Countrey Houshold gods thy Sonne And Wife art thou a mighty exile gone A place for thy sad death is sought afar Not that the gods enuy thee Sepulcher At home but damn'd is Aegypt to that crime And Latium spar'd that Fates in forreine clime May hide this mischiefe and the Romane land Cleare from the blood of her deare Pompey stand FINIS Libri secundi Annotations on the second Booke a An old man to expresse the present calamity repeats the whole course of the civill war betweene Mariuâ— and Sylla as it followes in this discourse b Marius had twice triumphed once over Iugurtha King of Numidia and afterward over the Cimbrians and Teutones but afterwards envying the honour of Sylla to whose hands Bocchas King of Mauritania had delivered Iugurtha and endeavouring by the ayde of Sulpitius Tribune of the People to hinder Sylla from his expedition against Mithridates King of Pontus bed incensed Sylla being then warring in Campania so farre that Sylla brought his Army to Rome and entring the Citie subduing his adversaries got them to be iudged enemies by the Senates decree and banished the citty Marius escaping by flight hid himselfe in the Fennes neere Minturna but being there taken he was put in a dungeon at Minturna c Marius suffered before hand at Minturna for those cruelties which he afterwards acted at Rome when he returned and was Consull the seventh time d The executioner of Minturnae being a Cymbrian entering the darke dungeon to kill Marius saw fire sparkling out of Marius his eyes and heard a voyce saying darest then kill Carus Marius at which the Cymbrian affrighted fled away and the men of Minturnae mooved with pitty and reverence of the man that once had saved Italy released C. Marius and let him goe e Marius escaped from Minturnae tooke flight by obscure passages toward the Sea and getting into a ship a tempest arising was cast vpon the â—â—anas câ—lled Meninges where he receivâ—d some companions and heard that his Sonne with Cethegus were â—otten safe into Affrick to Hyâ—mpsall he then sayed to the coast of Carthaâ—e but being forbidden by the Lictor of Sextilius the Prator to set foot in Affrick Gee tell thy Praetor quoth he that thou hast seene Caâ—us Marius sitting in the ruines of Carthage not vnfitly comparing the ruin'de estate of that great City to his owne now decayed fortunes f When Caius Cinna the Consull appealed to the people for restering those banished men whom the Senate at request of Sylla had iudged enemies a great contention arising Cinna was expelled the City by his colleague Cneius Octavius and flying sollicited the cities of Italy to war he armed slaues and prisoners and ioyning himselfe to Marius returning they entred Rome in a fourefold army Cinna Marius Carbo Sertâ—rius And tyrannized over their Adversaries g Marius had given this token to his Souldiers that they should kill all whom he did not resolute and offer his hand to kisse h Baebius was torne in pieces by the Souldiers i Marcus Antonius an excellent Orator that by his eloquence made the Murtherers relent at last his head being cut off Anius the Tribune brought it to Marius as he was at supper who handling it a while and scoffing at it commanded it to be nayled to the Rostra k Fimbria a cruell Souldier of Marius killed the two Crassi Father and Sonne in each others sight l That place of the prison from whence offenders vsed to he cast downe headlong was stained with the bloud of Licinius the Tribune whose Office was sacred m Mucius Scaevola the high Priest an old man embracing the Altar of Vesta was there slaine n C. Marius entring his seventh Consulship within thirteene dayes after dyed mad of a disease in his side being 70. yeeres old having tasted the extremities of prosperity and adversity o At Sacriportum not far from Praeneste Sylla overcame Caius Marius the Sonne of old C. Marius who fled to Praneste Sylla sent Lucretius Oâ—â—lia to besieage him there but Marius offering to escape through a Minâ— vnder ground and being discovered there killed himselfe Sylla then not ten furlongâ— from Porta Collina overthew Lamponius and Telesinus two Captaines of the Samnites who came to raise Ofellas siedge At these two places Sylla flew aboue seventy thousand men p Marius had promised the Samnites who had been of his party that he would translate the seat of the Empire from Rome to them who now conceived a hope of subiecting the Romans mere then once they did ad Furcas Caudinas where the Romans vnder the conduct of Titus Veturius and Spurius Posthumius received a disgracefull overthrow q Quintus Luctatius Catulus which had been Colleague with C. Marius and triumphed with him over the Cimbrians hearing that Marius was determined to put him to death entring his chamber voluntarily choaked himselfe In revenge of which his brother Catulus obtained of Sylla that Marius the brother of C. Marius might he delivered into his hands who sacrificed him at his brothers Tombe and wounding his armes thighes and legs he cut off his nose and eares cut out his tongue and digged out his eyes letting him so liue awhile that he might die in paine of every limme r Lucretius Offella by Sylla's command and having taken Praneste had killed or cast in Prison all the Senators that he found there of Marius faction but Sylla comming thither commaunded fiue thousand and men of Praeneste who in hope of mercy had cast away their armes and prostrated themselues vpon the ground to be all slaine f Sylla commanded foure whole Legions which had beene of his Enemies side among whom were many Samnites to be all killed at one time in the field of Mars t Sylla called himselfe Felix he named his Sonne Faustus and his Daughter Fausta leaving his Dictatorship he lived privately at Puteoli where be dyed eaten with Lice his Funeralls were kept with great honour in the field of Mars v Martia being a virgin was married to Cato by whom she had three children and then his friend Hortensius desiring to haue her and wanting children Cato bestowed her vpon him being theâ— great with childe after Hortensius his death she returned thus to Cato x Cornelia the daughter of Lucius Scipio and widdow of Publius Crassus was married to Pompey after Iuliaes death y At the fame of Caesars approach the Governors through Italy all fled not daring to withstand him or maintaine any Forts against him many of those are here named First Scribonius Libo leaues his charge at Hetruria and Thermus forsakes Vmbria Faustus Sylla son to Sylla the Dictator wanting his Fathers spirit and fortune in civill war fled at the name of Caesar z Atius Varus when hee perceived that the chiefe Citizens of Auximum favoured Caesar tooke his Garison from thence and fled a Lentulus Spinther with ten cohorts kept the Towne of Asculum who hearing of Caesars comming fled away thinking to carry with him his cohorts but was forsaken by most of his sâ—uldiers b
first crime but when Petreius spy'd That Caesars fortâ—ne did all actions guide Ilerda he forsakes trusting no more The strength of that knowne world but seeking for Vntamed nations fierce with wars dire loue e To that worlds end the battell to remoâ—ue When Caesar saw the hills and campe forsooke He bids his men take armes and never looke For bridge or ford but with their hardy armes Swim ore the streame the souldiers his alarmes Obey with speed and rushing on to fight Venture those wayes that they would feare in flight Then taking armes cherish their bodies wet And their beâ—ummed joynts with running heat Till noone made shadowes short the horsemen then O retake the hindniost of Petreius men Who doubtfull are whether to fight or flye Two rockâ— hills lift their proud tops on high Making a vale beneath aboue the ground Is ioyn'd below safe passages are found Through windings darke which straights if once the foe Had in possession Caesar well did know He might from thence carry the war as far As Spaines remote and barbarous nations are Runne without ranke quoth he pursue your foes Turne backe the war that by their flight you loose Make them turne face to face though they would fly Giue not the cowards leaue basely to dy But on their breasts let them receiue our blowes This said with swiftnesse they prevent their foes Flight to the hills encamping close beside A narrow trench did both the campes divide And of so little distance was the place They might distinctly know each others face There finding fathers brothers sonnes they see The wickednesse of civill enmity And first for feare