend But least his Fortune should be staid For want of force and greater aid Forthwith in haste he sends for all His Cohorts garrison'd in Gaule Then flying Ensignes doth display And towards Rome directs his way ¶ The Troopes about Lemanus Lake To Caesars Campe themselues betake And those great forces of account That fortifide Vogesus mount And fierce Lingones held in awe To Caesars tents doe likewise draw Others that with his warres will share From Isar floud to him repare Which washing with his water falles So many goodly Citties walles His siluer streames at last he hides In Rhodonus that swifter slides And there his natiue name doth lose Before that he the Ocean knowes The gold-hair'd Ruthens left at large Their maistering garrisons discharge And silent Atax new ioy greeets Dis-burdened of the Latium Fleets The gallant Townes that bordering rankes On either side of Varus bankes Doe publique bone-fire-feasting make When Roman Troopes their soile forsake The like contentment them befell That by th' Herculean port do dwell Vpon which shores in rowling flockes The boysterous billowes sweepe the rockes Not stird with rage of Westerne flawes But by whirle-windes that thither drawes From off the Narbonensian coast Where shippes so furiously are tost As that no harbour can suffise To shelter them from those fierce skyes So ioy'd the people of that land That euermore doe doubtfull stand To be orewhelm'd with flowing seas As oft it haps to their disease Which flouds the ebbes againe appease Now whether this deluge proceedes From Northerne winds that high seas breeds During their powerfull whirling whiffes That raise the waues aboue the cliffes And being layd the stilled maine Reclaimes her mounted waues againe Or whether Cynthias influence Do with this breach of bounds dispence Or else the Sunnes attractiue beames Exhale vp vapours from those streames Thereby the watry clouds to feede Or else from whence it doth proceede I leaue it to their better reede That diues into the hidden cause Of Heauens course and Natures lawes And as for me I will submit The censure of my humble wit To that great God-head that best knowes The reason why it ebbes and flowes Now were the Nemetes releast Of all the bands vpon them ceast Where the Tarbellians bound at large A calmed sea with crooked varge Then to the Santons turne it fell To bid their Latium guests fare-well The Bituriges doe the same And the Axones that beare fame With their long bowes so fit for Mart The Rheni trayn'd to throw the dart The Sequani that rankly ride And skilfully their horses guide The Belgi that so well can steere And turne their Coach in maine careere Th' Auverni that themselues do grace For their descent from Troian race And Roman parentage embrace The Neruij that with faithlesse words In Cotta's bloud did bath their swords The Vangiones that desire To weare the Sarmatan attire The stout Battaui that delight VVhen Trumpets call them forth to fight And all those people that are bred And harbour about Cyngaes head VVhere Rhodonus so swiftly fleets VVith whom the Riuer Arar meets And Neptune with their tribute greets Or what inhabitants beside About Gebenna's mount reside All these to mirth conuert their meane That Latine Garrisons are gone And
The Cities fright and heauinesse How fathers for their sonnes lament What teares the wailing mothers spent And how the wiues vpon the shore In forlorne troopes would search and pore Amongst the waues distain'd with gore Where they their husbands corps might haue Disfigured weltring in the waue But often-times their markes did misse And for a Greeke a Roman kisse The fathers with like strife desires To giue their sonnes their funerall fires But Brutus with triumphant hands Victor vpon the Ocean stands And on the sea first purchast fame With victory to Caesars name Finis Libritertij Lucans Pharsalia The fourth Booke THE ARGVMENT CEsar vpon a lofty mount Incamped doth his foes afront Neere to Ilerdas stately walles Where by the rage of water falles Beeing distrest thence his Cohorts Hee ouer Sicoris transports And doth Petreius hoast pursue Where both the Campes a league renew Which wickedly Petreius brake And Friendship did with Slaughter slake His Campe then Caesar doth inclose And so opprest his staruing foes That proud Petreius and his bands Seeke mercy now at Caesars hands Meane while Antonius men are slaine Vpon the Adriaticke maine Whereas Vulteius and his mates Most gloriously doe end their dates Then Curio on the Lybicke coast Is ouer-throwne with all his hoast FIERCE Caesar now in Climes a farre Doth seriously pursue his warre And yet his Mart doth mildly wage Free from reuenge or bloody rage Chiefly hee doth affect to see Of what import these Captaines be Afranius and Petreius were The two that all the sway did beare The power was equall that they held Ouer the Troopes in Towne or field In campe they no precedence haue Either of them the watch-word gaue These had besides their Latium bands Swift Souldiers from Asturian lands And to them ioyn'd the Vectons light With all that people that tooke flight From Gaule to mixe their race with Spaine VVho Celtiberian name retaine ¶ A place there is that naturally Doth raise it selfe vp loftely And is a fertile plot of ground In midst whereof a hillocke round Extends it selfe with ample bound On toppe whereof Ilerda stands Founded long since by Antique hands VVhose gallant seat and stately walles Are washed with the water falles Of pleasant Sicoris not least Of those sweet streames that Spaine do feast Shap't like a bow on either sides A bridge of stone this flood bestrides And vnto it a rocke is nye VVhere Pompey's men incamped lye VVhence Caesars Tents are plainly seene High pitcht vpon a lofty greene The Riuer runnes the Campes betweene VVhich field in largenesse doth extend Further then sight can comprehend And this great Champion circling round Swift Cingas streames doth safely bound VVhich is restrain'd to dippe or laue His siluer breast in Neptunes waue For he his streames hath intermixt VVith one great Flood that runs betwixt And Iberus it hath to name From whom that word Iberia came At first sight no exploits were vsd But was from bloudy Mart excusd For both the Captaines spent this day To view their strength and bands suruay This strife remorce of minde did rue And shame the rage of Armes withdrew Their Countries sake and wronged lawes Gaue one dayes leasure for a pause No sooner day began to lurke But Caesar sets great Troopes a worke As long as all the night did last About his Campe a trench to cast And then before this worke the whiles His armed bandes he rankes and files And with this slight his foe beguiles No sooner day his first light lends But Caesar straight some legions sends To take a hill that mid-way rose Betweene Ilerda and his foes Afranius then 'twixt feare and shame Was forc'd to entertaine this game And first with speed possest the same The one by sword and valor straue At his command the hill to haue The others for their right contest Already of the place possest But Caesars men laden with Armes The Rockes doe clamber vp