Rome great monument of Romulus Thou mighty seate of consuls and of Kings Ouer-victorious now Earths Conquerer Welcome thy valiant sonne that to thee brings Spoyles of the world and exquies of Kings Caesar The conquering Issue of immortall Ioue Which in the Persian spoyles first fetch his fame Then through Hydasspis and the Caspian waues Vnto the sea vnknowne his praise did propagate Must to my glory vayle his conquering crest The Lybick Sands and Africk Sirts hee past Bactrians and Zogdians knowne but by their names Whereby his armes resistles powers subdued And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood Could not transeport his burthen to the sea But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play Nor tost these bloody bals of dread and death Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames Chainge her cleere cristall to vermilian sad The big bond German and Heluetian stout Which well haue learned to tosse a tusked speare And well can curbe a noble stomackt horse Can Caesars vallour witnes to their greefe Iuba the mighty Affrick Potentate That with his cole-black Negroes to the field Backt with Numidian and Getulian horse Hath felt the puissance of a Roman sword I entred Asia with my banners spred Displayed the Aegle on the Euxin sea By Iason first and ventrous Argo cut And in the rough Cimerian Bosphorus A heauy witnesse of Pharnaces flight And now am come to triumph heere in Rome VVith greater glory then ere Romaine did Exeunt Sound drums and Trumpets amaine Enter Anthony Antho. Alas these triumphes mooue not me at all But only do renew remembrance sad Of her triumphing and imperious lookes VVhich is the Saint and Idoll of my thoughtes First was I wounded by her percing eye Next prisoner tane by her captiuing speech And now shee triumphes ore my conquered heart In Cupids Chariot ryding in her pride And leades me captiue bounde in Beauties bondes Caesars lip-loue that neuer touch'd his heart By present triumph and the absent fire Is now waxt could but mine that was more deepe Ingrauen in the marble of my brest Nor time nor Fortune ere can raze it out Enter Anthonies bonus genius Gen. Anthony base femall Anthony Thou womans souldiar fit for nights assaults Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to Thy soft downe Pillow was a helme of steele The could damp earth a bed to ease thy toyle Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates Sterne horror gastly woundes pale greesly death Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights And now so soone hath on enchanted face These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe The Gods whose messenger I heere do stand Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse Yet must Philippi see thy high exploytes And all the world ring of thy Victories Antho. Say what thou art that in this dreadful sort Forbidd'st me of my Cleopatra's loue Gen. I am thy bonus Genius Anthony VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame VVhich made the stately Ilian towres to smoke Shall thousand bleeding Romains lay one ground Hymen in sable not in saferon robes Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe For nuptiall tapers shall the furies beare Blew-burning torches to increase your feare The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round VVhile Hecate Hymen heu heu Hymen cries And now methinkes I see the seas blew face Hidden with shippes and now the trumpets sound And weake Canopus with the Aegle striues Neptune amazed at this dreadfull sight Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight Glaucus and Panopea Proteus ould VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame Exit Antho. VVhat wast my Genius that mee threatned thus They say that from our birth he doth preserue And on mee will he powre these miseries VVhat burning torches what alarums of warre VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie O no hee comes as winged Mercurie From his great Father Ioue t' Anchises sonne To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance And charming pleasures of the Tyrian Court Then wake the Anthony from this idle dreame Cast of these base effeminate passions Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise Exit ACT. 3. SC. 3. Enter Brutus Bru. How long in base ignoble patience Shall I behold my Countries wofull fall O you braue Romains and among'st the rest Most Noble Brutus faire befall your soules Let Peace and Fame your Honored graues awaite Who through such perils and such tedious warres Won your great labors prise sweete liberty But wee that with our life did freedoms take And did no sooner Men then free-men breath To loose it now continuing so long And with such lawes such vowes such othes confirm'd Can nothing but disgrace and shame expect But soft what see I written on my seate O vtinam Brute viueres What meaneth this thy courage dead But stay reade forward Brute mortuus es I thou art dead indeed thy courrage dead Thy care and loue thy dearest Country dead Thy wonted spirit and Noble stomack dead Enter Cassius Cassi. The times drawe neere by gratious heauens assignd When Philips Sonne must fall in Babilon In his triumphing proud persumption But see where melancholy Brutus walkes Whose