valours glorious image there did liue Then all from his transfixed members striue To plucke the Piles and therewithall they drest The gods themselues on Mars his naked breast Scaeua they put thy armes How great endeede Had bin thine honour if those men that fled Had bin the warlike Celtiberians Germans long arm'd or short Cantabrians No triumphs now no spoiles of this sad war Can decke the temple of the thunderer VVith how great valour wretch hast thou procur'd A lord nor did great Pompey lye immur'd And quiet from attempting fight againe At this repulse no more then th' Ocean Is tir'd when lifted by strong Easterne blast ' Gainst the repelling rockes and eates at last The rockes hard side making though late a way Assaultâ—ng then f the fort that neerest lay To th' sea he takes it by a double war And spreads his men over the fields afar Pleas'd with this liberty of changing ground So when full Padus swells aboue the bound Of his safe bankes and the neere fields oreflowes If any land not able to oppose That hill of water yeild that it oreruns Opening t' it selfe vnknowne dominions Some owners must of force their lands foregoe Some gaine new lands as Padus will bestow Caesar at first not knowing it by light From a towres top had notice from the fight The dust now la'id he sees his walls beat downe But when he found it past and the foe gone This rest his fury stirr'd enraged deepe That Pompey safe on Caesar's losse should sleepe Resolving though to his owne losse to goe On and disturbe the quiet of his foe First he assaults Torquatuâ— who descryes As soone his comming as the sayler spyes Th' approach of a Circaean storme and takes Downe all his sailes when once the maine mast shakes His men within the inner wall doth bring To stand more firmely in a narrow ring Ore the g first trenches workes Caesar was gone VVhen Pompey from the hills aboue sent downe All his whole troopes vpon th' enclosed foe Th' inhabitants neere Aetna feare not so Enceladus when the fierce Southwind blowes And Aetna from her fiery cavernes throwes Her scalding entrailes forth as Caesar's men By the rais'd dust orecome ere they begin To fight and in the cloud of this blind feare Flying they meete their foes terrour does beare Them to their fate Then might haue beene let out The civill wars whole blood and peace beene brought Pompey himselfe their furious swords restrâ—in'd Oh happy Rome still free hadst thou remain'd With all thy lawes and power if there for thee Sylla had conquer'd t is and still shall be Caesar our griefe thy worst of wicked deeds To fight with a good sonne in law succeedes Oh lucklesse fates for Munda's bloody day Spaine had not wept Affâ—icke for Vtica Nor had Nile borne her streame discolouring A carcasse h nobler then th' Aegyptian King Nor Iuba i nak'd on Libyan sands had dy'd Nor had the blood of Scipio pacify'dâ— Carthage dire ghosts nor mens society Had lost good Cato That day Rome to thee Had beene the last of ills Pharsalias day In midst of fate had vanished away Caesar this ill-possessed place forsakes And with his mangled k troopes t'Aemathia makes Pompey pursues his flying father in law Whom from that purpose his friends striue to draw Perswading him to turne to Italy Now free from enemies Never quoth he VVill I like Caesar to my countrey come Nor never more vnlesse with peace shall Rome See my returne In Italy I could Haue stay'd at the beginning if I would Before Romes temples this sad war haue brought And in the midst o' th market place haue fought To draw the war from home to ' th'torrid zone Or Scythiaes farthest cold I would be gone Shall I a conquerer now rob Rome of rest VVho fled lest she should be with war opprest Let Caesar thinke Rome his rather then she Should suffer from this war Then Easterly He turnes his course paths devious marching over VVhere regions vast Candavia does discover And to Thessalia comes which fate for this Sad war ordaind Thessalia bounded is By the â—â—ill Ossa on the Northeast side Pelion when Summer's in her height of pride His shade opposes ' gainst Sols rising rayes The woody Othrys Southward keepes away The scorchiâ—g Lions heate Pindus his hight Keepes off the VVesterne windes and hastens night By hiding the Suns set those men neere feele That in the bottome of Olimpus dwell The Northwindes rage nor all night long can see The shining of the Beare The fields that lye A vale betwixt those hills were heretofore A standing poole with water cover'd ore The fields kept in the rivers Tempe then Had no vent to the sea to fill the fen VVas all the rivers course But when of yore Alcides Ossa from Olimpus tore And Peneus suddainely the sea did fill Sea-borne Achilles kingdome that had still Beene better vnder water first was showne And Phylace that landed first vpon The Trojan shore her ship and Dorion For the nine Muses anger woe-begone Pâ—eleos and Trachis Meâ—â—baa proud Of great Alcides shafts on her bestow'd Rase hire for Oeta's fire and where men now Over the once renowned Argos plow Larissa potent once and where old tales Describe the Echionian Theban walls Thither Agaue banisht there the head And neckâ— of her dead Pentheus buryed Griev'd she had torne no moe limbes from her son The fens thus broke in many rivers run On the VVest side into th'lonian sea Cleaâ—e but small Aeas run as small as he Runs the Egyptian Isis fathers flood And Acheloiis whose thicke streame with mud Soiles the Echinades Euenus ore Meleagers Calydon stain'd with the gore Of Nessus runs Sperchios swiftly slides Into th'Maliacke sea whose channell glides Purely along Amphrysus pasture fields VVhere Phoebus serv'd Anauros that nere yeilds Nor fog nor wind nor exhalation And what ere river by it selfe not knowne To th' sea his waues on Peneus bestowes Apidanos in a swift torrent flowes Enipeus never swift vnlesse combin'd Melas and Phaenix with Asopus join'd Alone his streame pure Titaresus keepes Though in a different named flood he creepes And vsing Peneus as his ground he flowes Aboue from Styx they say this river rose VVho mindfull of his spring scornes with base floods To mixe but keepes the reverence of the gods VVhen first these rivers gone the fields appear'd Fat surrowes the Boebician plowshares reard Th'Aeolian husbandmen then breake the ground The Leleges and Dolopes then wound Her fertile breast the skill'd Magnetians In horesemanship the sea fam'd Minyans In Pelethronian dens t'â—xion there A fruitfull cloud did th'halfe-wilde Centaures beare Thee Monichus that couldst on Pholoe Breake hardest rockes and furious Rhacus thee That vp by th'rootes could strong wilde ashes teare On Octa's mount which Boreas blasts would beare Pholâ—â— that didst Alcâ—des entertaine Ravishing Nessus on the river slaine By venom'd shafts and thee old Chiron made A constellation now who seem'st t' invade The Scorpion
sheath'd his blade In kinsman's breast or by the wound he made Has done no wrong to kindred all as one Shall I esteeme kinseman and foe vnknowne Fill vp the trenches teare the rampiers downe That in full maniples we may come on Spare not your campe that campe shall be your owne From which you dying army is come downe Scarse thus had Caesar spoke when every one Fell to their charge and straight their armour don A quicke presage of happy war they take Of their neglected campe â—avocke they make Not rank'd nor marshall'd by the generall Confus'd they stand leaving to fortune all Had all beene Caesars had each souldier fought For monarchy and Romes sole Empire sought They could not all with more desire come on When Pompey saw them march directly downe That now the war admitted no delay But this by heavens appointment was the day He stands amaz'd and cold the war to feare T was fatall in so great a souldier But cheering vp his men his owne feares hiding On a proud steed through every quarter riding The time your valours wisht for souldiers Is come quâ—th he the end of civill wars This is the sword's last worke the judging hower Of nations fates now shew your â—tmost power He that would see his houshold gods againe His countrey wife and children must obtaine All by the sword the gods haue in this fight Dispos'd them all our just cause does invite To hope our swords the gods themselues shall guide Through Caesars breast and in his blood provide Th' establishment of Roman liberty Had they to him decreed a Monarchy To my old age death might long since haue come It was no signe the gods were wroth with Rome Preserving Pompey for her leader now And all helpes else that conquest can bestow Illustâ—ious men such as old times did show Doe willingly these dangers vndergoe Should the Camilli th' ancient Curii Reviue or the devoted Decii Heere they would stand Forces we haue from th' East Numberlesse â—ityes aides war never prest So many hands we vse all nations Of the whole world people of all the zones Of all mankinde twixt North and South that dwell Are heere we may enclose that army well With our wide stretch'd-out wings the victory Askt not all hands some neede but shout and cry Caesars small strength cannot employ vs all Thinke that your mothers from the city wall Tearing their haire entreat your valour now Thinke that the old vnarmed Senate bow Their honour'd hoary heads before your feete And Rome her selfe for freedome doth entreate Thinke that this age and our posterity Doe both entreat one would in freedome dy The other be freeborne And if there be After these pledges a roome left for me I with my wife and sonnes before your feete If th' honour of a generall would permit Would fall vnlesse you conquer heere your shame And â—aesars mocke is banisht Pompey's name I craue in freedome my â—ast age to spend And not â—e taught to serue so neere my end This sad speech fiâ—'d the Roman spirits anew They wish to dy should what they feare be true With aequall furâ— then both armyes meete One for ambition th' other freedome fight These hands shall act what no succeeding yeare Nor all mankind for ever can repaire Thouâ—h free from wars this fight kills men to come And the next age before they enter wombe All Latian names thence fabulous shall be And men in ruin'd dust shall scarsely see The Gabii Veii Cora nor the roome Where Alba stood nor faire Laurentium A countrey desolate which none espyes But the forc'd Consuls in night sacrifice Blaming old Numa's institution These monuments times ruining hand alone Has not defac'd wars ciuill crimes we see In that so many cities empty'd be To that small number is mankind reduc'd We all whom the whole earth has since produc'd Are not enough the townes and fields to fill One towne vs receiues vs all and bondmen till Th'Italian lands old houses stand alone Rotten and want a man to fall vpon And wanting her old Citizens there slaine Rome with the dreggs of men is fill'd againe This slaughter makes that Rome hereafter free From civill war for many yeeres shall be Pharsalia is the cause of all these ills Let Canna yeild that our blacke annalls fills And Allia damn'd in Roman Calenders Rome has remembred these as her small scarres But would forget this day oh fatall time Those liues that fortune had from every clime Brought heere to perish might all losse repaire Mankind susteines by pestilentiall ayre Sickenesse towne-swallowing earth quakes or fires rage Heere fortune showes the gifts of many an age People and Captaines robbing vs of all In one sad field to shew when Rome did fall How great she fell the more thou did'st possesse Of earth the shorter was thy happinesse All wars before did land on thee bestow To both the poles Sol saw thy conquests goe But that a little of the East remain'd Thou all the sky-encompass'd globe had'st gain'd Thine had beene night and day the stars could shine And planets wander ore no land but thine But this one day thy fate as far backe beares As 't was advaunc'd in all those former yeres This bloody day is cause that India The Roman Fasces cannot keepe in aw That Consuls doe not with their plowes designe Sarmatian walls nor in their bounds confine The Scythian Daa that still Parthians owe For the blood lost in Crassus overthrow That liberty nere to returne againe And flying civill war her flight has tane Ore Tigris and the Rhene and can be brought No more though with our bloods so often sought Would we had nere that happinesse possest Which Scythia and Germany has blest Would Rome had ever serv'd since that first light VVhen by the augury of Vulâ—urs flight Romulus fill'd with theeues his walls begun Even till Pharsalia's wofull field was won Brutus we taxe fortune why did we frame Our freedomes lawes or yeareâ— by Consuls name Happy Arabians Medes and Easterne lands That still haue liv'd vnder their Kings commands VVe last of all though now asham'd to bow A Monarch's yoke are forc'd to vndergoe No gods at all haue we when all things mooue By chance we falsely thinke there is a Ioue Can he downe from the starry sky behold Thessalia's slaughter and his thunder held Can he with thunder cleaue a sencelesse tree Pholoe Oete harmelesse Rhodope Must Cassius hand rather this tyrant slay He at Thyestes feast could shut vp day Involving Argos in a suddaine night And can he lend Thessalia his light Where brothers fight and sonnes ' gainst fathers are For mortall men no god at all takes care But for this woe revenge we doe obtaine As much as fiâ—ts that earth ' gainst heaven should gaine This war our Emperours does aequalize To gods aboue and their soules deifyes Adornes their heads with thunder rayes and stars Rome by mens soules in her gods temples sweares When both