in swarmes And though the place were crag'd steepe Where footing failes they crawle creepe And when they hold or handfast lackes Others with shields support their backes No fitting roome that place affoords To throw their darts or fight with swords Their Piles into the banke they stake And by them mounting steppes do make And whilst by shrubs and cragges they stay Through bushes they hacke out a way But Caesar seeing that his Troopes For want of helpe in danger droopes Forthwith his aids of horsemen sends Commanding them to backe their frends And that they should with circling ring Charge home vpon the left hand wing So by this meanes vp to the top His foot-men gat and found no stop For they that first the hill did gaine Did now retire from thence amaine Their honour lost and labour vaine Onely this while the chance of warre On either side did make a marre But now the hazards that ensue From the vncertaine motions grew Which then the aires vntemperance drew ¶ The winter seasons chilly frost With Northerne windes are turn'd and tost And now the aire within it shrouds Abundant heapes of clustred clouds The hilles lay cou'red thicke with snow And all the fields that lye more low Wanting the comfort of the sunne With hoary mists are ouer-runne The vtmost coasts that Westward lye Were hardned with the freezing skye But when the bright-beam'd Tytan came To lodge him with the gold fleec'd Ramme That in the seas did Helles beare VVhen from his backe she fell for feare And with his flaming rayes did bring More warmth vnto the moisty spring And with an equall poyse vpright Did ballance out the day and night Then Cinthia's hornes but late renew'd Did Boreas from the aire exclude VVhich was with Easterne shine endu'd This East wind with Nabathean blasts A loofe from his owne quarter casts The clouds that with him did reside And those that in Arabia bide And all those vaporing mists that mounts Into the aire from Ganges founts Or whatsoeuer else the Sunne By his attractiue power had wonne Or any fogges that North-west winde Hath to the Easterne clime design'd Or that the Indian aire did binde ¶ These clouds remou'd from out that sky The dayes began with heat to fry Nor South nor North doe tempests feele Their rackes with cleered face doe wheele But now the Westerne world of Spaine These rowles of clouds doth entertaine So this part of the globy round That with his cliffes doth Thetis bound These clustred wool-packes so confound As that the aire all thicke is seene That lies the heauen and earth betweene And hardly roome there did remaine These bundled vapours to containe But prest do powre down showres amaine The thunder now the flash holds backe Of lightning that precedes the cracke They are no sooner set on flame But the moist clowds do quench the same Here Iris now begins to show Some part of her halfe-circled bow But not in
Ausonia's limits hold VVhen Caesar thus had twice or thrice Reprou'd him for his loytring vice And saw that he so oft did spend His treats and threats vnto no end But Fortunes fauours thus neglects That his successe so much protects He vndertakes ' gainst this despight To make a strange attempt by night And maugre frights of seas mischance He dreadlesse doth himselfe aduance VVhilst sterne Antonius so did feare So oft commanded to be there For Caesar saw his rash attempts Fortune from danger still exempts And now he hopes with passage good To furrow through the raging flood Embarked in a Fisher-boate VVhen ships could scarce in safety floate ¶ Now had the silent night with rest From care of Armes freed euery breast And slumbring soules with sweet repose Their eyes in quyet thoughts doe close And those most soundly take their ease Whom lowly pouerty can please Now all the Campe dead silent binne The second watch did new beginne VVhen Caesar with a carefull-pace Alongst the whusted guards did trace Not of his owne attendants heard VVhen his owne Tent he first vnspard Fortune was then his mate alone So through the Campe he past vnknowne VVho now were all possest with sleepe But scarce good watch the while they keepe And he dislik't this fault to see That they could so surprised be He romes about the crooked shores VVhere he a creeke at length explores And there a fisher-boate did ride That by a sturdy rope was tide The owner of this pelting skiffe Hard vnder-neath a craggy cliffe Not farre from thence had his poore coate The bottome of a rotten boate Was all his roofe and for the side T was made of platted bul-rush dry'd Combin'd with canes and fenny flagges And on no stronger proppes it swagges ¶ Here Caesar with his fist so knockes That therewithall this cottage rockes And did Amyclas frighted wake Who soundly then his rest did take But now his soft couch doth forsake Whose there qth he what shipwrackt wight Beates at my doore this time of night What wretched man my helpe doth craue Or who can hope reliefe to haue Of this base cottage where I wonne Great Fortune doth such corners shunne Thus said he hastes a fire to make And doth the heaped ashes rake Some kindled sparkles to finde out And them with dry leaues strawes about And so with blowing kindles flame Whilst he of warres feares not the name He knew his simple home was free His house no prey of worth could be For souldiers spoyles or ciuill strife O safe and blessed poore mans life O sweet secured quiet state This pretious gift and heauenly fate That on meane wights the Gods bestow The mighty ones do scarcely know VVhat Cities walles or strongest Forts VVhen Caesars hand beates at the ports Could like security possesse But that some fright they would expresse His little wicket he sets ope Then Caesar gaue his speech this scope Yong man quoth he aduance thy hope Beyond the thoughts thou canst conceaue Fortunes full bounties now receaue If my directions thou obay And to Hesperia me conuay A Skippars trade thou shalt not need Nor toyle in age with hungry feed Spare not therefore thy wealth to raise Since that the Gods shew thee the wayes And whilst thou maist receiue that Fate Which will for euer store thy state So Caesar said for though but clad In rusticke habit like a swad Yet could he not his tongue constraine In speech to vse a priuate vaine Then poore Amyclas thus replies Too many dangers vs denies To trust this raging sea by night For first I mark't the sunnes last light When he declin'd to Thetis bed His face was nothing flaming red But his bright beames contracted were For on the middle of his spheare A foggy cloud his face did hide So as his beames it did diuide One part of them did Northward bend The other to the Southward tend And meane while in the midst he quail'd And setting pale his brightnesse fail'd So as his beames did not offend The lookers eyes his face that kend And when the Moone did mount the skies With sharpned hornes she did not rise Nor did her hollownesse appeare VVithin her Orbe right azure cleare Nor as she wont in calmy night Her hornes thin toppes did beare vpright But that which is a signe of winde Her colour was to red inclin'd And with a faintie pallid looke VVith dull aspect a cloud she tooke