minde is hammering on no meane conceit Then sound him Cassius see how hee is inclined How fares young Brutus in this tottering state Bru. Euen as an idle gazer that beholdes His Countries wrackes and cannot succor bring Cassi. But wil Brute alwaies in this dreame remaine And not bee mooued with his Countries mone Bru. O that I might in Lethes endles sleepe And neere awaking pleasant rest of death Close vp mine eyes that I no more might see Poore Romes distresse and Countries misery Casi. No Brutus liue and wake thy sleepy minde Stirre vp those dying sparkes of honors fire VVhich in thy gentle breast weare wont to flame See how poore Rome opprest with Countries wronges Implores thine ayde that bred thee to that end Thy kins-mans soule from heauen commandes thine aide That lastly must by thee receiue his end Then purchas honor by a glorious death Or liue renown'd by ending Caesars life Bru. I can no longer beare the Tirants pride I cannot heare my Country crie for ayde And not bee mooued with her pitious mone Brutus thy soule shall neuer more complaine That from thy linage and most vertuous stock A bastard weake degenerat branch is borne For to distaine the honor of thy house No more shall now the Romains call me dead I le liue againe and rowze my sleepy thoughts And with the Tirants death begin
without my prayers for thy returne My minde misgiues mee Pompey is betrayd O Aegypt do not rob me of my loue Why beareth Ptolomy so sterne a looke O do not staine thy childish yeares with blood Whil'st Pompey florished in his Fortunes pride Aegypt and Ptolomy were faine to serue And shue for grace to my distressed Lord But little bootes it to record he was To be is onely that which Men respect Go poore Cornelia wander by the shore And see the waters raging Billowes swell And beate with fury gainst the craggy rockes To that compare thy strong tempestuous griefe Which fiercely rageth in thy feeble heart Sorrow shuts vp the passage of thy breath And dries the teares that pitty faine would shed This onely therefore this will I still crie Let Pompey liue although Cornelia die Exit ACTVS 1. SCENA 6. Enter Caesar Cleopatra Dolobella Lord and others Caes. Thy sad complaints fayre Lady cannot chuse But mooue a heart though made of Adamant And draw to yeeld vnto thy powerfull plaint I will replant thee in the Aegiptian Throne And all thy wrongs shall Caesars vallor right I le pull thy crowne from the usurper head And make the Conquered Ptolomey to stoope And feare by force to wrong a mayden Queene Cleo. Looke as the Earth at her great loues approch When goulden tressed fayre Hipperions Sonne With those life-lending beames salutes his Spouse Doth then cast of her moorning widdowes weeds And calleth her handmayde forth her flowery fayre To cloth her in the beauty of the spring And of fayre primroses and sweet violets To make gay Garlonds for to crowne her head So hath your presence welcome and fayre sight That glads the world comforts poore Aegipts Queene Who begs for succor of that conquering hand That as Ioues Scepter this our world doth sway Dolo. Who would refuse to ayde so fayre a Queene Lord Base bee the mind that for so sweet a fayre Would not aduenture more then Perseus did When as he freed the faire Andromeda Caesar O how those louely Tyranizing eyes The Graces beautious habitation Where sweet desire dartes woundring shafts of loue Consume my heart with inward burning heate Not onely Aegipt but all Africa Will I subiect to Cleopatras name Thy rule shall stretch from vnknowne Zanziber Vnto those Sandes where high erected poastes Of great Alcides do vp hold his name The sunne burnt Indians from the cast shall bring Their pretious store of pure refined gould The laboring worme shall weaue the Africke twiste And to exceed the pompe of Persian Queene The Sea shall pay the tribute of his pearles For to adorne thy goulden yellow lockes Which in their curled knots my thoughts do hold Thoughtes captiud to thy beauties conquering power Anto. I marueyle not at that which fables tell How rauisht Hellen moued the angry Greeks To vndertake eleuen yeares tedious seege To re-obtayne a beauty so diuine When I beheld thy sweete composed face O onely worthy for whose matchles sake Another seege and new warres should arise Hector be dragde about the Grecian campe And Troy againe consumed with Grecian fire Cleo. Great Prince what thanks can Cleopatra giue Nought haue poore Virgins to requite such good My simple selfe and seruice then vouchsafe And let the heauens and he that al things sees With equall eyes such merits recompence I doe not seeke ambitiously to rule And in proud Africa to monarchize I onely craue that what my father gaue Who in his last be-hest did dying will That I should ioyntly with my brother raigne But. How sweet those words drop from those hunny lips Which whilst she speakes they still each other kisse Caesa, Raigne I stil raigne in Caesars conquered thoughts There build thy pallace and thy sun-bright throne There sway thy Scepter and with it beat downe Those traiterous thoughts if any dare aryse That will not yeeld to thy perfection To chase thee flying Pompey haue I cut The great Ionian and Egean seas And dredeles past the toyling Hellespont Famous for amorous Leanders