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A06411	Lucans Pharsalia containing the ciuill warres betweene Cæsar and Pompey. Written in Latine heroicall verse by M. Annæus Lucanus. Translated into English verse by Sir Arthur Gorges Knight. Whereunto is annexed the life of the authour, collected out of diuers authors.; Pharsalia. English	Lucan, 39-65.; Gorges, Arthur, Sir, 1557?-1625.; Gorges, Carew.	1614 (1614)	STC 16884; ESTC S103371	257,632	472

therefore anguish shall preuent My liuing soule from my soule sent And since to death it could not flye When Pompey it thy wounds did eye With griefe and wailings shee shall dye In bitter teares she shall be drownd The sword shall not our dayes confound No strangling halter will I trye Nor head-long breake-necke from an hye For me t were base to want the might By sorrowes straine to leaue this light ¶ So hauing said her noble head With a blacke vaile she ouer-spred And then retires her to the darke In hollow cauernes of the barke And there vnto her selfe enioyes Her restlesse teares and griefes annoyes And onely in her husbands place Doth woes and wofull plaints embrace Shee scornes the raging seas and clouds And Eurus whistling in the shrowds And cries that Mariners doe make When they with dreadfull dangers quake To theirs she makes contrary vowes Resolu'd to dye she stormes allowes Her ship first seiz'd the Cyprus shores Whereas the thundring billowes rores And then to sea they put anew With Easterne winde that calmer blew And lighted on the Lybicke Land Where that time Cato's Campe did stand Then wofull Cnaeus did espy His countrey fellowes proaching nye The Affricke coast and as those mindes That dread afflicts presages findes When he his brother Sextus saw Neere to the seas strand he doth draw And head-long wades into the maine Deere brother now to me explaine Where is our Sire and in what plight Stands our affaires are we of might As yet or else abandon'd quite Hath Pompey Romes last fortune tride So said his brother thus replide ¶ O happy thou whom Fortune guided To other coasts from vs diuided Thou onely miseries shalt heare Whereof mine eyes the witnesse were When on the sword our father dide Though Caesars hand he hath not tride The Author of his funerall Deserues by mines rage to fall With that vile King that in his hands Doth hold the fruitfull Nylus lands He hop't some due respects to finde Of Hospitatious friendly kinde For many fauours of his loue That this Kings ancestors did proue But for requitall of that Realme As sacrifice his blood they streame Whilst I alas beheld with paine Our noble Father by them slaine Whereas I thought that Pharian King Durst not attempt so foule a thing But did presume that Nylus land Would loyally vnto him stand But neither me the old mans wounds Nor his shed bloud so much confounds As when we saw his head forlorne Throughout the traytors Citty borne Fixt on a lofty pole in scorne And now t is kept by fames report The wicked victors eyes to sport And so the tyrant feedes his minde For this foule fact high grace to finde But whether that the Pharian dogges The rauenous foules or filthy hogges Haue with the body fild their maw Or whether that the fire we saw To cinders did the same conuart I doe not know but for my part I say what euer fatall scorne Those worthy limbes away haue borne The blame vnto the Gods I giue But his kept head me most doth grieue When Cnaeus heard this heauy newes He did not then his griefes infuse With childish teares nor idle plaint But with iust piety attaint Inrag'd thus speakes with words not faint ¶ Yee mariners with haste lay hands To draw your ships from these dry sands And with your oares without a saile Against the aduerse windes preuaile Braue leaders now come follow me No ciuill warre can iuster be Not so great praise as to interre Their naked ghosts that wandring erre This tyrant boyes blood must suffise Great Pompeys ghost for sacrifice Shall I his Pelean Towres not drowne And all those monuments throw downe That ouer Alexander stands In Mareotis foggy sands And raze to ground the Pyramis Their monument of Amasis And make all those their buried Kings To swim in midst of Nylus springs They all shall want and naked lye Pompey thy Tombe to edifie Isis shall now bee rap't with fire Whose God-head Nations do admire And their Osyris clad in vaile Of linnen common slaues shall traile And Apis their Bull-god I 'le burne A sacrifice to Pompeys vrne Vnder his head these Gods shall lye Wherewith the funerall shall frye These wrackes that wretched land shall taste Their fruitfull fields I will lay waste None left to plow to digge or plant For Nylus to relieue their want None shall subsist nor her gifts take Depopulate I will her make Thou onely Pompey and thy graue That Kingdome to thy selfe shalt haue When all their Gods away are chac't Thus said the Nauy then in hast Prepares it selfe vnto the seas But Cato did the wrath appease Of this braue youth yet in the end His noble spirit did commend ¶ Meane while through all the cost is spred The bruit of Pompey murdered And therewithall