Sylla came With a revenge more bloody His sword reft Rome of that little blood before was left Whilst cutting off cruell Chirurgian Th' affected parts too farre his lancing hand Followes the sore first guilty men are slaine At last when none but guilty could remayne Their hates take greater freedome forth they breake Without the curbe of any law they wreake Their private angers now for Sylla's sake All is not done for every one fulfills Their owne blood thirsty and revengefull wills Pretending his command with impious steele Servants their masters sonnes their fathers kill Which sonne shall be the parricide by strife They seeke a brother sels a brothers life Some hide themselues in tombes liue men remaine Among the dead beasts dennes can scarse containe The flying multitude one strangled dyes By his owne hand one from a precipice Dyes broken with the fall preventing so The tyranny of his insulting foe His funerall pyle one making ere he dyes Leapes in and whilest he may those rites enjoyes Great Captaines heads born throgh the streets on spears Are pil'de vp in the Market there appeares Each secret murder not so many heads In stables of the tyrant Diomed's Thrace saw nor Lybia on Antaeus wall Nor mourning Greece in Oenomaus hall Limmes putrifi'de which all knowne markes had left Worne out by eating time by fearefull theft The wretched parents take and beare away My selfe I still remember that sad day Desirous those forbidden rites to do To my slaine brothers head searcht to and fro The carkasses of Sylla's peace to see What trunke ' mongst all would with that head agree What neede I tell how Catulus was paide With blood how Marius a sad offring made And wretched sacrifice before the tombe Of his perchance vnwilling foe did come His q mangled joynts as many wounds as limmes We saw yet no wound deadly given him Through his spoyl'd body an example rare Of cruelty a dying life to spare His hands chopt off his tongue cut out as yet Wagg'de and the ayre did with dumbe motions beat One slits his nostrils one cuts off his eares His eyes out last of all another teares Left in till then his mangled limmes to see A thing past credit one poore man should be The subject of so many cruelties A lumpe deform'd his mangled body lyes So strangely slaughter'd not disfigur'de more Floates a torne shipwrackt carkasse to the shore From the mid-Sea The fruit of all your toile Why doe you loose and Marius face so spoile That none can now discerne him 'twere more neede Silla should know him to applaud the deed r Praneste's fortune saw her men all dye In one death's space the flowre of s Italy The onely youth of Latium sadly slaine Did wretched Romes Ovilia distaine So mâ—ny men to cruell death at once Oft Earthquakes Shipwrackes or infections Of Aire or Earth Famine or Warre hath sent Never before a doome of punishment The souldiers throng'de could scarcely weild at all Their killing hands the slaine could hardly fall Supported so but number did oppresse The dying people and dead carcasses Encreasde the slaughter falling heavily On living bodies his strange cruelty Secure and fearelesse Sylla from aboue Beheld nor could so many thousands mooue His heart by him commanded all to dye I' th' Tyrthene gulfe their pil'de vp bodies lye The first throwne in vnder the water lay The last on bodies strongest ships they stay And Tiber parted by that fatall bay Sends one part to the Sea carkasses stay The other till the violent streame of blood Enforc'd the waters course to Tibers flood Nor can the bankes the River now containe But ore the fields the bodies floate againe Rowling at last into the Tyrrhene maine On the blew waues it sets a purple staine For this did Silla merit to be stil'de Happy and t saviour and in Mars his field To be interr'de but these blacke mischiefes are To be endurd againe this cruell war Will the same order and conclusion take But feares more horrid suppositions make And in this war mankind shall suffer more The exil'de Maris sought but to restore Themselues againe and Sylla's victories Sought but the ruine of his enemies Their aymes are higher both long powerfull take Vp armes and neither civill war would make To doe as Sylla did Thus wayles old age Remembring past and fearing future rage This terror strooke not noble Brutus heart Nor in this frightfull stir was he a part Of the lamenters but at midnight he When now her waine Parrhasian Helice Turn'de at his unkle Catoes no large house Knockes him he findes waking and anxious For Rome and the whole State a fearefull man Not for himselfe when Brutus thus began Banisht and flying vertue 's onely hold And refuge which no storme of fortune could Ere reaue thee off guide thou this wavering heart And to my thoughts a certaine strength impart At Caesars side or Pompeye's others stand Ore Brutus none but Cato shall command Wilt thou keepe peace and in this doubtfull age Vnshaken stand or mingling with the rage Of the mad rout this civill war approue Others to this sad war bad causes mooue One his stain'd house in peace and feare of Lawes Another fights for want mingling that cause VVith the worlds wracke blind fury leades on none All drawne with gainefull hopes but thee alone The war it selfe affects VVhat bootes it thee T' haue beene so long from the times vices free This onely meede of thy long vertue take The warres find others guilty thee they make But let not wicked war haue power t' employ These hands O gods let not thy lavelin flye ' Mongst others in a thicke skie darkning cloude Let not such vertue be in vaine bestowde The warres whole chance will cast it selfe on thee VVho would not dye vpon that sword and be Cato's offence though slaine by another hand Thou might'st alone and quiet better stand As starres in heaven still vnshaken are VVhen lightnings stormes and tempest rend the ayre Nearer to earth VVindes rage and Thunders spight Plaine grounds must suffer when Olympus height Plac'd by the gods aboue the cloudes â—s free Small things jarres vexe the great ones quiet be 'T will glad proud Caesar in this war to heare So great a Citizen has deign'de t' appeare Nor will it grieue him that great Pompeye's side Is chose not his 't will be enough his pride That Cato has approu'd of civill war Romes Senate and both Consuls armed are Vnder a private man and many moe Of note and worth to these adde Cato too Vnder command of Pompey none liues free In all the world but Caesar but if we Doe for our countreyes Lawes and freedome goe To war then Brutuâ— is not â—aesars foe Nor Pompeys but the Conquerours who ere Thus Brutus spake when for an inside cleare These sacred words drew Cato We confesse Brutus that civill war's great wickednesse But where the Fates will leade vertue shall goe Securely on to make me guilty now Shall
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
at noone is mounted high Those trees no shadow can diffuse at all Their boughs scarse hide their trunkes No shade or small The Sunbeames make since perpendicular It is perceiv'd this is the region where The summer Tropicke hits the Zodiacke The signes obliquely rise not but direct Nor more direct the Bull then Scorpio Moist Capricornus then hot Cancer goe Nor Gemeni then Sagitarius Nor Leo then oppos'd Aquarius Virgo then Pisces Libraes motion Then Aries But whom the torrid zone Divides from vs those people ever see The shadowes Southward which here Northward be You slowly seeing Cynosure suppose Her vndrench'd carre into the Ocean goes And that no Northerne signe from seas is free You stand far distant from each axeltree Your signes in midst of heaven converted be The Easterne people standing at the doore The oracles of horned Ioue t'implore Gaue place to Cato whom his souldiers ply That of that Libyan far-fam'd deity His future fates event he would be taught Him Labienus most of all besought Chance and the fortune of our way quoth he Lâ—nd vs the mouth of that great deity And his sure counsells we may now implore His powerfull guidance through this war and ore The dangerous Syrtes For to whom should I Beleeue the gods would truly or certify Their secret wills then Catoes holy breast Whose life to heavenly lawes was still addrest And follow'd god behold we now haue heere A freedome given to talke with Iupiter Cato enquires of wicked Caesars fate And know what shall be Romes ensuing state Whether this civill war be made in vaine Or shall our lawes and liberties maintaine Let Ammon's sacred voice thy breast inspire Thou lover of strict vertue now desire To know what vertue is seeke from aboue Approovement of the trueth He full of Ioue Whom in his secret breast he carried ever These temple worthy speeches did deliver What Labienus should I seeke to know If I had rather dye in armes then bow Vnto a Lord if life be nought at all No difference betwixt long life and small If any force can hurt men vertuous If fortune loose when vertue doth oppose Her threats if good desires be happinesse And vertue grow not greater by successe Thus much we know nor deeper can the skill Of Ammon teach The gods are with vs still And though their oracles should silent be Nought can we doe without the gods decree Nor needes he voices what was fit to know The great Creator at our births did show Nor did he choose these barren sands to shew Hiding it heere his trueth but to a few Is there a seate of god saue earth and sea Aire heaven and vertue why for god should we Seeke further what ere moues what ere is seene Is Ioue For oracles let doubtfull men Fearefull of future chances troubled be Sure death not oracles ascertaine mee The coward and the valiant man must fall This is enough for Ioue to speake to all Then marching thence the temples faith he saues And to the people vntry'd Ammon leaues Himselfe afoot before his weary'd bands Marches with piâ—e in hand and not commands But shewes them how to labour never sits In coach or charriot sleepes the least a nights Last tasts the water When a fountaines found He stayes a foot till all the souldiers round And every cullion drinke If fame be due To truest goodnesse if you simply view Vertue without successe what ere we call In greatest Romans great was fortune all Who could deserue in prosperous war such fame Or by the nations blood so great a name Rather had I this vertuous triumph win In Libyaes desert sands then thrice be seene In Pompey's laurell'd charriot or to lead Iugurtha captiue Here behold indeed Rome thy true father by whose sacred name Worthy thy Temples it shall never shame People to sweare whom if thou ere art free Thou wilt hereafter make a deity Now to a torrid clime they came more hot Then which the gods for men created not Few waters heere are seene but in the sands One largely-flowing fountaine only stands But full of Serpents as it could containe There on the bankes hot killing Aspes remaine And Dipsases in midst of water dry VVhen Cato saw his men for thirst would dy Fearing those waters thus he spake to them Feare not to drinke souldiers this wholesome streame Be not affrighted with vaine shewes of death The snakes bite deadly fatall are their teeth VVhen their dire venome mixes with our blood The water 's safe Then of the doubtfull flood He drinkes himselfe there only the first draught Of all the Libyan waters Cato sought VVhy Libyaes aire should be infected so VVith mortall plagues what hurtfull secrets grow Mixt with the noxious soile by natures hand Our care nor labour cannot vnderstand But that the world in the true cause deceiv'd In stead of that a common tale receiv'd In Libyaes farthest part whose scorched ground The Ocean warm'd by setting Sol doth bound Medusas countrey lay whose barren fields No trees doe cloath whose soile no herbage yeilds Chang'd by her looke all stones and rockes they grow Heere hurtfull nature first those plagues did show First from Medusas jawes those serpents growne Hissed with forked tongues and hanging downe Like womans haire vpon her backe gaue strokes Vnto her pleased necke In stead of lockes Vpon her horrid front did serpents hisse Her combe comb'd poyson downe no part but this Safe to be seene about Medusa was For who ere fear'd the monsters mouth and face Whom that had view'd her with an eye direct Did she ere suffer sence of death t' affect She hasten'd doubting fate preventing dread Their bodyes dy'd before their soules were fled Enclosed soules with bodyes turn'd to stone The furyes haires could madnesse worke alone Cerberus hissing Orpheus musicke still'd Alcides saw that Hydra which he kill'd But this strange monster even her father who Is the seas second god her mother too Cetos and Gorgon sisters feared she Could strike a numnesse through the sea and sky And harden all the world into a stone Birds in their flight haue fall'n conjealed downe Running wilde beasts to rockes converted were And all the neighbouring Aethiopians there To marble statues not a creature brookes The sight of her t' avoide the Gorgons lookes Her snakes themselues backeward themselues invert She neere Alcides pillars could convert Titanian Altâ—s to an hill and those Giants with serpents feete that durst oppose The gods themselues those wars in Phlegra field Her face could end but shew'd in Pallas sheild Thither the sonne of showre rap'd Daâ—ae Borne on th' Arcadian wings of Mercury Inventer of the harpe and wrestling game Flying through th' aire with borrow'd Harpe came Harpe whom monsters blood before did staine When he that kept Ioves loued cow was slaine Aide to her winged brother Pallas gaue Conditioning the Gorgons head to haue She bids him fly to Libyaes Easterne bound His face averted or the Gorgons ground In his left
Phoebus from Cirrhaes shades I 'll not desire Nor Nysa's Bacchus Caesar can infuse Vertue enough into a Roman muse The cause of these great actions I le declare And ope a mighty worke what drew to warre Our furious People and the World beside Fates envious course continuance still deny'd To mighty States who greatest falls still feare And Rome not able her owne weight to beare So when the knot of Nature is dissolu'de And the worlds Ages in one houre inuolu'd In their old Chaos Seas with Skyes shall ioyne And Starres with Starres confounded loose their shine The Earth no longer shall extend her shore To keepe the Ocean out the Moone no more Follow the Sunne but scorning her old way Crosse him and claime the guidance of the day The falling worlds now iarring frame no peace No league shall hold great things themselues oppresse The gods this bound to groning states haue set But to no Forraine armes would Fortune yet Lend her owne envy ore great Rome that awes Both Land and Sea shee 's her owne ruines cause Subiected ioyntly to three b Lords how ill Prooue shared rules accords and fatall still Ambition blinded Lords what 's th' happinesse To mixe your powers and ioyntly th' earth possesse Whilest Land the Sea and Ayre the Land shall bound Whilest labouring Titan runnes his glorious round And through twelue heavenly signes night follows day No faith keepe those that kingdomes ioyntly sway Rule brookes no sharers doe not this beleeue In forraine states Rome can examples giue A brothers bloud did our first walls distaine Nor was the spacious earth and watry maine This mischiefes price a refuge for theeues fled A little house this brothers hatred bred This iarring concord lasted for a space Dissembled twixt the two for Crassus was The warres sole let like that small necke of land That in the middst of two great Seas doos stand And will not let them ioyne that tane away Straight the Ioniâ—n meets th' Aegaean Sea So when war parting Crassâ—â— sadly slaine With Romane bloud did Asian Charan staine That Parthian losse to homebred rage gaue reines More then you thinke you did fierce Parthians That day our civill war your conquest wrought And now Romes Empire by the sword is sought That State that mistresse ore the World did reigne Rulde Land and Sea yet could not two conteine For Iulia's t deâ—th whom cruell Fates before Had slaine the pledge of their alliance bore Downe to her graue if Fate had spar'de her life Her furious husband and sterne fathers strife She had compos'de and made their armed hands Let fall their swords and ioyne in friendships bands As once the Sabin women enterposde Their sires and husbands bloody iarres composde Thy death faire Iulia breakes off all accords And giues them leaue againe to draw their swords On both sides powerfull aemusation beares On their ambitious spirits great Pompey feares That his piâ—aticke Laurell should giue place To conquerde France and Caesars deeds deface His ancient triumphs fortunes constant grace Makes him impatient of a second place Nor now can Caesar a superior brooke Nor Pompey brooke a peere who justlier tooke Vp armes great Iudges differ heaven approoues The conquering cause the conquerde Cato loues Nor were they aequall one in yeares was growne And long accustomde to a peacefull gowne Had now forgot the Souldier Fame he bought By bounty to the people and much sought For popular praise his Theaters loud shout Was his delight new strength he sought not out Relying on his ancient fortunes fame And stood the shadow of a glorious name As an old lofty Oake that heeretofore Great Conquerors spoiles and sacred Trophies bore Stands firme by his owne weight his roote now dead And through the ayre his naked boughes does spread And with his trunke not leaues a shaddow makes He though each blast of Easterne winde him shakes And round about well rooted Trees doe grow Is onely honour'd but in Ceasar now Remaines not onely a great Generalls name But restlesse valour and in waâ—re a shame Not to be Conquerâ—ur fierce not curb'd at all Ready to fight where hope or anger call His forward Sword confident of successe And hold the fauour of the gods to presse Orethrowing all that his ambition stay And loues that ruine should enforce his way As lightning by the winde fâ—rc'd from a cloude Breakes through the wounded aire with thunder loud Disturbes the Dâ—y the people terrifyes And by a light oblique dazels our eyes Not Ioues owne Temple spares it when no force No barre an hinder his prevailing course Great waâ—e as foâ—rth it fallyes and roures It makes and gathers his dispersed fires These causes mâ—ou'd the Cheâ—fes and such as are In mightâ— stâ—tes the common seeds of warre For since our Câ—ests the conquer'd world hath fill'd Too full and vertue did to riches yeild Since spoiles and warrelike rapine taught vs riot Excesse in Plate in buildings reignes he dyeâ— Of formertimes wee scoâ—n that soft attire That Women were asham'd of Men desire Strength-breeding pouerty is fled and nought But wealth from all the spoiled world is sought The banc of States those Lands encreas'd they hold In th' hands of vnknowne Tenants which of old Caemillus plow share wounded and the hands Of th' ancient Curii till'd the state now stands Not as of old when men from auarice free Could liue in peace and wisht but liberty Hence quarrels grow what pouerty esteemed A vild offence now 's greatest honour deem'd By Sword our Countreys power in curbe to hold Might measures â—ight Lawes and decrees are sold Consuls and Tribunes iarres all right suppresse Fasces are bought the peoples suffrages Corruptly sought and giuen hence bloody iarres Oft staine elections in the field of Maâ—s So griping Vsury growes so faith is lâ—st And ciuill warre as gainefull sought by most By this time Caesar the cold Alpes orepast In his great thoughts the future warre had cast And now to Rubicon's small current come He dreames the Image of affrighted Rome With countenance sad through dusky night appearesâ— On her towre-bearing head her hoary haires Hung downe all torne her armes were nak'd when she Tâ—us sighing speakes oh whither carry yee My Ensignes Souldiers If you come as friends As Roman Citizens your march here ends k A suddaine feare straight chilles the generall veines His haire 's with horrour rais'd faintnesse detaines His steps vpon the banke then thus he praâ—â—s Thou Ioue whose eye these Citie walles surueyes From thy Tarpeian hill You Deiâ—ies Of Troy and Romulus hid misteries Thou Latian Ioue worshipt on th' Alban mount You Vestall fires and Rome whom I account My greatest God blesse this attempt not thee Doe I inuade Conquerour by land and sea Thy Caesar comes thy Souldier still Be hee He in the fault that caus'd this enmity Then brooking no delay the streame showre-swell'd He marches ore so in a â—ibyan field A Lion viewing his sterne foe at hand Till he collect his