death And now by gentle Fortunes so am blest As to behold what mazed thoughtes admire Heauens wonder Natures and Earths Ornament And gaze vpon these firy sun-bright eyes The Heauenly spheares which Loue and Beauty mooue These Cheekes where Lillyes and red-roses striue For soueraignty yet both do equall raigne The dangling tresses of thy curled haire Nets weaud to each our frayle and wandring thoughts Thy beauty shining like proud Phaebus face When Ganges glittereth with his radiant beames He on his goulden trapped Palfreys rides That from their nostrels do the morning blow Through Heauens great path-way pau'd with shining starres Thou art the sized pole of my Soules ioy Bout which my resteles thoughts are ouer turn'd My Cynthia whose glory neuer waynes Guyding the Tide of mine affections That with the change of thy imperious lookes Dost make my doubtfull ioyes to eb and slowe Cleo. Might all the deedes thy hands had ere achiu'd That make thy farre extolled name to sound From sun-burnt East vnto the VVestern Iles VVhich great Neptunus fouldeth in his armes It shall not be the least to seat a Maide And inthronize her in her natiue right Lord VVhat neede you stand disputing on your right Or prouing title to the Aegiptian Crowne Borne to be Queene and Empresse of the world An. On thy perfection let me euer gaze And eyes now learne to treade a louers maze Heere may you surfet with delicious store The more you see desire to looke the more Vpon her face a garden of delite Exceeding far Adonis fayned Bowre Heere staind white Lyllies spread their branches faire Heere lips send forth sweete Gilly-flowers smell And Damasck-rose in her faire cheekes do bud VVhile beds of Violets still come betweene VVith fresh varyety to please the eye Nor neede these flowers the heate of Phaebus beames They cherisht are by vertue of her eyes O that I might but enter in this bowre Or once attaine the cropping of the flower Caes. Now wend we Lords to Alexandria Famous for those wide wondred Piramids Whose towring tops do seeme to threat the skie And make it proud by presence of my loue Then Paphian Temples and Cytherian hils And sacred Gnidas bonnet vaile to it A fayrer saint then Venus there shall dwell Antho. Led with the lode-starre of her lookes I go As crazed Bark is toss'd in trobled Seas Vncertaine to ariue in wished port ACT. 1. FINIS Enter Discord Flashes of fire Antho. Now Caesar hath thy flattering Fortune heapt Those golden gifts and promis'd victories By fatall signes at Rubicon foretould Then triumph in thy glorious greatest pride And boast thou cast the lucky Die so well Now let the Triton that did sound alarme In his shrill trump resound the victory That Heauen and Earth may Ecco of thy fame Yet thinke in this thy Fortunes Iollity Though Caesar be as great as great may be Yet Pompey once was euen as great as he And how he rode clad in Setorius
and fostered in thy lappe Durst striue to ouerthrowe thy Capitol And thy high Turrets lay as low as hell Dolo. O Rome and haue the powers of Heauen decreed When as thy fame did reach vnto the Skie And the wide Ocean was thy Empires boundes And thou enricht with spoyles of all the world Was waxen proud with peace and soueraine raigne That Ciuill warres should loose what Forraine won And peace his ioyes be turn'd to luckles broyles Lord O Pompey cursed cause of ciuill warre Which of those hel-borne sterne Eumenides Inflam'd thy minde with such ambitious fire As nought could quench it but thy Countries bloud Dolo. But this no while thy valour doth destayne Which found'st vnsought for cause of ciuill broyles And fatall fuell which this fire enflamd Anto. Let then his death set period to this strife Which was begun by his ambitious life Caes. The flying Pompey to Larissa hastes And by Thessalian Temple shapes his course Where faire Peneus tumbles vp his waues Him wee le pursue as fast as he vs flies Nor he though garded with Numidian horse Nor ayded with the vnresisted powre The Meroe or seauen mouth'd Nile can yeeld No not all Affrick arm'd in his defence Shall serue to shrowd him from my fatall sworde Exit ACT. 1. SC. 4. Enter Cato Ca. O where is banish'd liberty exil'd To Affrick deserts or to Scythia rockes Or whereas siluer streaming Tanais is Happy is India and Arabia blest And all the bordering regions vpon Nile That neuer knew the name of Liberty But we that boast of Brutes and Colatins And glory we expeld proud Tarquins name Do greeue to loose that we so long haue held Why reckon we our yeares by Consuls names And so long ruld in freedom now to serue They lie that say in Heauen there is a powre That for to wracke the sinnes of guilty men Holds in his hand a fierce three-forked dart Why would he throw them downe on Oéta mount Or wound the vnder ringing Rhodope And not rayne showers of his dead-doing dartes Furor in flame and Sulphures smothering heate Vpon the wicked and accurs'd armes That cruell Romains 'gainst their Country beare Rome ware thy fall those prodigies foretould When angry heauens did powre downe showers of blood And fatall Comets in the heauens did blase And all the Statues in the Temple blast Did weepe the losse of Romaine liberty Then if the Gods haue destined thine end Yet as a Mother hauing lost her Sonne Cato