standing a little mute With nods and swords lift vp frends frends salute But when deare loue conquer'd the law of warres Over the trenches leape the souldiers T' embrace each other some their old hosts meete Some their schoolefellowes some their kinsemen greete He was no Roman that no enemy knew Sighs breake their kisses teares their armes bedew And though no act of blood were yet begun They feare the mischiefe that they might haue done VVhy mourn'st thou foole why doe it thou beat thy breast And weepe in vaine why hast thou now confest Thou ' gainst thy will to wicked war doest goe Stand'st thou in such great feare of him whom thou Thy selfe mak'st dreadfull let this trumpets sound Neglect the cruell noise let none be found To beare his Eagles and the war there ends Caesar and Pompey private men are frends Now concord come that all things doest enfold In thy white armes and the worlds safety hold The earths blest loue future impietyes Our age may feare the ignorance heere dyes Of their misdeeds and from excuse does bar Their guilt they know their foes their kinsemen are Sinister fates that will by this short peace Their future woes and wickednesse encrease T' was peace and in both campes mixt souldiers stray'd And on the grasse their friendly banquets made By the same fire together Bacchus rites They celebrate and spend the watchfull nights In storyes of the war as lovingly Together they in ioyning lodginges lye Where first they did encampe from what hand fled Each Pile and boast of every valiant deede Denying much they graunt the wish of Fate And loue the wretched Souldiers renovate This loue their future wickednesse encreast For when Petreius saw their friendly feast Thinking himselfe and campe to sale betray'd He armes his houshold servants to invade Dire war and guarded with a troope of those Out of his campe th'vnâ—rm'd Caesarians throwes The sword as in embraces joyn'd they stood Divides them and disturbes the peace with blood Then wrath these war provoking speeches gaue Souldiers vnmindefull of the cause you haue Though Caesars conquest you cannot bestow Vpon the Senates cause this you can do Fight till you are orecome whilest you haue hands And blood and whilest the war yet doubtfull stands Will you go serue and traitrous Eagles take And beg of Caesar he no odds would make Betweene his slaues and at his hands dâ—sire Your Captaines liues our safetyes treasons hire Shall never be nor make we civill war To liue by name of peace betray'd we are People for veines of brasse which deepe-hid lye Would never seeke nor townes would fortify No stately horses to the war should pace No tower-like shipps ore spread the Oceans face If liberty for peace were ere well sold Shall Caesar's Souldiers damn'd obedience hold Bound by a wicked oath and you make light Your faith because in a good cause you fight But pardon 's hop'd oh shames dire funerall Not knowing this great Pompey thou ore all The world art mustring and each farthest King Bringing to fight whilest we are articling Basely about thy safety This feirce speech Turn'd backe their mindes stirr'd warrs wicked itch As when wild beasts wean'd from the woods and shutt Vp close to â—ame haue off their wildenesse put And learn'd t' endure a man if blood once staine Their iawes their wildenesse straight returnes againe Their iawes grow hot and their new boyling rage The trembling keeper hardly can aswage They run on wickednesse and what might seeme In a blinde war the gods or fortunes crime Deceived trust makes ours at bord and bed The late embraced breasts are murthered And though vnwillingly at first they draw Yet when their wicked swords drawne out they saw And striking were their friends they truely hate And with the stroke themselues they animate Petreius campe is with strange tumult fill'd And horrid murther sonnes their fathers kill'd And as if hidden mischiefe lost should be They boast their guilt and let their Captaines see Caesar though robbed of thy men yet see The gods high favour not so much for thee On Aegypt or Massilias seas is done Nor so much honour in Pharsalia won f For this sole crime of civill war does make That thou at length the better cause shalt take The Generalls now their blood-stain'd Souldier No more dare trust within the campe so neere But by swift flight toward Ilerda make From whom all passage Caesars horsmen take And there in those dry hills shut vp their foes Whom Caesar striues with a deepe trench t' enclose Cutting all water off he lets them take No springes nor tents neere to the river make They seeing the way of death convert their feare To rage their horses that vnusefull were To men beseidg'd they kill and since in flight T were vaine to hope addresse themselues to fight Caesar perceiues them comming and well knowes That death is sought by his devoted foes Containe your Piles and swords Souldiers quoth he I le loose no blood to get this victory That foe that meetes the sword nere gratis dyes Hating their liues and cheape in their owne eyes They come to mixe our losses with their death They 'll feele no wounds but ioy in losse of breath But let this heate forsake vm this mad fit They 'll loose their wish of death Caesar the fight Forbids
first they saw fierce Lions crosse their way Leptis was neer'st which quiet harbour lent Their winter free from heat and stormes they spent Now Caesar with Pharsaliaes slaughter cloy'd Leaving all other cares his thoughts employ'd In the poursuite of Pompey and was brought VVhen he his steps by land had vainely sought By fames report to sea and passed ore The Thracian straights and that loue-famed shore VVhere once faire Heroes wofull turret stood VVhere Helles traâ—oeâ—y new-nam'd the flood No arme of sea bounds with a streame so small Asia from Europe though Propontis fall Narrow into the â—uxine sea and from Purple Chalcedon part Byzantiâ—m Thence goes to see renown'â— Sigaean sands The streame of Simois and Rhaetaean lands Faâ—â—'d for the Graeâ—ian worthyeâ— tombe wherely Great ghosts so much in debt to Poetry Sack'd Troyes yet honour'd name he goes about To finde th' old wall of great Apollo out Now fruitlesse trees old oakes with putrify'd And rotten râ—otes the Trojan houâ—es hide And temples of their gods all Troy's orespred VVith bushes thiâ—ke hâ—r ruines ruined He seâ—s the bridall groue Anâ—hises lodg'd Hesiones rocke the caue where Paris iudg'd VVhere nimph Oenone play'd â—he place so fam'd For Ganimedes rape each stone is nam'd A little gliding streame which Xanthus was Vnknowne he past and in the lofty grasse Securely trode a Phrygian straight forbid Him â—râ—ade on Hectors dust with ruines hid The stone retain'd no sacred memory Respect you not great Hectors tombe quoth he Oh great and sacred worke of Poesy That freest from fate and giv'st eternity To mortall wights but Caesar envy not Their living names if Roman muses ought May promise thâ—e while Homer's honoured By future tâ—mes shall thou and I be read No age shall vs with darke oblivion staine But our Pharsalia ever shall remaine Then Caesar pleas'd with sight of these so prais'd Antiquities a greene turfe-alter rais'd And by the frankincense-fed fire prepar'd These orizons not vaine you gods that guard These Heroes dust and in Troyes ruines reigne Aeneas houshold gods that still mainteine In Alba and Lavinia your shrines Vpon whose altars fire yet Trojan shines Thou sacred temple clos'd Palladium That in the sight of man did'st never come The greatest heire of all Iulus race Here in your former seate implores your grace And pious incense on your altars layes Prosper my course and thankefull Rome shall raise Troyes walls againe your people I le restore And build a Roman Troy This said to shore He hasts takes shipping and to Corus lends His full-spread sailes with hast to make amends For these delayes and with a prosperous winde Leaues wealthy Asia and faire Rhodes behinde The VVestwinde blowing still the seaventh night Discovers Aegypts shore by Pharian light But ere they reach the harbour day appeares And dimmes the nightly fires when Caesar heares Strange tumults on the shore noises of men And doubtfull murmurings and fearing then To trust himselfe at land stâ—yes in his fleete VVhom straight Achillas launches forth to meete Bringing his Kings dire gift great Pompey's head VVith an Aegyptian mantle covered And thus his crime with impious words to grace Lord of the world greatest of Roman race And now secure which yet thou doest not know