ire doth doubtfull stand But straight wheÌ„ his Tailes swindge has made him hoâ— And rais'd his shaggy Mâ—ne from his wide throat He roaves then if a Mauritanian Speare Or Shaft haue pierc'd his side voide of all feare Regâ—rdlesse of that wound he rushes on Gently along flowes ruddy Rubicon From a small Spring when Summer's in her pride And gliding through the valley dooes divide Gallia from Italy now Winter lent Him strength and Cynthia her full hornes had spent In showres to rayse his flâ—od and melted snow The moist East-wind made downe the Alpes to flow The Horse-men first are plac'd against the streame To take the waters fury vnder them The Foote men shelter'd found a passage ore More calme the current being broke before But now when Caesar had orecome the flood And Italy's forbidden ground had trod Heâ—e Peace and broken Lawes I leaue quoth he Fâ—rewell all Leagues Fortune I le follow thee No more wee le trust Warre shall determine all This said by Night the actiue Generall Swifter then Parthian back-shot shaft or stone From Balearieke Slinger marches on T' invade Ariminum when every star Fled from th' approaching Sunne but Lucâ—fer And that day dawn'd that first these broiles should see Either the moist Southwindes or Heavens decree With pitchy Cloudes darkned the fatall day VVhen now the Soldiers by command made stay Iâ—th Market place shrill trumpets flourisht round And the hâ—â—rse Hornes wicked alarums sound VVith this sad noise the Peoples rest was broke The young men rose and from the temples tooke Their Armes now such as long peace had marr'de And their old bucklers now of leather's bar'de Their blunted Piles not of a long time vs'd And Swords with th'eatings of blacke rust abus'd The Roman Colours and knowne Eagles then An Caesar in the midd'st high mâ—uted seene The townesmens trembling joynts for horror faint And to themselues they make this sad complaint Oh ill built Citty too too neere the Gaule Oh sadly situated place when all The world haue peace we are the spoyle of warre And first that are inuaâ—ed happier farre Might we haue liu'd in farthest North or East Or wandring tents of Scythia then possest The edge of Italy This towne of ours First felt the furious Gaules and Cymbrian powers Hither the Libyans first and Germans come This is waâ—â—es way when Fortune threatens Rome Thus silently they mourne and durst not lend Their griefe a word nor teares in publique spend As Birds by winters raging cold are still'de And the mid-ocean dooes no murmur yeild But when bright day dissolu'd the dampes of night The Fates new firebrands bring and stirre to fight Caesars yet doubting minde leaving no pause To shame but fortune findes him out a cause Of armes and labours to make just his war The factious Tribunes by the Senate are Against their sacred priviledge exil'de And by the Graechi's l factious names revil'de These now to Caesar came and brought along With them bold Curio's m mercenary tongue That tongue that once the Peoples boldly stood Gainst armed great ones for the publike good Hee when he saw the Generall musing said While this my voice Caesar thy cause could aide Wee did prorogue though gainst the Senate's will Thy gouernement while Oratoryes skill Could turne the wauering Peoples hearts to thee But since by warres rough hand Lawes silenc'd be Wee are exil'd and gladly it sustaine To be endeniz'd by thy Sword againe Whilst their yet strengthlesse side is only scarr'de Vse no delay delay hurts men prepar'de A greater price on equall danger heere Is set in Gallia's warre alone ten yeare Thou hast consum'd but here one field well fought Rome has the world to thy subiection brought Now thy returne from France with victory No pompous triumph waites no Bayes for thee Shall deck the Capitoll baâ—e enuy's hands Keepe back thy due conquest of warrelike Lands Is made a crime in thee and Pompey's pride Excludes thy rule nor canst thou now diuide The world the world thou maist possesse alone This speech gaue fire to Caesar too too prone Before to warre so peoples showtes raise more A fierce Olimpicke Steed striuing before To force the Lists and breake th' opposing barres Straight to the Standard all his Souldiers Caesar assembling ' middst their murmuring noise Commands a silence with his hand and voice Fellowes in Armes that haue endur'd with me A thousand stormes in ten yeares victory Haue our spent bloods in northerne Climes deseru'de This all our wounds so many winters seru'de Vnder the Alpes not more prouision Rome Would make for warre if Hanniball had come Ouer the Alpes Cohorts they reinforce Forrests are fell'd for Shipping all the force Of Land and Sea is arm'd gainst Caesar now What more had wee beene vanquisht would they do If the fierce Gaules our flying backes pursu'de That dare now wrong vs when our warres conclude Successefully and friendly Gods vs call Let the long peace-infeebled Generall His gownes and new rais'd Souldiers bring along Vaine names the Catoes and Marcellus tongue Must he with Forreigne and bought clients be Glutted with still continuing soueraignty Can hee triumphant Charriots mount before The Year 's appointed â— and let goe no more Honours o vsurp't why should I now complaine Of the lawes breach and famine p made for gaine Th' affrighted forum q with arm'd men beset Drawne swords enuironing the Iudgement seat When ' gainst all law Milo for murder try'de Pompey's proude Colours clos'd on euery side Now lest his age though tir'd a priuate state Should end by impious ciuill warre his hate He seekes to glut scorning but to excell His Master Sylla's guilt as Tigers fell Whom their fierce Damme with slaughtred Cattels blood VVas wont to nourish in th' Hyrcanian wood Nere loose their fury so thou Pompey vs'd To lick the blood that Sylla's swords effus'd Retain'st thy former thirst neuer againe Grow those lawes pure that blood did once distaine VVhen wilt thou end thy too long tiranny VVhere bound thy r guilt in this at least to thee A patterne let thy Master Sylla be To leaue off such vsurped soueraignety After the Pirates and tir'de Ponticke King VVhose war to end scarce Poisons s helpe could bring Must Caesars fall Pompey's last triumph make Because commanded I did not forsake My conquering Army but if I be barr'd My labours meâ—de let these haue the reward Of their long service let these Soldiers all Triumph though vnder any Generall Where shall their bloudlesse age after the Warre Finde rest what lands shall my old Soldiers share Where shall they plow where shall their City stand Are Pirates t Pompey worthier of Land March on victorious colours march away The strength that we haue made we must employ He giues the strongest all things that denyes His due nor want we ayding Deities Nor spoile those armes doe seeke nor Soveraignty But to free Rome though bent to slauery Thus spake he the yet doubting Soldiers Vncertaine murmurs raise though fierce with
wars Long vse their houshold gods their minds gan mooue And piety but straight the swords dire loue And feare of Caesar turnde them backe againe Lalius the first Files leading did obtaine For saving of a Roman Soldier Oake-crownd and freed from duties of the war If I may speake Romes greatest Generall Thy Soldiers thoughts quoth he It grieues vs all That such long patience kept thee from so just A war or didst thou not thine army trust While life-bloud keepes this breathing body warme While brandisht Darts fly from this agile arme Wilt thou weake gownes and Senates raigne endure In civill war is Conquest so impure Lead vs through Libyas gulfes cold Seythian land Lead vs ore thirsty Affrickes scorched sand This arme the conquerde world behind to leaue Has plowde the Brittish Oceans curled waue And broke the Rhines swift current thy command To doe my will 's as ready as my hand Hee s not my friend gainst whom thy trumpets sound By these thy colours which ten Camps haue found Ever victorious Caesar here I sweare And by thy triumphs ore what foe so ere If thou command me spill my brothers life Kill my old Father or my pregnant wife I le doo 't though with a most vnwilling hand Fire Temples rob the godds at thy command Great Iunoes Temple in our flames shall sinke If to encampe on Tuscan Tybers brinke I le boldly pitch in Italy thy tent If to dismantle townes be thy entent These armes of mine the battering Ram shall place Although the city thou wouldst quite deface Were Rome it selfe The Souldiers all agree And promise â—im their lifted hands on high To any war Their shout not that can passe Which the loud blast of Thracian Boreas On piny Ossa makes and bowes amaine The ratling wood or lets it rise againe Caesar perceiving that the Fates gaue way To war and his Men prone fearing delay His troopes through France dispers'd straight calling home With flying colours marches on to Rome They leaue their tents pitcht by Lemanus v Lake And those on Vogesus high Rockes forsake Which aw'de the painted Lingones so strong Isara's Fords they leaue that runne so long Alone but in a River of more fame Falling to ' the Ocean beares an other name The yellow Ruthens eas'de of their long feare Milde A tax ioyes no Roman shipps to beare And Varus Italyes encreased bound That haven Alcides consecrated ground With Cliffes orelookes the Sea no Northwest winde Nor West blow there Cirtius their proper winde Reignes there where safe Alcides fort dooes stand And that still doubtfull-coast that Sea and Land Callenge by turnes firme land it is when low The Ocean ebbes but sea at every flow VVhither the winde strong blowing from the Pole And then retiring to and fro doe rowle The Sea or that the Moone his course doe guide Or burning Titan moist foode to provide Attracting lift the Ocean to the sky Seeke you that labour for such skill for me VVhat ere thou be that cause this ebbe and flow Be still conceal'd since heauen will haue it so They march away that Nemasus did hold And Adors bankes where Tarbe does enfold In her crookt shore the sea that gently flowes The Santoni reioyce now free'd from foes Th'Leuci and Rhemi Archers good with these Bituriges and Speare-arm'd Suessones The dwellers neere Sequana skilfull riders The Belgae hooke-arm'd Chariots expert guiders Sprung from the Troian blood the Hedui That durst claime bâ—otherhood of Italy Rebellious Neâ—uiars x stain'd with Cotta's fate And they that in loose Mantles imitate Sarmatia fierce Batauians whom to warre Crookt Trumpets call those that neere Cinga are VVhere Araris with Rhodanus now met Runnes ioyn'd into the Sea the men whose seate Is on Gebenna mount couer'd with snow The Pictones now free their fields can plow The fickle Turones are not restrain'd By garrison the Andian now disdain'd To pine in Medna's thick fogges but goes For pleasure where delightfull Liger flowes Faire Genabos is freed from garrison Treuer is glad the warre from thence is gon The Ligures now shorne once like the rest Long haird of all the vnshorne Gaules the best And where with offerings stayn'd of humane blood Hermes and Mars their cruell Altars stood And Ioue that vilâ— as Scythian Dian's are Then you that valiant soules and slaine in warre Doe celebrate wâ—th praise that neuer dyes You Bards securely sung your Elegyes You Drâ—ides now free'd from warre maintaine Yâ—ur Barbarous rites and Sacrâ—fice againe You what heauen is and gods alone can tell Or else alone are ignorant you dwell In vast and desert woods you teach no spirit Plutoes pale kingdome can by death inherit They in another world informe againe The middst twixt long liues if you truth maintaine Is death But those wilde people happy are In this their errour whom feare greatest farre Of all feares iniures not the feare of death Thence are they prone to warre nor losse of breath Esteeme nor spare a life that comes againe They that the hair'd Cayes did conteine In their obedience marching now to Rome From Rhines rude bankes and new found countrey come VVhen Caesar's novv collected strength had bred More lofty hopes through Italy he spred His troopes and all the neighbouring Cities seiz'd Then idle rumours their true feares encreas'd And peirc'd the peoples hearts swift fame gan show The warres approach and their ensuing woe Then euery tongue a false alarum yeilds Some dare report that on the pasture fields Of faire Meuania is the warre begunne And bloody Caesar's barbarous Cohorts runne VVhere Vmbrian Nar does into Tyber flow That all his Eagles and ioyn'd Standards now With a vast strength make furious approach Nor doe they now suppose him to be such As once they saw him fiercer far then so They thinke and savadge as his conquer'd foe That all th' inhabitants twixt th'Alpes and Rhine Drawne from their countries and cold Northerne clime Follow and Rome a Roman looking on By barbarous hands shall fall thus every one By feare giues strength to Fame no author knowne They feare what they suppose but not alone The People dooes this vaine surmise deceiue The Senate shakes th' affrighted Fathers leaue Their seates and flying to the Consuls giue Directions for the war VVhere safe to liue VVhat place t' avoide they know not whither ere Their suddaine wits directs their steps they beâ—re Th' amazed people forth in troopes whom nought So long had stirr'de a man would then haue thought The city fir'd orth'houses sudaine fall By earthquake threatned the madd people all VVith hasty steppes so vnadvised runne As if no way at all were left to shunne Their imminent and feard destruction But to forsake their habitation As when rough Seaes by stormy Auster blowne From Libia's Sands haue broke the maire mast down Master and Marriners their Ship forsake Not torne as yet leape into th' Sea and make Themselues a Shipwracke so from th' City they Fly into warre no Sire
his sonne can stay No weeping wife her Husband can perswade No nor their houshold gods till they haue made Vowes for their safety none an eye dares cast Back on lou'd Rome although perhaps his last Irrevocably doe the people flye You gods that easily giue prosperity But not maintaine it that great city fill'd VVith natiue soules and conquer'd that would yeeld Mankinde a dwelling is abandon'd now An easie prey to Caesar when a foe Begirts our Souldiers in a forreine Land One little trench nights danger can withstand A soddaine worke rais'd out of earth endures The foes assault th' encamped's sleepe secures Thou Rome a war but noysd art left by all Not one nights safety trusted to thy wall But pardon their amaze when Pompey flyes 'T is time to feare then lest their hearts should rise With hope of future good sad augury bodes A worse ensuing fate the threatning gods Fill heaven and earth and sea with prodigies Vnheard-of Starres by night adorne the skies Heaven seemes to flame and through the Welkin fire Obliquely flyes state-changing comets dire Display to vs their bloud portending haire Deceitfull lightnings flash in clearest ayre Strange formed Meteors the thicke ayre had bred Like Iavelins long like lampes more broadly spread Lightning without one cracke of thunder brings From the cold North his winged fires and flings Them ' gainst our Capitoll small starres that vse Onely by night their lustre to diffuse Now shine in midst of day Cynthia bright In her full orbe like Phoeâ—us at the sight Of earths blacke shades eclipses Titan hidâ—s When mounâ—ed in the midd'st of heaven he rides In cloudes his burning Chariot to enfold The world in darknesse quite day to behâ—ld No Nation hopes as once backe to the East He fled at sight of sad Thyestes feast Fierce Vulcan opts Sicilian Aetna's throate But to the sky her flames she belches noâ— But on th' Italian shore obliquely flings Bloud from her bottome blacke Charibdis brings Sadlyer barke Scyllaes doggs then they were wont The Vestall fire goes out on th'Alban mount Ioues sacrificing fire it selfe divides Into two parts and rises on two sides Like the two Theban Princes funerall fires Earth opes her threatning jawes th' Alpes nodding spires Shake off their snow Thetis does higheâ— now Twixt Libyan Atlas and Spaines Calpe flow The natiue gods did weepe Romes certaine thrall The Lares sweating shew'd the offrings fall Downe in the Temples and as we haue heard Nights fatall Birds in midst of day appear'd VVilde Beasts at midnight from the deserts come And take bold lodging in the streets of Rome Beasts make with mens articulate voice their monâ— Births monstrous both in limmes proportion And number mothers their owne infants fear'd Sibilla's fatall lines were sung and heard Among the people and with bloody armes Cybel's head-shaking Priests pronounc'd their charmes I th' peoples eares howling a balefull mone And Ghosts from out their quiet vrnes did grone Clâ—shing of armour and loude showtes they heare In desert groues and threatnings Ghosts appeare The dwellers neere without the City wall Fled fierce Erynnis had encompast all The towne her snaky haires and burning brand Shaking as when