Besides the murmure of the woods The rut and rocking of the floods I doe not like nor this signe neither The tumbling Dolphins boad foule weather The Cormorant me no whit likes That he vnto the dry land seekes And that he takes delight To trust his wings with towring flight That naturally affects the waues His head the Sea-crow often laues As though that he some stormes attends And on the low shores ietting wends But if it be thine owne desire And vrgent cause doe haste require I l'e giue thee all the helpe I may To bring thee to thy wished bay And where thou bidst we land will touch Or windes and seas shall faile me much ¶ He ends his tale and therewithall The fastned cable in they hale And with the winde his sailes le ts flye But with their motion suddenly Not onely ouer all the deepes Huge flaming streames from starers downe sweepes Spearsing in surrowes through the skye But those chiefe fixed starres on hye That next the pole doe stand so nye Did sensibly appeare to shake Then did a blacke mist ouer-rake The vast wilde backe of Neptunes maine And with a long stretcht rowling traine The threatning billowes sparkling burne The windes vncertainly did turne And by the swelling waues they finde The hollow seas were fil'd with winde Then quoth the Pilot of this barge See how this tempest doth enlarge Besides we cannot certaine finde Yet from what quarter blowes the winde Whether from out the South or East In no place he doth constant rest Againe if we the rut doe marke Which in the sea doth murmuring barke A North-west winde it signifies Which slat our course to Latium stries So as no meanes we haue to tacke That way nor on that coast to wracke This desperate course we must reiect If we our safety will respect And cast about to lay the land From whence we now directly stand Before our Skiffe bee too much tost And we too farre runne from the coast ¶ But Caesar scornes that he doth say Hoping all perils will giue way To his attempts and tels him plaine No fury of the winde or maine For feare shall make him turne againe If froward skies be all thy feare For Italy that fault I 'le beare Thy onely dread and doubt doth grow Because poore soule thou dost not know Who 't is that with thee now doth saile Whom Fortune neuer yet did faile But she would thinke she did me wrong To hold
The ship ten times together lifts And that which wondrous is to say She on the waues top still did stay And did not downe decline againe But with a sweeping billowes straine The barke was cast vpon the sands Whereas their last forsaken lands Doth make a narrow hollow bay And there a shore doe safely stay Here at one cast againe possest With all his Fortune so much blest And with so many stately Townes Such Cities and such Regall Crownes But Caesar thus return'd againe And Phoebus rising from the maine He could not so himselfe conceale As when he from his Campe did steale And all his Army did deceaue For now about him clustring cleaue His loyall troopes to see his face But teares a while all ioy did chase And then their Chieftaine they reproue With such complaints as grow from loue Stout Caesar whither now quoth they Did thy rash valour thee convey And to what Fate when thou wert fled VVere we poore soules abandoned VVhy didst thou to vnwilling waues Thy body giue where danger raues VVhen thou well knowst how many frends VVhat peoples safeties liues and ends Onely vpon thy Fate depends And that the world with loue and dread Hath chosen thee her soueraigne head T is inhumanity I say Liâ—e wilfully to cast away VVas none of vs of that desart VVith thee in this to share a part Of all thy friends that yet remaine In this wouldst thou no one retaine Dead sleepe alas did vs deceaue VVhilst that the seas did thee bereaue And thereof we are much asham'd But must this cause therefore be blam'd That thou didst seeke Hesperia land A desperate deed thou took'st in hand In such fierce cruell stormes as these To trust thy selfe with raging seas In most extreames and last of all When doubtfull wrackes we would fore-stall Then men are wont to cut off strife Stoutly to end a loathsome life But thou with all this worlds good blest The seas must be therewith possest Why weariest thou the Gods aboue Fortune hath shewd her care and loue Sufficient if she do no more But thy safe landing on the shore And this may serue thee to debarre From hoped fortune in thy warre No better vse can Caesar make Of that great care the Gods do take For his affaires the earth that swaies And to whose heast all men obayes Then that such grace they him behight To be a happy ship-wrack't wight But whilst they thus expostulate The sunne his beames doth eleuate And so breakes off this dire complaint The swelling seas now growing faint With huge turmoyle her waues deprest When as the windes were laid to rest ¶ And then the leaders of those bands That lay so long in Latium lands Seeing the maine now spent with rage And cleansing Boreas did asswage The lowring gusts of seas and sky They loosd their ships the waues to trye Which long and oft had tryall made Twixt sailers skilfull in their trade And the resisting stubborne windes Which so each other equall bindes That they the broad seas could not scoure And come to Caesar with their power But now aboord the Souldiers get The ships in order they are set When as the night with froward gale Kept Mariners they could not hale Their tackes aboord nor ply their sailes Amongst the ships all order failes So do the Cranes in strained rankes When they forsake Strimonian bankes Shunning the rage of winters frost Go seeke their drinke on Nylus coast And when they first beginne their flight Their rankes so orderly they dight That diuers figures they retaine Whilst they throughout the aire doe straine Vntill at length some Southerne blast Amongst their wings his puffes do cast Wherewith they are inforc'd to flye A higher pitch in windy skye And then confusdly do begin To breake their order filed thin In clusters soaring round together Framing their flight to serue the wether And puts the letter out of square Whose forme in flying first they bare ¶ But with the dauning of the day The winde began to beare a sway Stir'd with the sight of Phoebus face And now it hath this fleete in chase Which as it saild did striue in vaine The shores of Lissus to attaine But yet that land they could not lay Till North-winde gaue the South-winde way And to Nymphaeus port did guide The fleet which Boreas blast deny'd In keeping backe the checking tide Now Pompey sees prouision made From sundry coasts him to inuade And Caesars force at point to Arme From euery place about him swarme So as his Campe must now withstand The daily garboyles neere at hand He doth resolue to place a part His nuptiall care secure from Mart. And vnto Lesbos meanes to send His faire Cornelia there to spend This bloody time remote a farre From clattring Armes and noyse of warre Good God how iust loue rules and bindes Those men that are of worthy mindes Loue so in Pompey breedes remorce That dread and doubt doe warres diuorce For now Cornelia is the cause That he himselfe a while