In Pompey's death my King doth heere bestow VVhat only wanted in Pharsalia's field And what thy wars and travells end will yeild VVe in thy absence finish'd civill war For Pompey heere desiring to repaire Thessalia's ruines by our sword lyes slaine By this great pledge Caesar we seeke to gaine Thy loue and in his blood our league to make Heere without bloodshed Aegypts kingdome take Take all Niles fertile regions and receiue VVhat ever thou for Pompey's head would'st giue Thinke him a freind worthy thine armes to haue To whom the fates such power ore Pompey gaue Nor thinke his merit cheape since brought to passe VVith easy slaughter his old freind he was And to his banish'd father did restore The crowne of Aegypt But why speake I more Finde thou a name for this great worke of his Or aske the world if villany it is The more thou ow'st to him that from thee tooke This act of villany Thus having spoke Straight he vncovers and presents the head VVhose scarse-knowne lookes pale death had altered Caesar at first his gift would not refuse Nor turne his eyes away but fixtly veiwes Till he perceiv'd 't was true and plainely saw 'T was safe to be a pious father in law Then shed forc'd teares and from a joyfull breast Drew sighs and grones as thinking teares would best Conceale his inward joy so quite orethrowes The tyrants merit and doth rather choose To weepe then ow to him for Pompey's head He that on slaughter'd Senators could tread And see the blood-stain'd fields of Thessaly Dry-ey'd to thee alone durst not deny The tribute of his eyes Strange turne of fate Weep'st thou for him whom thou with impious hate Caesar so long pursu'dst could not the loue Of Daughter Nephew not aliance mooue Think'st thou among those people that bewaile Great Pompey's death these teares can ought availe Perchance thou envy'st Ptolomeys dire fact And griev'st that any had the power to act This but thy selfe that the revenge of war Was lost and taken from the conquerer What cause so ever did thy sorrow mooue It was far distant from a pious loue Was this the cause that thy pursuite did draw Ore land and sea to saue thy sonne in law 'T was well sad fortune tooke the doome from thee And spar'd so far a Roman modesty As not to suffer thee false man to giue Pardon to him or pity him aliue Yet to deceiue the world and gaine beleife Thou add'st a language to thy fained greife Thy bloody present from our presence beare For worse from Caesar then slaine Pompey here Your wickednesse deserues the only meede Of civill warre to spare the conquered We loose by this and did not Ptolomey His sister hate I could with ease repay This gift of his and for so blacke a deede Returne his sister Cleopatras head Why wag'd he secret war or why durst he Thus thrust his sword into our worke did we By our Pharsalian victory afford Your King this power or license Aegypts sword I brook'd not Pompey to beare share with me In rule of Rome and shall I Ptolomey All nations joyned in our war in vaine If any other power on earth remaine But Caesar now if any land serue two VVe were determin'd from your shore to goe But fame forbid vs lest we should seeme more To feare then hate dire Aegypts bloody shore And doe not thinke you haue deceived me To vs was meant such hospitality And 't was our fortune in Thessaliaes war That frees this head VVith greater danger far Then could be feard we fought I fear'd the doome Of banishment the threats of wrathfull Rome And Pompey's force but had I fled I see My punishment had come from Ptolomey VVe spare his age and
Are done secure let him from court be gone That would be good vertue and soveraignety Doe not agree nothing but feare shall he That is asham'd a tyrant to be deem'd Let Pompey rue that he thy yeares contemn'd Thinking thou couldst not from thy shore driue backe A conquer'd man let not a stranger take Thy scepter if thou wouldst resigne thy reigne Th' hast neerer pledges giue the crowne againe To thy condemned sister le ts keepe free Our Aegypt from the Roman slavery Shall we that did not in the war adhere To Pompey now provoke the Conquerer Vagrant through all the world hopelesse of all He seekes with what lands ruine he may fall Haunted with civill war slaine ghosts he flyes Not only Caesar but the Senates eyes VVhose greater part feedes fowles in Thessaly He feares those nations whom he left to dy Mixt in one bloody field he feares those Kings VVhose haplesse states his fall to ruine brings Now guilty of the losse harbour'd by none To vs whom yet he has not overthrowne He seekes a greater cause ô Ptolomey Haue we to accuse Pompey why would he Our quiet land staine with the crime of war And make vs hated by the Conquerer VVhy does thy misery choose our land alone To bring Pharsalias fortune and thine owne Fear'd punishment into we beare a blame Already and our swords must purge the same In that because the Senate moov'd by thee Gaue vs a crowne we wisht thy victory This sword now drawne by fate we did provide To wound not Pompeys but the conquer'd side And rather could we wish for Caesar's head But whither all are carry'd we are led Mak'st thou a doubt of our necessity To kill thee now we may what strength haue we For thee to trust wretch'd man thou sawst our men Vnarm'd to plow soft mould scarse able when Nile ebb'd Our kingdomes strength t is fit that we Try and confesse canst thou ô Ptolomey Raise Pompey's ruine vnder which great Rome It selfe is fall'n so low or dar'st thou come To stir the ashes of Pharsalia And such a war vpon thy kingdome draw We to no side before the battell clest Shall we now cleaue to Pompey's which is left By the whole world provoking the knowne fates And feared strength of Caesar wretched states Aide they that did their prosperous times attend No faith ere chose a miserable friend The mischiefe pleas'd them all the young king proud Of this strange honour that his men allow'd Him to command so wonderfull a thing Chose out Achâ—llas for the managing Where the false land in Casian sands does ly Stretch'd out and fords witnesse the Syrtes nigh Weapons and parteners of his murdrous guile He puts in a small boate Oh gods durst Nile Durst barbarous Memphis and th'effoeminate men Of soft Canopus harbour such a spleene Has civill war deprest the world so low Or are the Roman fates dejected so Are Pharian swords admitted and a roome For Aegypt left into this war to come In this at least ye civill wars be true Bring well knowne hands keepe forreine beasts from you If Pompey's far-fam'd name deserue to be The crime of Caesar Feares not Ptolomey The ruine of that name or when the sky Thunders dar'st thou effoeminate Ptolomey Insert thy profane hands to terrify Thee King a Romans name enough should be Without that worth that did the world controll Rode thrice in triumph to the capitoll That govern'd Kings that led the Senates war And sonne in law was to the Conquerer VVhy with thy sword our bowells doest thou wound Thou doest not know proud boy vpon what ground Thy fortunes stand thou now canst claime no right To Aegypts scepter for in civill fight He 's fall'n that Aegypts crowne on thee bestow'd Now Pompey's ship tooke downe her sailes and â—ow'd Toward the shore The wicked band drew b neere In a small two-oar'd boate with fained cheere Tell him the Kingdome at his service stands And fâ—ining that the shore for shelues and sands Could not approached be by ships so great Into their little boate they doe entreat He would descend If by the fates decree And everlasting lawes of destiny Pompey condemned to that wretched end Had not bin forc'd to shore c none of his friends VVanted resages of the dire event For had their faith beene pure if they had meant Their Scepter giver truely t' entertaine In Court th Aegyptian King with all his traine And fleete had come Pompey to fate giues way And bid to leaue his navy does obay Preferring d death before base feare Into The enemyes boates Cornelia faine would go Now more impatient to be separate From her deare Lord because she feares his fate Stay wife and sonne and far from shore quoth he Behold my fortune and in this necke try The tyrants faith but deafe to his commands Franticke Cornelia wrings her wofull hands VVhither without me goest thou cruell man Remoov'd from Thessaly must I againe Be left still fatall haue our parting 's bin In flight thou needed'st not to haue touch'd in At Lesbos but there still haue let me be If thou entend I nere shall land with thee Only at sea thy sad