vnknowne What name should those two Channells meet in one They 'd beaâ—e Euphrates flowing on the fields That profit there that Nile in Aegypt yeelds But Tigris swallow'd by the gaping earth Long hides his course but at his second birth Deniâ—s not to the Sea his new-borne flood Betwixt boâ—h Campes fierce Parthians neuters stood Content that they alone had causde this war VVith poyson'd arrowes wandring Scythians far Come to the Campe whom Bactros ioy flood Enâ—losâ—s and Hyrcania's desert wood The valiant Heniochian Horsemen there Sprung from the Spartan race Sarmatians neere To the fierce Moschi where cold Phasis glides And Colâ—hos richest pasture fields divides VVhere Halys fatall to the Lydian King Does flow where Tanais that drawes his spring From the Riphaean hills and doth divide Europe from Asia giving to each side The name of severall worlds and as he bends Now to this world now that encrease he lends Where slow Moeotis driven into the seas Takes from the pillars of great Hercules Their fame denying that the Gades alone Admit the sea Scythonian nations The valiant Arians Arimaspians With gold deck'd lockes and swift Gelonians The Massegets their thirst that satisfie With the same horses bloods whereon they fly Not Cyrus leading th'Easterne troopes nor when Xerxes by darts numbring his armed men Came downe nor Agamemnon bound to set His brothers ravisht wife with that fam'd fleet So many Kings brought vnder their commands So many nations drawne from severall lands Different in language and attire nor ere Did fortune bring so many men to beare Part in a mighty ruine making all Sad obsequies at Pompeys funerall Marmaricke troopes the horned Ammon prest And all scorcht Affricke from the farthest VVest To th'Easterne shore send ayde as far as ly The Syrtes gulfes lest Caesar severally And oft be troubled here all nations Pharsalia brings to be suddu'de at once Caesar now leaving fearefull Rome in hast VVith his swift troopes the cloudy Alpes orepast But though his fame all people else affright Phocian Massyllia f dares yet keepe aright Her faith and far from Greekish levity The cause the lawes not fortune followes she But first of all they labour to asswage VVith peacefull parley his vncurbed rage And stubborne minde and to their foe now nigh They send an Oliue-bearing Embassy As Latiums annals can true mention make Massilia still was ready to partake The fate of Rome in any forreine war And now if triumphs over nations far Caesar thou seeke to such a conflict take These hands and liues of ours but if you make Sad civill war then giue vs leaue to bend To neyther side and naught but teares to spend Let not our hands in wounds so sacred be If th' heavenly gods had civill enmity Or earth-borne Giants should assault the sky No ayde to Ioue durst human piety By armes or prayers lend their states aboue We know not but are bound to thinke that Ioue Has thunder still besides how many from All nations now doe voluntaryes come The slothfull world is not from vice so far That you should need forc'd sword to civill war Would every people would this cause refuse And this sad war no hands but Roman vse Some hands would falter at their fathers sight And brothers faintly would ' gainst brothers fight The war will soone haue end if forreine states You vse not t'exercise their ancient hates Our humble suite is that within our wall Thou ' ldst trust thy selfe and leaue behinde thee all Thy threaâ—ning Eagles let vs this obtaine To shut out war and Caesar entertaine Let this place free from guilt safely receiue Thy selfe and Pompey if fates please to giue Peace to vnconquer'd Rome here both may meete Vnarm'd but why when danger did invite Thy wars to Spaine turn'dst thou to vs aside We are of no availe to turne the tide Of your great wars our armes haue prooved still Vnfortunate when fortune did exile Vs from our first plantation here we sate And Phocis sackt towers hither did translaâ—e Here in a forreine coast and weake wall'd towne Safe haue we liv'd our Faith is our râ—nowne If thou intend seidge to our walles to lay Or through our gates t' enforce a speedy way In the defence we are resolv'd to dye And fury of the sword and fire to try If thou divert our waters course the ground Wee le dig and licke the puddle we haue found If foode should faile flesh of our children slaine Fearefull to touch or see our jawes should staine For liberty to suffer wee le not feare VVhat once Saguntum when besiedg'd could beare In Carthage war our babes in vaine that striue To sucke their mothers dry'd vp breasts wee le giue Freely to th' fire a wife shall sue for death At her deare husbands hand a brothers breath A brothers hand shall stop this civill war VVee le choose o'th'two so spoketh ' embassador But Caesar's troubled looke his anger speakes Before his words but this at last these Greekes Vaine hope of our departure has possest Though we were marching to the farthest VVest Yet haue we time to sacke Massilia Souldiers rejoyce fate meetes vs in the way VVith war as windes in th' empty aire doe loose Their force vnlesse some strong growne oake oppose As mighty fires for want of fuell dye So want of foes breedes our calamity Our strength were lost vnlesse some durst stand out To be subdu'd but if I come without My armes they will receiue me they desire Not to exclude but take me prisoner But they forsooth would faine that guilt eschew That followes civill war I le make them rue Their asking peace and know that nought can be Safer then war to those serue vnder me Then on he marches the towne fearelesse shut Their gates and souldiers on the rampiers put Not far off from the walles a hill there stood VVhose top was like a field levell and broade VVhich Caesar in surveying judg'd to be Safe for a campe and fit to fortifieâ— The townes nâ—eâ—'st part did an high castle raise Aequall to th'hill in midst a valley was Caesar resolues on a laborâ—ous thing To fill the valley and together bring Both hills but first to shut vp quite the towne By land from both sides his high campe brings downe A long worke to the sea a bulwarke rais'd Of turfes with rampiers on the top and plac'd In length to cut all convoyes from the towne This was a thing for ever to renowne This Greekish towne to stay the violent course Of this hot war not tâ—ne by suddaine force Or feare when Caesar all the rest orerunne The cities conquest as'kd him time alone T' was much â—o stay â—is fates fortune in hast To make him lord of all the world did wast Time at this â—eidge nâ—w round about the towne The lofty woods are fell'd large Oakes hew'n downe To fortifie with posts tâ—e bulwarkes side Lest earth too brittle of it selfe should slide Away not able the towers weight to beare A wood
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
â—nâ—ique venis Discursusque animae diversa in membra meantis Interceptus aquis nullius vita perempti Est tanta dimissa via But others say he did not repeat these Verses but those in the ninth Booke Sanguis erant lachrymae quaecunque foramina novit Humor ab his largus manat cruor ora redundant Et patulae nares sudor rubet omnia plenis Membra fluunt venis totum est pro vulnere corpus These were his last words Hee dyed the day before the Calends of May in the seven and twentyeth yeare of his age Nerva Syllanus and Vestinius Atticus being Consuls He was buryed at Rome in his owne most faire and sumpteous Gardens To my chosen Friend The learned Translator of LVAN THOMAS MAY Esquire WHen Rome I reade thee in thy mighty paire And see both climing vp the slippery staire Of Fortunes wheele by Lucan driv'n about And the world in it I begin to doubt At every line some pin thereof should slacke At least if not the generall Engine craâ—ke But when againe I vtew the parts so peiz'd And those in number so and measure rais'd As neither Pompey's popularity Caesar's ambitions Cato's liberty Calme Brutus tenor start but all along Keepe due proportion in the ample song It makes me ravish'd with iust wonder cry What Muse or rather God of harmony Tâ—ught Lucan these true moodes replyes my sence What gods but those of arts and eloquece Phoebus and Hermes They whose tongue or pen Are still th' interpreters twixt gods and men But who hath them interpreted and brought Lucans whole frame vnto vs and so wrought As not the smallest ioynt or gentlest word In the great masse or machine there is stirr'd The selfe same Genius so the worke will say The Sunne translated or the Sonne of May. Your true friend to Iudgement and Choise BEN. IONSON Vpon this vnaequall'd worke and the Author ROme had beene still my wonder I had knowne Lucan in no expression but his owne And had as yet coniectur'd it a wrong To haue prais'd Caesar in another tongue To bring foorth One that could but vnderstand I thought a pride too great for any Land Yea for Romes selfe Who would be posde to tell How great she was when she could write so well Tell truth was neerer brought by thee till I Found Lucan Languag'd like my infancy Till Rome was met in England in that State That was at once her greatnesse and her fate So all to vs discover'd that naught 's hid Which either she could speake or Caesar did Beyond which nothing can be done by thee Though thou hadst more of Lucan then we see Reveal'd in this wherein there is so much Of myracle that I durst doubt him such As thou hast rendred him But that I know T is crosse to be thy friend and Lucans foe Whom thou hast made so much thy selfe that we May almost striue about his Pedigree Since Rome hath nothing left to prooue him hert But the foule instance of his Murtherers So neatly hast thou rob'd her of his name That she can onely reskew't with a shame Which may she doe whilst Nations reckon thee Lucan in all except Romes infancy I. VAVGHAN LVCANS Pharsalia The first Booke The Argument of the first Booke The fatall causes of this warre are showne Enraged Caesar passes Rubicon Invades Arim'num where to him from Rome Curio and both the banish'd Tribunes come With new incitements to these civill Warres Caesar's Oration to his Souldiers Bold Laelius protestation which by all The rest confirmed makes the Generall Draw out from every part of France at once His now dispers'd and wintring Legions Rome's feare great Pompey with the Senate flyes Heaven ayre and earth are fill'd with prodigies The Prophets thence and learned Augures show The wrath of Heaven and Romes ensuing woe WArres more then civill on Aemathian plaines We sing rage licens'd where great Rome disdaines In her owne bowels her victorie us swords Where kindred hoasts encounter all accords Of Empire broke where arm'd to impious warre The strength of all the shaken world from farre Is met knowne Ensignes Ensignes doe defie Piles a against Piles ' gainst Eagles Eagles fly What fury Countreymen what madnesse cou'd Moove you to feast your foâ—s with Roman blood And choose such warres as could no triumphs yeeld Whilst yet proud Babylon vn or quer'd held The boasting trophaes of a Roman hoast And vnrevenged wander'd Crassus b Ghost Alas what Seas what Lands might you haue tane With that bloods losse which ciuill haÌ„ds haue drawne Yours had been Titans rising yours his sett The Kingdomes scorched in Meridian heate And those where winter which no spring can ease With lasting cold doth glaze the Sâ—ythian seas The Seres yours the wilde Araxis too And those that see Niles spring if any doe Then ' gainst thy selfe if warre so wicked Rome Thou loue when all the world is overcome Turne backe thy hand thou didst not want a Foe But now that walles of halfe fall'n houses so Hang in Italian Townes vast stones we see Of ruin'd walles whole houses empty be And ancient Townes are not inhabited That vntill'd Italy's with weedes orespread And the neglected Plowes want labouring hands Not thou fierce Pyrrhus nor the Punicke Bands This waste haue made no sword could reach so farre Deepe pierce the wounds receiu'd in ciuill warre But if no other way to Neroes raigne The â—ates could finde if gods their Crownes obtaine At such deare rates and Heaven could not obey Her Ioue but after the sterne Giants fray Now we complaine not gods mischiefe and warre Pleasing to vs since so rewarded are Let dire Pharsalia grone with armed Hoasts And glut with blood the Carthaginian Ghosts With these let Munda's c fatall Battle goe Mutina's d Siedge Perusias e famine too To these add Actiums f bloody Navall fight And neere Sicilia g Sextus slavish Fleete Yet much owes Rome to civill â—nmity For making thee our Prince when thou the sky Though late shalt clime chaÌ„gethine earthly reigne Heaven as much grac'd with ioy shall entertaine And welcome thee whether thou wouldst put on Ioues Crowne or ride in Phoebus burning Throne Earth will not feare the change theÌ„ce maist thou shine Downe on thy World to thee all power divine Will yeild and Nature to thy choise will give What god to be or where in Heaven to liue But neere the Northern Beaâ—e oh doe not reigne Nor crosse the point of the Meridian From whence obliquely thou shouldst Rome behold If all thy weight one part of Heaven should hold The Honour'd loade would bowe heavens Axletree Hold thou the middle of the poysed Sky Let all the ayre betweene transparent be And no darke Cloud twixt vs and Caesar fly Then let Mankinde forget all warre and strife And every Nation loue a peacefull life Let peace through all the world in this blest state Once more shut warre like Ianus Iron gate Oh be my god If thou this breast inspire