she rul'd Agauâ—'s hand Or the selfe maim'd Lycurgus such was she VVho once when sent by Inno's cruelty Great Hercules new come from Hell did fright Shrill trumpets sounded dismall ayres of night That horrid noise that meeting armies yeild Did then present in midst of Mars his field Rose Sylla's ghost and woes ensuing told Plowmen neere Aniens streames Marius behold Rise from his sepulchre and flye appall'd For these things were the Tuscan Prophets call'd As custome was the sagest of them all Dwelt in Etrurian Luna's desert wall Aruns that lightnings motion vnderstands Birds flight and entrailes op'te he first commands Those monstrous birthes that from no seede did come But horrid issues of a barren wombe To be consum'd in fire then all the towne To be encompast in procession Th' high Priests whose charge it is he next doth vrge The City walles with hallowed rites to purge Through their whole circuit following after these Th' inferiour Priests attir'd Gabinian wise The Vestall Maides with their vail'd Sister come That only may see Troy's Palladium Then those that Sibyll's secret verses keepe And Cybell yearely in still Almon steepe Septemuirâ— that governe sacred Feasts The learned Augurs and Apolloes Priests The noble Flameâ— Salius that beares On his glad neck the target of great Mars VVhilst they the towne compasse in winding tracts Aruns the Lightnings dispers'd fire collects And into th' eaâ—tn with a sad murmure flings Then names the places and to th' altar brings A chosen Bull then wine betwixt his hornes He â—owres and sprinkles ore with Salt and Corne His knife the Bull impatient long denyes Himselfe to so abhor'd a Sacrifice But by the guirded Sacrificers strength Hanging vpon his hornes ore come at length Bending his knees holds forth his conquer'd necke Nor did pure blood come out but poyson black Instead of blood from the wound open'd flyes Aruns grew pale at this sad Sacrifice And the gods wrath he in the Entrailes seekes VVhose colour scar'd him pale they were with streakes Of blacke th' infected blood congealed showes Sprinkled with different palenesse various The liver putrifi'de on th'hostile side VVere threatning veines the lungs their fillets hide A narrow line divides the vitall parts The heart lyes still and corrupt matter starts Through gaping clefts no part oth'cause is hid And that which never wâ—thout danger did Appeare on th' entrailes was a double head One head was sicke feeble and languished The other quicke his pulses nimbly beates By this when he perceâ—u'de what woe the Fates Prepar'de he cri'de aloud all that you doe O gods I must not to the People show Nor with this haplesse sacrifice can I Great Iupiter thy anger pacifie The blacke infernall deities appeare In th' entrailes woes vnspeakable we feare But greater will ensue you gods lend aydâ— And let no credit to our Art be had But counted Tages fiction thus with long Ambages darkly the old Tuscan sung But Figulâ—â— whose care it was aright To know the gods and heavens to whom for sight Of planets and the motion of each starre Not great Aegyptian Memphis might compare Either no lawes direct the world quoth he And all the starres doe moue vncertainely Or if Fates rule a swift destruction Threatens mankinde and th' earth shall Cities downe By earthquakes swallow'de be intemperately Shall ayre grow hot false earth her seedes deny Or shall the waters poyson'de be what kinde Of ruine is it gods what mischiefes finde Your cruelties many dire aspects meete If Saturne cold in midst of heaven should siâ— Aquarius would Deucatious flood haue bred And all the earth with waters overspred If Sol should mount the Nemean Lions backe In flames would all the worlds whole fabrick cracke And all the sky with Sol's burnt chariot blaze These aspects ceâ—se but thou that
be the gods owne crime who would endure To see the world dissolue himselfe secure Who could look on when heaven should fal earth faile And the conâ—usde world perish and not waile Shall vnknowne Nations in our Roman war Engage themselues and forreine Kings from far Crossing the Seas and shall I rest alone Farre be it gods the Daci and Getes should mone Their losses in Rome's fall and Cato lie Secure as parents when their children die In person mourne build vp with their owne hands The funerall pyle and light the fatall brands I will not leaue thee Rome till I embrace Thy hearse and liberty thy dying face And fleeting Ghost with honour doe attend So let it goe let th' angry gods intend A compleate Romane sacrifice no blouds Will we defraud the war of would the gods Of heaven and Erebâ—â— would now strike dead For all our crimes this one condemned head Devoted Decius by his foes could fall Me let both Roman hosts assault and all Rhines barbarous troupes let me i' th midst receiue All darts all wounds that this sad war can giue Let me redeeme the people let my Fate What ere Romes manners merit expiate Why should the easily conquer'd people die That can endure a Lord Strike onely me Me with all swords and Piles that all in vaine Our wronged lawes and liberties maintaine This throate shall peace to Italy obtaine After my death he that desires to raigne Need not make war but now let 's follow all The common Ensignes Pompey generall Though he orecome 't is not yet knowne that he Meanes to himselfe the worlds sole Monarchy I le helpe him conquer lest he should suppose He conquers for himselfe From this arose Young Brutus courage this graue speech too farre Made the young man in loue with civill war Now Phoebus driving the cold darke away They heard a noyse at doore v chast Martiae Come from Hortensius tombe stood knocking there Once given a Mayd in marriage happier But when the fruit and price of wedlocke she Three births had payd another Family To fill was fruitfull Martia lent a Bridle To joyne two houses by the Mothers side Now wâ—en Hortensius ashes vined rest She in her funerall robes beating her breast With often strokes and tearing her loose haire Sprinkled with ashes from the Sepulchre To please sowre Cato with a gesture sad Thus speakes Whilst blood childing strength I had Cato I did thy will two husbands tooke Now worne away and with oft travell â—roke I come no more to part grant now our old Wedlocks vntasted rites grant me to hold The empty name of wife and on my Tombe Write Cato's Martia lest in time to come It may be ask'de whether I left the bed Of my first Lord bestow'de or banished Nor câ—me I now prosperity to share But to partake thy labours and sad care Let me attend the Campe leaue me not heere In peace Cornelia to the war so neere These speaches mou'd the man though these times are Vnfit for Hymen when Fate cals to war VVithout vaine pompe to tye a nuptiall knot In the gods presence he refuses not No garlands on the marriage doores were worne Nor linnen fillets did the posts adorne No bridall Tapers shone no bed on high VVith Ivory steps and gold embrodery No Matron in a towred crowne that led The Bride forbid her on the threshold tread No yellow veile cover'd her face to hide The fearefull blushes of a modest Bride No precious girdle guirded her loose Gowne No Chaine adornd her necke nor linâ—en downe From off her shoulders her nak'de armes orespred So as she was funerall habited Even like her Sonnes her Husband she embrac'de A funerall robe aboue her purple plac'de The vsuall Iests were sparde the husband wants After the Sabine vse his marriage tants None of their kindred met the knot they tye Silent content with Brutus auspicy His ore-growne haire he from that sacred face Shaues not nor will in his sad lookes embrace One joy since first that wicked war begun He lets his vnshorne hoary lockes fall downe Ore his rough front and a sad beard to hide His cheekes for he alone from factions free'd Or hate had leasure for mankinde to weepe Nor in his bridall bed would Cato sleepe Even lawfull loue could continence reject These were his manners this sowre Cato's sect To keepe a meane hold fast the end and make Nature his guide dye for his Countreys sake For all the world not him his life was lent He thinks his feasts but hungers banishment His choisest buildings were but fence for cold His best attire rough gownes such as of old VVas Roman weare and nothing but desire Of progeny in him warm'd Venus sire Father and husband both to Rome was he Servant to justice and strict honesty For th'publike good in none of Catoes acts Creepes selfe borne pleasure or her share exacts Now with his fearefull troopes Pompey the great To Trojan Capua fled mean't there to seate The war his scatter'd strength there to vnite And his aspiring foes assaults to meete VVhere Apenine rais'd somewhat higher fills The midd'st of Italy with shady hills Then which no part of earth dooes swell more high In any place nor neerer meetes the sky The mountaine twixt two seas extended stands Th'vpper and lower sea on the right hand Is Pisae seated on the Tyrrhene shore Ancona on the left vex'd evermore VVith stormes and windes that from Dalmatia blow Heere from vast founâ—aines doe great rivers flow And into th'double seas divorce doe slide In severall channells downe on the left side Metaurus swift and strong Crustumium flow Isapis ioyn'd t'Isaurus Sonna too And Aufidus the Adriaticke beates Eridanus then which no river gets More ground whole forrests rowles into the sea Oreturn'd and robs of rivers Italy They say that Poplars on this rivers side First grew when Phaeton amisse did guide The day his wandring Chariot burnt the skie And scorcht the earth all rivers then were drye But this whose streames did Phoebus fires withstand Not lesse then Nile if on playne Libyan sand It flow'd like Nile not lesse then Ister 't were Vnlesse that Ister running every where The streames that fall into all seas does meet And not alone the Scythian Ocean greet From springs that downe the hils right side doe flow Rutuba Tyber swift Vulturnus grow Night-ayre infecting Sarnus Liris too Runnes strength'ned by the Vestine rivers through Maricars wooddy lands Siler that glides Through Salerne's fields Macra whose Ford abides No ships into the sea neere Luna fall The hill where he in length extended all Meeting the bâ—nding Alpes France oversees Totâ— ' Vmbrians Marsians and Sabellians is Ferâ—ile and does with wooddy armes embrace The people of the ancient Latine race Nor leaues he Italy before he end In the Scyllaean cavernes and extend Vnto Lacinian Iuno's house his hill Longer he was then Italy vntill The sâ—a divided him and water forc'd The land then when two meeting seas
bring to passe to dye By his owne hand no land from me is free My Trophees all that Titan sees possesse Going from thence Phâ—sis cold river sees Me conquerour in the North in the hote Zone Knowne Aegypt and Syene that at noone No shadow spreads my lawes the West obeyes Baetis that meets the faâ—thest VVesterne seas Me tam'd Arabia knowes th'Aenio he bold And Colchos fam'd for her stoâ—ne fleece of gold The Cappadorians from my Colours flie And lewes that serue an vnknowne Deitie Me soft Sophene feares th' Armenians Taurus and the subdu'd Cilicians VVhat warres for him but civill doe I leaue These words his souldiers with no shout receiue Nor are they eager of the fight their feares Great Pompey sees and backe his Standard beares Loath in so great a war to venture men Orecome with same of Caesar yet not seene As a Bull beat in the first fight he tries Through th' empty fields and desart forrests flies Exil'd and tries ' gainst ev'ry tree his hornes Nor till his strength be perfited returnes To pasture then recovering his command Maugure the Heardsman leads them to what land He lift so now as weakest Italy Dooes Pompey leaue and through Apuliâ— fly Himselfe immuring in Brundufirm's hold A towne by Cretan colonies of old Possest that in th' Athenian nauy fled VVhen lying sailes reported Theseus dead Hence Italy's now straightned coast extends Her selfe in forme of a thin tongue and bends Her hornes t' inclose the Adriaticke sea Nor yet could these straight shut vp waters be A haven if high cliffes winds violence Did not restraine and the tir'd waters fence On both sides Nature the windes tyranny To stop high cliffes opposes to the sea That ships by trembling cables held may stand Hence all the Maine lyes ope if to thy land We saile Corcyra or our courses bend On the left hand where Epidamnus tends To the Ionian thither Saylers flye When th'Adrian's rough and cloudes obscure the high Ceraunian mountaines and with violent dash The foaming seas Calabrian Sason wash When of forsaken Italy there was No hope at all nor that the war could passe Into the Spanish coast for twixt that land The lofty Alpes did interposed stand Thus th' eldest of his noble progeny Pompey bespake the worlds far Regions try Nile and Euphrates wheresoere my name Is spread and all the Cities where Romes fame I haue advaunc'd bring backe vnto the seas The now dispers'd Cicilian colonies The strength Pharnaces holds I charge thee bring Arme my Tigranes and th'Aegyptian King Those that inhabit both Armenia's ore And the fierce nation by the Euxine Shore Riphaean bands and those where Scythian carres On his slow back congeal'd Maeotis beares Why speake I more through all the East my Sonne Carry this war through every conquer'd towne I' th' world to vs all triumph'd regions joyne But you whose names the Latian feasts doe signe To Epire saile with the first Northeast winde Through Greece and Macedon new strength to finde While winter giues vs respite from the war To his commands they all obedient are And from th'Italian shore their anchors weigh Caesar impatient of warres long delay Or rest lest changing fates might ought withstand His flying Sonne in law pursues at hand So many townes at first assault surpriz'de And Forts disarmed others had suffic'de Rome the worlds head warres greatest booty left A prey but Caesar in all actions swift Thinking nought done whilst ought vndone remain'd Feircely pursues and though he haue obtain'de All Italy and that great Pompey liues In th' vtmost edge that both are there he grieues Nor would he let his foes passe foorth againe By Sea but seekes to stop the watry maine And with vast hills damme vp the Ocean But this great labour is bestow'de in vaine The Sea those mountaines swallowes mixing all With sands below so if high Erix fall Into the midst of the Aegaean Sea No land aboue the water seene can be Or if the lofty Gaurus quite torne downe Were to the bottome of Avernus throwne But when no earth throwne in would firmely stand Then with a bridge of fastned ships the Land He joynes each Galley doe foure anchors stay Once ore the Sea proud Xerxes such a way Made by report when ioyn'd by bridge he saw Sestos t' Abydos Europe t' Asia And fearing not th'Eastwinde nor Wests affront Walk'd ore the curled backe of Hellespont When ships their sayles round about Athos spread So now this Haven's mouth Ships straightened On which their Bulwarkes vp apace they raise And lofty towers stand trembling on the seas When Pompey saw that a new land orespread The ocean's face care in his brest is bred To ope the sea and carry foorth the warre Fill'd sailes and stretching shrowds the Ships oft bare Against these works breaking them downe made roome Into the Sea for other ships to come Oft well driven engines lighten'd the darke night With flying fires When time for their stolne flight Was come he warnes his men no Sailers noyse Might on the shore be heard nor trumpets voice Divide the houres nor cornets sound at all The marriners should to their charges call Now neere her end Virgo began to be And Libra followes his first day to see The silent fleete departs the anchors made No noise when from thicke sands their hookes are weigh'd Silent while they the sayle-yard bow and reare The maine-mast vp the fearefull masters are The Saylers softly spread their sailes nor dare Shake their strong shrowds within the whizzing aire The Generall makes his prayer Fortune to thee To giue him leaue t' abandon Italy Since thou 'lt not let him keepe it but alas The Fates will scarce grant that the waters flash And furrow'd with so many keeles at once The stâ—mme beat sea with a vast murmur grones The foes let in by gates and vp the wall Which faith by Fortune turn'd had open'd all Along the havens stagge-like Hornes they runne Swiftly to shore griev'd that the fleete was gon Is Pompey's flight so small a victory A straighter passage let him out to sea Then where th'Eubaean channell Chaleis beates Here stuck two shipps which fast the engine gets In fight and neere the shore the skirmish tri'de Heere first the Sea with civill blood was dy'de The Fleet escap'd of those two ships bereft So when Thessalia Iasons Argo left For Colchos bound Cyanean Isles at sea Shot foorth the tayle-maim'd Ship escap'd away Amidst the rockes in vaine the Ilands beat The empty sea she comes a sayler yet Now that the Sunne was neere the Easterne skie Declar'd palefac'd before his rosie dye The Plejades grow dimme each neerer star Looses his light Bootes lazy carre Turnes to the plaine complexion of the skies And Lucifer the great starres darkned flies From the hot day and now wert thou at sea Pompey not with such Fate as when from thee The fearefull Pirats through all seas retir'd Fortune revolts with thy oft triumphs tyr'd Now with thy