companion Thus all in vaine Cornelia making mone Vpon the ships foredecke stood looking ore So full of griefe and feare she could not more Looke after him nor turne her eyes away Doubtfull of his successe the fleete did stay Not fearing swords nor force nor treachery But lest great Pompey shouâ—d submissiuely Adore that scepter that himselfe bestow'd Septimius then a Roman souldier bow'd Saluting Pompey from th' Aegyptian boate VVho oh Heavens shame leaving his pile had got A Barbarous partizan one of the guard To Aegypts King fierce vnrelenting hard Bloody as any beast VVho would not then Haue thought that fortune meant to favour men VVhen she had kept this impious sword so far From Thessaly and stay'd from civill war This hand but she dispos'd the swords alas That civill mischeife might in every place Be done A tale the Conquerors to shame It was the gods eternall blush and blame A Roman sword should by a King be led And the Aegyptian boy reach Pompey's head VVith his owne sword VVhat fame shall future time Giue thee Septimius or how stile thy crime That Brutus act as parricidall blame And now the ending hower of Pompey came Putting himselfe into the monsters e hands He went aboard their boate the murdrous bands Straight draw great Pompey seeing their drawn swords Covers his face disdaining to spend words Or lookes on such a fate and shut his eyes Containing his great spirit lest words might rise Or teares his everlasting fame to taint But when Achillas murdring weapons point Had peirc'd his side scorning the villaines pride No groanes he gaue great like himselfe he dy'd With vnstirr'd breast and thus in secret spake All times that mention of Romes labours make And future ages through the world will see This fact and Aegypts base disloyalty Maintaine thine
honour now the fates to thee Through the whole life gaue long prosperity And the world knowes not vnlesse now they see How Pompey's spirit could beaâ—e adversity Blush not that such base hands thy death afford But thinke who ever strike 't is Caesars sword Though they these limbs all torne and scatter'd leaue Yet am I happy god no god can reaue My happinesse my fortunes and my breath Expire at once nor wretched is my death Cornelia and my son this slaughter see So much more patient let my sorrow be The more Cornelia and my son approoue My dying constancy the more they 'll loue So well could he his dying spirits guide Such strength of minde had Pompey when he dy'd But poore Cornelia that had rather dy Then see that sight with shreekings fills the sky T was wicked I deare Lord that murdred thee For whilst at Lesbos thou turnd'st in to me Caesar had enter'd Aegypts shore for who But he had power that horrid act to doe What ere thou art sent from the gods to kill Pleasing thine owne revenge or Caesars will Thou know'st not wretch where Pompey's bowels be Thou strik'st with fury there where conquer'd he Desires thy stroke now let him suffer more Then his owne death and see my head before I am not guiltlesse from the crime of war The only wife following my Lord so far Fearelesse of campes or seas and conquer'd too I tooke him in which Monarchs durst not doe Did I for this husband deserue to be Left safe aboord false Lord why spar'st thou me Or thought'st thou life thou dying fit for me I le finde a death though not from Ptolomey Oh sailors let me leape downe from the decke Or with these twisted shrowdes to breake my necke Or let some worthy friend of Pompey's now Heere sheath his weapon and for Pompey doe An act that hâ—e'll impute to Caesars hate Why doe you hinder my desired fate Husband thou liv'st Cornelia has not power Yet of her selfe they hinder my deaths houre And there she sounds to be the Conquerours pray The fearefull fleete hoist sailes and post away But when great Pompey fell that sacred face And honour'd visage kept his former grace Though angry with the gods deaths vtmost hate Chang'd not his visage and majesticke state As they confesse that his rent necke did see For sterne Seâ—timius in that cruelty Findes out an act more cruell to vncover His face he cuts the cloth that was cast over Invading halfe-dead Pompey's breathing face His dying necke acrosse the bords he layes Then cuâ—s the nerves and I veines the twisted bones He breakes the art to whip off heads at once VVas not yet found But when the head was torne Off â—rom the trunke 't was by Achillas borne Dâ—generate Roman base Septimius Vs'd in an vnder office couldst thou thus Basely cut off great Pompey's sacred head To be oh shame by another carryed Young Ptolomey to know great Pompey's face Those haires that kings haue honour'd whose curl'd grace Adorn'd his noble front stroakes with his hands Fixt on a pole the head of Pompey standes VVhilst yet his lips with throbbing murmurs shooke His eyes vnclos'd and liuely was his looke That head that still determin'd war and peace That rul'd the Senate lawes and suffrages Romes fortune in that face tooke greatest pride Nor was the wicked tyrant satisfy'd With sight but for memoriall of the fact Dire arts the heads corruption must extract The braine is taken out dry'd is the skin The noisome moisture purged from within Medicines make solid and preserue the face Degenerate issue last of Lagus race Whom thy incestuous sister shall depose VVhen sacred vaults the Macedon enclose When dust of Kings in sumptuous buildings lyes And the ignoble race of Ptolomey's In Pyramids and rich Mausolean graues Vnjustly rest must Pompey by the waues And headlesse trunke against the shore be swept VVas it too great a trouble to haue kept The carcasse whole for Caesar this sad date Did fortune giue to Pompey's prosperous state By such a death as this to pull him downe From such an height heaping all plagues in one Sad day which he so many yeares had bin Free from nor yet had Pompey ever seene Ioy mixt with woe no god his prosperous state Did ere disturbe none helpt his wretched fate But once for all with a differring hand Did fortune pay him torne vpon the sand Salt water playing in his wounds the mocke Of seas he lyes and beat ' gainst every rocke No figure left of him t is note enough To know great Pompey that his head is off But fates ere Caesar on that shore arriue A suddaine funerall to Pompey giue Lest he in none or in a better tombe Should ly To th' shore did fearefull Codrus come Out of his lurking hole that was before Great Pompey's quaestors and from Cyprus shore Had follow'd him he by the shades of night Durst goe true loue had vanquisht terrour quite To find his slaughter'd Lord along the sand And through the waues to bring the trunke to land Faint light through dusky clouds sad Cynthia gaue But different colour'd from the foamy waue The trunke appeard which Codrus catching straight When the waues ebb'd but tired with the weight Expects their flow to helpe him and so bore The trunke to land and plac'd it on the shore Then falling downe bathing the wounds in teares Thus to the gods he speakes and clouded stars Fortune no costly pile with odours fill'd Thy Pompey craues nor that his hearse may yeild Precious Arabian fumes to fill the ayre Nor that the pious Roman neekes should beare Their countreys father forth nor to adorne A funerall pompe old tryumphs should be borne No funerall songs nor that his troopes the while March a dead march about their generalls pyle Great Pompey but a base Plebejan Beere That his torne limbs may carry to dry fire Let him not want wood and a burner though But meane and let it be ô gods enough That with loose haire Cornelia does not stand To take her last embrace and then command To fire the pile from this last funerall rite She is away yet hardly out of sight This said far off a little fire he kenn'd Burne a neglected herse watch'd by no friend Thither he goes and taking thence a part Of fire and halfe-burn'd stickes who ere thou art Neglected ghost deare to no friend quoth he But happier then great Pompey pardon me If any knowledge after death remaines That by a strangers hand thy hearse susteines This wrong I know thou yeild'st and castendure For Pompey's sake this losse of sepulture And art asham'd of funerall rites whilest he Lyes an vnburyed ghost Then speedily With his armes full of fire poore Codrus ran To find the trunke which to the shore againe The waues had beat then off the sand he wipes And gathering vp the ribs of broken ships He layes them in a ditch on no hew'n trees Or well built pyle the