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
burn'st the clawes And fir'st the tayle of threatning Scorpion VVhat great thing breedst thou Mars milde Ioue goes downe Oppressed in his fall and in the skyes The wholesome starre of Venus dulled is Mercury looses his swift motion And fiery Mars rules in the sky alone VVhy doe the starres their course forsaking glide Obscurely through the ayre why does the side Of sword-bearing Orion shine too bright VVarres rage is threatned the sword's power all right Confounds by force impiety shall beare The name â—f Vertue and for many a yeare This fury lasts it bootes vs not to craue A peace with peace a master we shall haue Draw out the series of thy misery O Rome to longer yeares now onely free From civill warre These prodigies did scarre The multitude enough but greater farre Ensue as on the top of Pindus mount The Thracian women full of Bacchus wont To raue so now a matron ran possest By Phoebus vrging her inspired brest VVhere am I carried now where leau'st thou me Paean already rapt aboue the Sky Pangaea's snowy top Phâ—lippi plaines I see speake Phoebus what this fury meanes VVhat swords what hands shal in Romes battels meet VVhat warres without a foe oh whither yet Am I distracted to that Easterne land VVhere Nile discolours the blew Ocean There there alas I know what man it is That on Nile's banke a trunke deformed lyes Ore Syrtes sands ore scorched Libya VVhether the reliques of Pharsalia Erinnis carry'd ore th' Alpes cloudy hill And high Pyrene am I câ—rried still Then backe againe to Rome where impious And fatall warre defiles the Senate house The Factions rise againe againe I goe Ore all the world shew me new Kingdomes now New Seas Philippi I haue seene this spoke The furious fit her wearied breast forsooke FINIS Libri primi Annotations on the first Booke a Romane Darts or Iavelins which their footmen vsed about fiue foot long If any man quarrell at the word Pile as thinking it scarse English I desire them to giue a better word For Dart or Iavelin is a wood too generall and cannot intimate a civill warre for darts had fought against darts though a Roman Army had fought against barbarous and forreigne Nations But Pilum was a peculiar name to the Roman darts and so meant by Lucan which if any deny let him read these Verses in the seventh booke of our Author sceleris sed â—râ—mine nullo Externam maculant Chalybem stetit omne coactum Circa pila nefas b Marcus Crassus a great and rich Roman ruling the Province of Syria went with a Consular Army to the Parthian warre and was there defeated and slaine together with his Sonne and his whole Army by Surena the Kings Generall c Nere Munda a City in Spaine the two Sonnes of Pompey were overcome by Iulius Caesar Câ—eius was slaine and Sextus fledde thirty thousand Pompeians were there slaine insomuch that Caesar to besiedge the conquered made a countermure of dead carkasses d Antonâ—us besiedged D. Brutus in Mutina a city of Gallia Cisalpâ—na in raising which siedge both the Consuls Hircius and Pansa were slaine but Augustus afterward raised it e Perusia a city in Thuscia whither Lucias Antonius had fledd was by Augustus forced to yeed through Famine f Where Augustus in a Sea-fight vanquished Antonius and Cleopatra g A fight on the Sicilian Sea where Sextus Pompeius had armed Slaues and bondmen against Augustus by whom he was there defeated h These three were Crassus Caesar and Pompey who all excelling in wealth dignity fame and ambition reconciled to each other and linked together in affinity entred into such a league that nothing should be done in the Common wealth that displeased themselues dividing among themselues Provinces and Armies Pompey by his Lieutenants governed Spaine and Affrica Caesar had his government over all Gallia prorogued for another fiue yeares Crassus governed all Syria i Iulia a vertuous Roman Lady daughter to Caesar and wife to Pompey the great who dyed vntimely for the Common-wealth since her life might haue preserved peace betweene her husband and her father k Beside Rubicon was a pillar raised vp and vpon it a decree of the Senate engraven that it should not bee lawfull for any to come armed homeward beyond that place l Quintus Cassius and Marcus Antonius Tribunes of the people for speaking boldly in the behalfe of Caesar were commaunded out of the Court by the two Consulls Marcellus and Lentulus who vpbraided them with the sedition of the Gracchi and threatned the same ende to them vnlesse they departed the Tribunes escaping out of the Citty by night in poore and base attire fled to Caesar and with them Curio m This Curio had lately beene Tribune of the people and a great enemy to Caesar he was beloved by the vulgar and an excellent speaker but being much in debt Caesar relieved him and made him of his Faction n The lawfull age to triumphin was thirty yeares-old but Pompey the great had triumphed over Hiarbas King of Numidia when hee was but foure and twenty yeares old o The Praetorship Pompey without voyces tooke to himselfe being twenty three yeares olde he was Consull alone and had held other Honours contrary to custome p Pompey the great that hee might beech â—sen at Rome overseer for Corne tooke a course that none should bee brought in from other parts insomuch as that the City endured famiâ—e vpon which Clodius could say The law was not made for the Famine but a Famine was brought in of purpose that such a Law might bee made q When Milo was arraigned for Clodius death Pompey to suppresse the tumult of the people environed the iudgement place with armed men a thing vnlawfull to doe r Sylla 60. yeares old gaue over his Dictatorshippe and lived privatly at Putcoli s Mithridates King of Pontus warred with the Romans forty yeares he was weakened and received overthrowes from Sylla and Lucullus and conquered by Pompey being besiedged in a towne by his sonne Pharnaces he could not poyson himselfe having much vsed Antidotes but fell vpon his sword and dyed t Pompey the great had made a Colony of Cicilian pirats whom he had vanquished v Lac de Lorange those severall townes and Countries of France where Caesars Army lay in Garrison and from whence they were now drawne are heere set downe by their old â—amos and this little volume will not afford roome so far to enlarge my Annotations as to set down the names as they are now called being all changed x The most fierce people of the Belgians where Tâ—turius Sabinus and Arunculus Cotta two of Caesars Lieutenants with fiue Cohorts were entrapped and slaine by fraude of Ambiotix LVCANS Pharsalia The Second Booke The Argument of the second Booke Th' author complaines that future fates are known The sorrow of affrighted Rome is showne An old man calls to minde the civill crimes Of Marius and Syla's bloudy times Brutuâ— with Cato does conferre to whom Chast Martia come from
dead Hortensius Tombe Againe is married in a funerall dresse Pompey to Capua flyes What Fortrâ—sses By Caesar are surprisde who without fight Puts Sylla Scipio Lentulus to flight And takes Domitius at Corfinium Pompey's Oration From Brundusium He sends his eldest Sonne to bring from farre The Easterne Monarchs to this civill Warre But there besiedg'd by Caesar scarse can he Scape safe away by nights obscurity NOw the gods wrath was seene playne signes of warre The world had given forespeaking nature farre From her true course tumultuous monsters made Proclaiming woe Oh Ioue why dost thou adde This care to wretched men to let them see By direpoâ—tents their following misery Whether the worlds Creator when he did From the darke formlesse Chaos light divide Stablisht eternall Lawes to which he ty'de The creatures and himselfe and did divide The worlds set ages by vnchanged fate Or whither nothing preordain'd the state Of mortall things chance rules yet let that be Secret that thou entendst let no eye see His future Fate but hope as well as feare VVhen the sad City had conceiu'd how deare Heavens truth would cost the world her generall woe Proclaim'de a Fast the mourning Senate goe Like the Plâ—beians clad the Consuls ware No purple Roabes no words their griefe declare Mute is their sorrow such a silent woe A dying man's amazed houshold show Before his funerall conclamation Before the mothers lamentation Call on the seâ—vants weeping but when she Feeles his stiffe limmes dead lookes and standing eye Then t is no feare but griefe downe she doth fall Howling vpon him So Romes Matrons all Leaue off their habits and attires of grace And in sad troopes the Altars doe embrace One weepes before the gods one heâ— torne lockes Throwes in the sacred porch another knocks Her breast against the ground the god whose eares VVere vide to pâ—ayers now onely howling heares Nor to Ioues temple did they all repaire They part the gods no altar wants his share Of envy-making mothers but one there Her plâ—int-brusde armes moystned cheekes did teare Now now quoth she oh mothers teare your haire Now beat your breasts doe not this griefe deferre Till the last ills while the Cheifes doubtfull are We may lament when one is conquerer We must reioyce thus griefe it selfe did mooue Such just complaints against the powers aboue The Souldiers make that to each army turne Oh miserable men that were not borne When Carthage warr'de at Trebia's overthrow Or Cannae's mortall field nor beg we now For peace oh gods stirre each fierce Nation Raise mighty Cities let the world in one Conspire let Median powers from Susae come Nor let cold Ister hold his Scythians from This war the Suevians from the Northren clime Let Albis send and the rude head of Rhine Make vs all peoples foes so not our owne Here let the Daci there the Getes come on Let one his forces against Spaine employ Gainst th'Easterne bowes let tothers Egles fly Let Rome haue war with all or if our names You gods would ruine let the sky to flames Dissolv'd fall downe and quite consume our coasts Or thunder strike both Captaines with their hosts While they be guiltlesse Ioue seeke they to try With so much mischeife who Romes Lord shall be 'T were scarse worth civill war that none should reigne Thus then did bootlesse piety complaine But the old men mov'd with particular griefe Curse their old age and ill prolonged life Their yeares reserv'd againe to civill war a One seeking presidents for their great feare Such woes quoth he the gods intended vs When after b both his triumphs Marius His flying head among the reedes and sedge Once hid the Fennes then cover'd Fortunes pledgeâ— But taken he endur'd a prison's stinch And his old limmes did iron shackles pinch To dye a Consull happy and in Rome Before c hand suffered be for guilt to come Death fled him oft and power to shed his blood In vaine a Cimbrian d had who trembling stood Offring a stroke his faultring hand the sword Let fall his dungeon did strange light afford Th' affrighted Cimbrian furyes seem'd to see And heard what Marius afterward should be Thou canst not touch this life to fate he owes Thousands of liues ere he his owne can loose Cease thy vaine fury if you Cimbrians wou'd Revenge on Rome your slâ—ughtred Nations blood Saue this old man whom their sterne will to serue Not the gods loue but anger did preserue A cruell and fit man when Fate contriu'de Romes ruine he on Libyan coasts arriu'de Wandred through empty cottages vpon Triumphed Iugurth's spoil'd dominion And Punicke ashes troad each others state Carthage e and Marius there commiserate And both cast downe both now the gods excus'd But into Marius minde that ayre infusde A Libian rage when Fortune turn'de againe Slaues from f their Lords prisoners