shall waite vpon thy tragick hearse And neuer leaue thy cold and bloodles corse I le tune a sad and dol-full funerall song Still crying on lost liberties sweete name Thy sacred ashes will I wash with teares And thus lament my Countries obsequies ACT. 1. SC. 5. Enter Pompey and Cornelia Cor. O cruel Pompey whether wilt thou flye And leaue thy poore Cornelia thus forlorne Is 't our bad fortune or thy cruell will That still it seuers in extremity O let me go with thee and die with thee Nothing shall thy Cornelia grieuous thinke That shee endures for her sweete Pompeys sake Pom. T is for thy weale and safty of thy life Whose safty I preferre before the world Because I loue thee more then all the world That thou sweete loue should'st heere remaine behinde Till proofe assureth Ptolomyes doubted faith Cor. O deerest what shall I my safty call That which is thrust in dangers harmefull mouth Lookes not the thing so bad with such a name Call it my death my base my wo my hell That which indangers my sweete Pompeys life Pom. It is no danger gentle loue at all T is but thy feare that doth it so miscall Cor. I ft bee no danger let me go with thee And of thy safty a partaker bee Alas why would'st thou leaue mee thus alone Thinkst thou I cannot follow thee by Land That thus haue followed thee ouer raging Seas Or do I varie in inconstant hopes O but thinke you my pleasure suckles is And I haue made them more vnfortunate T is I t is I haue caus'd this ouerthrow T is my accursed starres that boade this ill And those mis-fortunes to my princely loue Reuenge thee Pompey on this wicked brat And end my woes by ending of my life Pom. What meanes my loue to aggrauate my griefe And torture my enough tormented Soule With greater greuance then Pharsalian losse Thy rented hayre doth rent my heart in twayne And these fayr Seas that raine downe showers of tears Do melt my soule in liqued streames of sorrow If that in Aegipt any daunger bee Then let my death procure thy sweet liues safety Cor. Can I bee safe and Pompey in distresse Or may Cornelia suruiue they death What daunger euer happens to my Soule What daunger eke shall happen to my life Nor Libians quick-sands nor the barking gulfe Or gaping Scylla shall this Vnion part But still I le chayne thee in my twining armes And if I cannot liue I le die with thee Pom. O how thy loue doth ease my greeued minde Which beares a but then heauier then the Heauens Vnder the which steele-shouldred Atlas grones But now thy loue doth hurt thy selfe and me And thy to ardent strong affection Hinders my setled resolution Then by this loue and by these christall eyes More bright then are the Lamps of Ioues high house Let me in this I feare my last request Not to indanger thy beloued life But in this ship remayne and here awaite How Fortune dealeth with our doubtfull State Cor. Not so perswaded as coniurd sweete loue By thy commanding meeke petition I cannot say I yeeld yet am constraind This neuer meeting parting to permit Then go deere loue yet stay a little while Some what I am shure t is more I haue to say Nay nothing now but Heauens guide thy steps Yet let me speake why should we part so soone Why is my talke tedious may be t is the last Do women leaue their husbands in such hast Pom. More faithfull then that fayre deflowred dame That sacrifizde her selfe to Chastety And far more louing then the Charian Queene That dranke her Husbands neuer sundred heart If that I dye get will it glad my soule Which then shall feede on those Elisian ioyes That in the sacred Temple of thy breast My liuing memory shall shrined bee But if that enuious fates should call thee hence And Death with pale and meager looke vsurpe Vpon those resiate lips and Currall cheekes Then Ayre be turnde to poyson to infect me Earth gape and swallow him that Heauens hate Consume me Fire with thy deuouring flames Or Water drowne who else would melt in teares But liue liue happy still in safety liue Who safety onely to my life can giue Exit Cor. O he is gon go hie thee after him My vow forbids yet still my care is with thee My cryes shall wake the siluer Moone by night And with my teares I will salute the Moone No day shall passe without my dayly plaints No houre
villaines that but now were heere Bucher my loue and then with violence To drawe his deare beloued Body hence What dost thou stand to play the Oratrix And tell a tale of thy deere husbands death Doth Pompey doth thy loue moue thee no more Go cursed Cornelia rent thy wretched haire Drowne blobred cheekes in seas of saltest teares And if it be true that sorrowes feeling powre Could turne poore Niobe into a weeping stone O let mee weepe a like and like stone be And you poore lights that sawe this tragick sight Be blind and punnish'd with eternall night Vnhappy long to speake bee neare so bould Since that thou this so heauy tale hast tould These are but womanish exclamations Light sorrowe makes such lamentations Pompey no words my true griefe can declare This for thy loue shal be my best welfare Stab her selfe ACT. 2. SCE. 3. Enter Caesar Cleopatra Anthony Dolobella a Lord Caesar There sterne Achillas and Fortunius lie Traytorous Sempronius and proud Ptolomey Go plead your cause fore the angry Rhadamant And tel him why you basely Pompey