a grieuous shout Of cries did flye the aire about No griefe did like example show For neuer any age did know The people to such plaints to fall For any great mans death at all But more for as Cornelia went Out of her ship to make discent Her visage worne and wast with teares And dangling tresse about her eares A doubled shout the people reares No sooner was she set a land Whereas the shore was next at hand But Pompeys robes she gets together His Ensignes and else whatsoeuer Of Armes or like abiliments And all such glorious ornaments Richly imbrodered all with gold As he was wont to weare of old Then three times casting vp her eyes Vnto the heauens and starry skies All this together she did cast Into a funerall fire at last These cinders she poore soule did make The which she kept for Pompeys sake Whereby the rest example take For presently throughout the shore Of sacred fires were made huge store Which they vnto those ghosts did yeeld Late slaine in the Pharsalian field Such flames doe the Apulians raise When as the frosty winter daies Their fields of greene grasse hath depriu'd And with such heate is new reuiu'd So the Gargarians vse their grounds So Vulturs vales with corne abounds And luke-warme Matyns vse like slight With boxen bushes flaming bright ¶ Nothing was done in all the host More gratefull vnto Pompeys ghost Although for him the heauens they blame And to the Gods vpbraid his name Then were the words Cato exprest Proceeding from a spotlesse brest A Citizen quoth he is queld That others heretofore exceld For skill in scanning of the lawes But in this age for Iustice cause He profited the Roman state His reuerence chased dire debate Freedome he aw'd not with his might But euermore subscrib'd to right In priuate sort he actions swayd Although the people him obay'd And though the Senate hee directed Yet to their power himselfe subiected By armed force hee nought effected What to obtaine his heart was bent To bee deny'd he was content Great wealth and honors he possest But did the state with

and in such lands As to our state malignant stands And stars that vs no good lucke bods Wilt thou adore Chaldean Gods And with Barbarian rites polluted Be now the Parthians thrall reputed Why did we first to armes discend Our libertie but to defend O wretch thou didst the world delude If thou canst liue in seruitude Shall Parth that thee beheld with hate A ruler in the Roman state That saw thee from Hyrcania leade Great kings thy captiues and with dread Beheld the Indians conquered See thee deiected and cast downe And basely yeeld to fortunes frowne Whilst they puft vp in mind with pride Do but the Latium name deride And value Rome lesse then their state To see thee so degenerate O Pompey in thy speech we finde Nought suting with thy worth or mind The Parth that doth not vnderstand The language of the Latium land When thou of him dost aide request By teares thy mind must be exprest Shall we this wounding scorne endure That Parths shall our reuenge procure Rather then Rome with her owne armes Shall remedy Hesperias harmes Did she for this thee chieftaine make That thou no more regard shouldst take But spread abroad with such disgrace Her maymes vnto the Scythian race And secret scarres her to deface What wilt thou teach the Parthian swarmes The way to vexe vs with their armes Hath Rome the hoped comfort lost Of such a warre and such an host Because no kings she would obey But that her Citizens should sway And wilt thou now the wide world range To bring whole nations fierce and strange To ransacke Rome that will display Those ensignes that they wonne away From Crassus when they vanquished And must from Euphrates be led And here to our disgrace be spred That king that vs his aide denide When as our Fortune was vntride And came not to Emathia field To vs will he now comfort yeeld And so prouoke the victors spight Whom he doth heare to be of might And now will Pompeys fortunes runne Such trust with them did neuer wonne The nations of the Northerne climes Where fals the dewes and foggie rimes Are stout in warre and feare not death But those that in the East take breath And leade their liues in warmer soyles Luld in sweet aire hate martiall broyles You see what loose attires and vailes Their men do weare that flit like sailes The Parth vpon the Median fields And Sarmates downes that large scope yeelds And on those plains by Tygris bankes VVhen they in length may streach their ranks And at their pleasure come and goe Cannot be vanquisht by a foe But where the soyle is full of hills These horsmen come not by their wills Their roaming bow can make no fight In bushie straights or in the night When need requires they neuer guides Their horse to swim from sides to sides Nor with their armes stem streaming tides Nor yet will they their fight make good When as their bodies bathe in blood Nor yet endure the parching heate Nor in the dust to toyle and sweate They haue no engins for the warre For rams they know not what they are They want the art a trench to fill And he the Parth repulseth still And as a wall doth him