with-drawes From hazarding the doubtful scarre Of Fortune in this ciuill warre When all the world and Roman state Was now exposd to martiall Fate He now wants words to shew his minde And to delayes is whole enclin'd Whereby he may protract euent And trifle Fate in loue-time spent Now when the night was almost past And sleepy rest had lent his last To slumbring eyes Cornelia than Sweetly embracing her good man Seeking withall his lippes to smacke Whose breast deep cares did strain rack To her the whiles he turnes his back When wounded she with blinded feares Seeing his eyes besprent with teares Durst not desire the cause to learne Nor seeme she did his teares discerne Then sighing thus he said Deare wife To me more pleasing then my life Whilst I in happy state did liue But now dost cause of sorrow giue Since that the heauy day I see That our sweet ioyes must parted bee Too short a date for our delight Though all to long to stay from fight For Caesar now is ready prest And warre is onely in request During which time Lesbos shall be A safe retiring place for thee Forbeare requests to me to make I haue resolu'd this course to take And haue denyd mine owne desire Thou shalt not long from me retire But things are now in desperate chaunce And when as ruine doth aduance The greatest states must lead the daunce It may suffise thee still to heare When perils are to Pompey neare But sure thy loue deceiues me farre If thou affect to see this warre How fouly I might be asham'd That now for Mart haue all things fram'd To sleepe securely with my wife Sequestred from this ciuill strife And when the sounding Trumpets shall The wretched world to battaile call That Pompey then with drowsie eyes Should from thy tender bosome rise To wofull Pompey 't were a skorne That he no preiudice hath borne
And of our selues to take remorce Thou Ptolomey maist if thou wilt Mend Pompeys wracke that lies now spilt When Rome it selfe dures for his guilt Dar'st thou Thessalias ashes reare And call in warres thy realme to teare Before these late Pharsalian broyles We kept our selues from martiall toyles Would Pompey new warres vndertake With our hands since all him forsake Would he prouoke the victors might Againe that hath put him to flight And pitty tels vs as you say We should helpe wretches in decay But wisedome sayes we should affect To like those Fortune doth respect What foolish trust would leagues combine With friends in pouerty that pine ¶ This wicked counsell all allowd The boyish King was likewise proud To haue the honour him decreed As lawfull to act such a deed By Sycophants that sooth his minde Whereto Achillas was design'd And to the seas side they repaire A wicked shore for this affaire O this was that same trayterous land That borders on the Cassian sand Whereas on Aegypts coasts a shelfe Neere to the Syrts doth stretch it selfe There they a little frigget mand With armed monsters in a band O heauens how could the riuer Nyle And barbarous Memphis so defile Themselues and that same tender breed That the Canopian I le doth feed Haue hearts to act so vile a deed Doth ciuill fate the whole world staine Must Roman Rulers thus be slaine Doth Aegypt slaughters new affoord Must Pharus on vs vse the sword O ciuill warres to your owne Armes Reserue our proper Countries harmes And do reuenge your own blood spilt Chase from you odious forraine guilt If noble Pompey were design'd By Caesars sword his date to finde Durst Ptolomy so traiterously Doome one of so great name to dye And thou Achillas halfe a man Thou Eunuch whom the world doth ban How durst thou so with hands prophane Whilst heauen did thunder work his bane Hee that the world by Armes hath tam'd Him that three Triumphes so had fam'd The Champion of the Senates state The victors sonne-in-law but late This might alone for reason stand To stay the Pharian Tyrants hand He was a noble Roman borne With thy sword must our breasts be torne Little knowst thou vnhappy boy Little knowst thou thine owne annoy How ficklely thy fortune stands That by no right now holdst thy lands Since him thy wicked sword hath slaine By whose grace thou didst rule and raine ¶ Now Pompey strooken had his saile And in his ship for more auaile His Marriners fell to the Ore So to convey him to the shore Thus passing on with his small fleet A little Gally did him meet That was with wicked villaines mand VVith shew to bring him to the land Then Aegypts kingdome they profest VVas to his loue and seruice prest And therewithall they offer make That he the benefite would take Of their small skiffe to come a shore From his tall ship that could not more Nor on those channels safely ride And very hardly stemme the tide By reason that the checking waue Did with contrary currents raue And to all shipping perilous That on those costs were venterous ¶ But had not destiny ordain'd And that which could not be refrain'd The doome of the aeterne decree To which his fate must needs agree That Pompey to this shore must wend There to receiue his wofull end He wanted not aduice of those That were his friends to doubt these foes For that if they good faith had meant And that the King with true intent VVould welcome him vnto that land Giuen to his sire by Pompeys hand The Tyrant then with all his fleet In state with honour would him meet But he to destiny giues way And as they wild he did obay Leauing his ship he their skiffe enters And scorning feare he death aduenters Wherewith Cornelia headlong flies Into the hostile skiffe likewise Seeing her husband so gone out Transported with the carefull doubt That they did plot some villany And therefore kept him company Rash woman stay behind he said And so to do his sonne he praid And bids them there aloofe expect Of this aduenture the effect And well obserue with what faith led They now will entertaine his head But all in vaine he charmes deafe eares For now Cornelia mad with feares Her hands lifts vp with frighted brow Cruell without me whither now Meanst thou to goe must I againe In solitary sort remaine And rest the company of thee Now from Thessalian dangers free We wretches neuer sundred are But there ensues some heauy care Why didst thou not thy sailes diuart And flye into some other part And leaue me wretch in Lesbos plac't If from all lands I must be chac't Thy company I cannot please But onely on the raging seas When she in vaine had thus complain'd In doubt her owne ship-side she strain'd With dread amaz'd her eyes she rold And did not Pompey then behold These in the shippes did doubtfull stand Of Pompeys fortune on the land Not fearing feare or treachery But doubting that too humbly He would that King for aid entreat To whom he gaue that Regall seate But as he meant a shore to passe He suddenly saluted was By one a Roman souldier That in a Pharian boate drew neere Septimius hight ô heauenly shame That he his Countrey should defame One of the guard to Ptolomey As his base weapon did display His Roman pile was set aside Fierce violent enrag'd with pride No sauage beast could him exceed For slaughter or for bloody deed A man would thinke that Fortune meant That so