â—nâ—ique venis Discursusque animae diversa in membra meantis Interceptus aquis nullius vita perempti Est tanta dimissa via But others say he did not repeat these Verses but those in the ninth Booke Sanguis erant lachrymae quaecunque foramina novit Humor ab his largus manat cruor ora redundant Et patulae nares sudor rubet omnia plenis Membra fluunt venis totum est pro vulnere corpus These were his last words Hee dyed the day before the Calends of May in the seven and twentyeth yeare of his age Nerva Syllanus and Vestinius Atticus being Consuls He was buryed at Rome in his owne most faire and sumpteous Gardens To my chosen Friend The learned Translator of LVAN THOMAS MAY Esquire WHen Rome I reade thee in thy mighty paire And see both climing vp the slippery staire Of Fortunes wheele by Lucan driv'n about And the world in it I begin to doubt At every line some pin thereof should slacke At least if not the generall Engine craâ—ke But when againe I vtew the parts so peiz'd And those in number so and measure rais'd As neither Pompey's popularity Caesar's ambitions Cato's liberty Calme Brutus tenor start but all along Keepe due proportion in the ample song It makes me ravish'd with iust wonder cry What Muse or rather God of harmony Tâ—ught Lucan these true moodes replyes my sence What gods but those of arts and eloquece Phoebus and Hermes They whose tongue or pen Are still th' interpreters twixt gods and men But who hath them interpreted and brought Lucans whole frame vnto vs and so wrought As not the smallest ioynt or gentlest word In the great masse or machine there is stirr'd The selfe same Genius so the worke will say The Sunne translated or the Sonne of May. Your true friend to Iudgement and Choise BEN. IONSON Vpon this vnaequall'd worke and the Author ROme had beene still my wonder I had knowne Lucan in no expression but his owne And had as yet coniectur'd it a wrong To haue prais'd Caesar in another tongue To bring foorth One that could but vnderstand I thought a pride too great for any Land Yea for Romes selfe Who would be posde to tell How great she was when she could write so well Tell truth was neerer brought by thee till I Found Lucan Languag'd like my infancy Till Rome was met in England in that State That was at once her greatnesse and her fate So all to vs discover'd that naught 's hid Which either she could speake or Caesar did Beyond which nothing can be done by thee Though thou hadst more of Lucan then we see Reveal'd in this wherein there is so much Of myracle that I durst doubt him such As thou hast rendred him But that I know T is crosse to be thy friend and Lucans foe Whom thou hast made so much thy selfe that we May almost striue about his Pedigree Since Rome hath nothing left to prooue him hert But the foule instance of his Murtherers So neatly hast thou rob'd her of his name That she can onely reskew't with a shame Which may she doe whilst Nations reckon thee Lucan in all except Romes infancy I. VAVGHAN LVCANS Pharsalia The first Booke The Argument of the first Booke The fatall causes of this warre are showne Enraged Caesar passes Rubicon Invades Arim'num where to him from Rome Curio and both the banish'd Tribunes come With new incitements to these civill Warres Caesar's Oration to his Souldiers Bold Laelius protestation which by all The rest confirmed makes the Generall Draw out from every part of France at once His now dispers'd and wintring Legions Rome's feare great Pompey with the Senate flyes Heaven ayre and earth are fill'd with prodigies The Prophets thence and learned Augures show The wrath of Heaven and Romes ensuing woe WArres more then civill on Aemathian plaines We sing rage licens'd where great Rome disdaines In her owne bowels her victorie us swords Where kindred hoasts encounter all accords Of Empire broke where arm'd to impious warre The strength of all the shaken world from farre Is met knowne Ensignes Ensignes doe defie Piles a against Piles ' gainst Eagles Eagles fly What fury Countreymen what madnesse cou'd Moove you to feast your foâ—s with Roman blood And choose such warres as could no triumphs yeeld Whilst yet proud Babylon vn or quer'd held The boasting trophaes of a Roman hoast And vnrevenged wander'd Crassus b Ghost Alas what Seas what Lands might you haue tane With that bloods losse which ciuill haÌ„ds haue drawne Yours had been Titans rising yours his sett The Kingdomes scorched in Meridian heate And those where winter which no spring can ease With lasting cold doth glaze the Sâ—ythian seas The Seres yours the wilde Araxis too And those that see Niles spring if any doe Then ' gainst thy selfe if warre so wicked Rome Thou loue when all the world is overcome Turne backe thy hand thou didst not want a Foe But now that walles of halfe fall'n houses so Hang in Italian Townes vast stones we see Of ruin'd walles whole houses empty be And ancient Townes are not inhabited That vntill'd Italy's with weedes orespread And the neglected Plowes want labouring hands Not thou fierce Pyrrhus nor the Punicke Bands This waste haue made no sword could reach so farre Deepe pierce the wounds receiu'd in ciuill warre But if no other way to Neroes raigne The â—ates could finde if gods their Crownes obtaine At such deare rates and Heaven could not obey Her Ioue but after the sterne Giants fray Now we complaine not gods mischiefe and warre Pleasing to vs since so rewarded are Let dire Pharsalia grone with armed Hoasts And glut with blood the Carthaginian Ghosts With these let Munda's c fatall Battle goe Mutina's d Siedge Perusias e famine too To these add Actiums f bloody Navall fight And neere Sicilia g Sextus slavish Fleete Yet much owes Rome to civill â—nmity For making thee our Prince when thou the sky Though late shalt clime chaÌ„gethine earthly reigne Heaven as much grac'd with ioy shall entertaine And welcome thee whether thou wouldst put on Ioues Crowne or ride in Phoebus burning Throne Earth will not feare the change theÌ„ce maist thou shine Downe on thy World to thee all power divine Will yeild and Nature to thy choise will give What god to be or where in Heaven to liue But neere the Northern Beaâ—e oh doe not reigne Nor crosse the point of the Meridian From whence obliquely thou shouldst Rome behold If all thy weight one part of Heaven should hold The Honour'd loade would bowe heavens Axletree Hold thou the middle of the poysed Sky Let all the ayre betweene transparent be And no darke Cloud twixt vs and Caesar fly Then let Mankinde forget all warre and strife And every Nation loue a peacefull life Let peace through all the world in this blest state Once more shut warre like Ianus Iron gate Oh be my god If thou this breast inspire
rugged passages which if the enemy should first enter they might with ease keepe him backe and carâ—y the warre into Celtiberia and those farre countreyes he commanded his horsemen with speede to prevent them and himselfe marching through devious and rough wayes arrived first at those places and encamped himselfe betweene Afranius and the river Iberus which Afranius was marching to the two campes were here fortified so neare to each other that the Souldiers distinctly knew each others faces and talked with their kindred and ancient acquaintance f In this appeared a strange clemency of Caesar that after hee had heard the cruelty of Petrejus towards his Souldiers how taking them from their friends company that had vpon promise secured them hee caused them to be murdered as the Poet relates plainely Caesar notwithstanding seeking out Petrejus his souldiers in his campe spared their liues all and suffered as many of them as would to depart but many Tribunes Centurions and others would not retune but stayed and served after vnder Caesar g It was a policy had often beene vsed by barbarous enemies against the pursuing armies of the Romans to poison all their river it was done by Ingurtha King of Numidia Mithradates King of Pontus and Iuba King of Mauritansa h These two Generalls Afranius and Petrejus though they were here pardoned by Caesar vpon promise to serue no more against him did notwithstaÌ„ding afterwards in the Affrican war follow Scipio against Caesar where they were againe overthrowne Afranius was taken prisoner and by Caesar's command and was slaine Petrejus despairing of pardon as is afterwards showne slew himselfe vpon King Iuba's sword i Fortune yet presumed to doe somewhat against Caesar in his absence aboue about Illyrium for Dolabella and Antonius commanded by Caesar to possesse the Strenghts of