froÌ„ the chaine He free'de and arm'de no man his Ensignes bore But who the badge of some knowne miâ—chiefâ— wore And brought guilt to the campe oh Fates how sad A day was that when conquering Marius had Surpris'de the walls how swift flew cruell death Senators with Plebeians lost their breath The sword rag'd vncontrol'de no breast was free The temples stainde with blood and slippery Were the red stones with slaughter no age then Was free the neere spent time of aged men They hasten'de on nor sham'de with bloody knife To cut the Infants new span thread of life What crime had lnfants done to merit death But 't was enough that they could loose their breath Fury directs them guilty liues to take A lone seem'd too remisse for number sake Some fall one cutt ' off heads he does not know Whilst empty-handed hee 's a sham'd to goe No hope to scape but kisse the bloud-staind g hand Of Marius though a thousand swords did stand Ready base People did you not disdaine At such a price a life though long to gaine Much lesse a time so short so troublesome And breath but respited till Sylla come Who now has time to waile Plebejan fates Scarce can we thine braue Babim h whom the hates Of the fierce multitude in pieces tore Nor thine Antonius i that thy death before Couldst prophesie whose gray-head bleeding yet On Marius table the rude Souldier sett Torne are the headlesse Crassi k impious wood Is stain'd with sacred Tribunitiall l blood Thou Scavola m that didst a kisse disdaine Of Marius hand at Vestaes Altar slaine And never quenched fires but ages drought Left thee not so much blood as would put cut The flame His seventh n Consulship now come Old Marius dies a man that had orecome Fortunes worst hate and her best loue enjoy'de And tasted all that Fates for man provide How many neere the Colline port were kill'd How many Carcasses on heapes were pil'de At Sacriportum o where almost her seate Had the worlds Eâ—pire chang'd and Sâ—mnis yet Hop'd deeper farre to wound the Roman name Then at the Caudine p Forkes then
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
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
divorc'd What was conjoyn'd part of the hill the sea Gaue to Pelorus in Sicilia Caesar now mad of war loues not to finde But make his way by blood nor is his minde Ioy'd that in Italy he sees no foes No Countreys guarded from him meetes no blowes But counts his journey lost desires to breake Not open gates and loues his march to make By fire and sword not sufferance thinkes it shame To tread permitted paths and beare the name Of Citizen The Italian Cities are Doubtfull which way to leane and though when warre Makes her first fear'd approach all easily VVill yeeld with Bulwarkes yet they fortify Their walls dig trenches round about below Vast stones and weapons from aboue to throw They get and engines on their walles provide The People most encline to Pompey's side But faith with terrour fights so when we see The South-windes horrid blastes possesse the sea The waues all follow him till by the stroke Of Aeoluâ— his Spâ—are the open'd Rocke To the rough seas lets out the Fasterne winde They still retaine though new assaults they finde The old though th'Eastwind th' aire with darke stormes fill The Ocean dâ—es the Southwind challenge still But peoples minds feare changes easily And Fortune swayes their wavering loyaltie By Libo's flight Etruria's naked left And Vmbria Thermus y gone of freedome rest Sylla farre differing from his fathers fame In civill war flyes hearing Caesars name Varus z before the first assault forsakes Auximum's walles and flight disorder'd takes Ore rockes and desarts Leâ—tuius a is beate From Asâ—ulum the foes pursuing get His men that now alone the Captaine flies With empty Standards rest of Companies Thou Scipio b leau'st the trust committed thee Luceria's Fort though in thy Campe there be The valiantst Youth whom feare of Parthian war From Caesar tooke whom Pompey to repaire His French losse lent him and while he thought good Bestow'd on Caesar th' vse of Romane blood But faire Corfinium's well fenc'd walls containe Thee slout Domitius c in thy Campe remaine Those that arraigned Milo did inclose He when a cloude of dust from far arose And on bright Armes the Sunne reflecting shone And glittering swords cries run my Souldiers run Downe to the river drowne the bridge and thou Encreas'd from all thy empti'd fountaines now Rise swelling streame breake downe and beate away This scatter'd bridge there let the war now stay Let thy bankes make our furious enemy Linger a while wee le count it victory That Caesar first staies here This said in vaine He sends swift Cohorts from the towne amaine For Caesar first when from the fields he spy'de His passage lost by bridge enraged cry'de Cannot your walles base cowards shelter you Enough but that the fields and rivers too Must helpe I le passe through Ganges in my way Rowl'd all his strength no streame shall Caesar stay Since Rubicon is past goe winged Horse Second bold foote the bridge now falling force Thus spake he foorth the winged Horse-men ride And like a storme of Haile on tother side The water their well brandisht Iavelins light Caesar then takes the river puts to flight The Souldiers all that were in station To guard the banke and safe before the towne Is come when straight vp lofty workes are throwne And Engines rais'd the walles to batter downe When lo oh shame of war opening the gate The Souldiers brought their Captaine bound and at The feet of his proud Foe present but he With lookes not shaming high Nobility Offers his throate vndaunted Caesar sees Death 's sought and mercy fear'd then thus replies Liue though thou wouldst not by our bounty liue Enjoy this light and to the conquer'de giue Good hope th' example of our clemency Be thou or else againe warres fortunes trie Naught for this pardon Caesar from thy hands Expects if thou orecome with that commands T'vnbinde him had his death the Conquerour pleas'd How much a Romans blush had fortune easde For following Romes the Senates Pompey's armes Pardon t' a Roman was the worst of harmes He yet vnfear'd his anger doth retaine Speakes thus t'himselfe Wilt thou base man againe See Rome or seeke peacefull retirements No Rather into warres fury dying goe Rush boldly through the midst sure ende to make Of this loath'de life and Caesars gift forsake Pompey not knowing he was tane provides Forces to strengthen with joyn'd power his side Meaning his Campe next morning to remoue The Souldiers spirits before their march to proue He thus with a majesticke voice bespake His silent troopes guilt-punishers that take The better side you truely Roman band Arm'de by the State no private mans command Feare not to fight Italy's wasted all By barbarous troopes throgh the cold Alpes the Gaule Is broken loose blood has already dy'de Caesars polluted swords the gods provide Well that the mischiefe there begins and we First suffer wrong oh nâ—w let Rome by me Take punishment nor can you call it here True war but ouer revenging countrye's ire Nor is this more a war then that wherein Nak'de-arm'de Cethegus and fierce Catiline Meant to fire Rome Lentulus and their mates Oh madnesse to be pittyed when the Fates VVould with Camillus and Metellus joyne Thee Caesar thou to Marius shouldst encline And Ciâ—â—a fall thou shalt as Lepidus Fell vnder Gatulus Carbe by vs Beneaded then that in Sicilia lyes And he that made the Spaniards fierce to rise Banisht Seâ—toâ—iâ—â— though I grudge with those Thou Caesar should be plac'd and Rome oppose My armes ' gainst thee VVould from the Parthian war Crassus had safe return'd and conquerer That thou in such a cause as Spartacus Mightst fall but if the gods intend to vs Thou shalt one title adde this arme a dart Can ably brandish yet about this heart The blood is hote know then not all that loue To liue in peace in war will cowards proue Nor let my age affright you though he call Me worne and weake let an old Generall Be in this campe in that old souldiers be I haue attain'd what ere a people free Can giue and nothing but Monarchie About me left he that in Rome would be Greater then I no private state demands Heere both Romes Consuls heere her Senate stands Shall Caesar then subdue the Senate sure Th' art not quite shamelesse fortune to endure Things should so blindly turne Does rebell France So long a taming and those wartes advance His thoughts so high because from Germany He fled and calling a small streame a sea On the sought Brittaines turn'd his flying backe Or swells he cause all Rome though arm'd forsake The Citie hearing his fierce troops are nigh Ah foole they flie not thee all follow me My glorious Ensignes on the Ocean borne Ere Cynthia twice had fill'd her waned hornes All Pirats fled the seas and at my hand Humbly crav'd dwellings in a narrow Land I that stout King that stayd Romes growth did force Flying along the Scythian seas divorce VVhich Sylla ne'r could
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
Sword-players to meete they hate by faction This said in open field he leades them on Whom the warres fortune meaning to deceiue After at first does prosperously receiue For Varus he defeated following on Their flying backes in execution Even to the campe When Iuba first did know Of this sad field and Varus overthrow Glad that the glory of the war did stay For him by stealth he leade his troupes away And without noise commanding silence goes Fearing he should be feared of his foes Sabura next in honour to the King With a small troope is sent before to bring Curio on by provocation As if the war were left to him alone Himselfe with all his kingdomes strength below Keepes in the valley The Ichneumon so Provoking by his tailes deceitfull shade Th' Aegyptian Aspe dooes at the last invade Free'd from the deadly venoms danger quite The sâ—rpents throate stretch'd out in vaine to meete A slying shade out the lost poison goes And all about the Aspes jawes vainely flowes Fortune assists this fraud fierce Curio Descrying not the strength of his hid foe Enâ—oines his horsemen all to issue out By night and range the vnknowne fields about And after them himselfe by breake of day With all his Eagles spread marches away Much but in vaine entreated to suspect Libyan deceite and fraudes that still infect The Punicke warres but to his funerall Fate gaue him vp and civill war did call Her author on ore rockes and mountaines high They march when on the hill from farre they spy The foe who cunning seemes to flye away Till he haue set his battells in array Vnder the hill this Curio did not know But thought it flight and like a conquerour now Brings forth his troopes into the open plaine Then first discover'd they this guilefull trainâ— The seeming-fled Numidians they espy'd On the hills tops enclosing every side Curio and his lost troopes astonisht quite The fearefull could not flye the valiant fight The horses now not feirce attrumpets sound Chaw not their foamng bitts beate not the ground Spread not their manes nor doe their eares advance Nor with their wonted spright curyet and prance Their sweating shoulders fum'd their tir'd necks hung And their dry'd mouth thrust out their weary tongue Their breasts and throates hoarse with oft blowing grew Their heavy pulse far their spent bowels drew The fomings dry and hote grew hard vpon The bloody bits no strokes could force them on Nor often spurrings make them mend their speed Wounds make them goe to hasten on the steed Bootes not the rider for the weary horse In comming on wants courage strength and force He onely brings his Rider to the foes And does his breast to all their speares expose But when the Lybian horse came coursing nigh The ground did shake and clouds of dust did flie As great as Thracian whirlewinds blow about Ore the skies cover'd face and darkenesse wrought But when warres miserable fate did fall Vpon the foot no doubtfull field at all Was fought the battell in that time was done That men could die for forth they could not run To make their flight enclos'd on every side From far by darts directly throwne they dy'd Obliquely neere not wounds alone they feele Orewhelm'd with stormes of darts weight of steele Pent vp in a straight roome the army 's kept Those that for feare neer'st to the middle crept Amongst their fellowes swords are not secure For the forefront not able to endure The foes assault slept backe and straighter made The Globe no roome to weild their armes they had Their crowded limmes are prest one armed breast Against another driven to death is prest The conquering Mauritanian could not haue So glad a spectacle as fortune gaue He saw no bodies fall no streames of blood Kept so by crowde vpright the bodies stood Let Fortune this new parentation make For hated Carthages dire spirits sake Let bloody Hanniball and Punicke ghosts Of this sad Roman expiation