slew And let your guilty blood appease his Ghost That now sits wandring by the Stygian bankes Vnworthy sacrifice to quite his worth For Pompey though thou wert mine enemy And vayne ambition mou'd vs to this strife Yet now in death when strife and enuy cease Thy princely vertues and thy noble minde Moue me to rue thy vndeserued death That found a greater daunger then it fled Vnhapy man to scape so many wars And to protract thy glorious day so long Here for to perish in a barbarous soyle And end liues date stabd by a Bastards hand But yet with honour shalt thou be Intomb'd I will enbalme thy body with my teares And put thy ashes in an Vrne of gold And build with marble a deserued graue Whose worth indeede a Temple ought to haue Dolo. See how compassion drawes foorth Princely teares And Vertue weepes her enemies funerall So sorrowed the mighty Alexander When Bessus hand caus'd Darius to die Ant. These greeued sorrowing Princes do with me Ioyntly agree in Contrariety Alacke we mourne greeued is our mind alike Our gate is discontented heauy our lookes Our sorrowes all a like but dislike cause Their foe is their grifes causer which my friend It is the losse of one that makes them wayle But I that one there is a cruell one Do wayle and greeue and vnregarded mone Fayre beames cast forth from these dismayfull eyes Chaine my poore heart in loue and sorrowes giues Cleo. Forget sweete Prince these sad perlexed thoughts Withdraw thy mind in clowdy discontent And with Aegiptian pleasures feed thine eyes Wilt thou be the Sepulchers of Kings And Monuments that speake the workemens prayse I le bring thee to Great Alexanders Tombe Where he whome all the world could not suffice In bare six foote of Earth intombed lies And shew thee all the cost and curious art Which either Cleops or our Memphis boast Would you command a banquit in the Court I le bring you to a Royall goulden bowre Fayrer then that wherein great Ioue doth sit And heaues vp boles of Nectar to his Queene A stately Pallace whose fayre doble gates Are wrought with garnish'd Carued Iuory And stately pillars of pure bullion framd With Orient Pearles and Indian stones imbost With golden Roofes that glister like the Sunne Shal be prepard to entertaine my Loue Or wilt thou see our Academick Schooles Or heare our Priests to reason of the starres Hence Plato fecht his deepe Philosophy And heere in Heauenly knowledg they excell Antho. More then most faire another Heauen to me The starres where on I le gaze shal be thy face Thy morall deedes my sweete Philosophy Venus the muse whose ayde I must implore O let me profit in this study best For Beauties scholler I am now prefest Lord See how this faire Egiptian Sorceres Enchantes these Noble warriars man-like mindes And melts their hearts in loue and wantones Caes. Most glorious Queene whose cheerefull smiling words Expell these cloudes that ouer cast my minde Caesar will ioy in Cleopatras ioy And thinke his fame no whit disparaged To change his armes and deadly sounding droms For loues sweete Laies and Lydian harmony And now hang vp these Idle instruments My warlike speare and vncontrouled crest My mortall wounding sword and siluer shield And vnder thy sweete banners beare the brunt Of peacefull warres and amarous Alarmes Why Mars himselfe his bloudy rage alayd Dallying in Venus bed hath often playd And great Alcides when he did returne From Iunos taskes and Nemean victories From monsters fell and Nomean toyles Reposed himselfe in Deianiras armes Heere will I pitch the pillars of my fame Heere the non vltra of my labors write And with these Cheekes of Roses lockes of Gold End my liues date and trauayles manifould Dolo. How many lets do hinder vertuous mindes From the pursuit of honours due reward Besides Caribdis and fell Scyllas spight More dangerous Circe and Calipsoes cup Then pleasant gardens of Alcionus And thousand lets voluptiousnesse doth offer Caes. I will regard no more these murtherous spoyles And bloudy triumphs that I lik'd of late But in loues pleasures spend my wanton dayes I le make thee garlondes of sweete smelling flowers And with faire rosall Chaplets crowne thy head The purple Hyacinth of Phaebus Land Fresh Amarinthus that doth neuer die And faire Narcissus deere respendent shoars And Violets of Daffadilles so sweete Shall Beautify the Temples of my Loue Whil'st I will still gaze on thy beautious eyes And with Ambrosean kisses bath thy Cheekes Cleo. Come now faire Prince and feast thee in our Courts Where liberall Caeres and Liaeus fat Shall powre their plenty forth and fruitfull store The sparkling liquor shall ore-flow his bankes And Meroé learne to bring forth pleasant wine Fruitfull Arabia and the furthest Ind Shall spend their treasuries of Spicery VVith Nardus Coranets wee le guird our heads And al the while melodious warbling notes Passing the seauen-fould harmony of Heauen Shall seeme to rauish our enchanted thoughts Thus is the feare of vnkinde Ptolomey Changed by thee to feast in Iolity Antho. O how mine eares suck vp her heauenly words The whil'st mine eyes do prey vpon her face Caes. Winde we then Anthony with this Royall Queene This day wee le spend in mirth and banqueting Antho. Had I Queene Iunoes heard-mans hundred eies To gaze vpon these two bright Sunnes of hirs Yet would they all be blinded instantly Caes. VVhat hath some Melancholy discontent Ore-come thy minde with trobled passions Ant. Yet being blinded with the Sunny beames Her beauties pleasing colours would restore Decayed sight with fresh variety Lord Lord Anthony what meanes this trobled minde Caesar inuites thee to the royall feast That faire Queene Cleopatra hath prepard Antho. Pardon me worthy Caesar and you Lords In not attending your most gratious speech Thoughts of my Country and returne to Rome Som-what distempered my busy head Caes. Let no