Lu Scipio father in law to Pompey the great fled from Luceria although hee had two strong Legions Marcellus to diminish the strength of Caesar counselled the Senate to make a decree that Caesar should deliver one Legion and Pompey another to Bibulus whom they pretended to send to the Parthian warâ—e Caesar according to the Senates decree delivered to him one Legion for himselfe and another Legion which he had borrowed of Pompey for a present supply after the great losse received by his two Praetors Teturius and Cotta both these Legions Caesar delivered and they were new in Scipio's campe c Lu Domitius Aenobarbus with twentie cohorts was in Corfinium hee had with him those souldiers of Pompeys who had enclosed the Forum when Milo was arraigned for Clodius death Hee sent fiue cohorts to breake downe the bridge of the River watch was three miles from the Towne but those cohorts meeting the forerunners of Caesars army were beaten backe againe d Spartacus a Thracian Fencer fled with 70 companions of his from Lentulus his games at Capua and gathering slaues to his party and arming them made vp an army of 70000 he overcame many Roman Prators and Consuls at last he was vanquished and slaine by Marcus Crâ—ssus c Caesar having wasted Germany with fire and sword after eighteene dayes returned in o France cutting downe the Bridge behind him that it should not be vsefull to the Germanes which Pompey detractingly calls a flight LVCANS Pharsalia The Third Booke The Argument Faire Iulia's Ghost a dreame to Pompey shewes Curio for corne into â—icilia goes To Rome comes Caesâ—r with vnarmed Bands Where though Metelius all in vaine withstands He robs the Treâ—sury Each Nations name That to the Warre in ayd of Pompey came Caesar thence hasts to Spaine and by the way Layes cruell siege to true Massilia But stayes not there himselfe Brutus maintaynes The siege and Caesars first Sea-conquest gaines THe wind-stuff'd sailes had sorth the Navy sent Into the main the Sailers lookes were bent Vpon th'â—onian wants but Pompey's eye Was nere tuâ—n'd backâ— from his deare Italy His natiue coast and that beloved â—hore Which fate ordaines he nere shall visite more Till the high cliffes no more for cloudes he seâ—s And the hilles lessening vanish from his eyes Sweete sleepe did then his weary limbes compose When Iulia's ghost through the cleft ground arose In wofull wise and with a funerall brand Seem'd fury-like before his face to stand From the blest soules abode th'Elizian field To Stygian darknesse and damn'd Ghosts exil'd Since this sad war I saw the furies fire Their brands quoth she to moue your wicked ire Charon preâ—ares more boates for soules to come And hell 's enlarged for tormenting roome Three sisters speedy hands cannot suffice For breaking threads has tyr'd the Destinies Pompey whilest mine a life triumphant led Thy fortunes changed with thy marriage bed Strumpet Cornelia damn'd by destiny To ruine her great Lords could marry thee My funerall fire scarse out Let her in flight Attend thee now and through this civill fight Follow thy Standard whilst I still haue power To brealâ—e your rest at every sleepy hower No how regiues freedome to your loues delight The day holds Caesar Iulia holds the night Lethe's dull waters made not me forget Thee husband and hell princes did permit That I should follow thee through both the hosts I le rush while thou art fighting Iuliaes ghost Shall tell thee still whose Sonne in law thou art Thinke not that war shall this alliance part Thâ—s war shall make vs meete againe This sed She through her fearefull lords embraces fled He though the gods by ghosts doe threaten still Madder of war with sure presage of ill Why are we scarr'd quoth he with fancies vaine Either no sense doth after death remaine Or death is nothing Now the setting Sunne To drowne as much of his bright Orâ—e begun As the Moone wants when after full she waines Or growes neere full Dyrrachium entertaines His navy now the Saylers make to shore Pull downe the sailes and labour at the oare Caesar perceiving all the Ships were gone Past sight with prosperous windes and he alone Left Lord in Italy no joy receiv'de In th' honour of great Pompey's flight but griev'd His foes fled safe along the Ocean No fortune could suffice this eager man Differring of the war to him seem'd more Then this small conquest but he now giues ore Warres care awhile entent on peace againe And knowing how the peoples loues to gaine That corne most stirres their hate most drawes their loues That onely famine to rebellion moues Cities and feare is bought where great men feede The sloathfull Commoâ—s nought starude people dread Curio is sent to the Sâ—ilian Townes Where once the violent Sea did either drowne Or cut the land and made it selfe a shore In the mid-land the waters ever roare And strugle there lest the two hills should close Part of the war into Sardinia goes Both famous Ilands for rich fruitfull fields No land to Italy more harvest yeelds Nor with more Corne the Roman Garners fills Not Libia these as Granaries excells When Boreas blasts the Southwindes ceasing teare The showring clowdes and make a fruitfull yeare These things provided thus with peacefull showes And Troopes vnarm'd to Rome the Conquerour goes Oh had he but come home with victory Onely of Brittaine France and Germany What long triumphant pompe what honour than What stories had he brought How th' Ocean And the Rhine both his Conquests brideled The noble Gaules and yellow Brittaines led Behind his lofty Chariot winning more He lost those triumphs were deserv'd before No flockeâ— of people now his comming greet VVith ioy all feare his lookes none stand to meet His troopes yet proud is he such feare to mooue And would not change it for the peoples loue Now Anxurs steepest hills he had orepast VVhere a moist path ore Pomine fennes is plac'd VVhere the high wood does Scythian Dian ' show VVhere to long Albaâ— feasts the Consuls goe From an high reeke he viewes the towne afar Not seene before in all his Northren war Then thus admiring his Romes wall he spake Could men not forâ—'d by any fight forsake Thee the gods seate VVhat City will they dare To fight for â—ere the gods their loues declare That not the furious Easterne nations Pannonians or swift Sarmatians Daci or Getes invade thee fortune spares Thee Rome in this to send thee civill warres Having so saint a cheife Then fearefull Rome He entâ—rs with his Troopes they thinke him come To fire and sacke the city not to spare The gods themselues This measure had their feare They thinke hee 'le doe what ere he can no songs No shoutes they counterfet in ioyfull throngs They scarse haue time to hate the fathers meet In Phoebus temple by no lawfull right Of convocation from their houses set And lurking holes the Consuls sacred seate VVas not suppli'de next them no Praetor fills His
roome but emâ—ty stand those honor'd Sells Caesar was all the Sâ—nate fit to beare VVitnesse of private power and grant what ere He please to aske Crowneâ— Temples their owne bloud Or banishment fortune in this was good He blusht more to command then Rome t' obey But liberty in this durst make assâ—y By one if law could overmaster force Metellus seeing the vast massy doores Of Saturn's temple ready to flye ope Running enrag'd breaking through Caesars troope Before the yet vnopen'd doore he stay'd Only the loue of gold is not afraide Of death and threatning swords the lawes are gone And broke without one â—onflict wealth alone The worst of things had power this iarre to make Staying the rapine thus the Tribune spake Aloud to Caesar thought this breast of mine The temple opes nâ—â—r asure shalt thou finde Robber but what thou buyest with sacred blood This office wrong'd will finde a vengefull God A Tribunes curse pursuing Crâ—ssus made A fatall Parthian war but draw thy blade Let not the peoples eyes scarre thee from this Thy wickednesse the towne forsaken is No wicked souldier from our treasuryes Shall pay himselfe finde other enemies To spoile and conquer other townes to giue No neede can thee to this foule rapine driue In me alone Caesar thou find'st a war These words incens'â— the angry conquerer In vaine Metellus hâ—p'st thou to obtaine A noble death quoth he we scorne to staine Our hand in such a throat no dignity Makes thee worth Caesars 〈◊〉 must liberty Be sau'd by thee the fates confound not so All this but that the lawes rather then owe To thee their preservatâ—on would be broke And tane away by Caesar thus he spoke But when the temple doores the Tribune stout Left not more angry growne he lookes about On his keene swords to play the gowne man now He had forgot when Cotta gan to woo Metellus to giue ore his enterprise The freedome of men subjugated dyes By freedomes selfe quoth he whose shadow thou Shalt keepe if all his proud commands thou doo So many vnjust things haue conquer'd we Already suffred and this now must be Th' excuse t' our shame and most degenerate feare That naught can be deny'd now let him beare Away from hence these seeds of wicked war Losse hurts those people that in freedome are Worst to the Lord is serving poverty Metellus is remoov'd and open'd be The temple doores all the Tarpejan hill With horrid noyse the broken hinges fill And from the bottome of the temple there The Roman peoples wealth which many a yeere Had not been toucht which Carthage warres to vs And the two Kings Philip and Perseus Both conquer'd brought is ransackt gold they reaue Which flying Pyrrhus to thee Rome did leaue For which Fabritius would no traytour be What ere the vertuous frugality Of our forefathers had yet kept vnspent And Asias wealthy tributaries sent What ere Metellus brought from conquer'd Crete And ore the seas from Cyprus Cato â—et The spoyles of all the East and treasures proud Of captiue Kings which Pompey's triumphs show'd This temples impious robbing brought to passe That Rome then first then Caesar poorer was Now had great Pompey's fortune drawne from all The world strong nations with himselfe to fall Aid to the war so neere first Graecia lends And Cyrrha on the Rocke Amphissia sends Her Phocian bands Parnassus learned hill From both her tops sends men Baeotians fill The campe neere whom th' oraculous waters flow Of swift Cephissus men from Pisa too And Theban Dirce and where vnder sea Alphaeus sends his streames to Sicily Th'Arcadians leaue their Maenalus and from Herculian Octa the Trachinians come The Thesprots came and their now silent oake Th'Epirots neere Chaonia forsooke Athens though wasted now with musters quite Yet levies men and to this civill fight Three Saliminian ships sends from her fleet To Phaebus dedicated Ioue-lou'd Crete From Gnossus and Gortina sends to 'th field Archers that need not to the Parthians yeeld Souldiers from out Dardanian Oricum From Athamas and from Encheleae come Fam'd for transformed Cadmus funeralls From Colchos where Absyrtus foaming falls Into the Adrian those where Peneus flowes He that Iolchos in Thessalia plowes Thence was the sea first try'd when Argo bore Those that first sailed to a forreine shore And first of all committed fraile mankinde To mercy of the raging sea and winde That ship taught men a way vnknowne to die From Thracian Aemus and from Pholoe Beely'd with Centaures and from Strymon too From whence the birds to Nile in winter goe From barbarous Cone where into the seas Sixe headed Ister dooes one channell ease At Peuce souldiers come the Mysian And cold Caicus-washt Idalian Barren Arisbe helpes and Pitane Celenae by Apolloes victory Condemn'd that curst Minervaes fatall gift Where into crook'd Maeander Marsyas swift Falling there mingled backe againâ— dooes flow The land that from gold mines letts Hermus goe And rich Pactolus those of Ilium With Ilium's fate to falling Pompey come The tale of Troy and Caesar pedegree Drawne from Iulius could no hindrance be The Syrian people from Orâ—ntes goe Windy Damascus happy Minos too Gaza and Idumaea rich in Palmes Instable Tyre Sidon whom purple fames These ships bound to the war the Cynosure Guides straight along the sea to none more sure Phaenicians that if fame we dare beleeue To humane speech first characters did giue The rivers yet had not with paper serv'd Aegypt but â—arv'd beasts birds and stones preserv'd Their magicke language Taurus lofty wood Forsaken is Tarsus where Perâ—eus flood From Coricus digg'd from an hallow rocke Mallos and Aegae the Cilicians flocke No Pirates now but to a just war prest Fame of this war had stirr'd the farthest East Where Ganges is that only crosse dooâ—s run Of all earth's rivers to the rising Sunne And roules his waues against the Easterne winde Philips great Sonne there stay'd was taught to finde The world more large then his ambitious mind Conceiu'd it and where double channell'd Inde Feeles not Hydaspes mixture Indians That sucke sweete liquor from their sugar canes And those whose haire with saffron is bedy'd Whose garments loose with colour'd gemmes are ty'd Those that aliue their funerall piles erect And leape into the flames helping t' effect Fates worke what glory 't is content to liue No more the remnant to the gods to giue Fierce Cappadocians th' hardy Nations Neare to Ammannus the Armenians Neare strong Niphates the Coastrae from Their lofty woods and the Arabians come Into an vnknowne world wondring to see Shaddowes of woods on the right hand to be Farthest Olostrians come to Romane war Carmanian Captaines too who Southward far See not the set of the whole Northerne Beare By night but little shines Bootes there The Aethiopian land not seene at all By any of the signes Septentrionall But crooked Taurus hoofe those people too Whence great Euphrates and swift Tygris flow From one spâ—ing Persis sends them 't is
hornest ' engirâ— the adverse fleet As when strong windes with tydes repugnant meet One way the Sea the waues another go These ships vpon the furrow'de Ocean so Make different tracts and waues vpon the maine Which oares rais'd the sea beats downe againe But the Greeke vessels were more nimble far Either to flye or turne about the war They could without long tedious turning weild Themselues and quickly to the sterne could yeeld The Roman ships slow keel'd would firmely stand And lend sure footing like a fight by land The master then of his Praetorian ship Brutus be spake why doest thou let them slip Leaue thy Sea-tricks and joyne the battells close ' Gainst the Phocaicke stemmes â—ur ships oppose He straight obeyes and turnes his owne broâ—d side Against their stemmes what ship so ere they tride To encounter her with her owne stroke orecome Stiâ—kes fast and is surprisde they hoâ—ke in some With oares some some they with chaines hold fast On the seas cover'd face the war is plac'd No brandisht Iavelins manage now the war No darted steele bestowing wounds from far Hands ioyne with hands and in this Navall fight The sword acts all in their owne ships vpright They face their foes prone strokes some fal down slaine In their owne ships dy'd is the Ocean And the waues stiffen'd with congealâ—d blood Ships hook't together could not meet withstood By falling carcasses some halfe dead sinke And their owne bloud mixt with salt water drinke Some that desire their strugling liues to keepe Fall in the ruines of their broken ship Iavelins that mist the aime they did intend Fall in the sea and finish there their end Finding their bodies to receiue a wound A Roman ship by Greeks inviron'd round Fights stiffely still on left hand and on right Maintaining long ' gainst all a doubtfull fight Vpon whose lofty decke whilst Taâ—us bold Strived a seazed Graecian flag to hold Two darts together sent together split His breast and backe and in the middle meet The blood not knowing yet which way to run Makes stand but out at last both darts are throwne He in two wounds his dying soule divides Hither his ship whilst haplesse Telo guides Then whom none better on a boistrous sea Could guide a ship none better knew then he Tomorrow 's weather if the Sunne he spy'de Or Moone and could for futâ—â—re stormes provide He vvith his stemme a Roman ship had broke But through his heart a trembling javelin stroke The ship turnes off following his dying hand Gyareus leaping to his friends command Straight with a Roman javelin strongly flung Was slaine and to the ship fast nailed hung Two twinnes stand vp their fruitfull mothers fame That from one wombe with fates far different came Death parâ—s them their sad parents reft of one Without mistaking know their living sonne Whose lookes the cause of lasting sorrow keepe And make his friends for his slaine brother weepe One of those twinnes from his Greeke ship was bold Vpon a Roman keele to lay strong hold But from aboue a stroke cuts off his hand Which in the place did still fast bended stand And kept the hold the nerues more stiffe became By death his courage by this noble maime Was rais'd and greater by this accident His valiant left hand ' gainst his foes he bent And rushes on his lost right hand to reach But that alas another sword did fetch Off by the shoulder now both hands were gone Nor sword nor target could he weild yet downe He did not sinke but naked breasted stood Formost to saue his armed brothers blood And there all darts all wounds that were ordain'd For many deaths one dying breast contein'd And then his soule fleeting so many wayes He recollects and in his tir'd limmes stayes That little strength and blood was left to skip Before his death into the Roman ship His enemies by weight alone t' oppresse For now the ship laden with carcasses And full of blood bor'd through the side had been And through her â—eakes drinking the water in Was fill'd vp to the hatches sinking than It turn'd the face of the neere Ocean The waters to the sinking ship gaue way And in her roome clos'd vp againe That day Miraculous fates the Ocean did behold An iron hooke throwne to lay violent hold Vpon a ship on Lycidas did light Drown'd had he been but his friends hinder'd it And on his lower parts caught hold in two The man was pluckt nor did his blood spin slow As from a wound but gushing in one spout From all his broken vaines at once let out Into the sea falls his life-carrying blood Never so great a passage open stood To let out any soule life straight forsakes His lower halfe since vitall parts it lackes But in his vpper halfe since in that part Lay the soft lungs and life susteining heart Death staâ—es a while and findes repugnancy Nor at one time could all his members dye The men that mann'd one ship eager of fight All pressing to one side leaue empty quite The other side whose weight ore turn'd the ship Which topsie turvy sinking downe did keepe The Saylers vnder water all of them Were drown'd nor could their armes haue roome to swim One horrid kind of death that day was seene A yong man swimming was whose breast betweene Two meeting Ships sharpe stemms was bored through The brazen stemms through bones and flesh did goe And made a noise his squeezed belly sent Vp through his mouth blood mixt with excrement But when the ships divide themselues againe The body throwne into the Ocean The water through his bored bosome came Now in the Sea shipwrack'd Massiâ—iaâ—s swame Towards their fellowes ship to saue their liues But that already over burden'd strâ—ues To keepe her friends though thus distressed out And from aboue with swords the Souldiers cut Their armes when hold vpon the ship they lay Then downe againe into the Sea fall they Leauing their hands behinde the Ocean Can now no longer their maim'd trunkes sustaine But now when all the Souldiers darts were gone Fury finds weapons Oares by some are throwne Against their foes with a strong arme The mast Do some teare downe and in their fury cast Some teare the Saylers seates bords from the decke Some throwe for weapons they their ships do breake Some wanting swords their friends dead bodies spoile From his owne breast one drawes the mortall Pile With the left hand holding the wound so long To keepe in blood and strength till he had flung The iavelin at his foe then lets it run But nothing wrought so much destruction At Sea as Seas opposed Element The fire which wrapt in vnctious stuffe was sent And sulphur balles the ships apt fuell were Their pitch and melting waxe tooke easily fire Nor now could water quench th'vnruly flame Fragments of broken ships still burning swam Into the Sea to quench his fire one skips For feare of drowning to the burning ships Another cleaues that