boast Let not in Lybia gods a Roman fall For Pompey or the Senate make at all Vs rather for her selfe let Affrica Conquer his men ore'throwne when Curio saw And the dust lay'd with blood gaue leaue to see Scorning t'out-liue such a calamity Or hope in flight he meete his death to dye Forward and valiant by necessity What now availes thy place and troubled barres From whence a Tribune to seditious wars Thou stirr'dst the people and the Senates right Betray'dst and could'st to civill war encite The sonne and father in law thy death is wrought Before these Lords haue in Pharsalia fought To see that field is not permitted thee This satisfaction in your bloods giue ye Great ones to wretched Rome and pay for war Oh happy Rome and Romans happyer far Would but the gods aboue as carefull be To keepe as to revenge our liberty Vnburied Curio's noble flesh is food For Libyan birds but since t' will doe no good To conceale that which from times injury Fame still will vindicate wee 'll giue to thee The praise that to thy life dooes appertaine Rome never nurtur'd a more able man Nor one to whom whilest good the lawes ow'd more But vice then hurt our city when the store Of wealth Ambition Riot had declin'd To the worst part his yet vnsetled minde And changed Curio the states fate controul'd Brib'd by the spoiles of France and Caesars gold Though potent Sylla and fierce Marius Cinna and Caesars line got rule ore vs By sword to whom did such power ever fall This man sold Rome the other bought it all FINIS Libri quarts Annotations on the fourth Booke a For this conquest much avayled Caesar having quieted Spaine he might securely prosecute the rest of the war having debarr'd Pompey of those legions on which he most relyed this conquest cost little blood for Afranius and Petreius forced by famine yeilded to Caesar b Afranius and Petreius with aequall power with mutuall loue and care governed fiue legions for Pompey in Spaine and chose Ilerda by the appointment of Pompey as a convenient seate for the war c The Celtae leaving France and passing the Pyrenâ—an mountaines seated themselues by the river Iberus and were called Celtâ—beri d Cinga falling into Iber looses his name to Iber which also giues name to all Spaine e Afranius and Petreius when Caesar's horsemen had stopped their wayes of forraging and fetching in Corne and withall frighted because many cities in that part had revolted to Caesar and the rest were like to follow their example resâ—lved to transserre the war into Celtiberia which remained yet in the friendship of Pompey at having received great benefits from him in the Sertorian war besides they supposed that the fame of Caesar was yet more obscure among those barbarous people therefore at the third watch they secretly dislâ—dged and passing over the river Sicoris they marched with speede toward Iberus When Caesar by his scouts vnderstood this and hearing that beyond there were mountainous strait and
againe then the maides breast Shou'd ope the temple doores and out she prest Her mad fit holds nor had she all explain'de Part of the god within her still remain'd And round about her wandring eyes he rowl'd Nor does her face one constant posture hold But sometimes threatning sometimes fearefull t is Sometimes a fiery red her countenance dyes Sometimes her pallid cheekes anger exprest Not feare nor can her wearied heart finde rest But as a while after the windes are câ—as'd The Ocean muâ—mur's so oft so bings eas'd The maidens breast But twixt this inspir'd light And her plaine humane vnderstandings sight A darkenesse came Phoebus oblivion sent Then from her breasts the gods high secrets went And divinations to the Tripodes Return'd againe But when her fit gan cease Shee falls Nor didst thou beguil'd i Appius feare From doubtfull Oracles thy death so neare But in that tottering world with hopes most vaine Thought quietly Eubaea to retaine Ah foole what god but death could set thee free Out of the world 's generall calamity And war there shall thy hearse entombed lye And so possesse Eubaea quietly Where th' sea by marble-fam'd Carystos is Straightn'd and pride-revenging Nemesis Rhamnus adores a straighten'd currert strong That channels holds and Eurypus along Beares ships by violence changing oft his tide From Chalcis to ill harbouring Aulis side By this time Caesar come from conquer'd Spaine With his victorious Eagles was againe Marching k another way when rate almost The prosperous course of his whole war had crost For conquer'd in no fight the generall In his owne campe gan feare the losse of all His treason's fruit those hands that faithfull still Had serv'd his warres now glutted with the fill Of blood began to quit their generall Th' alarmes tragicke sounds not heard at all A while and cold sheath'd swords their thirst of war Had cool'd or else the greedy souldier Damning for gaine both cause and generall Would set his blood stain'd sword at higher sale Caesar not more in any danger try'd How tottering and vnfirme a prop his pride Had lean'd vpon and well might stagger reft Of all those souldiers hands and almost left To his owne sword he that so many lands Had drawne to war knowes now the souldiers hands Not his must doe the deede Their plaints now be Not dumbe nor timorous is their mutiny That cause that does suspitious mindes restraine Whilest each one feares where he is fear'd againe And thinkes that he himselfe distasts alone His rulers tyranny in this was gone Their number to secure their feare is able Where all offend the crime 's vnpunishable They poure out threats now Caesar let vs cease From wicked war thou seek'st by land and seas Swords for these throates and vpon any foe Wouldst our too cheape esteemed liues bestow Some of vs slaine in war in Gallia lye In Spaine lye some and some in Italy Ore all the world thy army 's slaughtered While thou orecom'st what bootes our blood that 's shed ' Gainst Gaules and Germans in the North so far For all thou pay'st vs with a civill war When Rome we tooke and made the Senate flye What spoiles from Men or Temples gathered we Guilty in swords and hands all villany We goe vpon vertuous in poverty Alone what end is there of war at all Or what can be enough if Rome too small See our gray haires weake hands and bloodlesse armes Our vse of life is gone in warres alarmes Our age consum'd send vs now old at least To choose our deaths this is our bad request Our dying limmes on hard ground not to lay Nor strike steele helmets till our dying day To seeke some frends to close our eyes in death To get our proper Piles our last to breath In our wiues armes let sicknesse end our dayes Let 's vnder Caesar find some other wayes Of death then sword why hood winkt leadst thou vs With a vaine hope on acts portentuous As if in civill war we were not able To know what treason is most profitable Our wars haue taught him nothing if not this What we can doe nor is this enterprise Forbid by law he was our generall In th'German wars here we are fellowes all Whom treason soiles it makes of aequall state Besides in his vnthankefull aestimate Our valour 's lost and whatsoere we doe Is call'd his fortune but let Caesar know We are his fate Though friended by the gods Caesar is nothing if with vs at odds This said about his tent they mustur all With angry lookes seeking their generall So let it goe ye gods since piety Forsakes vs and our hopes on vice relye Let discord make an end of civill war What generall would not such a tumult scarre But Caesar that the fates still suddaine tryes And loues through greatest dangers t'exercise His fortunes comes nor till their rage abate Stayes he but meetes the fury of their hate Cityes and Temples spoyles to them he nere Deny'd though Ioue's Tarpejan house it were Senators wiues and daughters to deflower All villanyes would Caesar from his power Haue them aske freely and wars guerdon loue And nothing feares but that his men should proue Honest Ah Caesar art thou not asham'd That civill war by thine owne souldiers damn'd Should be allow'd by thee shall they first be Weary of blood and hate impiety Whilest thou runn'st headlong on through wrong and right Giue ore and learne to liue out of a fight Giue thy guilt leaue to end Why to these wars Doest thou enforce vnwilling souldiers The civill war flyes from thee on the top Of a turfe mount stands Caesar fearlesse vp Deserving feare by his vndaunted looke And thus as anger prompted him he spoke Whom you with hands and lookes did absent braue Souldiers vnarm'd and present now you haue Heere sheath your swords if you would end the wars Sedition that no act of valour dares Faint hearted fooles and flying spirits declares Tir'd with their matchlesse Captaines conquering state But goe leaue me to war with mine owne fate These weapons will find hands when I cashiere All you as many men as swords are heere Will fortune send me shall all Italy In such a fleete with vanquisht Pompey flye And shall my conquests not bring men to share The wealthy spoiles of this neere finisht war Reaping the profit of your toile and so Vnwounded with my laurell'd charriot goe You an old worne and bloodlesse company Then Rom's plebeians shall my tryumphs see Can Caesars fortune feele the losse of you If all the streames that into th' Ocean flow Should threaten to withdraw themselues the seas Would by the losse of them no more decrease Then now they fill Thinke you that such as ye Can any moment to my fortunes be The gods care never will so low descend That fates your deaths or safeties should attend The fates attend on great mens actions Mankind liues for a few and you whom once Spaine fear'd and all the North
Aegaean joyn'd With the Tyrrhene so with th' Ieâ—â—an The Adriatike met How oft in vaine That day the sea seem'd mountaines topps to ' ore flow And yeilding earth that deluge t' vndergoe But such high waues on no shore raised be But from the worlds far part and the maine sea They rowle the earth embracing waters bring Their monstrous waues so whâ—n the heavens high king Help'd his tir'd thunder with his â—rotheis mace To mankinds â—uine earth then added was To Neptunes kingdome when the sea confounded All lands and Tethys by no shore was bounded Contented with no limit but the skyes Then also would those â—welling seas arise Vpto the starres had not great Ioue kept downe Their waues with cloudes nor sprung that night alone From naturall causes the thiâ—ke aire was growne Infected with the dampes of Acheron And clogg'd with foggy stormes waues froÌ„ the maine Fly to the cloudes and fall like showres againe The lightnings light is lost it shines not cleare But shootes obscurely through nights stormy aire The heavens then trembled the high pole for feare Resounded when his hindges mooved were Nature then fear'd the old confusion The elementall concord seem'd vndone And night that mixt th' aetheriall deityes With the infernall â—eem'd againe to rise Their hope of safety was that in this great Wraâ—ke of the world they were not perisht yet As farre as you from Leucas top may see The quiet sea so farre could they desery From waues high tops the troubled Ocean But when the swelling billowes fall againe The maine-mast top scarce aboue water stands The topsailes touch the cloudes the keele the sands For ground is seene from whence the sâ—as arise In hills in waues the seas whole water is Feare conquers art the master does not know Which waue to breake which waue to yeeld vnto But the seas discord only aides them now The barke one billow cannot overflow Let by anothers force which still susteines The yeilding side the barke vpright mainteines Her course supported by all windes no more Low Sasons gulfes Thessalia's crooked shore Or the Ambracian dangerous ports they fear'd But ore the high Ceraunia to be rear'd â—y billowes Caesar thinkes it now to be A danger worthy of his destiny Are the gods troubled so to ruine me Whom sitting heere in a small barke quoth he They haue assaulted with a storme so lowd If on the seas not warres they haue bestow'd The glory of my death fearelesse I come Ye gods to any death that ye can doome Though this too hasty fate great actes breake off I haue already done things great enough The Northren nations I haue tam'd and quell'd My foes at home by armes Rome has beheld Great Pompey my inferiour honours stay'd From me in war the people forc'd haue pay'd All Roman honours in my titles be Let it be knowne fortune to none but thee Though full of honour to the shades below I both Romes Consull and Dictator goe I dye a private death ô gods I craue No funerall let the seas inmost waue Keepe my torne carkasse let me want a tombe And funerall pyle whilest lookt for still to come Into all lands I am and ever fear'd Thus having spoke most strange the tenth waue rear'd His barke aloft nor from the billowes top Did she fall downe kept by the water vp Till on the rocky