the Adriaticke sea eâ—camped one on the Illyrian the other on the Corcyraan share Pompey farre and neere was master of the seas whose Lieutenant Octavius and Libo with great strength of shipping besiedged Antonius and by famine forced him to yeild Basilus from the other shore sent ships to ayde Antonius which were caught by the Pompeyans in a strange snare casting ropes crosse the sea vnder water not to be spi'd Two of the ships escaped and got over the ropes the third which carryed the men of Opitergium was ensnared and held fast The Opitâ—rgians in that place left an example memorable to all posterity for being scarse a thousand men they endured from morning to night the assaults of a great Army round about them and at last when valour could not possible release them rather then yeild themselues into the enemyes hands by the exhortation of their captaine Vultejus all kill'd themselues k In Affrica also the side of Caesar enduring the like calamity shewed the like valour Curio sent by Caesar to winne Libyae having vanquished and put to flight Varus was enclosed on the suddaine by the vnexpected horsemen and army of Iuba King of Mauritania Curio might haue fled when he saw the day lost but much ashamed and scorning to returne to Caesar after the losse of his legions he dyed with all his men LVCANS Pharsalia The First Booke The Argument Romes flying Senate met at Epire chose Great Pompey generall faint Appius goes To Delphos Oracle to seeke advise Which his owne death obscurely signifies Caesar return'd from Spaine with victory Quiets his Souldiers dangerous mutiny Dictator then and Consull both at Rome He makes himselfe sailes from Brundusium To Greece but vex'd with Anthony's delayes In a small boate himselfe alone assayes By night the stormy sea and crosses ore His legions all met on the Graecian shore Addresse themselues for triall of the day Pompey to Lesbos sends his wife away THus fortune kept mixing her good with ill The two a war-wounded generalls aequall still For Macedonia when with Winter's snow The Pleiades did Oemus top bestrow And when the times new-naming day drew neare Old Ianus feast beginner of the yeare Then both the Consuls at the vtmost date Of their expiring honour convocate To Epire the fled fathers where a plaine And forraine seat Rome's Nobles did containe A borrowed court in forraine land heard all The secrets of the State For who can call That place a campe where all Romes Fasces were And axes borne The reverend order there Taught all the people 't was not Pompey's side But Pompey there a member did abide Silence possessing the sad Senate than From an high seat thus Lentulus began If you retaine a strength of minde as good As Roman spirits and your ancient blood Befitts then thinke not in what land you are As banisht from surprised Rome how farre But know the face of your owne company Fathers that governe all this first decree Which yet all kingdomes and all people know We are the Senate For if fortune now Should carry vs vnder the frozen waine Of Vrsa maâ—or or where daies remaine Aequall in length with nights the torrid zone Thither the Empire and dominion Would follow vs When Rome by Gaules was fir'd And that to Vey Camillus was retir'd There then was Rome this order never lost Their right by changing place Caesar can boast Only of mourning walls possession And judgement seates by sad vacation Shut vp and silenc'd empty mansions That court those fathers onely sees whom once When full it banisht of that ranke who ere Is not a banisht man is sitting here We that long peacefull free from guilt haue stood At wars first fury were dispers'd abroad Now to his place each part returnes againe And for the losse of Italy and Spaine The gods the strength of all the world bestow Th'Illyrian Sea has overwhelm'd one foe And Libyan fields does slaughtred Curio No little part of Caesars Senate strow Advance your Eagles follow fate and grant The gods your hope doe not that courage want In this good fortune which when first you fled Your cause stirr'd vp The yeere has finished Our power you fathers whose authorityes No time shall end for th'publike good advise Command great Pompey to be generall His name with joyfull cryes the Senate all Receiue imposing vpon Pompey straight His countrey's and his owne most wretched fate Then faithfull Kings and Nations had their praise Phaebus sea-powerfull Rhodes rewarded was And Spartans rough prais'de were th' Athenians b Phocis made free with her Massylians Faithfull c Deiotarus young Sadalis The valiant d Cotys and e Rhasipolis Of Macedon were prais'd Iuba to thee The Senate giues all Libya by decree And oh sad fare ignoble Ptolemy Worthy of treacherous subjects vnto thee The crime of all the gods and fortunes shame Is granted the Pellaean diadem A tirants sword over thy nation Thou tak'st proud boy would 't were ore them alone Ore f Pompey's throate it is thy sisters crowne Thou tak'st and Caesars impious action The Senate now broke vp the troopes all take Their armes the people and the captaines make For warres vncertaine preparation But g
passage free from fight But rather force the trenches and breake downe The forts and passe where ruine leades him on Through swords and slaughter to enforce his way The part of the neere trench most fitly lay Minutius castle call'd trees thickly set Making a groue obscure ore shadow'd it Hither his Cohorts by no dust betray'd He led and suddenly the walls assay'd So many Roman Eagles glister round The field at once so many trumpets sound That now to swords the victory nought owes Feare had discomfited th' astonisht foes Yet wherein valour only could be show'd That ground where first they stood they dying strow'd But the Pompeyans now want foes to slay Whole showers of Pilâ—s in vaine are throwne away Then fire rowâ—'d vp in pitchy stuffe they throw Vpon the workes the shaken turrets bow Threatning a fall the battred bulwarks grone Beat by the rammes impetous fury downe And ore the trenches Pompeys Eagles fly To vindicate the Roman liberty That place which not a thousand companyes Nor all the strength of Caesar could surprise One man alone guards from the Conquerers Denying Pompey's conquest whilest he weares A sword and liues His name was Scaeva once A common souldier of those legions That serv'd in Gallia then Centurion By blood promoted to all mischiefe prone And one that knew not in a civill war How great a crime the souldiers valours are He when he saw his fellowes leaving fight And seeking out safe places for their flight Whither quoth he base slaues and beasts does feare Vnknowne to all that armes for Caesar beare Driue you can you retire without one wound Or are you not asham'd not to be found Among the heape of men though faith were gone Anger me thinkes should make you fight alone We are the men of all through whom the foe Has chose to breake let this day bloody goe On Pompey's side I should farre happyer dy In Caesars sight but since the fates deny Him for a witnesse Pompey shall commend My death your breasts and throates vndaunted bend Against their steele and turne their weapons backe The dust far off is seene this ruines crackâ— Has by this time enter'd our generalls cares We conquer fellowes Caesar straight appeares To challenge though we dye this fort his voice More then th' alarums first inciting noise Their fury stirr'd then wondring at the man And eager to behold the souldiers ran To see if valour disadvantag'd so Surpris'd by place and number could bestow Ought more then death He making good alone The falling worke first throwes dead bodyes downe From the full tower to overwhelme the foes The posts the wals slaughter it selfe bestowes Weapons on him threatning himselfe to fall Downe on their heads and thrusts off from the wall The breasts of scaling foes with poles and stakes And with his sword cuts off his hand that takes Hold on the bulwarkes top and with vast stones Pashes their heads in peices breakes their bones And dashes out their weakely-fenced braines Downe on anothers haire and face he raines Pitch fir'd the fire whizzes in burning eyes But when the pil'd vp carcasses gan rise To aequall the walls height as nimbly then Into the midst of Pompey's armed men Scaeva leapes downe from thence as Libbards fierce Breake thorough the besetting huntsmens speares Then Scaeva wedg'd in round and by th' whole war Enclos'd yet where he striks is Conquerer His swords point dull with blood congealed growes And blunt nor