and lets their choller spend in vaine Till Sol descended to the Ocean And starres appear'd then when no hope 's at all Of fight their feircenesse does by little fall Their mindes grow cold So is most courage found In late hurt men whilest freshnesse of the wound And the blood hot giues nimble motion To every nerue and muscles guide the bone If the wound-giver hold his hand and stay Then a cold numnesse strength being tane away Seizes the minde and the stiffe members tyes The wound growne cold the blood congealing dryes The Souldiers wanting water through each creeke Of the digg'd earth for hidden fountaines seeke Not only now the mattocke and the spade But swords earth-digging instruments are made Downe from the tops of mountaines as profound They goe as lyes the lowest marish ground Farther from day and deeper in earths mould Divers not the searcher for Assyrian gold But no sought rivers hidden course is showne No springs appear'd opening the Pummice stone No bubbling brooke rowles little pibble stones Nor sweating caue makes distillations Weary with digging then the sweating men Are from those rocky pits drawne out againe And this vaine search of water the dry aire Makes them lesse able to endure nor dare They fâ—ede their weary bodyes eating nought As mediâ—â—ne against thirst is hunger sought If the soft earth doe moisture yeild they bring The clods ore their mouths with both hands wring The blacke vnstirred mud that every sinke Affâ—rds by strife the greedy Souldiers drinke And what to saue their liues they would haue stucke To take now dying drinke like beasts some sucke Beasts dugs and when milke failes with greedy jaw Meere blood from their exhausted udders draw Hearbs and greene leaues they wring bedewed twigs They licke and juce of bleeding vines small sprigs Of tâ—ees they for their tender sap doe squeeze Oh happy men whom barbarous enemyes Flying by e poysoning all the rivers kill'd But Caesar though these rivers should be fill'd With poysons carrions and pale Aconite Growing on Cretan rockes yet knowing it These Romans then would drinke their bowells now Are scorcht their mouths tongs dry'd rougher grow Their veines shrinke vp their lungs in this distresse Not moist contract the breathing passages Breathings hard drawne their vlcer'd palates teare They ope their thirsty moutâ—es to drinke nights aire And wish such showres as all did lately drowne And the dry cloudes their lookes are fixt vpon But that which most encreas'd their misery They were encamp'd not no dry Meroe Nor where the naked Garamantes plow Hot Cancers tropicke but betweene the flow Of swift Iberus and full Sicoris The thirstie campe two neighbouring rivers sees Now both the generals yeild Afranius layes Downe armes and peace become a suppliant prayes Inâ—o the enemies campe his starved bands Drawing before the conquerors feete he stands Then begging pardon with a carelesse breast He lost no Majesty but twixt his â—ast And former state he beares himselfe in all A conquer'd man but yet a generall Had I fall'n vnder a base enemy I had not lack'd an hand my selfe to free Know then the cause that now I beg to liue I thinke thee Caesar worthy life to giue For no sides favour nor as foes to thee Did we take armes both Generalls were we Before this civill war and haue maintain'd The former cause now wee 'll not fate withstand Spaine we deliver vp and ope the East Of all the world behind thou now mayst rest Secure nor has much bloods effusion Sharpe swords or weary'd armes this conquest won Onely thy foes that thou hast conquered Forgiue nor beg we much grant vs to lead Vnarm'd those liues that thou hast now bestow'd Suppose that all our slaughtered troopes lay strow'd Over the fieldâ— to mixe vnfortunate With happy armes and we participate Thy tryumphs were vnfit our fates we know h Compell vs not with thee to conquer now But Caesar gently and with smiling cheare Both pardons and dismisses them from war But when the league was firmely ' gree'd vpon The souldiers to th' vnguarded rivers run Fall on the bankes troubling the granted streame But long continued draughts in many of them Not suffering aire through th' empty veines to flye Shut vp their liues nor could they easily Cease this dry plague but though their guts they fill The covetous disease is craving still At last their nerues and strength againe it brings Oh luxury too prodigall of things Content with no provision easily brought Ambitious hunger for things dearely sought Ore land and sea pride of a sumptuous table See what small store to cherish life is able And nature please these Souldiers fainting soules No vnknowne Consuls noble wine in bowles Of mirrhe and gold restores from fountaines pure Water and bread their fleeting liues assure Wretches that follow warres These souldiers Being now disarm'd are made secure from cares Exempt and innocent returne againe To their owne townes When peace they did obtaine How much they griev'd that ever they had cast One pile or suffer'd thirst or ever askt The gods in vaine to grant them prosperous warres For to the happyer fighting Souldiers What toiles through all the world what doubtfull fields Remaine to fight Though fortune alwayes yeilds Happy successe yet must they oftentimes Conquer spill blood throughout all lands and elimes And follow Caesar through all fates of his When the world's ruine's neare he happy is That knowes his setled place Their weary armes No war calls forth their sleepes no loud alarmes Disturbes their wiues children and houses they And lands though no deducted colony Enjoy by fortune from this burden free'd No favour does their mindes disquiet brâ—ed One generall sav'd their liues tâ—ther their owne Commander was Thus happy they alone Free'd from desires the civill warres behold But through the world this fortune did not hold She durst act some what against Casar's side Where long f Salonae's beaten with the tide Of th' Adriaticke sea where Zephyre blowes Vpon the warme Iader's gentle flowes Antâ—nius there trusting the warlike bands Of his Curetes whose environ'd lands The Adriaticke sea encircles round Was straight beseidged in the vtmost bound Safe from warres reach if famine that alone Conquers the strongest fortresses were gone The ground no pasture for their horses yeilds Nor yellow Ceres cloaths the fallow'd feilds The men eat grassâ— and when the feilds grow bare The grasse from off their camps dry'd turffes they teare But when their friends on th' adverse shore they spy'd And Zasilâ—â— the admirall they try'd New wayes of flight by sea for their sterne end They did not hoift nor did their keele extend As custome was but with vnusuall sleight Firme timber boates to beare a mighty weight They made These empty boates on every side Susteine the ship whose double rancke was ty'd With chaines acrosse Nor were the oares dispos'd On th' open front to the foes darts expos'd Only that sea that was enclosed round By those conjoyned boates
ghosts expect your side and house to come And for great Pompey in Elysium Prepare a place The houre shall shortly come Envie not then the glory of so small A life that in one world shall lodge you all Make hast to meete your deaths and with a minde Haughty though from small funeralls descen'd To tread vpon the soules of Roman gods For burialls â—all this mortall odds And the Pharsalian fight must only try Who shall by Nile and who by Tyber lye But seeke not thou thy destiny to heare Which fate though I be silent will declare A surer prophet shall thy father be In Sicily although vncertaine he Whither to call thee whence to bid thee flee Or in what coast or climate safe to be Teare Europe Asia Affricke fates divide Your funerall as they your triumphs did Oh wretched house to you the world shall yeild No place more happy then Pharsalia's field Thus having spoke the carcasse did remaine VVith a sad looke and begg'd for death againe But could not die without a magicke spell And herbes nor could the fates restore to hell His soule once sent from thence VVith that the witch Builds vp a lofty funerall pile to which The dead man comes she layes him on the fires Leaues him and lets him dye and then retires With Sextus to his fathers campe and now The welkin gan Auroraes light to show But to the campe till Sextus take his way The darke charm'd night kept off approaching day FINIS Libri Sexti Annotations on the sixt Booke a From their campes by the river Apsâ—â— both generalls at one time brought forth their armies Pompey entending to entercept M. Anthonius and Caesar entending to ioyne with Anthony Anthony certified by some Greekes of Pompey's ambushes kept within his campe till the next day Caesar came to him Pompey then fearing to be enclosed by two armies departing thence marched to asparagu neere Dyrrachium and there encamped thither also marched Caesar and encamped not far from him b Caesar wanting provision was desirous of battell but Pompey better provided of all necessaries purposely delayed it c Caesar perceiving that Pompey would not bee drawne out to fight the next day by a great compasse and difficult way went to Dyrrachium hoping to exclud Pompey thence where his corne and provision lay which Pompey perceiving went thither also by a neerer way d Caesar that his owne men might with the lesse danger forrage and fetch in corne as also to hinder Pompey from forraging and to lessen his estimation among forreine nations kept with garrisons all the tops of the hills and fortified castles there and drew strong trenches from castle to castle so on every side enclosing Pompey The worke extended fifteene miles in compasse being so tarâ—e that Pompey within wanted nothing and Caesar could not man his workes round e Caesars souldiers wanting victuall besieged Pompey abounding with all store of provision Pompey seeing the strange vnheard of food that Caesars souldiers eate while they besieged him said that he now made warre against beasts f Pompey vnderstanding by some renegadoes that Caesars crosse trench betweene the two bulwarkes toward the sea was not finished sent a ship manned with archers and other souldiers to assault the defenders of the worke behind Himselfe about the end of night came thither also with his forces Caesars cohorts that watched there neere the sea seeing themselues assaulted both by land and sea ran away whom the Pompeyans pursued with a great slaughter till Mar. Anthonius with twelue cohorts comming downe the hill made the Pompeyans retreat againe g Caesar to repaire that dayes losse assaulted with three and thirty cohorts the castle which Torquatus kept and beate the Pompeyans from the trench Which Pompey hearing brought his fift Legion to their succour Caesars horsemen fearing to be enclosed began first to flie which the foote seeing and seeing Pompey there in person fled also this victory if Pompey had pursued he had vtterly overthrowne Caesar h Pompey the great slaine vpon the bankes of Nile i Iuba King of Mauritania which had slaine Curio and his Legions before in the Affrican war was vanquished by Caesar and fearing to fall into Caesars hands 〈◊〉 and Petrejus slew each other k For in these two conflicts Caesar lost nine hundred footmen sixty two horsemen thirty Centurions tenne Tribunes and thirty two Ensignes of war LVCANS Pharsalia The Seventh Booke The Argument Great Pompey's flattering dreame his souldiers all Eager of battell vrge their Generall Their wish though rash and fatall findes defence In Ciceroes vnhappy eloquence Against his will great Pompey's forc'd to yeild The signalls given Pharsalias dreadfull field Is fought Romes liberty for ever dyes And vanquisht Pompey to Larissa flyes SAd Titan later Thetis lap forsooke Then natures law requir'd and never tooke A crosser way as if borne backe againe By the sphaeres course would be eclipsed faine Attracting cloudes not food t' his flames to yeild But loath to shine vpon Pharsalia's field That night of Pompey's happy life the last Deceiv'd by flattering sleepes he dream'd him plac'd In the Pompeyan Theater among Romes people flocking in vnnumber'd throng Where shouting to the skyes he heard them raise His name each roome contending in his praise Such were the peoples lookes such was their praise VVhen in his youth and first tryumphant dayes Pompey but then a gentleman of Rome Had quieted the west and Spaine orecome Scattring the troopes revolt Sertorius led And sat by th' Senate as much honoured In his pure candid as trumphall gowne VVhither the doubtfull fancy fearefull growne Of future fate run backe to former joyes Or prophesying by such sights implyes Their conâ—rary and bodes ensuing woe Or else on thee fortune would thus bestow A fight of Rome that could not otherwise Oh doe not wake him from this sleepe to rise No trumpet peirce his eare the next nights rest VVith the foregoing day's sad war opprest VVill nought but fights but blood and slaughter show Happy were Rome could she but see though so Her Pompey blest with such a dreame at this And happy night oh would the deityes Had given one day Pompey to Rome and thee That both assured of your destiny Might reape the last fruit of a loue so deere Thou goest as if thy Rome should thee interre And she still mistresse of her wish in thee Hopes that the fates lodge not such cruelty As to depriâ—◠〈◊〉 of thy honour'd tombe To mourne for thee old men and young would come Children vntaught would weepe the Matrons all VVith haire as once at Brutus funerall Loose hung would beat their breasts now though they feare The swords of the iniurious Conquerer Though he himselfe relate thy death they 'll mourne At publike sacrifice as they adorne Ioues house with laurell wretched men whose mone Conceal'd in sighs must vent it selfe alone And dares not sound in publike theaters Now had the rising Sunne obscur'd the starres VVhen all the souldiers murmuring vp
and downe The fates now drawing the worlds ruine on Desire a signall to the fight poore men VVhose greater part should never see the end Of that sad day about their Generalls tent Hasting the houre of their neere death they vent Their passions and complaints and franticke growne Their owne and publike fate they hasten on They call great Pompey sluggish timorous Patient of Caesar and ambitious Of soveraignety desirous still to reigne Ore all those Kings and fearing peace againe The Kings and Easterne nations all complain'd VVarre was prolong'd and they from home detain'd The gods when they our ruine had decreed VVould make it thus our owne erroneous deed Ruine we sought and mortall warres requir'd In Pompey's campe Pharsalia is desir'd Noâ— did this wish want Cicero's defence The greatest author of Romes eloquence In whose growne-rule fierce Catiline did feare The peacefull axes Now turn'd souldier From barres and pleadings had beene silent long And this bad cause thus strengthens with his tongue Pompey for all her gifts fortune implores That thou wouldst vse her now thy Senators Thy kings and all the suppliant world entreat Thy leaue to conquer Caesar shall he yet So long a war against mankind maintaine VVell may the forreigne nations now disdaine VVho suddainely were vanquished by thee That Pompey is so slow in victory VVhere 's now thy spirit thy confidence of fate Canst thou now doubt the gods ah most ingrate Or fear'st thou to commit into their hand The Senates cause thy troopes without command Their Eagles will advance 't were shame for thee To be compell'd to conquer if thou be Our generall and ours the war to try The hazard lyes in our authority VVhy hold'st thou the worlds swords from Caesar's throat They all are drawne almost and tarry not Thy â—low alarmes make hast lest thy command They all forsake the Senate does demand If they thy souldiers or companions be Great Pompey sigh'd to see how contrary The gods were bent and fortune crost his mindâ— If you be all quoth he this way inclin'd And me a souldier not a generall The time require I le be no let at all To fate let fortune all these nations cast Into one ruine be this day the last To the great'st part of men But witnesse Rome Pompey 's enforc'd to this sad field to come The warres whole worke neede not haue cost one wound But Caesar without blood subdu'd and bound Might haue bin brought to answere injur'd peace What fury 's this oh blinde in wickednesse To conquer without blood in civill war You are afraid Masters o'th'land we are The seas are wholly ours the famisht foe To fetch in Corne vnripe is forc'd to goe And 't is become his wish by swords to dye And with his ruine mixe our tragedy In this some part is finisht of the war That our fresh-water souldiers doe not feare The fight if that be in true valour done Into extreamest dangers many run For feare of future ill valiant'st is he That feares not t'vndergoe a danger nigh Nor to differ it Would you then commit Your strength to fortunes hand and to one fight The worlds estate desiring all that I Should rather fight then get the victory The rule of Romes estate thou didst bestow Fortune on me receiue it greater now Protect it in this wars blinde chance to me Nor crime nor honour shall this battell be Caesar thy wicked prayers ' gainst mine prevaile We fight how dismall to all people shall This day appeare how many lands vndone Shall be how crimson shall Enipeus run With Roman bloud would the first pile of all This mortall war would light if I could fall Without the ruine of our side on me For not more joyfull can the conquest be Pompey a name shall be to every one Of hate or pity when this fight is done The conquer'd shall endure the worst of woe The worst of crimes the Conquerour shall doe With that the reines be to their fury giues Suffring the fight So th'artlesse sailer leaues His helpelesse barke when Corus blasts are growne Too strong to guidance of the windes alone A fearefull murmuring noise rose through all parts Of th'campe and diversly their manly hearts Beat ' gainst their breasts vpon the face of some Appear'd the palenesse of a death to come And ghastly lookes that day they thinke fate brings A lasting state of rule on earthly things And what Rome was after this field is fought Be ask'd no man of his owne danger thought Amaz'd with greater feares Who when he sees All shores oreflowne and th'vncurb'd Ocean rise Ore mountaines tops the Firmament and Sunne Fall downe to earth in such confusion Could feare his owne estate no private state Has time to feare but Romes and Pompey's fate Nor did they trust their swords vnlesse sharpe set On stones the points of their dull piles they whet Each archer fitts his bow with surest strings And choisest arrowes in his quiver brings Horse-men sharpe spurres provide and strongest raines So when earths Giants vpon Phlegra 's plaines If with the actes of gods our humane warres We may compare rebell'd the sword of Mars In Aetna's fâ—rge and Neptunes three-fork'd speare Were scowr'd and sharpen'd Phoebus arrowes there With Python dull'd made sharpe the blew-ey'd maide Vpon her sheild Medusa's haires display'd Ioues lightning then the Cyclops moulded new Fortune foretold the woes that should ensue By many tokens for the stormy sky Withstood their marches into Thessaly The cloudes against their eyes did lightnings throw Meteors like lampes like fiery posts in show And beamâ—s cloud-breaking Typhons did arise And lightnings flashes dimm'd and closd their eyes Their helmets plumes were sindg'd their piles did meltâ— Sword-blades dissolv'd run downe the hilts they felt Their impious swords with sulphur from the skyes Did smoake their Ensignes hid with swarmes of Bees Could scarce be pluck'd from ground the bearers bow'd Themselues to get them vp which seem'd oreflow'd With teares from thence even to Thessalia The bull from th' holy altars ran away And to Pharsalia field directly flyes VVhilest their sad altar wants a sacrifice But what night furyes what Eumenides VVhat Stygian powers or gods of wickednesse VVhat hellish feinds Caesar didst thou appease Preparing for such wicked warres as these Whether the gods or their owne feare had wrought These wonders doubtfull t is but many thought They saw Olympus meete with Pindus hill And Aemus fall th'adjoyning valleyes fill That in the night Pharsalia sounded loud The noise of battell that Baebei's flowd Swiftly with blood But most admired they To see each others face show darke the day Grow pale and night their helmets overspread Their fathers ghosts and all their kinsemen dead T' appeare before their eyes But this alone Comforted their sicke mindes knowing their owne Impious entents brothers to kill and ope Their fathers throates they hence conceived hope Thinking these monsters and portents t'imply Th' accomplishment of their impiety No wonder t is if