shore she stood at last His fortune and so many kingdomes cast On shore and townes againe he did receiue Caesar's returne next morne could not deceiue His souldiers so as his stolne flight had done About their generall flock they every one Assaulting him with lamentations And not ingratefull accusations VVhither did thy rash valour carry thee Too cruell Caesar to what destiny Didst thou leaue vs poore soules venturing vpon Th' vnwilling seas and stormes thy selfe alone In thee to seeke for death was cruelty VVhen all the world esteemes thy head so high And on thy life so many liues of ours Depend did none of vs deserue t' haue power Not to surviue thee sleepe did vs detaine While thou wert tost vpon the watry maine Was this the cause thou went'st to Italy Alas it shames vs it was cruelty To venture any man on such a sea For the last act of things such hazards be VVhy doest thou tire the gods so much to goe And venture the worlds greatest Captaine so From fortune's worke and favour thus t' haue sent Thee safe a shore to vs be confident Of the warres issue This vse doest thou make Of the gods favour to escape a wracke Rather then gaine the worlds sole soveraignety Thus while they talke night past the Sunne they see And a cleare day his waues the tired maine By the windes leaue compos'd and smooth'd againe The Captaines also on th' Italian side VVhen the tâ—r'd Ocean free from waues they spy'd By the pure Northwinds rising thence convay'd Their ships which their skill'd Marriners had stay'd So long for feare while winds auspicious fail'd Like a land army their joyn'd navy sail'd On the broad Sea but the chang'd windes by night Fill'd not their sailes but broke the order quite So Cranes in VVinter Strymon's cold forsake To drâ—nke warmâ— Nile and in their first flight make As chance directs of letters various formes VVhen their spread wings are by the violent stormes Of strong South-windes assailed by and by â—n a confused globe all mingled fly The letter 's lost in their disranked wings But the next morne when rising Titan brings A stronger winde to driue the navie ore They passe the vaine attempted Lissus shore And to Nymphaeum come Southwinds that blow The haven on them the Northwindes fled bestow VVhen Caesars legions all collected were And Pompey saw the war was drawne so neere To his owne campe he thinkes best to provide For his wiuâ—â— safety and in Lesbos hide Thee faire Cornelia from the noise of warre Alas in just and noble mindes how farre Prevailes true loue true loue alone had power To make great Pompey feare wars doubâ—full houre His wife alone he wisht free from that stroke That all the world and Romes whole fortune shooke But now a ready mâ—nd wants words in him He yeilds to sweete delayes from fare steales time But when th'approching morne had banisht rest And faire Cornelia his care-wounded breast Clasping from her averted husband seekes A loving kisse wondring to feele his cheekes Moistened with teares tâ— hidâ—en cause she feares And daâ—es not finâ— great Pompey shedding teares He then thus mourning spake oh dâ—arest wife Dearer to me then life not now when life I loath but in our best prosperity That sad day's come which too too muâ—h haue we Yet not enough dâ—fferr'd Caesar's addrest For fight thou must not stay Lesbos the best And safest place will be for thee to hide Doe not enâ—treat me sweete I haue deny'd It to my selfe nor absent long shall we Remaine for swift will this wars tryall be Great things fall speedily To heare not see Thy
should yon feare cowards whilest I am by To see those fiends that shake at sight of me Then with warme blood opening fresh wounds she fills His breast and gore to th' inward parts distills Of the Moones poisonous gelly store she takes And all the hurtfull broodes that nature makes Foame of mad dogs which sight of water dread The pyth of staggs with serpents nourished Was mixed there the dire Hyaena's knot The spotted Lynx his bowells wanted not Nor that small fish whose strength though Eurus rise Can stay the course of ships the Dragons eyes The sounding stone that brooding Eagles make Warme in their nests th' Arabian nimble snake The red sea-viper pretious gemms that kept Skins from th' aliue Libyan Cerastes stript The Phoenix ashes lay'd in Araby With these when vile and namelesse poisons she Had mixt and leaues fill'd with enchantments strong And herbes which her dire mouth had spit on young What poyson she did on the world bestow Then adds a voyce to charme the gods below More powerfull then all herbes confounding noises Much dissonant and far from humane voices There was the barke of dogs the wolues sad howle The scriches waâ—ling hollowing of the Owle All voices of wilde beasts hissing of snakes The sound that beat from rockes the water makeâ— The murmur of stirr'd woods the thunders noise Broke from a cloud all â—â—is was in her voice The rest Aemonian incantations tell And thus her voice peirces the lowest hell Furyes and Stygian fiends whose scourges wound All guilty soules Chaos that wouldst confound Vn-number'd worlds king of the earth beneath That griev'st to see the gods exempt from death Thou Styx and faire Elysium which no spirit To a Thessalian witch deserues t'enherit Thou that thy mother hat'st Persephone And heaven thou lowest part of Hecate By whom the silent tongues of fienes with vs Haue entercourse hells porter Cerberus That currishnesse into our breasts doest put You destinyes that twice this thread must cut And thou the burning streames old ferriman Tired with ghosts brought backe to me againe If I invoke you with a mouth prophane And foule enough to heare these prayers daine If with a breath fasting from humane flesh These incantations I did nere expresse If womens wombes whole burdens vpon you And luke-warme braines I often did bestow If one your altâ—rs heads of infants slaine I set and bowells that must liue againe Obey my voice no ghost that long has felt The Stygian shades nor long in darkenesse dwelt But one that lately from the living went And is but yet at pale hells first descent And one which though obedient to this spell Could be but once transported ore to hell I aske let some knowne souldiers ghost relate Before great Pompey's sonne his fathers fate If civill war of you haue merited Then lifting vp her foaming mouth and head She saw hard by the ghost of that dead man Trembling to enter his old goale againe Fearing those cold pale members and into Thâ—â—â—ounded breast and entrailes torne to go Ah wretch from whom deaths gift is tane away To dye no more that fates durst thus delay Ericttho wonder'd wrath with death and fate The liueles coarse with living snakes she beateâ— And through earths craneys which her charmes had broke Bark'd to the fiends and thus hells silence shooke Maegera and Tisiphone that slight My voice through hell with your dire whips affright Hither that wretched spirit or from below By your true names of Stygian bitches you I will call vp and to the Sunnes light leaue No dead mens graues shall harbour or receiue Your heads I le follow you observing well And from all tombes and quiet vrnes expell False Hecate thee to the gods I le show To whom thou vsest with bright lookes to goe In thy pale rotten forme and so provide Thou shalt not thy Tartarian visage hide Vnder the earths vast weight I will relate VVhat food destaines thee in what wedlockes state Thou lou'st the nights sad king with such a staine That Ceres shall not wish thee backe againe ' Gainst thee the worlds worst judge I will set free The giants or let to the day to thee VVill you obey or shall I him invoke VVhose name the earths foundations ever shooke VVho without hurt th'vnvailed Gorgon sees Of whose strong stripes Erinnys fearefull is VVho keepes an hell vnknowne to you and where You are aboue that dare by Styx forsweare Then straight the clotted blood grows warme againe Feedes the blacke wounds and runnes through every veine And th' outward parts the vitall pulses beate In his cold breast and life 's restored heate Mixt with cold death through parts disused runns And to each joynt giues trembling motions The sinnews stretch the carkasse from the ground Rises not by degrees but at one bound Stands bolt vpright the eyes with twincking hard Are op'd not dead nor yet aliue appear'd The face his palenesse still and stiffenesse stayes He stands at this revivall in amaze But his dumbe seal'd-vp lips no murmur made Only an answering tongue and voice he had Speake quoth Ericttho what I aske and well Shalt thou rewarded be if truth thou tell By our Haemonian art I le set thee free Throughout all ages and bestow on thee Such funeralls with charmes so burne thy bones Thy ghost shall heare no incantations Let this the fruit of thy revivall be No spells no herbs shall dare to take from thee Thy long safe rest when I haue made thee dy The gods and Prophets answere doubtfully But he that dares enquire of ghosts beneath And boldly goe to th' oracles of death Is plainly told the truth spare not but name Plainely the things and places all and frame A speech wherein I may conferre with fate Adding a charme to make him know the state Of whatsoere she askt thus presently The weeping carcasse spake I did not see The sisters fatall threds so soone alas Backe from those silent bankes enforc'd to passe But what by speech from all the spirits I gain'd Among the Roman ghosts fell discord reign'd Romes wicked war disturb'd hells quiet rest Some Captaines from sad hell some from the blest Elysian fields come forth and there what fate Entends to doe they openly relate The happy ghosts look'd sad the Decii then Father and sonne wars-expiating men I saw the Curii and Camillus wailing Sylla himselfe against thee fortune railing His issues Libyan fate braue Scipio Bewail'd and Cato Carthages great foe His nephew's bondage-scaping death did monc â—mong the blessed spirits Brutus alone Reioyc'd first Consul that Romes king exil'd Fierce Catiline sterne Marius and the wilde Câ—thegs breaking chaines orejoyed were The popular law promulging Drusi there And daring Gracchi shouting clapt their hands Fetter'd for euer with strong iron bands In Plutoes dungeons impious ghosts had hopes Of blessed seates Pluto pale dungeons opes Prepares hard stones and adamantine chaines To punish the proud Conquerour ordaines Take you this comfort in a blessed roome The
men so neere their end Trembled with frantike feare if fates doe lend Presaging mindes of future ills to men Romans that sojourn'd in Armenia then And Tyrian Gades and in what coast soere Or climate they abode lamented there Blaming their causelesse griefe and did not know Their losses in Pharsalia's overthrow An Augur sitting on a th'Euganean mount If fame record a truth where springs the fount Of foggy Aponus where Timauus does First part and thence in severall channells flowes This day quoth he the action 's in the height Pompey and Caesars impious armyes fight Whether Ioues thunder and divining stroke He had observ'd or how thicke aire did choake The jarring heavens or on the poles did looke Or in the firmament had found this fight By the Sunnes palenesse and starres mournefull light But nature sure did differently display From other dayes the sad Thessalian day And if all men had skilfull Augurs bin By all the world Pharsalia had bin seene Greatest of men whose fates through the earth extend Whom all the gods haue leasure to attend These acts of yours to all posterity Whether their owne great fame shall signifie Or that these lines of mine haue profited Your mighty names these wars when they are read Shall stir th' affections of the readers minde Making his wishes and vaine feares inclin'd As to a thing to come not past and guide The hearts of all to favour Pompey's side Pompey descending downe the hill displayes His troopes reflecting rising Phoebus rayes Not rashly ore the fields in order good And marshall'd well the haplesse army stood The left wing first was Lâ—ntulus his care With the first â—egion then the best in war And fourth Thou stout Domitius lead'st the right Valiant though still vnfortunate in fight In the maine battell with his warlike bands Brought lately from Cilicia Scipio stands VVell fortify'd heere vnder a command A gâ—nerâ—ll first in Affâ—cks scorched land But all along the swift Enipeus side The loose-rain'd troopes of Ponticke horsemen ride And mountaniers of Cappadocia Vpon the dryer fields in rich array Doe the earths Monarchs Kings and Tetrarchs stand And all the states that Roman swords command Thither from Libya came Numidians Iâ—grâ—as arâ—hers Crete's Cydonians Fâ—iâ—ce Gaules there fought against their wonted foe Theâ—e warlike Spaniards their short shields did show The Conquerer of all triumphs now depriue And let no people this sad war surviue Caesar that day dislodging to provide For corne was marching out when he espy'd The foes