stab and stabing kill Till that more liues might bee extinquished Then his ambition Romanes Slaughtered Tre. How heauens haue iustly on the authors head Returnd the guiltles blood which he hath shed And Pompey he who caused thy Tragedy Here breathles lies before thy Noble Statue Enter Anthony Anth. What cryes of death resound within my eates Whome I doe see great Caesar buchered thus What said I great I Caesar thou wast great But O that greatnes was that brought thy death O vniust Heauens if Heauens at all there be Since vertues wronges makes question of your powers How could your starry eyes this shame behold How could the sunne see this and not eclipze Fayre bud of fame ill cropt before thy time What Hyrcan tygar or wild sauage bore For he more heard then Bore or Tyger was Durst do so vile and execrate a deede Could not those eyes so full of maiesty Nor priesthood o not thus to bee prophand Nor yet the reuerence to this sacred place Nor flowing eloquence of thy goulden tounge Nor name made famous through immortall merit Deter those murtherors from so vild a deed Sweete friend accept these obsequies of mine Which heare with teares I doe vnto thy hearse And thou being placed among the shining starrs Shalt downe from Heauen behold what deepe reueng I will inflict vpon the murtherers Exit with Caesar in his armes FINIS Act. 3. Enter Discord Dis. Brutus thou hast what long desire hath sought Caesar Lyes weltring in his purple Goare Thou art the author of Romes liberty Proud in thy murthering hand and bloody knife Yet thinke Octauian and sterne Anthony Cannot let passe this murther vnreuenged Thessalia once againe must see your blood And Romane drommes must strike vp new alaromes Harke how Bellona shakes her angry lance And enuie clothed in her crimson weed Me thinkes I see the fiery shields to clash Eagle gainst Eagle Rome gainst Rome to fight Phillipi Caesar quittance must thy wronges Whereas that hand shall stab that trayterous heart That durst encourage it to worke thy death Thus from thine ashes Caesar doth arise As from Medeas haples scatered teeth New flames of wars and new outragious broyles Now smile Aemathia that euen in thy top Romes victory and pride shal be entombd And those great conquerors of the vanquished earth Shall with their swords come there to dig their graues ACTVS 4. SCENA 1. Enter Octauian Octa. Mourne gentle Heauens for you haue lost your ioy Mourne greeued earth thy ornament is gon Mourne Rome in great thy Father is deceased Mourne thou Octauian thou it is must mourne Mourne for thy Vncle who is dead and gon Mourne for thy Father to vngently slaine Mourne for thy Friend whome thy mishap hath lost For Father Vnkell Friend go make thy mone Who all did liue who all did die in one But heere I vow these blacke and sable weeds The outward signes of inward heauines Shall changed be ere long to crimsen hew And this soft raiment to a coate of steele Caesar no more I heare the mornefull songs The tragick pomp of his sad exequies And deadly burning torches are at hand I must accompany the mornefull troope And sacryfice my teares to the Gods below Exit Enter Caesars Hearse Calphurnia Octauian Anthony Cicero Dolobella two Romaynes mourners Calp. Set downe the hearse and let Calphurnia weepe Weepe for her Lord and bath his Wounds in teares Feare of the world and onely hope of Rome Thou whilest thou liuedst was Calphurnias ioye And being dead my ioyes are dead with thee Here doth my care and comfort resting lie Let them accompany thy mournefull hearse Cice. This is the hearse of vertue and renowne Here stroe red roses and sweete violets And lawrell garlands for to crowne his fame The Princely weede of mighty conquerors These worthles obsequies poore Rome bestowes Vpon thy sacred ashes and deare hearse 1. Rom. And as a token of thy liuing praise And fame immortall take this laurell wreath Which witnesseth thy name shall neuer die And with this take the Loue and teares of Rome For on thy tombe shall still engrauen be Thy losse her griefe thy deathes her pittying thee Dolo. Vnwilling do I come to pay this debt Though not vnwilling for to crowne desert O how much rather had I this bestowed On thee returning from foes ouerthrow When liuing vertue did require such meede Then for to crowne thy vertue being dead Lord Those wreaths that in thy life our conquests crowned And our fayre triumphes beauty glorified Now in thy death do serue thy hearse to adorne For Caesars liuing vertues to bee crowned Not to be wept as buried vnder grownd 2. Ro. Thou whilest thou liuedst wast faire vertues flowre Crowned with eternall honor and renowne To thee being dead Flora both crownes and flowers The cheefest