does it peirce but bruise his foes His sword has lost the vse and without wound It breakes mens limmes The foes encircling round At him direct their weapons all and all Their hands aime right and javelins rightly fall There fortune a strange match beholds one man ' Gainst a whole war His strong sheild founded than VVith often strokes his broken helmet beat Downe to his Temples wrings with paine and heat And nothing else protects his vitall parts But th' outside of his flesh stucke full of darts VVhy with light darts and arrowes doe you striue Vaine fooles such wounds as cannot kill to giue Let the Phalaricke strong her wilde fire throw Or massy walls of stone gainst such a foe Let battring Rammes and wars vast engines all Remooue him thence he stands for Caesar's wall ' Gainst Pompey's course His breast no armes now hide Scorning to vse a sheild lest his left side Should want a wound and he be forc'd to liue By his owne fault what wounds the war can giue He takes alone and bearing a thicke wood Of darts vpon his breast now wearyed stood Choosing what foe to fall on so at sea Doe whales and monstrous beasts of Libya So a Getulian Elephant clos'd in By hunters round all shafts from his thicke skin Beates backe and breakes or mooving it shakes off The sticking darts his bowells safe enough And through those wounds no blood he looses so So many shafts and darts cannot bestow One death At last a Cretan bow let flye A sure Gortyan shaft in the left eye Of Scaua stucke the shaft be voide of feares The ligaments and opticke sinnewes teares That th' arrowes forked iron head did stay And kick'd the shaft with his owne eye away So if a Libyan looped javelin peirce The side of a Pannonian beare more fierce Growne by her wound she wheeles her selfe about Eager to catch the dart and pull it out Which still turnes with her Scaeua's lookes now bore No fiercenesse all his face deform'd with gore A shout that reach'd the sky the Conquerers raise So little blood though drawne from Caesars face Could not haue joy'd them more But Scaeua now In his great heart suppressing this deepe woe With a milde looke that did no valour show Hold Countrey-men quoth he forbeare me now VVounds further not my death nor now neede I Moe weapons in but these pull'd out to dye Into the campe of Pompey carry me Doo 't for your generalls sake let Scaeua be Rather th' example now of Caesar left Then of a noble death Aulus be left These fained words of his vnhappily And did not the swords point against him see But as to seize him and his armes he ventures His throate the lightning sword of Scaeua enters His valour then by this one death renew'd VVax'd hot who ere dares thinke Scaeua subdu'd Thus let him rue quoth he if from this steele Pompey seeke peace let him to Caesar kneele Thought you me like your selues fearefull and base You loue not Pompey and the Senates cause As I loue death VVith that the dust rais'd high Gaue them all notice Caesars troopes were nigh And from wars shame did the Pompeyans free Lest a whole troope should haue bin thought to flee From Scaeua only VVhen the fight was done He fell and dy'd for fight when blood was gone Lent strength His friends taking him as he fallâ— Vpon their shoulders to his funeralls Are proud to beare him and that breast adore As if some sacred deity it bore Or
valours glorious image there did liue Then all from his transfixed members striue To plucke the Piles and therewithall they drest The gods themselues on Mars his naked breast Scaeua they put thy armes How great endeede Had bin thine honour if those men that fled Had bin the warlike Celtiberians Germans long arm'd or short Cantabrians No triumphs now no spoiles of this sad war Can decke the temple of the thunderer VVith how great valour wretch hast thou procur'd A lord nor did great Pompey lye immur'd And quiet from attempting fight againe At this repulse no more then th' Ocean Is tir'd when lifted by strong Easterne blast ' Gainst the repelling rockes and eates at last The rockes hard side making though late a way Assaultâ—ng then f the fort that neerest lay To th' sea he takes it by a double war And spreads his men over the fields afar Pleas'd with this liberty of changing ground So when full Padus swells aboue the bound Of his safe bankes and the neere fields oreflowes If any land not able to oppose That hill of water yeild that it oreruns Opening t' it selfe vnknowne dominions Some owners must of force their lands foregoe Some gaine new lands as Padus will bestow Caesar at first not knowing it by light From a towres top had notice from the fight The dust now la'id he sees his walls beat downe But when he found it past and the foe gone This rest his fury stirr'd enraged deepe That Pompey safe on Caesar's losse should sleepe Resolving though to his owne losse to goe On and disturbe the quiet of his foe First he assaults Torquatuâ— who descryes As soone his comming as the sayler spyes Th' approach of a Circaean storme and takes Downe all his sailes when once the maine mast shakes His men within the inner wall doth bring To stand more firmely in a narrow ring Ore the g first trenches workes Caesar was gone VVhen Pompey from the hills aboue sent downe All his whole troopes vpon th' enclosed foe Th' inhabitants neere Aetna feare not so Enceladus when the fierce Southwind blowes And Aetna from her fiery cavernes throwes Her scalding entrailes forth as Caesar's men By the rais'd dust orecome ere they begin To fight and in the cloud of this blind feare Flying they meete their foes terrour does beare Them to their fate Then might haue beene let out The civill wars whole blood and peace beene brought Pompey himselfe their furious swords restrâ—in'd Oh happy Rome still free hadst thou remain'd With all thy lawes and power if there for thee Sylla had conquer'd t is and still shall be Caesar our griefe thy worst of wicked deeds To fight with a good sonne in law succeedes Oh lucklesse fates for Munda's bloody day Spaine had not wept Affâ—icke for Vtica Nor had Nile borne her streame discolouring A carcasse h nobler then th' Aegyptian King Nor Iuba i nak'd on Libyan sands had dy'd Nor had the blood of Scipio pacify'dâ— Carthage dire ghosts nor mens society Had lost good Cato That day Rome to thee Had beene the last of ills Pharsalias day In midst of fate had vanished away Caesar this ill-possessed place forsakes And with his mangled k troopes t'Aemathia makes Pompey pursues his flying father in law Whom from that purpose his friends striue to draw Perswading him to turne to Italy Now free from enemies Never quoth he VVill I like Caesar to my countrey come Nor never more vnlesse with peace shall Rome See my returne In Italy I could Haue stay'd at the beginning if I would Before Romes temples this sad war haue brought And in the midst o' th market place haue fought To draw the war from home to ' th'torrid zone Or Scythiaes farthest cold I would be gone Shall I a conquerer now rob Rome of rest VVho fled lest she should be with war opprest Let Caesar thinke Rome his rather then she Should suffer from this war Then Easterly He turnes his course paths devious marching over VVhere regions vast Candavia does discover And to Thessalia comes which fate for this Sad war ordaind Thessalia bounded is By the â—â—ill Ossa on the Northeast side Pelion when Summer's in her height of pride His shade opposes ' gainst Sols rising rayes The woody Othrys Southward keepes away The scorchiâ—g Lions heate Pindus his hight Keepes off the VVesterne windes and hastens night By hiding the Suns set those men neere feele That in the bottome of Olimpus dwell The Northwindes rage nor all night long can see The shining of the Beare The fields that lye A vale betwixt those hills were heretofore A standing poole with water cover'd ore The fields kept in the rivers Tempe then Had no vent to the sea to fill the fen VVas all the rivers course But when of yore Alcides Ossa from Olimpus tore And Peneus suddainely the sea did fill Sea-borne Achilles kingdome that had still Beene better vnder water first was showne And Phylace that landed first vpon The Trojan shore her ship and Dorion For the nine Muses anger woe-begone Pâ—eleos and Trachis Meâ—â—baa proud Of great Alcides shafts on her bestow'd Rase hire for Oeta's fire and where men now Over the once renowned Argos plow Larissa potent once and where old tales Describe the Echionian Theban walls Thither Agaue banisht there the head And neckâ— of her dead Pentheus buryed