the armyes marching on apace Neere met stood parted but a little space They veiw'd each others hands striving to know Each others face thinking which way to throw Their piles from whence their fates most threatning show What monstrous acts they were about to doe There they their brothers and their fathers spy'd Against them stand yet would not change their side But piety their breasts amazed held And the cold blood in every limme congeal'd And every souldier his prepared pile And ready stretch'd-out arme contain'd a while The gods send thee ô Craestinus not death The common plague but feeling after breath VVhose pile first throwne of all the fight began And Thessaly with Roman bloâ—d did staine Oh frantike violence did Caesar stand Quiet and was there a more forward b hand Shrill cornets then began the aire to wound Th' alarums beat and all the trumpets sound The noise and showts of souldiers peirce the sky And reach the convexe of Olympus high Aboue the thundring cloudes the noise they make The Thracian Aemus sounding valleys take High Pelion's cavernes eccho backe the sound VVhich Pindus and Pangaean rockes rebound Th'Octaean mountaines grone the souldiers feare Their showtes thus eccho'd from all hills to heare Numberlesse piles with different mindes are throwne Some wish to wound others to light vpon The ground and keepe their harmelesse hands from ill Chance rules them and makes guilty whom she will But the least part of slaughter heere was done VVith darts and flying steele the sword alâ—ne Was able civill quarells to decide And Roman hands ' gainst Roman breasts to guide Pompey's great army narrowly dispos'd In a thicke Phalanx stand with bucklers clos'd For fence but wanted roome their rankes thus fill'd To throw their piles their swords or armes to weild But Caesars loose-rank'd troopes all nimbly goe And the thicke armed wedges of the foe Making their way through men and steele assaile And through the strongest joynted coates of maile Peirce the ill guarded breasts each stroke findes out A breast though nere so fenc'd with armes about One army suffers tother makes the war All cold and guiltlesse Pompeys weapons are All Caesars impious swords are reeking hot But fortune heere long doubting waver'd not She swiftly bore fitting so great a day A mighty ruine torrent-like away When Pompey's horse ore all the fields at large Had spred their wings the foes in flanke to charge The light arm'd souldiers scatter'd all attended And ' gainst the foe their missile weapons bended With their owne weapons every nation fought Yet by all hands the Roman blood was sought Arrowes stones fire lead headed darts were throwne Which melted in the aires hot motion There th'Ituraeans Medes Arabians shot Their shafts good archers all yet levell'd not The aire beâ—ore their eyes was only sought By their wilde aimes yet death from thence was wrought But no dire crime could staine the forraine steele Nought could worke mischiefe but the Roman pile The ayre was daâ—kened with thicke arrowes flight VVhich ore the fields orespread a suddaine night Then c Caesar fearing lest his front should yeild To their assault obliquely cohorts held VVhich suddainly from the right wing he sent VVhither the wheeling horse their forces bent But Pompey's horse vnmindefull now of fight Nor stay'd by shame at all take speedy flight Vnhappily alas were civill wars Left to the trust of barbarous souldiers As soone as ere some galled horse had throwne Their riders and their limbs had trampled on The horsemen fled and left the field each one Or turning reines vpon their fellowes run No fight ensues but execution hot One side with sword the other with bare throat Made war nor could Caesarian hands suffice To execute their routed enemies Oh would the blood that barbarous breasts did yeild Could haue suffic'd Pharsalia's mortall field And that no other blood thy streames might staine Let those bones scattered ore thy fields remaine But if thou wouldst with Roman blood be fill'd Spare all the nations Let the Spaniards wilde Th' Armenians Syrians and Cilicians Galatians Gaules and Cappadocians Surviue for when this civill war is done These people will be Romans every one These feares once rais'd through every quarter fly Sent by the fates for Caesars victory Then came the war to Pompey's Roman power The war that variously had wander'd ore The fields there stucke there Caesars fortune stay'd No forreine Kings fought there no barbarous ayde From severall nations to that place was brought There their owne brothers there their fathers fought Mischiefe and fury rag'd there Caesar are Thy crimes oh fly from this sad part of war My soule and leaue it to eternall night Let no succeeding age by what I write Learne how much ill may be in civill fight Or rather let our teares and sorrowes dy What heere thou didst O Rome conceal'd shall be Caesar th'inciting fury of his men And spur to their blind rage lest his guilt then Should wanting be at all rides through all parts Adding new fury to their fired hearts Viewing their swords looking whose points with gore VVere lightly stain'd whose blades were bloody'd ore Who faulter in their blowes who hold their hand Who faintly strike who fight as by command And who with greedinesse who changes looke To see a Roman slaâ—ne himselfe then tooke Survey of bodyes gasping on the ground To let out all the bloâ—d crushing their wounds As fierce Enyo shakes her bloody lance And Mars incites his warlike Thracians Or driues with furious lashes ore the field His Horses starting at Minerva's shield Blacke nights of slaughter and dire deedes arise Like one great voyce the dying souldiers cries Clashing of armed breasts falling to ground And swords with swords meeting and breaking sound He with fresh swords his souldiers still supplyes To strike the faces of their enemies Forcing them on still vrging at their backe And with his javeling beating on the slacke Against the Senate not Plebejan fâ—es He guides their hands and swords full well he knowes VVhere the lawes liue where the states blood does flow Where he may conquer Rome and overthrow The worlds last liberty Together then Fall Senators with Roman Gentlemen Those honour'd names Metells Lepidi Corvini and Torqauati slaughter'd dy That oft commanders ore great Kings haue bin And except Pompey all the best of men In a Plebejan helme disguised there What weapon noble d Bruâ—us didst beare The Senates highest hope Râ—mes greatest grace The last of all thy ancient honour'd race Through the arm'd foes rush not too rashly on Nor seeke out thy Philipâ—iâ—ke faâ—e too soone Fate will to thee a Thessaly allot In vaine thou aimest there at Caesars throte He has not yet mounted the top of fate And reach'd that height that governes humane state To meâ—it that braue death no let him reigne That he as Brutus offring may he slaine Heere call Romes honour dyes heere heap'd on high The slaughter'd Senate with Plebeians ly But ' mongst those nobles that
and vnknowne If thou hadst beene not first but onely seat Of wicked war Oh giue vs leaue to hate This guilty land ye gods why doe you staine The world t'absolue it so the blood in Spaine Sicilian seas Mutina Leucas spilt Has quite absolv'd Philippi fields from guilt FINIS Libri Septims Annotations on the seventh Booke a The same day when this great Pharsalian field was fought an Augur C. Cornelius being then at Padua observing his rules of augury told vnto them that stood by him the very instant when the battell beganne and going aâ—aine to his art returned as it were inspired and cryes out with a loud voice Caesar the day is thine b This Chrastinus was an old Souldier of Caesars army and now Emeritus that is free'd from the duties of the war but for loue of Caesar served in this war a voluntary he desiring to giue the onset spake thus to Caesar I hope Caesar this day so to behaue my selfe that thou shalt thanke me either aliue or dead he was slaine runne through the mouth c When Caesar perceived that his horsemen could not withstand the force of Pompeys horsemen and archers he drew foorth 3000 men which for that purpose hee had placed in the right wing they with such fury assaulted Pompeys horsemen that they all fled after whose flight all the archers wanting their defence were without resistance slaine d Marcus Brutus was there fighting in Plebeian armour and scaped the knowledge of Caesars souldiers This was that Brutus that ioyning afterward with Cassius was with him Vanquished in the Philippian fields by Octavius and Antonius after which battell all hope of Roman liberty was for ever lost e L. Domitius was by the Senates decree to succeede Caesar in the government of France In this warre taking Pompeys side he was at Corfinium by his owne souldiers brought bound to Caesar and by him pardoned afterward in Massilla he was vanquished by D. Brutus Caesars Lieutenant and fled LVCANS Pharsalia The Eight Booke The Argument Through devious deserts vanquish'd Pompey flyes And sailes to Lesbos whence with weeping eyes He takes his wife In severall flying fleetes Sextus and other Roman Lords he meetes Deiotarus the Gallogracian King Is sent to great Arsacides to bring To aide of Pompey's side the Parthian bowes The Lords consult where to retire and chose Aegypts base shore Th'vnthankefull king betrayes Old Pompey comming and before the face Of Sextus and Cornelia ere he lands By base Achillas and Septimius hands Great Pompey dyes By night poore Codrus comes And on the shore his halfe burnt trunke entombes Without the head The author doth inveigh ' Gainst treachereous Aegypt and base Ptolemey ORe woody Tempe and th' Herculian straits Following th'Aemonian woods desert retreâ—ts Though farre about great Pompey rode his steede Quite spent past helpe of spurre had lost his speede Through devious wayes he turnes and leaues behinde No tracke of his vncertaine flight the winde Filling the shaken woods with murmuring noises Made him afraide and his owne followers voices That rode behinde and by him For although Fall'n from his height of former fortunes now He thinkes his blood set at no vulgar rate But as high priz'd still mindfull of his fate By Caesar as himselfe for Caesars head Would giue But through the deserts as he fled His presence and majestike face deny'd A safe concealement many as they hy'd Vnto his camâ—e and had not heard his fall Stood in amaze to meete their generall VVondring at fortunes turnes and scarse is he Beleft relating his owne misâ—ry He grieuâ—s that any his low state should see And wishes rather in all lands to be Vnknowne and through the world obscurely goe But fortunes ancient favour brings this woe His present sinking state more to depresse By honours weight and former happinesse Now he perceiues he did too early clime Blames his triumphant youth in Sylla's time And grieues to thinâ—e vpon in these sad dayes His Ponticke lauâ—â—ll or Pyratickâ— bayes So too long age greâ—t'st happinesse destroyes And life surviving Empire former joyes Breede greife vnlesse wiâ—h them our end be sent Aâ—d timely death ensuing wors prevent Let none but with a minde prepar'd to dy Dare to adventure on prosperity Now to the shore be came where Peneus ran Red with Pharsalia's slaughter to the maine There a a small barke vnfit for seas and windes Scarse safe in shallowest rivers Pompey findes And goes aboord He with whose navyes oares Even yet Corcyra shakes and Leucas shoares That tam'd Cicilia and Liburnia Goes fearfull now in a small barke to sea To Lesbos shore his sailes commanded are By thee Cornelia conscious of his care VVhere thou then lay'st far more with sorrow fill'd Then if th'hadst bin in dire Pharsalia's field Thy carefull breast still sad presages shake And feares thy restlesse slumbers still awake Each night presents Thessalia when night 's done To th' shore and sea orehanging rockes begone VVith woe to veiw the Oceans face she hyes And still all ships that come she first espyes But dares aske nothing of her husbands state Lo now a ship that comes alas what fate It brings thou knowst not but behold thy feares Thy cares whole summe thy vanquisht lord appeares Himselfe the sad relater of wars crime VVhy now lament'st thou not thus loosing time VVhen thou may'st weepe thou fear'st the ship drawne nigh She runs and sees the crime of destiny Pompey palefac'd his hoary haires hung downe Ore his sad brow his garments squallid growne Then greife contracts her soule a suddaine night Invades her sense and reaues her eyes of light Her nerue-forsaken joynts all faile cold is Her heart deceiv'd with hope of death she lyes But Pompey landed searches the shores side VVhom when Cornelia's maids now neere espy'd They durst not on fates cruelty complaine More then with silent sighs striving in vaine To lift their lady vp whom in his armes Great Pompey takes and with embraces warmes Her key-cold breast But when the fled blood fills Her outward parts Husbands hand she feeles And better brookes his visage he forbid Her veild to fate and thus her sorrow chid VVhy is thy noble strength of courage broke VVoman descended from so great a stocke By the first wound of fate thou hast the way To purchase fame that never shall decay Thy sexes praise springs not from war or state But faithfull loue to an vnhappy mate Aduance thy thoughts and let thy piety Contend with fortune loue me now cause I Am conquerd sweete 't is more true praise for thee To loue me thus when all authority The sacred Senate and my Kings are gone Begin to loue thy Pompey now alone That griefe extreame thy husband yet aliue Becomes thee not thou shouldst that sorrow giue To my last funeralls thou art bereft Of nothing by this war thy Pompey 's left Aliue and safe his fortunes onely gone 'T is that thou wail'st and that thou lovd'st alone Chid by her Husband thus by