vertues of our mother earth Doth giue to gratulate thy noble hearse Let then they soule diuine vouchsafe to take These worthles obsequies our loue doth make Calp. All that I am is but despaire and greefe This all I giue to Celebrate thy death What funerall pomp of riches and of pelfe Do you expect Calphurnia giues her selfe Ant. You that to Caesar iustly did decree Honors diuine and sacred reuerence And oft him grac'd with titles well deserued Of Countries Father stay of Commonwealth And that which neuer any bare before Inviolate Holy Consecrate Vntucht Doe see this friend of Rome this Contryes Father This Sonne of lasting fame and endles praise And in a mortall trunke immortall vertue Slaughtered profan'd and bucherd like a beast By trayterous handes and damned Paracides Recounte those deedes and see what he hath don Subdued those nations which three hundred yeares Remaynd vnconquered still afflicting Rome And recompensed the firy Capitoll With many Citties vnto ashes burnt And this reward these thankes you render him Here lyes he dead to whome you owe your liues By you this slaughtered body bleedes againe Which oft for you hath bled in fearefull fight Sweete woundes in which I see distressed Rome From her pearc'd sides to powre forth streames of bloud Bee you a witnesse of my sad Soules griefe And of my teares which wounded heart doth bleede Not such as vse from womanish eyes proceede Octa. And were the deede most worthy and vnblamed Yet you vnworthely did do the same Who being partakers with his enemies By Caesar all were saued from death and harme And for the punnishment you should haue had You were prefer'd to Princely dignities Rulers and Lordes of Prouinces were you made Thus thanke-les men hee did preferre of nought That by their hands his murther might be wrought All at once except Anthony and Octauian Omnes Reuenge Reuenge vpon the murtherers Antho. Braue Lords this worthy resolution shewes Your deerest loue and great affection VVhich to this slaughtered Prince you alwaies bare And may like bloudy chance befall my life If I be slack for to reuenge his death Octa. Now on my Lords this body le ts inter Amongest
dust and blood were foyld Now Lucius fals heare Drusus takes his end Here lies Hortensius weltring in his goare Here there and euery where men fall and die Yet Cassius shew not that thy heart doth faynt But to the last gasp for Romains freedom fight And when sad death shall be thy labors end Yet boast thy life thou didst for Country spend Enter Anthony Ant. Queene of Reuenge imperious Nemesis That in the wrinkels of thine angry browes Wrapst dreadfull vengance and pale fright-full death Raine downe the bloudy showers of thy reuenge And make our swordes the fatall instruments To execute thy furious bale-full Ire Let grim death seate her on my Lances point Which percing the weake armour of my foes Shall lodge her there within there coward brestes Dread horror vengance death and bloudy hate In this sad fight my murthering sworde awaite Exit Enter Titinnius Titin. Where may I flie from this accursed soyle Or shunne the horror of this dismall day The Heauens are colour'd in mourning sable weedes The Sunne doth hide his face and feares to see This bloudy conflict sad Catastrophe Nothing but grones of dying men are heard Nothing but bloud and slaughter may bee seene And death the same in sundry shapes araied Enter Cassius Casi. In vaine in vaine O Cassius all in vaine T is Heauen and destiny thou striuest against Titin. VVhat better hope or more accepted tydinges I st Noble Cassius from the Battell bringe Cassi. This haples hope that fates decreed haue Philippi field must bee our haples graue Titin. And then must this accursd and fatall day End both our liues and Romane liberty Must now the name of freedome bee forgot And all Romes glory in Thessalia end Casi. As those that lost in boysterous troublous seas Beaten with rage of Billowes stormy strife And without starres do sayle 'gainst starres and winde In drery darkenesse and in chereles night Without or hope or comfort endles are So are my thoughts deiected with dismay Which can nought looke for but poore Romes decay But yet did Brutus liue did hee but breath Or lay not slumbering in eternall night His welfare might infuse some hope or life Or at the least bring death with more content Weried I am through labour of the fight Then sweete Titinnius range thou through the fielde And either glad me with my friends successe Or quickly tell mee what my care doth feare How breathles hee vpon the ground doth lie That at thy words I may fall downe and die Titin. Cassius I goe to seeke thy Noble friend Heauen grant my goings haue a prosperous end Cassi. O go Titinnius and till thy returne Heere will I sit disconsolate alone Romes sad mishap and mine owne woes to moone O ten times treble fortunate were you VVhich in Pharsalias bloudy conflict dyed VVith those braue Lords now layed in bed of fame VVhich neere protected their most blessed dayes To see the horror of this dismall fight VVhy died I not in those Aemathian playnes VVhere great Domitius fell by Caesars hand And swift Eurypus downe his bloudy streame Bare shieldes and helmes and traines of slaughter'd men But Heauens reserud mee to this luckles