descending downe the champâ—on field And that so often wisht-for â—ay behâ—ld That on one chance of war should set the maine Sâ—â—ke of delay and covetous of reigne In this small tract of time condemn'd had he The civill war as a slow villany But when fates falling ruine shake he saw And both their fortunes to a tryall draw His wondrous loue of sword some languishment Gan feele his minde though ever confident Of good successe now doubts from feare his owne As Pompey fortunes from presumption Did keepe his minde at last exiling feares With confidence he cheeres his souldiers Braue souldiers the worlds aw Caesars estate That lay of fight is come which we from fate So oft haue begg'd oh doe not now desire But by your valours fortunes aide acquire What Caesar is lyes in your hands alâ—ne This is the day which passing Rubicon Was pâ—omist me in hope of which we stirr'd And our forbidden triumphs haue differr'd This is the day that shall restore to you Children and wiues and shares of land bestow Free'd from wars duties this the day that tryes Wiâ—ness'd by fate whose cause the juster is This field the conquer'd side shall guilty make If you with fire and sword haue for my sake Assaulted Rome now fight like souldiers And free your swords from guilt no hand in wars Is pure in both sides iudgement nor for me Fight you alone but that your selues may be Free lords of all the world I for mine owne Content could liue in a Plebejan gowne Or be in any state so you obteine A perfect freedome by my envy reigne Nor with much blood shall all the world be bought But youths of Greece in schooles of wrestling taught Base sluggish spirits that never armes did beare And mixt Barbarian troopes are standing there That when the armies joyne will nere abide The trumpets sound nor showtes of their owne side In civill war few hands alas shall fight Most of the blowes vpon Romes foes shall light And rid the world of well-spar'd people goe Breake through those dastard nations and orethrow The world at your first onset make it knowne That all those nations which so oft were showne In Pompey's triumphs are not worthy prou'd Of one poore triumph Arâ— th' Armenians moov'd Thinke you what Generall shall Rome obtaine With least bloods losse would the Barbarians gaine A soveraignety for Pompey they abhor All Romans as their lords and hate those more Whom they haue knowne The trust of my affaires To friends whose valour through so many wars In France I haue beheld does fortune now Commit what souldiers sword doe not I know And when through th' aire a trembling pile is sent I le truely tell you from what arme it went Those signes I see that nere your Generall fail'd Feirce lookes and threatning eyes you haue prevail'd Me thinkes the rivers swell'd with blood I see And at your feete the slaughtered bodyes ly Of Kings and Senators nations to day Swim in this bloody field But I delay My fortunes in detaining from the field Your forward spirits pardon me though I yeild A while to pleasing hope I nere did see The gods so liberall and so speedily But one fields distance from our wish are we What Kings and nations are possest of now When this field 's fought is Caesars to bestow O gods what stars what influence of the sky Has given so great a power to Thessaly This day allots the punishmâ—nt or gaines Of all our wars thinke vpon Caesars chaines His wrackes and gibbets thinke you see this face These quarter'd limmes stand in the market place Remember Sylla in the field of Mars For ' gainst a Syllane Generall are our wars My care 's for you this hand shall free mine owne Who ere lookes backe before the day be won Shall see me fall on mine owne sword and dy You gods whose cares are drawne downe from the sky By Romes dissentions let him Conquerer be That to the Conquer'd meanes no cruelty And thinkes his countrymen haue not in ought Misdone because against his side they fought When Pompey in a narrow place had shut Your helpelesse valour vp how did he glut His sword with blood but this I beg of you Souldiers let no man wound a flying foe Account him still your countreyman that flyes But while they stand in fight let not your eyes Be moov'd with piety though in that place Your fathers stood but with your swords deface Their reverend lookes Who ere has
to Styx were sent Waâ— like Domitius e death was eminent Whom â—ates had carry'd through all overthrowes Nere without him did Pompey's fortune loose Vanquisht so oft by Caesar yet dyes now With liberty and gladly falls into A thousand wounds proud that he shall no more Be pardon'd now Him weltering in his gore Caesar espy'd with taunts vpbraiding thus Now my successor proud Domitius At length thou shalt forsake thy Pompey's side And war is made without thee He râ—ply'd VVith that last breath which in his dying breast Struggled thou Caesar hast not yet possest The dire reward of all thy wickednesse But yet art doubtfull of thy fate and lesse Then Pompey vnder whom seâ—ure I goe And a free ghost downe to the shades below And dying hope that thou subdu'd to day To â—s and him for thy misdeedes shalt pay VVith this last speech away his spirit flyes And night eternall closes vp his eyes VVe cannot in the worlds sad funerall Particular teares pay to the death of all Nor search each private fate whose breast a wound Receiv'd who spurn'd mens hearts vpon the ground VVho through the mouth receiv'd his mortall wound And thence breath'd out his soule who fell to ground At the first stroke who stood vpright the while His lopt-off limbes fell downe who with a pile VVas fast nail'd to the earth whose blood spun out And sprinkled all his foes arm'd breast about VVho kills his brother and that then he may VVithout shame rifle throwes his head away VVho teares his fathers face that standers by Conjecture by his too much cruelty T was not his father whom he robb'd of life No death is worthy of particular greife Nor haue we time to weepe for every wight No other losse was like Pharsalia's fight Rome there by souldiers heere by kingdomes dyes There private mens heere nations tragoedyes Heere flow'd Assyrian Graecian Ponticke blood But all these bloods the powerfull Roman flood Droue through the field away All people there Are deeplyer wounded then one age can beaâ—e Farre more then life then safety heere is gone For all succeeding times we are orethrowne These swords subdue all ages that shall serue Alas what could posterity deserue To be in thraldome bone fought we with feare Spar'd we our throates the punishment we beare Of others flight To vs that since doe liue Fates should giue war if they a tyrant giue Pompey perceiv'd Romes fate and gods were gone In all this losse not mooved for his owne Ill hap Ascending a small hill to see The slaughters all that cover'd Thessaly Which while the war endur'd could not be spy'd He thence discern'd how many people dy'd How many swords reach at his destiny In how much blood he falls nor wishes he As wretches vse all with himselfe to drowne And mixe the nations ruine with his owne But for survivall of most part of men He deignes to thinke the gods even worthy then Of prayers from him and makes this to be His sorrowes comfort spare ye gods quoth he To sinke all nations Pompey if you lift Although the world remaine and Rome subsist May be made wretched if moe wounds on me You would inflict a wife and sonnes haue I So many pledges haue we given to fate Ist nought for civill war to ruinate Me and my house are we a losse so small VVithout the world why wouldst thou ruine all Fortune now nought is mine With that he rides Through his distressed troopes and on all sides Sounds a retreat from death calling them backe Thinking himseâ—fe not worth so great a wracke Nor lack'd he spirit their weapons to defy VVith throat or breast but fear'd if he should dy No souldier then would fly but there would fall And all the world â—y with their generall Or out of Caesars sight a death he sought In vaine thy head to Caesar must be brought Where ere he please to see 't His wiues deare sight Another reason was that caus'd his flight For in her sight the fates his death decree'd Then Pompey mounted on a gallant steede Fled from the field fearing no swords behind But bearing still a fate-vnconquer'd minde No sighes nor teares he spent with majesty His griefe was mixt such as befitted thee Pompey in Romes calamity to shew With lookes vnchang'd didst thou Aemathia view That minde which wars successe could neere erect To pride wars losses cannot now deject Fortun 's as far below thy wretched fate As she was false to thy triumphant state Securely now from Empires burden free Thou goest and on thy past prosperity Hast time to looke all boundlesse hopes are gone And what thou wert may now be truely knowne Fly this dire battell and to witâ—esse call The gods that none for thy sake Pompey fall That stay behind thee in Thessalia No more then Aegypt Munda Affrica The battels greatest part fought not for thee Nor shall the honour'd name of Pompey be VVars quarrell now the foes that still will be ' Mongst vs are Caesar and Româ—s liberty And t will appeare more plaine after thy flight Thy dying Senate for themselues did fight Let thy flight comfort thee thou shalt not see Those blood-staind troopes nor their impiety The rivers swell'd with blood looke backe and see And pitty Caesar with what heart can be Revisite Rome made happyer by this field VVhat banishment in forreine lands can yeild To thee by thee what ere can be endur'd Vnder th'Aegyptian tyrant rest assur'd The gods and favouring fates as best preferre T were worse for thee to be the conquerer Let all the people waile and weepe no more But dry their teares and let the world adore As well thy ruine as prosperity Looke vpon Kings with a commanding eye Aegypt and Libyas Kings whom thâ—u hast crown'd And cityes builâ— by thee and choose a ground VVhere thou wilt dy Larissa towne beheld First witnesse of thy fall fled from the field Thy noble selfe vnconquer'd by the fates VVhose Citizens all issuing forth the gates To meete thee as if Conquerer they went And gifts from loue and sorrow did present They ope theiâ— temples and their houses all And wish themselues paâ—tâ—kâ—rs of his fall Much of his great name 's left in his owne eye He seemes the least nations would helpe him trâ—â— Once more his fortune and renew the war He cryes be faithfull to the Conquerer What should the conquer'd doe with townes and men Thou Caesar thy countreys bowells then Wert wading through Pharsalia's bloody field Whilest peoples loues to thee he reconcil'd Pompey rides thence the people sigh and cry And raile against each cruell deity The people's favour now is truely proov'd Whilest great thou couldst not know thy selfe belov'd When Caesar saw the field with Roman blood Was overflow'd enough he thought it good His swords from execution to refraine And spare poore liues that would haue dy'd in vaine But left the foes should to their campe in flight Retire and rest should banish terrour quite He straight