Griev'd she had torne no moe limbes from her son The fens thus broke in many rivers run On the VVest side into th'lonian sea Cleaâ—e but small Aeas run as small as he Runs the Egyptian Isis fathers flood And Acheloiis whose thicke streame with mud Soiles the Echinades Euenus ore Meleagers Calydon stain'd with the gore Of Nessus runs Sperchios swiftly slides Into th'Maliacke sea whose channell glides Purely along Amphrysus pasture fields VVhere Phoebus serv'd Anauros that nere yeilds Nor fog nor wind nor exhalation And what ere river by it selfe not knowne To th' sea his waues on Peneus bestowes Apidanos in a swift torrent flowes Enipeus never swift vnlesse combin'd Melas and Phaenix with Asopus join'd Alone his streame pure Titaresus keepes Though in a different named flood he creepes And vsing Peneus as his ground he flowes Aboue from Styx they say this river rose VVho mindfull of his spring scornes with base floods To mixe but keepes the reverence of the gods VVhen first these rivers gone the fields appear'd Fat surrowes the Boebician plowshares reard Th'Aeolian husbandmen then breake the ground The Leleges and Dolopes then wound Her fertile breast the skill'd Magnetians In horesemanship the sea fam'd Minyans In Pelethronian dens t'â—xion there A fruitfull cloud did th'halfe-wilde Centaures beare Thee Monichus that couldst on Pholoe Breake hardest rockes and furious Rhacus thee That vp by th'rootes could strong wilde ashes teare On Octa's mount which Boreas blasts would beare Pholâ—â— that didst Alcâ—des entertaine Ravishing Nessus on the river slaine By venom'd shafts and thee old Chiron made A constellation now who seem'st t' invade The Scorpion
wife and son Sextus Pompejus he repeated these two Iambike verses of Sophocles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 These were the last words hee spake to his friends and so entred into the boate where Achillas was e When Pompey was now farre from his ship and perceived no courteous entertainement in the boate hee looked vpon Septimius and thus spake Haue not I knowne thee heretofore my fellow souldier Septimius disdaining to answere him at all only nodded his head to him and when Pompey was rising out of the boate Septimius first run him through with his sword LVCANS Pharsalia The Ninth Booke The Argument Pompey's departed spirit to heaven ascends His wife and sons lament Cato commends His worthy life checks the Cilicians And marching are the scorched Libyan sands To Iuba's Kingdome with strong patience Endures the heat the Southwinds violence And killing serpents venome Caesar sees Renowned Troys defac'd antiquities To Aegypt comes and with dissembling breath Complaines and weepes for noble Pompey's death IN Pharian coales his ghost could not remaine Nor those few ashes his great spirit containe Out from the graue he issues and forsakes Th' vnworthy fire and halfe burnt limbs and takes Vp to the convexe of the sky his flight Where with blacke ayre the starry poles doe meete The space betwixt the regions of the moone And earth halfe-deify'd soules possesse alone Whom fiery worth in guiltlesse liues has taught To brooke the lower part of heaven and brought Them to th'aeternall sphaeres which not they hold That are with incense bury'd tomb'd in gold There filled with true light with wondring eyes The wandring planets and first stars he sees He sees our day involv'd in midst of night And laughes at his torne trunkes ridiculous plight Then ore the Aemathian fields his scatter'd fleete And bloody Caesars troopes he tooke his flight And with revenge for these dire facts possest Catoâ—s bold hart and brutus noble breast Cato while chance was a doubtfull and at stake Whom civill war Lord of the world would make Then hated Pompey though with Pompey he Led by the Senate and Romes Auspicy Had fought but when Pharsaliaes field was try'd He altogether favour'd Pompey's side His countrey wanting a protector then He tooke and chear'd the trembling hearts of men And â—utting swords in fearefull hands againe Made civill war neither for hope of reigne Nor feare of bondage nought at all in war For his owne sake did he his forces are Since Pompey's death alone for liberty VVhich lest the speed of Caesars victory Should seaze vpon being dispersed ore The coast he sailes vnto Corcyra's b shore And in a thousand ships carryes away The conquer'd remnant of Pharsalia Who would haue thouâ—ht so great a fleete had held All flying men that conquer'd ships had fill'd The straitned seas from thence they saile away To ghost-fill'd Taenarus and long Males Thence to Cytherus Boreas blowing faire Crete flyes and getting a good sea they cleare The Cretan coast Phycus that durst deny Their men to land they sacke deservedly And thence along the deepe while faire winds blow Vnto thy shore oh Palinurus goe For not alone doth our Italian sea Keepe monuments of thee but Libya Can witnesse well calme harbours once did please Thy Phrygian master when vpon the seas Descrying shâ—pâ— afar they gan to feare Whether the men their foes or partners were Caesars knowne speed gaue them just cause to feare And still suspect his comming every where But those sad ships brought greife and woes and crys Able to draw soft teares from Catoes eyes For after that Cornelia all in vaine â—est Pompey's tâ—unke beat from the shore againe Should floate at sea by prayers had striv'd to draw From flight the sailers and her son in law When from the shore that little fire descry'd His most vâ—worthy funerall she cry'd Seem'd I not worthy then fortune to thee To light my husbands funerall fire and ly Stretch'd out on his cold limbs burne his torne haires And gathering his sea-scatterd limbs with teares To bath each wound with bones and ashes hot To fiâ—l my lap and in the temples put The sad remainder of his funerall That fir's no honour to his hearse at all Besides perhaps some hands of Aegypt now This loathed office to his ashes doe Well did the Crassi's ashes naked ly For by the gods far greater cruelty Is Pompey burnt Still shall my woes appeare In the same shape and shall I nere interre My slaughter'd Lords and at full vâ—nes lament What need'st thou tombe or any instrument Of sorrow wretch doth not thy breast containe Thy Pompey and his image still remaine VVithin thee let those wiues that meane to liue After their Lords vrnes to their ashes giue But yet the fire that lends you envious light From Aegypts shore brings nothing to my sight Of thee deare Pompey now the flame is gone The vanisht smoake beares to the rising Sunne Pompey aloft the windes vnwillingly Beare vs from thence yet is no land to me Though triumph'd by my Lord as Conquerer Nor chariot deck'd with laurell halfe so deare My breast has quite forgot his happinesse And loues that Pompey whom Niles shores possesse Faine would â— stay vnder this guilty clime The land 's enobled by so great a crime I would not leaue beleeue me Aegypts shore Sextus try thou the chance of war and ore The spacious world thy fathers colours beare This his last will was trusted to my care VVhen me of breath deaths fatall hower shall reaue To you my sonnes this civill warre I leaue And let not Caesar's race in quiet â—eigne VVhilest any of our stocke on earth remaine Solicite kingdomes and free powerfull townes By my names fame these are the factions These are the armes I leaue what Pompey ere VVould goe to sea shall finde a navy there My heires may stirre war in what land they will Be but couragious and remember still Your fathers lawfull power Serue vnder none But Cato whilest he fights for Rome alone I haue perform'd thy trust done thy behest Deare Lord thy cunning did prevaile and lest False I those words of trust should nere deliver Deceiu'd I liv'd Now Pompey wheresoever Th' art gone through hell if any hell there be Or empty Chaos I will follow thee How long my life 's decree'd I doe not know If long I le punish it for lasting so For not expiring when it first did see Thy wounds with sorrow broken it shall dy It shall dissolue in teares no halter sword Or praecipâ—ce shall death to me afford It were a shame for me now thou art gone Not to haue power to dye with griefe alone This said and covering with a vaile her head Vnder the hatches she resolv'd to lead A life in darkenesse neerely hugging woe She feedes on teares and for her husband now Embraces greife The noise of stormy winde Nor cryes of fearefull saâ—lers mooue her minde Her hope contrary to the sailers is Compos'd for