noblebody lyes Fire brought not vnderbuilt great Pompey takes Then sitting by the fire thus Codrus speakes Romes greatest Lord the only majesty Of Italy if worse this buriall be Then none at all then floating on the sea Avert thy Manes and great ghost from me T is fortunes injury that makes this right Lest fish or foule or beast or Caesars spight Might wrong thy coarse accept this little brand Of fire since kindled by a Roman hand If fortune grant recourse to Italy Not here shall these so sacred ashes ly But from my hand Cornelia shall take And vrne thy reliques vntill then wee 'll make Thy burialls marke vpon the shore that who So ere would pacify thy ghost and doe Full rightâ— of funerall may finde out so The bodyes ashes and the sands may know Whither to bring thy head Thus having spoke He does with fuell the weake flame provoke Pompey dissolv'd his fat distilling fed The little fire and now day promised By bright Aurora dimm'd the stars weake lights Codrus abruptly leaues the funerall rites And runs himselfe about the shore to hide What mischeife fear'st thou foole for such a deede Which long tongu'd fame for ever shall renowne Caesar himselfe shall praise what thou hast done To Pompey's body Goe then voide of dread Confesse the funerall and require his head An end of dutious workes piety makes The bones halfe-burnt and yet dissolv'd he takes Still full of nerves and vnconsumed marrow Quenching them in sea-water in a narrow Peice of the earth together layes them downe Then lest the ashes should abroad be blowne By the windes force he layes a stone aboue And lest some sailer should that stone remooue To tye his cable with a cole-burnt staffe Vpon the top he writes this Epitaph Heere Pompey lyes fortune this stone we call His tombe in which rather then none at all Caesar would haue him ly Why in a roome So small rash hand includ'st thou Pompey's tombe And shutt'st vp his great ghost as far he lyes As the earths farthest shore extended is Romes mighty name and Empires vtmost bound Is Pompey's tombe this marke for shame confound The shame of heaven if Alcides ly Over all Oete and all Nysa be Great Bacchus monument why should one stone In Aegypt stand for Pompey's tombe alone Did no one peice of earth thy name expresse All Aegypts land Pompey thou mightst possesse Let vs be still deceiv'd and still for feare Of thee to tread on Aegypts land forbeare But if that sacred name must grace a stone Write his each deed and glorious action The Alpine war of rebell Lepidus The conquest of revolt Serâ—ortus The Consull being call'd home those triumphs note Which he but gentleman of Rome had got Cilician Pirates tam'd traffique made free Barbarian kingdomes conquer'd all that ly Vnder the East and North with this make knowne How still from war he tooke a peacefull gowne Contented with three triumphs he to Rome His other conquests did forgiue what tombe Can hold all this his ashes in this graue No titles nor triumphant storyes haue That name that temples lofty roofes and high Triumphall arches deckt with victory VVere wont to beate now neere the lowest sand A small graue shewes which strangers cannot stand Vpright to reade which if it be not showne The Roman travellers passe by vnknowne Aegypt whom civill fate has guilty made 'T was not in vaine the Sibylls verse forbad A Roman Niles Pelusian mouth to touch Or once his summer-swelled banks approach How shall I curse thee for this impious deed May Nile run backe and stay at his first head May thy vnfruitfull fields want winter raine And all like Aethiops barren sands remaine We let thy Isis in Romes temples dwell Thy deify'd dogs and sorrow causing bell Osiris whom thou shewest while thou weep'st A man our god in dust thou Aegypt keep'st And thou that gau'st the tirant temples Rome Has not yet fetch'd thy Pompey's ashes home His ghost lyâ—s yet exil'd If Caesars frownes That first age fear'd yet now thy Pompey's bones Bring home ô Rome if yet on that curs'd land Not turn'd by the waues the marks doe stand VVhoo'll feare that graue whoo'll feare to take from thence Ashes deserving temples that offence Eniâ—ine me Rome to doe my bosome vse Oh too too happy I if Rome would chuse My hand to open that base sepulcher And his deare ashes hither to transferre Perchance when Rome from oracles would craue An end of dearth or pestilence to haue Of too much fire or earthquakes thou to Rome Shalt by the gods exprest appointment come Thy ashes borne by the high Priest For who To sâ—orch'd Siene in lunes heat can goe In view of Nile or Pharian â—hebes descry Vnder the showry Plejades still dry VVhat Fasterne Merchant traffiquing resorts To the red sea or rich Arabian ports But at thy graues ever adored stone And ashes though perchance scatter'd vpon The sands will stay thy ghost to pacificy Before the Casian loue preferring thee This little graue can nothing hurt thy name Thy ghost would be of a faire cheaper fame Shrowded in gold and temples fortune now Beares more divinity entomb'd so low The sea-beat stone is more maiesticke farre Then the proud altars of the Conquerer Some worship gods dwelling in dusky clay That to Tarpejan Ioue refuse to pray T will vantage thee hereafter in thy graue No polisht marbles lasting workes to haue This little dust will quickly scatter'd ly The tombe will fall proofes of thy death will dy And then a happyer age will come when none Shall credit giue to those that shew the stone As false shall Aegypt seeme in times to come As Crete of Ioues to boast of Pompey's tombe FINIS Libri Octavs Annotations on the eight Booke a Pompey in his flight from Larissa came all along the Tempe to the shore and lodged that night in the small cottage of a fisherman about morning he went to sea in a little boate and sailing along by the shore met with a ship of greater burden of which one Peticius a Roman was captâ—iâ—e who knowing Pompey received him and transported him to Lesbos where Cornelia lay Plutarch Apâ—ian b When their boate drew neere to Pompey Septimus arose who had once served as a Tribune vnder Pompey and in the Roman language saluted his generall and welcommed him in the Kings name Achillas complemented with him in the Greeke tongue and desireth him to enter into his boate by reason that the shelues and sands would not afford a passage to his ship c Those that attended Pompey seeing his entertainement not Royall noâ— Magnificent but that a few only in a small boate were sent to meete him began to suspect the treason and counselled Pompey to out to sea and forsake that shâ—re whilest yet he was free from danger d Pompey disdaining to appeare fearefull although he were full of ill presages came into Achillas his boate as how is invited and taking his leaue of his
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
hand a shield of shinning brasse Wherein to see the stone transforming face Of sterne Medusa Pallas bad him keepe Then lay'd Medusa in an endlesse sleepe But yet not all part of her snaky haire Defends her head some snakes still waking are Some ore her face and sleeping eylids glide Minerva doth th'averted Perseus guide And with a trembling hand directs the stroake Of his Cyllenian Harpe which quite broke Her large snake-cover'd necke How strange a looke Had Gorgons head cut off by Perseus stroke And towring blade what poyson did arise In her blacke mouth what death shot from her eyes Which not Minerva durst to looke vpon And Perseus sure had bin congeal'd to stone Had not Minerva hid that dismall face With those snake-haires Now Perseus flyes a pace To heaven with Gorgons head but in his mind Considering how the nearest way to find Over the midst of Europe meanes to fly But Pallas straight forbids that injury To Europes fruitfull fields and bids him spare The people there for who can in the ayre Refraine to gaz when such a bird he spyes Perseus converts his course and Westward flyes Ore desert Libya whose vnfruitfull seat Vntill'd lyes ope to nought but Phaebus heat Who runs his burning course straight ore their heads No land then this a larger shadow spreads ' Gainst heaven nor more the moones ecclipse doth cause When straying not in latitude she drawes Neither to North nor South but still is found In signes direct· Yet this vnfruitfull ground Barren in all that 's good a seed could yeild From venome which Medusaes head distill'd From those dire drops mixt with the putrid earth Sols aiding heat did giue new monsters birth First from that dust so mixt with poyson bred Rose the sleep-causing Aspe with swelling head Made of the thickest drop of Gorgons gore Which in no serpent is compacted more She wanting heat seekes not a colder clime Content to liue in her owne Libyaes slime But oh how shamelesse is our thirst of gaine Those Libyan deaths are carryed ore the maine And Aspes at Rome are sold as marchandise In scaly folds the great Haemorrhus lyes Whose bite from all parts drawes the flowing blood Chersidros then that both in land and flood Of doubtfull Syrtes liues Chelydri too That make a reeking slime where ere they goe The Cenchris creeping in a tract direct Whose speckled belly with moe spots is dect Then ere the various Theban marble takes Sand-colour'd Ammodytes the horned snakes That creepe in winding tracks the Scytale No snake in winter casts her skin but she The double-head Dipsas that thirsty makes The water-spoyling Newte the dart-like snakes The Pareas whose way his tale doth guide The Prester too whose sting distendeth wide The wounded's foamy mouth the Seps whose bite Consumes the bones dissolues the body quite The Basiliske whose hisse all snakes doth scarre Hurtfull before the venome touch who far All vulgar serpents from his sight commands Reigning alone vpon the empty'd sands You dragons too glistring in golden pride Who hurtlesse wander through all lands beside Hot Affrik mortall makes aloft you fly Through the ayre on wings and follow speedily The heards your strokes the mightyest buls destroy Great Elephants not escape you all you kill Nor neede you poysons helpe to worke your will This thirsty way among these venom'd snakes Cato amidst his hardy souldiers takes Where many losses of his men he found And deaths vnusuall from a little wound A trodden Dipsas turning backe his head Did bite young Aulus Ensigne bearer bred Of Tyrrhene race no griefe nor paine ensew'd His wound no pity found no danger shew'd But in alas did fiery venome deepe Into his maâ—row and scorch'd entrailes creepe Which quite drunke vp all moisture that should flow Into his vitall parts his palate now And tongue is scorch'd and dry no sweate could goe To his tir'd joynts from 's eyes no teares could flow His place nor his sad generalls command Could stay this thirsty man out of his hand He throwes his Eagle water runs to haue Which the dry venome in his heart did craue Though he in midst of Tanais did ly Padus or Rodanus he would be dry Or drinke the streamer where ever Nilus flowes The soyle ads to his drought the worme doth loose Her venoms fame help'd by so hot a land He digs and seekes each veine in all the sand Now to the Syrts he goes and in his mouth Salt water takes which could not quench his drought Although it pleas'd He did not know what kinde Of death he dy'd nor his disease could finde But thinkes it thirst and now full faine he would Rip open all his veines and drinke his blood Cato commands them loath his men should stay To know what thirst was straight to march away But a more wofull death before his eye Appear'd A Seps no poore Sabellus thigh Hung by the teeth which he straight with his hands Cast off and with his pile nail'd to the sands A little snake but none more full then she Of horrid death the flesh falls off that nigh The wound did grow the bones are bared round Without the body naked shewes the wound His shankes fall off matter each members fills His knees are bar'd his groine blacke filth distills And every muscle of his thighes dissolues The skin that all his naturall parts involues Breaking lets fall his bowels nor doth all That should remaine of a dead body fall The cruell venome eating all the parts Alâ— to a little poisonous filth converts The poison breakes his nerues his ribs doth part Opens his hollow breast there shewes his heart His vitalls all yea all that man composes And his whole nature this foule death discloses His head necke shoulders and strong armes doe flow In venomous filth not sooner melts the snow By hot South windes nor waxe against the Sunne This is but small I speake burnt bodyes run Melted by fire in filth but what fire ere Dissolv'd the bones no bones of his appeare Following their putrid iuice they leaue no signe Of this swift death the palme is only thine Of all the Libyan snakes the soule take they But thou alone the carcasse tak'st away But lo a death quite contrary to it Marsian Nasidius an hot Prester bit Whose face and cheekes a suddaine fire did rost His flesh and skin was stretch'd his shape was lost His swelling body is distended far Past humane growth and vndistinguishd are His limmes all parts the poison doth confound And he lyes hid in his owne body drown'd Nor can his armour keepe his swolne growth in Not more doth boyling water rise within A brazen caldron nor are sailes more swell'd By Westerne windes No limme he now can weild A globe deform'd he is an heape confus'd Which ravening beasts did feare which birds refus'd To which his friends durst doe no obsequy Nor touch but from the growing carcasse fly But yet these snakes present more horrid sights A fierce Hamorrhus noble
and not Roman should obey Her prides first spring that impious night had bin That with our chiefes mixt that incestuous queene Who would not pardon Anthonyes mad loue When Caesars flinty breast desires could moue In midst of war when heat of fight rag'd most And in a couâ—t haunted by Pompey's ghost Embrew'd with blood from dire Pharsalias field Could he vnto adultrous Venus yeild And mixe with warlike cares oh shamelesse head A bastard issue and vnlawfull bed Forgetting Pompey to beget a brother To thee faire Iulia on a strumpet mother Suffring the forces of his scattered foes To joyne in Affrike basely he bestowes Time in Aegyptian loue a conquerer Not for himselfe but to bestow on her Whâ—m trusting to her beauty without teares Though gesture sad with loose as if rent haires Drest in a beautious and becomming woe Did Cleopatra meete bespeaking so If mighty Caesar noblenesse there be Aegyptian Lagus royall issued Depos'd and banisht from my fathers state If thy great hand restore my former fate Kneele at thy feet a queene vnto our nation Thou dost appeare a gratious constellation I am not the first woman that hath sway'd The Pharian scepter Aegypt has obay'd A queene not sexe excepted I desire Thee read the will of my deceased Sire Who left me there a partner to enjoy My brothers crowne and marriage bed The boy I know would loue his sister were he free But all his power will and affections be Vnder Photinas girdle To obtaine The crowne I beg not Caesar from this staine Free thou our house command the King to be A King and free from servants tyranny Shall slaues so proud of Pompey's slaughter be Threatning the same which fates avert to thee Caesar 't is shame enough to th' earth and thee His death Photinus gift and guilt should be Her suite in Caesars eares had found small grace But beauty pleades and that incestuous face Prevailes the pleasures of a wanton bed Corrupt the judge The King had purchased His peace with weighty summes of gold which done With sumptuous feasts this glad accord they crowne Her riot forth in highest pompe not yet Transferr'd to Rome did Cleopatra set The house excell'd those temples which men build In wicked'st times the high-arch'd roofes were fill'd With wealth high tresses golden tables bore Nor did carv'd marble only cover ore The house alone th'vnmixt Achates stood And pillars of red marble their feet troad On pauements of rich Onyx pillars there Not coverd with Aegyptian Eben were Eben was timber there and that rich wood Not to adorne but prop the Pallace stood The roomes with Ivory glister'd and each dore Inlay'd with indian shels embellish'd ore With choisest Emeraulds the beds all shone With richest gems and yellow Iasper stone Coverlids rich some purple dy'd in graine Whose tincture was not from one Caldron tane Part woue of glittering gold part scarlet dy As is th'Aegyptian vse of Tapestry The servitours stood by and waiting pages Some different in complexions some in ages Some of blacke Libyan hew some golden haires Thaâ— Caesar yeilds in all his German wars He nere had seene so bright a yellow haire Some stiffe cuâ—l'd loâ—kes on Sun-burnt fore heads weare Besides th' vnhappy strength robb'd company The Eunuch'd youths neere these were standing by Youths of a stronger age yet those so young Scarse any downe darkning their cheekes was sprung Downe sate the Princes and the higher power Caesar her hurtfull face all painted ore Sate Cleopatra not content alone T' enjoy her brothers bed nor Aegypts crowne Laden with pearles the read seas spoyled store On her rich haire and weary'd necke she wore Her snowy breasts their whitenesse did display Thorough the thin Sidonian tiffenay VVrought and extended by the curious hand Of Aegypts workemen Citron tables stand On Ivory tressells such as Caesars eyes Saw not when he King Iuba did surprise O blinde ambitious madnesse to declare Your wealth to him that makes a civill war And tempt an armed guest For though that he Sought not for wealth by waâ—s impiety And the worlds wracke suppose our cheifes of old VVere there compos'd of that poore ages mould Fabriâ—ii Curii graue or that plaine man That Consull from th' Etrurian plowes was tane VVere sitting at those tables whom to Rome VVith such a tryumph he would wish to come In golden plate they fill their feasting bords VVith what the aire the earth or Nile affords VVhat luxury with vaine ambition had Sought through the world and not as hunger bad Beasts foules the gods of Aegypt are devour'd From christall ewers is Niles water powr'd Vpon their hands studded with gemms that shine Their bowles conteine no Mareotike wine But strong and sparkling wines of Meroe To whom few yeeres giue full maturity VVith fragrant Nard and never-fading rose Their heads are crown'd their haire anointed flowes VVith sweetest cinnamon that has not spent His savour in the aire nor lost his sent In forreine climes and fresh Amomum brought From harvests neere at hand there Caesar's taught The riches of the spoiled world to take And is asham'd that he a war did make VVith his poore sonne in law desiring now Some quarâ—ell would twixt him and Aegypt grow VVhen wine and cates had tir'd their glutted pleasure Caesar begins with long discourse to measure The howers of night bespeaking gently thus The linnen vested graue Achoreus Old man devoted to religion And which thine age confirmes despis'd by none Of all the gods to longing eares relate Aegypts originall her site and state VVorship of gods and what doth ere remaine In your old temples character'd explaine The gods that would be knowne to vs vnfold If your forefathers their religion told T' Athenian Plato once when had you ere A guest more worthy or more fit to heare Rumor of Pompey drew our march thus far And fame of you for still in mid'st of war I leasure had of heaven and gods to heare And the stars course nor shall Eudoxus yeare Excell my Consulship But though so much My vertue be my loue of truth be such There 's nought I more desire to know at all Then Niles hid head and strange originall So many years vnknowne grant but to me A certaine hope the head of Nile to see I le leaue off civill war Caesar had done When thus divine Achoreus begun Let it be lawfull Caesar to vnfold Our great forefathers secrets hid of old From the lay people Let who ere suppose It piety to keepe these wonders close I thinke the gods are pleas'd to be made knowne And haue their sacred lawes to people showne Planets which crosse and slacke the tenth sphaeres course Had from the worlds first law their different powers The Sun divides the yeares makes nights and dayes Dimmes other stars with his resplendent rayes And their wilâ—e courses moderates the tides Of Thetis Phabes grouth and waning guides Saturne cold iâ—e and frozen zones obtaines Mars ore the windes and winged lightning reignes