much blood should not bee spent Nor yet so many people wrack't Because the warre his right hand lack't And that his murdrous sword so farre Was banish't the Pharsalian warre But Fortune such thou spread'st abroad That ciuill slaughters might be stroad In euery coast to bring defame Vnto the victors cruell name And that thy stories iust complaint Should all the Gods with shame attaint So did this Roman sword obay The King and Pompey thou mayst say This Palean Princox did not dread With thine owne sword to reaue thy head And future times shall still record Septimius name to be abhord But with what tearmes to be exprest If Brutus fact the world detest Now his last houre approached on For hee with Pharian barge is gone And of himselfe the power had lost The Tyrants monsters him accost With naked swords vpon him bent And when he saw their vile intent With weapons prest to giue the stroke Vpon his face he throwes his cloke Disdaining that his bared head To fortune should be offered And therwithall he closd his eyes His spirit he supprest likewise Because hee would no moanes expresse Nor teares to make his vertues lesse ¶ But when Achillas damned wretch With murdrous glaiue he made a breach Into his side with gaping wound Nor sigh nor grone yet did he sound
with Caesars foes takes part Who wanting one to rule their mart She as the daughter of their king Assumes thereof the managing And to that Tyrants murdrous slaue Achillas she due iustice gaue And from his corps his head did shaue So now another sacrifice To thee ô Pompey bleeding lies For expiation to thy ghost But fortune will bestow more cost And heauens forbid this should be all The offrings for thy funerall The tyrants selfe of worth is not Nor all his Realme to cleare that blot And till the Senatorean state On Caesars bowels venge their hate Pompeys reuenge will be in date But yet this broile and martiall rage These leaders deaths could not asswage For now againe fresh stirs arise From Ganimed with more supplies Which fiercely doth on Caesar presse And giue a charge with shrewd successe This one daies danger was so great That Caesars fortune it did threat And so mought Ganemedes name Throughout the world haue flown with fame For whilst that Caesar doth prouide In emptie ships from tother side Some armed troop and old cohort Vnto this I le for his support Vpon a sodaine many foes With armed force do him enclose On this side hostil ships do keepe The shoares and barre him from the deepe Behind his backe the traitors bands In filed ranks with weapons stands No hope of safetie doth remaine No place for flight all valour vaine And that which did him most offend Scarce meanes to find a glorious end No force he had whereby he might In martiall sort frame any fight Now Caesars fortune must be lost And yet nor fight nor slaughter cost Coopt vp whereas the place affords No triall there for bloody swords Thus doubtfull musing whether t weare Fitter to die or basely feare He sternely casts his eyes behind And sees his foes in troops combind Wherewith he cals vnto his mind Scaeua his souldier that with fame Had purchast such a glorious name For that braue end and dantlesse spright Which he shewed at Dyrachium fight Where he alone the Rampart kept And neuer once retiring stept When Pompey had the walles beat downe Yet from them all did win renowne ¶ This memory of Scaeuas Mart Puts courage into Caesars heart And nobly hee resolues to dye VVith fame that through the world shold fly But his designe the Fates gaine-say Fortune shewes him a safer way For as he casts his eye aside Vpon his left hand he espide Ships of his friends that there did ride To swim to them he doth entend And therewith said what shall we end Our Fortunes here by villaines slaine Or rather sinke amidst the maine Then shall this Eunuch Ganimede No conquest gaine on Caesars head So hauing sayd he brauely leapt Into the sea but safe he kept His bookes within his left hand drie And with his right the waues doth trie So through the deeps he safely swamme Vntill amongst his frends he came Who him receiue with ioyfull cries That to the Heauens with Ecchos files Finis libri decimi A sharpe reprehension of Ciuill warre The miserable estate of Italy The Romans themselues worke their owne ruine It should seem that this was written in the beginning of Neroes reigne which was most excelleÌ„tly goueâ—ned for the first 5 yeares with singular Iustice temperance This is meere Ironicall flattery In this he teacheth NERO how he should gouerne by an Imagination of what is The causes of the ciuill war Fortune most triumphes ouer great estates No faith amongst Competitors of kingdomes Romulus and Rhemus Crassus the meanes that kept Caesar and Pompey within their bounds By Crassus death this ciuill rage brake out What mischiefe two ambitious mindes can breed in a quiet state IVLIA the means to hold Caesar Pompey in good correspondency Pompeyes iealousie Popeys humor Caesars humor Pompeyes disposition described Popular affectation Caesars disposition described The Roman Vices Wealth the cause of all excesse The great alteration of the Roman humors Diuision between the Senate and the people Honors bought and sold and not conferred by merit Caesar marching toward Rubicon is forbidden by an apparition Caesars answere to the Apparition Caesars Protestation to Rome Caesar wil passe the Rubicon with his legions The description of Rubicon Caesar passeth Rubicon Caesars speech when he had past the Rubicon Caesar surpriseth Ariminum The amazement of the Ariminenses The coÌ„plaint of the Ariminenses The many wracks that Ariminum had endured Caesar the child of Fortune The Iealousie of the Senate The Tribunes disgraced by the Senate Curios oration Curio accuseth the Senate Curio stirres Caesar to attempt Rome A strong perswasion Curio perswades Caesar that the Senate conspire to wrong him Caesar incensed Caesars oration to his Souldiers Caesars scornefull speech of Pompey and some other Romanes Pompey taxed in diuers kinds Milo Clodius Caesar chargeth Pompey with the cause of this ciuill war Pompey a follower of Sylla Caesar alleageth the wrongs offered him by the Senats decree Caesar insinuates with his Souldiers Caesar aleageth Pompeys prouision for pyrats whilst old Roman Veterans are neglected Caesars protestation against tyrannicall ambition Loelius Loelius oration to Caesar Loelius deuotes his faith to Caesar Loelius most desperate protestation for Caesars seruice The affection Caesars souldiers do beare to him Caesar assembles his forces Opinions of ebbing and flowing of the sea The great resolution of the Druides All that Caesar had conquered in ten yeares warres was hazarded to be lost The feares that the rumors of Caesars approach breedes at Rome The fame of Caesars comming to Rome The Senate flie from Rome The Roman frights and flying The Roman Citizens fall from their old wonted valor Pompey taxed for flying froÌ„ Rome at the bruite of Caesars approch Many prodigious signes seene before these ciuill warres Aruns an Augur seekes out the causes of the ciuill war by diuination A Roman procession A Bull