day To see my Countries fall and friends decay But why doth not Titinnius yet returne My trembling heart misgiues me what 's befalne Brutus is dead I herke how willingly The Ecco itterates those deadly words The whisling windes with their mourning sound Do fill mine eares with noyse of Brutus death The birdes now chanting a more cheerles lay In dolefull notes recorde my friends decay And Philomela now forgets old wronges And onely Brutus wayleth in her songes I heare some noyse O t is Titinnius No t is not hee for hee doth feare to wound My greeued eares with that hearts-thrilling sound Why dost thou feed my thoughts with lingering hope Why dost thou then prolong my life in vayne Tell me my sentence and so end my payne He comes not yet nor yet nor will at all Linger not Cassius for to heare reply What if he come and tels me hee is slayne That only will increase my dying paine Brutus I come to company thy soule Which by Cocytus wandreth all alone Brutus I come prepare to meere thy friend Thy brothers fall procures this balefull end Enter Titinius Titi. Brutus doth liue and like a second Mars Rageth in heate of fury mongest his foes Then cheere thee Cassius loe I bring releefe And news of power to ease thy stormy greefe But see where Cassius weltreth in his blood Doth beate the Earth and yet not fully dead O Cassius speake O speake to me sweet friend Brutus doth liue open thy dying eyes And looke on him that hope and comfort brings O noe hee will not looke on mee but cryes That by my long delayes he haples dies Accursed villaine murtherer of thy friend Why hath thy lingering thus wrought Cassius end How cold thy care was to preuent this deed How slow thy loue that made no greater speed Care winged is and burning loue can flye My care was feareles loue but flattery But sithence in my life my loue was neuer shewne Now in my death I le make it to be knowne Accursed weapon that such blood could spil Nay cursed then the author of this deed Yet both offended both shall punished be I le take reueng of the knife the knife of me It shall make a passage for my life to passe Cause through my life his master murthered was And I on it againe will venged bee Cause it did worke my Cassius tragedy Then this reueng shal be to end my life Mine to distayne with baser blood the knife Enter Brutus the Ghost following him Bru. What doest thou still persue me vgly fend Is this it that thou thirsted for so much Come with thy tearing clawes and rend it out Would thy appeaseles rage be slacked with blood This sword to day hath crimsen channels made But heare 's the blood that thou woulds drinke so fayne Then take this percer broch this trayterous heart Or if thou thinkest death to small a payne Drag downe this body to proud Erebus Through black Cocytus and infernall Styx Lethean waues and fiers of Phlegeton Boyle me or burne teare my hatefull flesh Deuoure consume pull pinch plague paine this hart Hell craues her right and heere the furyes stand And all the hell-hounds compasse me a round Each seeking for a parte of this same prey Alasse this body is leane thin pale and wan Nor can it all your hungery mouthes suffice O t is the soule that they stand gaping for And endlesse matter for to prey vpon Renewed still as Titius pricked heart Then clap your hands let Hell with Ioy resound Here it comes flying through this aery round Gho. Hell take their hearts that this ill deed haue done And vengeance follow till they be ouercome Nor liue t' applaud the iustice of this deed Murther by her owne guilty hand doth bleed Enter Discord Dis. I now my longing hopes haue their desire The world is nothing but a massie heape Of bodys slayne The Sea a lake of blood The Furies that for slaughter only thirst Are with these Massakers and slaughters cloyde Tysiphones pale and Megeras thin face Is now puft vp and swolne with quaffing blood Caron that vsed but an old rotten boate Must nowe a nauie rigg for to transport The howling soules vnto the Stigian stronde Hell and Elisium must be digd in one And both will be to litle to contayne Numberles numbers of afflicted ghostes That I my selfe haue tumbling thither sent Gho. Now nights pale daughter since thy bloody ioyes And my reuengfull thirst fulfilled are Doe thou applaud what iustly heauens haue wrought While murther on the murtherers head is brought Dis. Caesar I pitied not thy Tragick end Nor tyrants daggers sticking in thy heart Nor doe I that thy deaths with like repayd But that thy death so many deaths hath made Now cloyde with blood I le hye me downe below And laugh to thinke I caused such endlesse woe Gho. Sith my reueng is full accomplished And my deaths causers by them selues are slaine I will descend to mine eternall home Where euerlastingly my quiet soule The sweete Elysium pleasure shall inioy And walke those fragrant flowry fields at rest To which nor fayre adonis bower so rare Nor old Alcinous gardens may compare There that same gentle father of the spring Mild Zephirus doth Odours breath diuine Clothing the earth in painted brauery The which nor winters rage nor Scorching heate Or Summers sunne can make it fall or fade There with the mighty champions of old time And great Heroes of the Goulden age My dateles houres I le spend in lasting ioy FINIS