Quiet well temper'd aire doth Ioue possesse The seedes of all things Venus cherishes Cyllenius rules ore waters which are great He when he enters where the dog-stâ—rs heat And burning fire 's display'd there where thâ— signe Of Cancer hot doth with the Lyon joyne And where the Zodiacke holds his Capricorne And Cancer vnder which Niles head is borne Ore which when Mercuryes proud fires doe stand And in a line direct as by command Of Phaebe the obeying Ocean growes So from his open'd fountaine Nilus flowes Nor ebâ—s againe till night haue from the Sun Those howers recover'd which the summer wor. Vaine was the old opinion that Niles flow Was caus'd or help'd by Aethiopian snow For on those hills cold Boreas never blowes As there the natiues Sunburnt visage showes And moist hot Southerne windes Besides the head Of every streame that from thaw'd iâ—e is bred Swells then when first the spring dissolues the snowes But Nile before the dogâ—dayes never flowes Nor is confin'd within his bankes againe Till the Autumnal aequinoctian Thence t is he knowes no lawes of other streames Nor swells in winter when Sols scorching beames Are far remote his waters want their end But Nile comes forth in summer time to lend A cooler temper to the sweltring aire Vnder the torrid zone least fire impaire The earth vnto her succour Nilus drawes And swells against the Lyons burning jawes And when hot Cancer his Siene burnes Vnto her aide implored Nilus turnes Nor till the Sun to Autumne doe descend And that hot Meroë her shades extend Doth he restore againe the drowned field Who can the causes of this flowing yeild Even so our mother nature hath decreed That Nile should flow and so the world hath neede As vainely doth antiquity declare The West windes cause of this increases are Which keepe their seasons strictly and long stay And beare within the aire continu'd sway These from the Westerne parts all clouds exile Beyond the South and hang them over Nile Or else their blasts the rivers current meete And will not let it to the Ocean get Prevented so from falling to the maine The streame swells backe and overflowes the plaine Some through the cavernes of earths hollow won be In secret channells thinke these waters come Attracted to th' aequator from the cold North clime when Sol his Merâ—ë doth hold The scorched earth attracting water thither Ganges and Padus flow vnseene together Venting all rivers at one fountaine so VVithin one channell Nilus cannot goe From th' Ocean swelling which beguirts about All lands some thinke encreased Nile breakes out The waters loose ere they so far haue ran Their saltnesse quite Besides the Ocean Is the stars fond we thinke which Phoebius drawes VVhen he possesseth fiery Cancers claws More then the aire digests attraced so Falls backe by night and causes Nilus flow I thinke if I may judge so great a case Some waters since the world created was In after ages from some broken vaine Of earth haue growne some god did then ordaine VVhen he created all the world whose tides By certaine lawes the great Creator guides Caesar's desire to know our Nilus spring Possest th Aegyptian Persian Graecian King No age but striv'd to future time to teach This skill none yet his hidden nature reach Philipp's great son Memphis most honourd King Sent to th' earths vtmost bounds to finde Niles spring Choise Aethiops they trode the sunburnt ground Of the hot zone and there warme Nilus found The farthest VVest our great Sesostris saw VVhilest captiue Kings did his proud charriot draw Yet there your Rhodanus and Padus spy'd Before our Nâ—les hid fountaine he descry'd The mad Cambises to the Easterne lands And lonâ—-liv'd people came His famisht bands Qâ—te spent and with each others a slaughter fed Return'd thou Nile yet vndiscovered No tale dares mention thine originall Th' art sought wherever seene No land at all Can boast that Nile is hers Yet I le reveale As far as that same god that doth conceale Thy spring inspires me From th' Antarticke pole Vnder hot Cancer doe thy surges rowle Directly North winding to East and VVest Sometimes th' Arabians sometimes Libyans blest VVith fruitfullnesse thou mak'st the Seres spy Thee first and seeke thee too thy channell by The Aethiopians as a stranger flowes And the world knowes not to what land it owes Thy sacred head which nature hid from all Lest any land should see thee Nilus small She turn'd away thy spring and did desire No land should know it but all lands admire Thou in the summer Solstice art oreflowne Bringing with thee a winter of thine owne VVhen winter is not ours nature alone Suffers thy streames to both the poles to run Not there thy mouth not heere thy spring is found Thy parted channell doth encompasse round Meroë fruitfull to blacke husband-men And rich in Eben wood whose leaues though greene Can with no shade asswage the summers heat Vnder the Lion so directly set From thence thy current with no waters losse Ore the hot zone and barren deserts goes Sometimes collected in one channell going Sometimes dispers'd and yeilding bankes oreflowing His parted armes againe collected slide In one slow streame where Philas doth divide Arabia from Aegypt Ore the sand VVhere the red sea by one small necke of land From ours is kept thou Nile doest gently flow Oh who would thinke thou ere so rough couldst grow That sees thee gentle heere but when thy way Steâ—pe Catarackts and craggy rockes would stay Thy never-curbed waues with scorne despise Those petty lets and foaming Iaue the skyes Thy waters sound with noise the neighbouring hills Thy conquering streame with froath grown hoary fills Hence he with fury first assaults that I le Which our forefathers did Abatos stile And those neare rockes which they were pleas'to call The rivers veines because they first of all His swelling growth did show Hence nature did His stragling waues within high mountaines hide Which part thee Nile from Affricke betwixt those As in a vale thy pent vp water flowes At Memphis first thou runn'st in fields and plaines VVhere thy proud streame all bankes and bounds disdaines Thus they secure as if in peace a part Of night discours'd But base Photinus heart Once stain'd with sacred blood could nere be free From horrid thoughts Since Pompey's murder he Counts nought a crime great Pompey's Manes bide Within his breast and vengefull furyes guide His thoughts to monsters new hoping to staine Base hands with Caesars blood which fates ordaine Great Senators shall shed Fate to a slaue That day almost the Senates vengeance gaue The mulct of civill war Oh gods defend Let none that life in Brutus absence end Shall th' execution of Romes tirant be Base Aegypts crime and that example dy Bold man he makes attempt against fates course Nor at close murder aimes by opâ—n force A most vnconquer'd Captaine he assaults So much are mindes embolden'd by their faults He durst the death of Caesar
now command As Pompey's once and by a faithfull hand To sterne Achillas this dire message send VVho shar'd with him in murder'd Pompey's end Whom the weake King against himselfe and all Trusts with a strength his forces generall Thou on thy downy bed securely snort Whilest Cleopatra hath surpris'd the court Pharos it not betray'd but given away Hast thou though all alone this match to stay Th' incestuous sister shall her brother wed Caesar already has enjoy'd her bed Twixt those two husbands Aegypt is her owne And Rome her hire for prostitution Haue Cleopatra's sorcerves beguild Old Caesars breast and shall we trust a childe Who if one night incestuously embrac'd The beastly pleasures of her bed he tast Cloath'd with the name of marriage twixt each kisse He giues my head and thine the gibbet is Our fortune if he finde his sister sweete Hâ—pe we no aide from any side to meete The King her husband her adulterer Caesar and we I grant both guilty are In Cleopatras sight where t will appeare Crime great enough that we are chast from her Now by that crime which we together did And lost and by the league we ratifi'd In Pompey's blood I pray be speedy here Fill on the suddaine all with war and feare Let blood breake off the marriage night and kill Our cruell Queene whose armes so ere she fill In bed to night Not feare we Caesars sate That which advanc'd him to this height of state The fall of Pompey was our glory too Behold the shore and learne what we can doe Our micheifes hope behold the bloody'd waue And in the dust great Pompey's little graue Scarse covering all his limms Hee whom we feare Was but his peere But we ignoble are In blood all one we stir no forreine state Nor King to aide but our owne prosperous fate To mischeife bring and still into our hands Fortune delivers them see ready stands Another nobler sacrifice then he This second blood appeases Italy The blood of Caesar will those staines remoue Which Pompey's murder stucke and make Rome loue Those hands she once thought guilty Feare not than His fame and strength hee 's but a private man His army absent This one night shall end The civill war and to whole nations send A sacrifice t' appease their ghosts bestow And pay the world that head which fates doe ow. Goe confidently then ' gainst Caesars throat For Ptolomey let Aegypts souldiers doo 't The Romans for themselues But stay not thou He 's high with wine and fit for Venus now Doe but attempt the gods on thee bestow Th' effect of Brutus and graue Catoes vow Achillas prone to follow such advise Drawes out his army straight in secret wise Without loud signalls given or trumpets noise Their armed strength he suddainely imployes The greatest part were Roman souldiers there But so degenerate and b chang'd they were With forreine discipline that voide of shame Vnder a barbarous slaues command they came Who should disdaine to serue proud Aegypts King No faith nor piety those hirelings bring That follow campes where greatest pay is had There 's greatest right for money they invade Not for their owne just quarrell Caesars throat Oh wickednesse within what land has not Our Empires wretched fate found civill war Those troopes remoov'd from Thessaly so far Rage Roman-like heere vpon Nilus shore What durst the house of Lagus venture more Had they receiv'd great Pompey but each hand Performes that office which the gods command Each Roman hand helpe to this war must lend The gods were so dispos'd Romes state to rend Nor now doth Caesars or great Pompey's loue Divide the people or their factions moue This civill war Achillas vndertakes A barbarous slaue a Roman faction makes And had not fates protected Caesars blood This side had won in time both ready stood The court in feasting drown'd did openly To any treason and then easily Might they haue tane at table Caesars head His blood amid'st the feasting gobblets shed But in the night tumultuous war they feare Promiscuous slaughter rul'd by chance lost there Their King might fall so confident they are Of their owne strength they hasten not but spare So great an actions opportunity Slaues thinke differring Caesars death to be A reparable losse Till day breake light His execution is put off One night To Caesars life Protinus power could giue Till Titan shew his rising face to liue Now on mount Casius Lucifer appear'd With hot though infant day had Aegypt chear'd When from the wall they veiw'd those troopes afar March on well ranck'd and marshall'd for a war Not in loose maniples but ready all To stand or giue a charge The city wall Caesar distrusts and shuts the pallace too So poore a seidge enforc'd to vndergoe Nor all the house can his small strength maintaine One little part great Caesar can containe Whilest his great thoughts both feare and anger beare He feares assaults and yet disdaines to feare So in small traps a noble Lyon caught Rages and bites his scorned goale with wrath So would fierce Vulcane rage could any stop Sicilian Aetnas fiery cavernes top He that in dire Pharsalian fields of late In a bad cause presum'd on prosperous fate And feared not the Senates hoast nor all The Roman Lords nor Pompey generall Fear'd a slaues war he heere assaulted tooke A house whom Sythians bold dust neere provoke Th' Alani fierce nor Mauritanians hot Which fast-bound strangers barbarously shoote He whom the Roman world could not suffice Nor all that twixt the Gades and India lyes Like a weake boy seekes lurking holes alone Or woman in a late surprised towne Nor hopes for safety but in keeping close And through each roome with steps vncertaine goes But not without the King him he retaines About his person still his life he meanes Shall the revenge and expiation be Of his owne fate thy head ô Ptolomey He meanes to throw for want of darts or fire Against thy servants as Medea dire VVhen her pursuing Sires revenge she fled Stood arm'd against her little brothers head To stay her Sire But desperate fate so nigh Enforced Caesar tearmes of peace to try A courtier from the absent King is sent To checke his men and know this wars entent But there the law of Nations could obtaine No power their Kings Embassadour is slaine Treating of peace to adde one horrid crime O monstrous Aegypt to thy impious clime Impious Pharnaces Pontus Thessaly Nor Spaine nor Iubaes far-spread monarchy Nor barbarous Syrtis durst attempt to doe VVhat heere â—ffaeminate Aegypt reaches too The war on every side growes dangerous And showres of falling darts even shake the house No battring ram had they to force the wall Nor any engine fit for war at all Nor vs'd they fire the skillesse people run Through the vast pallace scatter'd vp and downe And vse their joyned strength no where at all The fates forbid and fortune's Caesars wall But where the gorgeous pallace
proudly stands Into the sea from ships the Navall bands Assault the house but Caesar every where Is for defence at hand and weapons here There wild-fire vses Though besiedg'd he be Doth the besiedgers worke such strength had he Of constant spirit wild fire balls he threw Among the joyned ships nor slowly flew The flame on pitchy shrowds and bords that drop With melted waxe at once the saileyards top And lowest hatches burne An halfe burnt boate Here drownes in seas their foes and weapons floate Nor ore the ships alone doe flames prevaile But all the houses neere the shore assaile The South windes feed the flame and driue it on Along the houses with such motion As through the VVelkin fiery meteors run That wanting fuell feed on aire alone This fire a while the courts besiedging stay'd And drew the people to the cityes aide Caesar that time would not in sleepe bestow VVho well could vse occasions and knew how In war to take the greatest benefit Of suddaine chances ships his men by night Surprises Pharos Pharos heretofore An Iland was when prophet Proteus wore That crowne but joyn'd to Alexandria now Two helpes on Caesar doth that fort bestow Commands the sea the foes incursions stay'd And made a passage safe for Caesars aide He now intends no longer to differ Protinus c death though not enough severe Not fire nor beasts nor gibbets reaue his breath Slaine with a sword he dyes great Pompey's death Arsinoe d from court escaped goes By Ganymedes helpe to Caesars foes The â—owne as Lagus daughter to obtaine By whose just sword was sterne Achillas slaine Another to thy ghost is sacrific'd Pompey but fortune is not yet suffic'd Far be it â—ods that these two deaths should be His full revenge the fall of Ptolomey And Aegypts ruine not enough is thought Nor ere can his revenge be fully wrought Till Caesar by the Senates swords be slaine But though the author's dead these broiles remaine For Ganymedes now commander moov'd A second war which full of danger proov'd So great the perill was that day alone Might Caesars name to future times renowne While Caesar striues pent vp so closely there To ship his men from thence a suddaine feare Of war did his entended passage meete Before his face the foes well-rigged fleete Behinde their foote from shore against him fight No way of safety 's left valour nor flight Nor scarse doth hope of noble death remaine No heapes of bodyes no whole armyes slaine Are now requir'd to conquer Caesar there A little blood will serue Whether to feare Or wish for death he knowes not In this same Sad straite he thinkes of noble Scaeva's fame VVho at Dyrrachium when his workes were downe Beseidg'd all Pompey's strength himselfe alone Th' example rais'd his thoughts resolv'd to doe What Scaeva did but straight a scorne to owe His valour to examples checks againe That high resolue great thoughts great thoughts restraine Yet thus at last Scaeva was mine 't was I Nurtur'd that spirit if like him I dy I doe not imitate but Caesars â—eate Rather confirmes that Scaevas act was great In this resolue had Caesar charg'd them all Himselfe alone and so a glorious fall Slaine by a thousand hands at once had met Or else enobled by a death so great Those thousand hands but fortune was afraid To venture Caesar further then her aide Could lend a famous rescue and endeare The danger to him she discovers neare Ships of his owne thither when Caesar makes He findes no safety there but straight forsakes Those ships againe and leapes into the maine The trembling billowes fear'd to entertaine So great a pledge of fortune one to whom Fate ow'd so many victoryes to come And Ioue whilest he on Caesars danger lookes Suspects the truth of th'adamantine bookes Who could haue thought but that the gods aboue Had now begun to favour Rome and loue Her liberty againe and that the fate Of Pompey's sons of Cato and the state ' Gainst Caesars fortune had prevailed now Why doe the powers Caelestiall labour so To be vnjust againe againe take care To saue that life they had expos'd so far That now the danger even in Caesars eye Might cleare their doome of partiality But he must liue vntill his fall may prooue Brutus and Cassius were more iust then Ioue Now all alone on seas doth Caesar floate Himselfe the oares the Pylot and the boate Yet could not all these offices employ One mans whole strength for his left hand on high Raised holds vp his papers and preserues The fame of his past deedes his right hand serues To cut the waues and guard his life alone ' Gainst th' Oceans perills and all darts which throwne From every side doe darken all the sky And make a cloud though heaven it selfe deny Two hundred paces thus alone he swam Till to the body of his feete he came His ore-ioy'd souldiers shouting to the skies Take sure presage of future victoryes FINIS Annotations on the tenth Booke a Cambyses the son of Cyrus and king of Persia added to his monarchy the kingdome of Aegypt he intended a farther war against the Aethiopians which are called Macrobij by reason of the extraordinary length of their naturall liues But by reason of the tediousnesse of the march and want of provision there was in his army a great famine that they killed by lot every tenth souldier and fed vpon them b Achillas comming to assault Caesar had an army of twenty thousand they were many of them Roman souldiers which had served before vnder Gabinius but had changed their manner of life and corrupted with the riot of Aegypt had quite forgotten the Roman discipline c Photinus the Kings tutor remaining with Caesar sent secret encouragements to Achillas to goe forward with his siedge which being discovered by interception of his messengers he was slaine by Caesar d Ganymedes an Eunuch and tutor to Arsinoe the yoâ—ger sister of the King of Aegypt assaulted Achillas by treachery and slâ—w him and being himselfe made Generall of the army he continued the siedge against Caesar FJNJS