sacrificed Aruns the Augur amazed Aruns afeard to expresse the coniecture Aruns censure Tages the first inuenter of Auguring Figulus an excellent Astrologer Doubtfull coniectures Figulus considers the inclinations of the heauens The censure of Figulus Prayers bootlesse against Destinie The censure of Figulus discomforteth the Romans The prophesying of a Roman Matron rap't with a sudden fury Whether there bee destiny or chance in worldly courses An Imprecation against fore-knowledge The Roman Matrons frequent the Temples with an extraordinary deuotion Not to vse presumption in praying The speech of a Roman Matron The coÌ„plaints of the Romans leauing the Citty and following the warres All warres more pleasing to the Romans then ciuill strife The Romans lay a curse on Caesar Pompey both The coÌ„plaint of an old Citizen declaring the bloudy times of Marius and Sylla Marius a bloudy man Bloudy Fury More cruelties Noble Romans slaughtered Murder in Vesta's Temple Marius chaÌ„ge of fortunes Sylla's raging time of crueltie The liberty that was giuen to out-rage The sundry meanes that men make to dye so
flight by Caesar The vantguard of the army in a rout The maine battell resists awhile Caesar whets on his souldiers Why Caesar would haue his Souldiers aime at the Senate Alluding to the sword that after slue Caesar Because that the fields of Philippi are in Thessaly The maine battaile lost Caesar insulteth ouer Domitius at the poynt of death Domitius last words to Caesar Pompeys praier to the Gods Pompeys flight They are more vnhappy that offer an iniury albeit with successe then those that repell an iniury although with losse of their blood The Larissans loue to Pompey Caesar entreth Pompeys campe All the rich spoyles that Caesars Souldiers found in Pompeys camp could not content their greedy minds Terrible dreames affright Caesars souldiers in their sleepe Caesars feareful apparitions in his dreames An inuectiue against Caesar for not allowing Pompeys slaine souldiers a funerall fire Hanniball buried Marcellus his enemy with great magnificence Lucans opinion of the last dissolution of the world Pompeys fears and suspitions in his flights The iealously of feare Pompey affects a retired life hating all popularitie The remembrance of former felicities is grieuous in aduersitie No man happy but in his end Peneius riuer that runs betweene Olympus and Ossa Pompey embarks himselfe for the Isle of Lesbos Cornelias care of Pompeys Pompey after the ouerthrow arriues at Lesbos where Cornelia was Cornelia fals into a swoone with sorrow Pompey comforts Cornelia with a braue speech Meaning for the losse of his glory Cornelia replies to Pōpey This was Crassus sonne a braue yong nobleman slaine in the Parthian wars with his father the rich Crassus a Roman Senatour Iulia the daughter of Caesar Pompeys late wife The oration of the citizens of Mitilen to Pompey The Mitelens hopelesse of Caesars fauour Mitelen wholly deuotes it self to Pompey Pompeys answere to the Mitelens The confidēce that Pompey had in the Mitelens Pompey acknowledgeth the Mittilens to be in Caesars disgrace for his sake Lesbos famous for faith to Pompey Pompeys request to the Gods The griefe of the Mittilens for Cornelias departure The loue and honour that the Mitelens bare to Cornelia for her sweet behauiour Cares impediments to quiet sleepe Pompey conferres with his Pilot about his course The Pilots answere to Pompey The Pilots obseruations Prmpey directs his Pilot what coasts to shun Vpon the construction of this Simile all the Commentators do vary are doubtfull The Easterne Princes stand firme to Pompey in his distresse Pompeys words to king Deiotarus Pompeys fauor to the Parthians Pompey for reuenge would ioyne with the Parthes the most inueterate enemies of the Romans state Pompeys nauigation his wife beeing with him Phaselis a little Iland in the Mediterane The Senators escaped from the battaile come to Pompey Pompeys oration to the Roman Lords that escaped from the battaile Pompey desires them to giue their opinions for aids to bee sought Pompey sets down his conceit for succours Meaning king Iuba Crassus extols the Parthian forces The Parths enemies to the Romans Pompey scorns to seeke to those Nations that he hath triumphed ouer Pompey famous in the East parts of the world A reason why to take aid of the Parthes A braue oration of the Consull Lentulus in answere of Pompey Lentulus reprooues Pompeys humour to the Parths Abase reproch to Pompey The vnlikelihood of Parthian aides The nature manner of Parthias fight The Parths no souldiers disciplined The sword the chiefe weapon of all armes The luxury impudent venery of the Parths He speakes of Cornelias danger and dishonour to liue amongst the Parthes concubines This ciuill wars did hinder the reuenge of Crassus and his army lost A braue speech Lentulus respects the honor of Rome more then his mallice to Caesar A supposition of that Crassus ghost should say to Caesar A tant to Pompey Lentulus allowes that succours may be sought of Ptolomey Ptolomey a ward to Pompey He meanes that the old king was fuller of wiles and impieties Ciprus Venus Iland Pharos a tower where a great lanthorne was set to direct ships by night on those costs The scouts on the coast discouer Pompeys ships The Aegyptians go to coūsell Apis was a Bull that the Memphites honored as a God whō they suffered to liue but some few yeares then tooke another in his place Some name him Osyris Here it seems the Authour was defectiue by iniury of time and Achoreus speech lost which the translator supplied as pertinent Order and iustice the support of regall power Pompey established Ptolomeys father in the kingdome Ptolomy wold haue done as much by Caesar if he had bene in his mercie Ptolomey at the first aided Pompey against Caesar Marius banisht recouered his honor againe in the Roman state Kings in honor ought to releeue distressed Princes for that it may be their owne ease Rome euer an enemy to Monarchy Ingratitude reproued Young yeares are apt to be distalned with ill manners euer to retain the tast therof He disswades the king from vsing any violence to Pompey by the example of Busuris king of Egypt That it behooues Princes to loue eye to the future as well as to the present Giue no aduantage to a foe nor offēce to a true frend Photinus wicked oration Machiauels Maister Truth profit repugnant A perswasion to cruelty Meaning Cleopatra then in disgrace with her brother He inuighes against Pompey He speakes as indifferent not caring if both parties were ruined An argument against the aiding of Pompey and wisely to consider their owne estate The humor of true worldlings Euill counsell soone folowed The people about Nylus tēder and not martiall How disgracefull it was to Rome to haue her Peeres slaine by her tributary princes He reproues yong Ptolomy for this treachery Pompey prepares to goe a land in Aegypt The pretēded shew of loue from the Aegyptian king to Pompey A slight vsed to draw Pompey into their skiffe Destinie ineuitable Pompeys frends aledged a reason of suspition Cornelia distasteth Pompeys aduenture Pompeys perswasion to his wife sonne Cornelias words of impatience to Pompey The counsaile of Pompeys friends for his landing Septimius a Roman souldier that serued Ptolomy described Pompey couers his face with his cloke when hee saw the traytors presse vpon him Pompeys resolution Achillas and Septimius doe murder Pompey The Authors bitternesse in taxing Caesar Cornelias complaint for the murdering of Pompey A bitter interrogation Cornelia desires to dye Pompeys sweet aspect after he was slaine and lay dead Septimius vncouers Pompeys face after he was slaine and hackes off his head Achillas vseth Septimius basely and takes the head from him Ptolomy viewes Pompeys head holding it by the haire Pompeys head borne on a stake by the Aegyptians Pompeys head embalmed preserued to be presented Caesar Meaning Cleopatra Queene of Aegypt after Ptolomy her brother He inueighs against Ptolomy for not bringing Pompeys body Pompey neuer vnfortunate but now at his last after the battaile of