oppose That can keep out weake arrowes blows His battell weake his warre is flight His troops still ranging and but slight A souldier fit to quit a place But not to put his foe to chace His armes defilde with poysons art He dares not come to handy Mart A farre off he his shafts doth dart VVith euery blast of wind they flit And as it blowes they misse or hit ¶ The sword is of more great import And best with valiant men doth sort The Fauchion sharpe but the first fight Disarmes the Parths of all their might For when their quiuers emptied are They do retire and end their warre They neuer trust vnto their hands In poysned shafts their furie stands O Pompey in the chance of warre Thinkst thou it doth nor make nor marre VVhether the souldier do prouide A trusty sword girt to his side And doth thy case thee so constraine That thou wouldst worthlesse aid retaine And nations so remote wouldst trie And out of thine owne countrey die Is some Barbarian land design'd The place where thou thy graue must find There some base shrine thy lims shall haue Since they would not vouchsafe a graue To Crassus that his fate complaines But better hap for thee remains For our last paine with death is fled Which manly hearts do neuer dread For death Cornelia needs not care That wicked King her life will spare We well do know the barbarous rites That they do vse in loues delights And how like to the brutish beasts All humane laws their lusts detests With wiues they neuer contracts hold But like to swine they do vnfold The secrets of the nuptiall bed And that same Tyrants court is sped With thousands for his concubines After his feasts and change of wines One man prouoketh his delight With sundry women euery night The brothers with the sisters weds The sonnes defile their mothers beds That wicked rumour that doth run Of Oedepus that Theban sonne How doth the world condemne and loth Although vnwitting to them both How often hath Arsaces race That holds in Parth the regall place By this incestious sauage moode Commixed bene with slauish blood So as great Scipios noble child Shall not all onely be defilde But with a thousand more be wed As wiues to this Barbarians bed Although his kingly lust and flame Stird vp with beauty of the dame And glory of her husbands name Will make him more to her incline Then any other Concubine For how much more the Parth delights In humane wrackes and foule despights He wil know her for Crassus mate As destin'd to the Parthian fate And deeme that she her selfe must owe A captiue for that ouer-throw O let that miserable foyle Of Easterne wounds in thy breast boyle And bee not onely thou asham'd That to a base King thou hast fram'd Petitions for to lend thee aid Bu● be thou all as much dismaid That first thou ciuill armes displaid For no fault more the people loth Acted by thee and Caesar both Then that you two by ciuill warre Reuenge for Crassus doe debarre Our Captaines all should then haue tryde Their force against their Parthian pride And rather then haue Armies wanted The Northern climes should haue displanted And from the Dakes and from the Rhene The Roman Legions withdrawen cleane And so strong forces to prouide Haue bar'd the Empire on that side Vntill perfidious Susis towne And Babylon they had throwne downe To serue the Crassi for their tombe As monuments to honour Rome To fortune we our prayers send That with the Parths our peace may end And if Thessalias battell past Hath giuen this ciuill warre his last Let him that conquest doth enioy Against the

out wayes that waylesse bee If so be they haue no desire To leaue our Ensignes and retire But are resolu'd for vertues hire For it is no part of my minde Mens eyes with fallacies to blinde Nor yet the Souldiers hearts to cheere By cloking dangers that draw neere For I of such mates must bee sped That freely are by dangers led By such as Roman worth esteeme And hardest haps the brauest deeme That can indure the toyles of Mart Whilst I a witnesse share my part But for that souldier that shall need One to assure him happy speed And holds his life at so deare rate That he will euery doubt debate Let him another leader seeke And finde a way he more may leeke Before that I do take in hand This iourney through this parched sand And march vpon this dustie land And let these parching heates first light On me withall their fierie might And let the Serpents me assaile With poysned teeth and venom'd taile Let all those perils that you dread Be tried first vpon my head Let him that sees that I am drie Refresh himselfe as well as I. Or that the wooddy shades I seeke Let him then panting do the like Or sees that I a horsebacke ride And so my troops of footmen guide Let him likewise for ease prouide Or if as chiefetaine I doe craue Any prerogatiue to haue Before the souldier vnder me But cheeke by cheeke his mate wil be These drouths these thirsts these snakes these sands Chiefely with valors liking stands Patience takes ioy in bitter bands A worthy act holdes greatest state When it is bought at dearest rate And Lybias clime such store doth yeeld Of miseries in