so much paine endure So with the fall of ruines heft Are bones and members crusht and cleft And so deform'd in tempests drown'd Vpon the rockes are bodies found VVhat fruit or pleasure could they take This wofull spectacle to make Of Marius vgly mangled face Forsooth they knew they should gain grace To shew it Sylla in that case ¶ Now comes in Praenestina's turne For her inhabitants to mourne VVhom she beheld all at a trice To pay the bloudy sword like price Then quailed were th' Hesperian flowers And Latium youths now death deuours Then loathsome streame from bodies slaine The pleasant fields of Rome distaine Where gallants in their owne bloud baine Not Famines rage nor wrackes of seas Not Earthquakes dreads nor Plagues t'apease The Heauens wrath nor bloudy Warres Euer gaue vs such deadly scarres For now the heapes of bodies dead The murderers sway so pestered That they lackt roome to fetch the blow When they would hewing wounds bestow And when that any one was slaine He could not fall flat on the plaine The dead did reeling them sustaine But slaughters came at last so thicke That bodies dead stifle the quicke Nothing at all these horrid facts Sylla's vnmated minde distracts But from his Turrets top doth eye Without remorse those swarmes that dye And carelesse heares their clamorous cry The Tyrrhen gulfe at last receiues Millions whom death to it bequeaues Of Syllane slaughters whose torne limmes At first vpon the Tyber swimmes But at the last t was heapt so high That bodies did on bodies lye So as the boats were stopt their course And Tybers streames were bard their sourse For heaps of limmes that thither flocke Damb'd vp the riuer like a locke But that part next vnto the seas Had liberty to take his vease And that which was the heapes behinde The clustred carkasses did binde Nathlesse the torrents of the bloud Did force a way and with his floud Aboue the Tyber strand did rise And ouer all the fields it flies So as the streames of bloud gaue vent Vnto the River that was pent The bankes could not this floud withstand Which cast the bodies on the land And thence into the Tyrrhene maine The bloud did fall with such a traine That her blew waues it did diuide Into a sanguine colour dy'd Were these the meanes to mend amisse Was Sylla Foelix nam'd for this Is this the merit he doth yeeld To haue his Tombe in Martius field ¶ These mischiefes must be borne againe This warre will follow that same vaine Of ciuill strife I feare this curse To fall at last from bad to worse For where two armed factions meets Mankinde with common bane it greets The Marian rage did onely tend His exil'd state but to amend So Rome receiues him as a frend And Sylla did no more desire But to reuenge his quenchlesse ire With bloudy ruine of all those That were of party with his foes But Fortune calles these Captaines twaine I doubt me to a higher straine These both in Armes are stout and strong And will together rush ere long The others raisd no ciuill strife And Sylla tooke a priuate life So did this graue old fire lament His mindfull woes of time fore-spent Fearing this ciuill warres euent ¶ And yet no feare a place could finde In noble Brutus valiant minde This staggering dread that mazed all His constant heart could not appall But ere the dawning of the day When Parrhasis did downeward sway The oblique Axels of her waine And did the drowsie skies refraine Vnto the little lodge he hies Where Cato his deare Vnkle lies And at his wicket lowd he rapt Whom he found not in slumbers wrapt But tossing in his carefull mood The fortunes of the common good And safety of the Cities state Which he more wey'd then his owne fate Then thus with him he did debate ¶ O matchlesse Truth and vndefil'd Which all the world hath now exil'd O Vertue whilome in request Now onely lodg'd in thy iust breast Which no worlds fortunes thence can wrest Affoord thy graue aduice to me Settle my thoughts that wauering be And with thy iudgement sound and stout Direct me now that am in doubt Some now on Caesars side will warre Others of Pompeyes party are But reuerend Cato or else none Shall Brutus Captaine be alone And whether thou resolued art In these fraile times to stay from Mart Or that thy minde be not dismaid One of these selfe-wild guides to aid And that thou deeme this ciuill strife worthy the waging of thy life I do not know but others all Respects to wicked Armes doe call Some for their filed houses cause Some that in peace feare Iustice lawes Others their staru'd estate to mend To spoyles and ciuill rapine tend And many banckrouts drownd in debts In troubled streames would cast their nets None take vp Armes with good intent But all for hope of profit bent Onely thy selfe no humor drawes To warres but for thy Countries cause What can it now tend to thy praise To haue vprightly spent thy dayes So fraught with vertue free from crimes In these our vice-corrupted times If thou at last this censure haue Thy honest minde so to depraue That others were corrupt before In these vile warres thy armes had bore But now thy selfe this strife accurst Hath made as faulty as the worst But I beseech the Gods aboue That from thy heart they so remoue The humor of this mood vnmilde That with it thou be not defil'de And that thy armes thou doe not straine To cast the Pile with might and maine In clouds amongst the common rout And so great valour spend in doubt For in these warres if any erre The blame on thee they will conferre And those whom others bring to bane Thy sword therewith they will prophane And make thee author of all harmes That in this ciuill discord swarmes Peace better with thy temper sorts Exempt from enuies false reports Like as the heauenly bodies sway With true and milde vnchanging way The aire that to the earth is next With thunders rage is most perplext Whilst windes earth plants doth ouercast And lightning flashes do them blast Olympus ' boue the clouds stands fast It is ordain'd by Ioues high hest That discord should small things infest But concord highest states hath blest How would it Caesars eares content That such a Peere as thou wert bent To yeeld thy selfe vnto the warres And be partaker of these iarres For if thou Pompey's part do take He would thereof aduantage make And please himselfe withall to thinke Cato at Ciuill warres doth winke The Senate for the greatest part And Consuls likewise range their Mart Now vnderneath a priuate head And many other Lords so lead To whom adde Cato to the rest A Souldier vnder Pompeys hest So Caesars power shall be increast For then will he sway all alone That in his Campe compeere hath none But if our Armes we needs must
take For Lawes defence and Countries sake Brutus to neither part will goe As Pompeys friend or Caesars foe But which of them shall victor stand Him Brutus meanes to take in hand So ends his speech To whom againe Cato replies with sober vaine And from the secrets of his breast Like Oracles these words exprest ¶ O Brutus needs we must confesse Most heynously they doe trangresse That wilfully raise ciuill warre Which thought be euer from vs farre But whither fates doe men constraine Thither may Vertue safely traine Let heauen for me beare all the blame If I amisse my course doe frame For who can view with dreadlesse eye The falling of the starry sky Or else containe his helping hands If he in doubt and danger stands To be ore-whelmed with the fall Of earths grosse weight and this vaste all Or that the aire on flaming fire Our present ruine did conspire Shall vnknowne Nations parties take With factions that the Romans make Shall Kings from Clymes remote so farre Assisting be vnto our warre And shall I hold an idle place Farre from me be a minde so base These bloudy broyles like to ensue Might moue the Dakes and Getes to view Our hard mishaps and yet shall I Carelesse let Rome her fortune try Or rather as the parent showes His tender loue that mourning goes Accompaned with many frends His childs sad funerals intends When Nature doth his heart enforce Vnto the graue to guide the corse And then with sorrow takes in hand To fire the stack with blazing brand No otherwise can I remoue From thee O Rome my loyall loue Whilst that my limbes with life do moue And liberty thy name embrace Or thy vaine shadow in thy place But let the world goe how it will And let the wrathfull Gods vp fill The full amends for Romes offence In this Warre with our blouds expence No drop thereof will we defraud But if my wish yee would applaud O powers of heauen and hell vouchsafe To cast the burthen of this scath Alone vpon my wretched head No hostile harmes the Decij fled To free their Countrey hard bestead Let both the Armies me inclose Let all the barbarous ruthlesse foes Of Rhene on me bestow their blowes Yea let my body beare the scarres Of all the wounds giuen in these warres My limbes thereto I would bequeaue And willingly them all receaue And happy would my death esteeme The peoples wracke so to redeeme Could sacrifice of my bloud spilt Propitiate the Roman guilt Why doe the people fondly throng To Tyrants that our State would wrong And willingly the thraldome trust Of kingly raignes proud and vniust O let me witting onely feele The fury of the murthering steele Let me that still haue beene afraid To violate what Iustice said And thus in vaine haue lawes obaid O let this throat be caru'd in twaine If peace by it we may obtaine And giue an end vnto those broyles Which now th' Hesperian nation toyles For if with me these warres had end No man would Monarchy intend But as it is warres we must make And Pompey for our leader take And all our force and courage bend The publicke standard to defend For I assuredly doe know If Pompey giue the ouerthrow He is of minde too iust and meeke Supreme command alone to seeke But doth such tyranny dislike To make him victor I l'e be one He shall not claime the baies alone Thus Cato spake whose feeling words Like pricking neelds or points of swords Stir'd vp stout Brutus martiall ire And his yong bloud doth set on fire Too much on Ciuill warres desire ¶ By this time Phoebus shining bright With beames had chast the chilly night When all the house did ringing sound With blowes that from the gate rebound Giuen by modest Martia's hand Who mournfully without did stand But newly thither come withall From her Hortensius funerall That whilome in her virgins state Was spoused to a better mate And now againe she was inlarg'd From nuptiall bonds and vowes discharg'd Which for a time she did fulfill So to obey her Cato's will And fruitfully her children boare Wherewith two houses she did store And then with child she was conceiu'd When first Hortensius her receiu'd But after she with funerall fire Had paid his bones their latest hire And ashes in the Vrna plac'd With mournfull cheere and looke defac'd Her haires about her shoulders spread Sprinkled with cinders of the dead Beating her breast with mournfull cry No presence to delight the eye Thus she her heauie tale began ¶ Whilst youths pure bloud through my veines ran And I repleat with fruitfull seed Obayd the hest by thee decreed Yeelding my selfe to husbands twaine Posterity to both did gaine But now with paines maternall worne And weake with many children borne With thee I seeke my dayes to spend Fit else for none to wedlockes end Restore me to thy loue againe That neuer did thy bed distaine And to content my wretched life Affoord me but the name of Wife That my sad Tombe this stile may beare Cato's true Martia resteth here So that the wrong of future time Slander me not with blamelesse crime And deeme I had defil'd thy bed Because I did Hortensius wed When well thou knowst in thy iust minde I was thereto by thee design'd Yet seeke I not to be thy mate Thereby to liue in better state Or to enioy a life of ease To share thy cares me best will please Part in thy trauels I desire To campe with thee shall be my hire Should I in peace and safety shrowd Whilst that Cornelia so hath vowd To follow Pompeys ciuill warre Doe not my loue such grace debarre ¶ These faithfull words so won the man That though the time vnfit were than Whilst strife and tumults were in date To enter into wedlockes state Yet they agreed the knot was ty'd But solemne pompe was laid aside The Matrimoniall bond alone Suffisd to make the nuptials knowne All Ceremonies they forbeare Onely the Gods their witnesse weare The Porch with Garlands was not dight The Pillars want silke-ribbone white No Tapers lent a flaming light No stately steps of Ivory Ioyn'd to the bed where they should lye The Curtens and the Couerlets No gold embrodery besets No matron there with crowne of state To guard the bride till it were late From companing her spoused mate No vaile of lawne did hide or grace Her modest lookes and bashfull face Her mantle that did loosely flye No faire imbossed belt did tye Rich Carkanets her necke had none Set out with pearle and pretious stone But from her shoulders there did traile Downe to her waste a simple vaile These dolefull weeds her state did waile But as she did her children beare In sorrow and in doubtfull feare Such now her spousall pleasures were And ouer all her purple gowne A mourning mantle trailed downe No melody nor musickes voyce Did with these nuptials reioyce Nor suiting with