euery field As that it may without defame Become braue men to shun the same So he these souldiers fearefull sprites To valarous attempts encites And to the loue of Martiall broiles In desert paths he wandring toiles Through endlesse wayes a passage made He doth the Lybian coast inuade So dreadlesse Cato in short date Lights on a place to close his fate Whereas a slender tombe shall shrine Within her wombe his name diuine The third part of this massie round If we beleeue what fame doth sound Is Affrica but if we take The same as heauen and winds do make Of Europe then it is a share For Nylus shores no further are From Gades as first it was a land Then Scythian Tanais doth stand And whereas Europe is descyded From Lybs it was by sea deuided· But Asia did Europa passe And in his circuit greater was So whilst these two do iointly send South-westerne blasts that Noth-east tend Asia alone on lefter hand Coniynd to Boreas chilly land And on the right to that South streame The confines of Egyptian realme From these two limits is possest Of all the title of the East The parts of Lybia chiefe and best Enclining is vnto the West And yet no fountains there are found And seldome showres to moist the ground That from the Artick clime proceeds Yet our dry winds their moisture breeds That mould in it no wealth doth hold Either of brasse or yet of gold No wicked mines therein haue birth But all the soyle is sollid earth In Mauritania trees do grow Whose worth the people did not know But to themselues contentment giue Vnder the Cytrons shade to liue Our axes since these woods haue feld That meerely were vnknowne to eld And from the worlds remotest side We brought our luxurie and pride ¶ But all the coasts both neare and farre That with the Syrts inuiron'd are With too much heate are ouer-run And parched with the neighbor Sun As that their graine it doth destroy And all their Vines the dust doth cloy No moistned roote the same doth feed Nor vitall temper it will breed The Gods that soile do not respect And nature stupid with neglect That land of comfort doth depriue Those dead sands no spring can reuiue And yet in this dull barren ground Rare herbs and plants are often found The which the Nasamons finde out And gather vp a people stout That naked are and those coasts keepes Which frontiers all alongst the deepes And with the wracke themselues do nourish Of ships that on the Syrts do perish For alwaies they in waite do stand For pillage on the Ocean sand When as the ships cannot attaine The port their wealth and spoyle they gaine So as these Nasmons hold commerce And trade with all the Vniuerse In manner of Barbarian kinde By wracks that on their shore they finde This wretched way Cato seekes out There to lead on with courage stout And there his souldiers to inure More stormes then on the seas endure For that the Syrts southwinds do cause Vpon those sands most harmefull flawes For there no Lybian mounts suffise To stay the furie that doth rise Nor yet the rocks their force asswage But in the aire those whirlewinds rage Amongst the woods they do not fall Rooting vp hugie trees withall But flie alongst the parched plaine Without resist with might and maine And on the sands their rage bestowes The which it violently blowes And neuer is alaid againe With any clouds of showring raine But sweeps in heapes the sands on hie Which hang and doe not scattring flie ¶ The wretched Nasmons thus behold Their kingdome still with tempests rowld Their houses to the earth downe throwne Their roofs with whirlewinds fury blowne From off their Garamantine frames Towring as high as hugest flames And as the smokes ascention Vnto the middle region Which darkenesse to the day procures So clouds of dust the aire obscures The Roman troops began to finde The outrage of this whirling wind More furiously them to assaile So as their footing did them faile For euen the very sands did fleete And slip from vnderneath their feete The earths foundation it had rac't And from his proper seate displac't If that these winds had made their birth Within the Cauerns of the Earth And crept into the hollow docks That are surcharg'd with Lybias rocks But for because the flitting sand Doth not the forcing wind withstand Nor make resistance with firme ground The soyles foundation did stand sound And that which fled before the winde Were vpper sands loose vncombinde But there withall so forciblie The violent blasts amongst them flie As that from them it takes and teares Their swords their casks their shields and speares And through the vacant aire them beares The which to other coasts might seeme A prodigy of streaming esteeme As though those armes from heauen did fall To terrifie the world withall And that which from mens hands was hent The Gods downe to the earth had sent Surely those armes fell in such wise Whilst Numa was in sacrifise The which in a religious feare The chiefe Patrician youths did weare So now their armes our souldiers lost By South or Northerne tempest tost ¶ In this sort all our Romane troopes Scar'd with these winds down prostrate droops Fearing