quivers bring along If you O Parthians vndisquieted I ever left when I pursu'd the fled Vnquiet Alans to the Caspian strait And forc'd you not for safety to retreat To Babylon marching ore Cyrus ground And the Chaldaean kingdomes vtmost bound Appearing nearer then the Persian To the Suns rise where into th' Ocean Nysas Hydaspes and swift Ganges fall Suffer'd you only when I conquer'd all To goe vntriumph'd Parthias King alone Of all th' Easts monarchs scap'd subjection Nor once alone doe you your safety ow To me who after Crassus overthrow Appeas'd the just incensed wrath of Rome For all my merits now let Parthia come Out of her bounds appointed and passe ore Greeke Zeugma's walls and the forbidden shore Conquer for Pompey Rome will loose the day Gladly The King refus'd not to obey Though hard were his command laying aside His kingly robes and in a servants weede Attir'd he goes in a distressed time 'T is safe for Kings like poorest men to seeme Therefore how much liues he that 's truely poore Safer then Kings The King tooke leaue at shore And by the Icarion rockes great Pompey gone Leaues Ephesus and sea-calme Colophon Shaving small Samos foaming rockes he go's A gentle gale blowes from the shore of Cos Gindon and Phebus-honour'd Rhodes he leaues And sailing straight in the mid-Ocean saues Telmessums long and winding circuits First Pamphylia greetes their eyes but Pompey durst Commit his person to no towne but thee Little Phaselis thy small company And few inhabitants could not cause a feare More in the ship then in thy walls there were But sailing thence againe high Tauâ—us showes It selfe and Dipsas that from Taurus flowes Could Pompey thinke when erst he clear'd the seas Of Pirates rage it purchas'd his owne ease He now flyes safe along Cicilian shores In a small ship there many Senators Following oretake their flying generall Within the haven of Celendrae small Where in and out ships on Selinus past In full assembly of the lords at last Thus sadly Pompey spake my Lords whose sight As deare companions botâ— in war and flight I doe esteeme my country though we stand On a bare shore in poore Cicilian land Attended with no force advice to take And new provision for a war to make Yet bring couragious hearts I lost not all In Thessaly nor did my fortune fall So low but that this head againe may rise Could Marius after all his miseryes In Libya rise to a seaventh Consulship And me so lightly fall'n will fortune keepe A thousand Captaines on the Graecian sea A thousand ships I haue Pharsalia Has rather scatter'd then quite overthrowne My strength but me my actions fame alone Which all the earth haue seene my name that now The whole world loues shall guard Consider you Th' Aegyptian Libyan Parthian monarchies Bâ—th in their strength and faith and then advise Which fittest is to ayde Roms labouring state But I my Lords will to your eares relate Freely my secret'st cares and tell the truth How I encline I doe suspect the youth Of Aegypts King for true fidelity Requires strong yeares I feare the subtlety And double heart of Mauritania's King Remembring Carthage whence his race did spring He gapes for Italy and his vaine brest Is much with thought of Hanniball possest Whose blood commixt with th' old Numidiâ—ns Obliquely Iuba's pedegree distaines He swell'd to see Varus a suppliant growne And Roman fates inferiour to his owne Therefore my Lords to th' Easterne world let vs Retire Euphrates with a spacious Channell divides the world the Caspian straits On tother side yeild safe and large retreats Another pole measures th' Assyrian dayes And nights another colour beare the seas Sever'd from ours their ainâ—e is soveraignty Their bowes more strong their steeds more fierce and high Then ours no boy nor aged man wants skill Or strength to shoot deadly their arrows kill Their bowes first brooke Pellaean speares and won Th' Assyrian wall-renowned Babylon And Median Bactra Nor so fearefull are The Parthians of our piles but that they dare Come out to war against vs they haue try'd Their shafts sufficiently when Crassus dy'd Nor are their trusty shafts arm'd at the head With steele alone but deadly venomed Slight wounds are mortall and the least blood drawne Will kill Oh would on the fierce Parthian I were not forced to depend their fate Does too too much Romes fortune aemulate Too many gods ayde them He draw from home Some other nations of the East to come To war But if Barbarians leagues deceiue Our hopes or else our scorn'd alliance leaue Let fortune then our sad and shipwrack'd state Beyond the knowne and traffiqu'd world translate I will not sue to Kings whom I haue made But in my death this comfort shall be had Lying far off this body shall not be Subject to Caesar's rage nor piety But there revolving my whole life's past fate Still honour'd in those parts was Pompey's state How great has Easterne Tanais me seene How great beyond Maeotis haue I bin Into what lands did my victorious name More sound or whence in greater triumph came Favour my purpose Rome what happyer Can the go is grant thee then in civill war To vse the Parthian armes to overthrow That land and mixe their ruine with our woe When the fierce Parthians haue with Caesar fought Crassus revenge or mine must needes be wrought This said he heard their murmur to condemne His plot But Lentulus ' mongst all of them In spirit and noble griefe the forward'st man Thus worthy his late Consulship began Has the Pharsalian losse so broke thy minde Has one dayes fate the world so low declin'd Doth that one battell our whole cause decide And no cure left to helpe our wounded side Is no hope left thee Pompey but to sue At the proud Parthians feete woulâ—st thou eschew All lanâ—s and climes and thither aime thy flight Where crosse poles reigne and vnknowne starres giue light T' adore the Parthians and their deityes Chaldaean fires and Barbarous sacrifice Why in this war pretend'st thou liberty Why is the wretched world deceiv'd by thee If thou canst serue whose name they trembled at As the cheife ruler of the roman fate Whom they haue seene leade captiue Kings before From wilde Hyrcania and the Indian shore Shall they now see cast downe and broke by fate Measuring themselues by Pompey's begging state With Rome and Italy aspire t'enherit Thou canst spake nothing worth thy fate and spirit Their ignorance i th' Roman tongue requires That thou in teares shouldst vtter thy desires Would'st thou so wound our shame that not from Rome But Parthia the revenge of Rome should come She chose thee Generall of her civill war Why doest thou spread her losse and wounds so far As Scythia and teach Parthia to goe Beyond her bound Rome shall in her deepe woe This speciall comfort loose of bringing in No Kings but serving her owne citizen Canst thou delight from farthest parts to come
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
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
death and wishing stormes she lyes They first arriv'd on Cyprus foamy shore From thence a milde Eastwinde commanding bore Their shipps to Catoes Libyan campe as still A doubtfull minde doe sad presages fill Cneius from shore spying his fathers traine And brother running to the sea amaine VVhere is our father brother speake quoth he Liues the worlds head and honour or are we Vndone and Pompey to the shades below Has borne Romes fate he answeres happy thou VVhom fate into another coast disperst Thou brother this dire mischeife only hear'st Mine eyes are guilty of a fathers death Nor did he loose by Caesars armes his breath Nor of his fall a worthy author found By the false tyrant of Niles impious ground Trusting the gods of hospitality And his owne bounty to old Ptolomey In recompence of kingdomes given he dy'd I saw them wound our noble fathers side And thinking Aegypts King durst not haue done So much I thought Caesar had stood vpon The shore of Nile But not our fathers wounds Nor blood so shed so much my heart confounds As that his head which mounted on a speare Aloft we saw they through their cyties beare Which as they say is kept for Caesars eye The tyrant seekes his guilt to testify For whether dogs or fowles devouring maw Consum'd his trunke or that small fire we saw Dissolved it by stealth I doe not know What ere injurious fate to that could doe I did forgiue the gods that crime and wept For that part only which the tyrant kept When Câ—â—ius heard these words his inward woe In passionate sighs and teares he could not show But thus inflam'd with pious rage gan speake Lanch forth the fleete sailers with speed and breake Through the crosse winds a passage with the oare Braue Captaines follow me never before Knew civill war more worthy ends then these T'interre vnbury'd Manes and appease Pompey with slaughter of th'effaeminate boy Why should not I th' Aegyptians towers destroy And from the temples Alexander take To drowne his hearse in Marcotis lake In Nile Amasis and those Kings with him Digg'd vp from their Pyramides shall swimme All tombes shall rue Pompey 's no sepulcher Isis their goddesse now I le disinter Osiris linnen-cover'd shrine disperse And kill god Aâ—is over Pompey's hearse Vpon a pyle of gods I le burne his head Thus shall the land by me be punished I will not leaue a man to till those fields Nor take the profit that Niles flowing yeilds The gods and people banished and gone Thou father shalt possesse Aegypt alone This said to lanch the fleete forth he assayes But Cato stills the young mans wrath with praise Now ore the shore when Pompey's death was knowne The sky was peirc'd with lamentation A greife not seene not pararell'd at all That common people mourne a great mans fall But when Cornelia quite exhaust with teares Was seene to land with torne dishevel'd haires Their troubled lamentations sounded more Cornelia landed on a friendly shore Gathering the garments and triumphall weedes Of haplesse Pompey that exprest his deedes And ancient trophes painted robes and sheild That thrice great Ioue in triumph had beheld Into the funerall fire she threw them all Such was her lords imagin'd funerall Example from her piety all take And funerall fires all ore the shore they make T' appease the ghosts slaine in Pharsalia So when the shepheards of Apulia Make winter fires on their baâ—e-eaten ground To spring their grasse againe a glistering round The Vulturs arms and high Garganus yeilds And hot Matinus bullocke-pasture fields But not more pleasing was 't to Pompey's spirit That all the people raile at heauen and twit The gods with Pompey then what Cato spoke Few words but from a truth-fill'd breast they broke A Roman's dead not like our ancestry To know the rule of right but good quoth he In this truth scorning age one powerfull growne Not wronging liberty the people prone To serue he only private still remain'd He sway'd the Senate but the Senate reign'd Nought claim'd he by the sword but wish'd what he VVish'd most the Senates freedome to deny Great wealth he had but to the publike hoord He brought far more then he retain'd the sword He tooke but knew the time to lay it downe Arm'd he lov'd peace though armes before the gowne He still prefer'd and ever pleas'd was he Entring or leaving his authority A chast vnriotted house and never stain'd VVith her Lords fortune to all lands remain'd His name renown'd which much availed Rome True liberty long since was gone when home Sylla and Marius came but Pompey dead Even freedomes shadow is quite vanished No Senates face no colour will remaine Of power none now will be asham'd to reigne Oh happy man whom death when conquer'd caught And Aegypts guilt swords to be wisht for brought Perchance thou could'st haue liv'd in Câ—sars state To know the way to dy is mans best fate His next to be compel'd and such to me If captiv'd now fortune let Iuba be Not to be kept to shew the enemy I doe not beg so headlesse kept I be More honour from these words the noble ghost Receiv'd then if the Roman barres should boast Hit praise Now mutinous the souldiers are Since Pompey's death growne weary of the war In which broiles Tarcho Catoes side to quit Tooke vp the colours who prepar'd for flight With all his ships was chid by Cato so Never reclaim'd Cilician wouldst thou goe To thy old theft at sea is Pompey slaine And thou return'd to Pyracy againe Then round about he on each man gan looke Mongst whom one boldly thus to Cato spoke Not hiding his intent 't was not the loue Of civill war but Pompey first did mooue Our armes execuse vs Cato we adhaer'd By favour now he whom the world preferr'd Before her peace is dead our cause is gone Now le ts returne to our left mansion Our houshold gods and children deare to see For what can civill wars conclusion be If not Pharsaliaes field nor Pompeys death Our time of life is spent now let vs breath Our last in peace let our old age provide Our funerall pyles which civill war deny'd Two greatest Captaines For no barbarous Or cruell yoke will fortune lav on vs. No Scythian nor Armenian tyranny The subjects of Romes gowned state are we He that was second Pompey being aliue Is first with vs the highest place we giue His sacred name He whom wars fortunes make Shall be our lord no generall wee 'll take Vnto the war we followed thee alone We 'll follow fate Pompey now thou art gone Nor haue we cause to hope for good successe Since Caesars fortune now doth all possesse Th' Aemathian strength is by his victory Dispers'd we loose his mercy only he Has power and will to spare the conquered Our civill war 's a crime now Pompey's dead 'T was duty while he liv'd If Cato thou Wilt serue thy countrey still le ts follow now
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
Tullus bites A braue young man that studyed Catoes worth And as in pouncing of a picture forth Through every hole the pressed saffâ—on goes So from his every part red poison flowes For blood his teares were blood from every pore Where nature vented moisture heretofore His mouth his nose flowes blood his sweate is red His running veines all parts be bloodyed And his whole body's but one wound become An Aspes sharpe bite did Laeuus heart benum No paine he felt surpris'd with sudaine sleepe He dy'd descending to the Stygian deepe Not halfe so suddaine doe those poysons kill Which dire Sabaean sorcerers distill From off the falsely seeming Sabine tree On an old stumpe a dart-like snake did ly Which as from thence her selfe she nimbly threw Through Paulus head and wounded temples flew T was not the poison wrought his fate the blow It selfe brought death To her compared slow Fly stones from slings and not so swift as she From Parthian bowes doe winged arrowes flee What help'd it wretched Murrus that he did Kill a fierce Basiliske the poyson slid Along his speare and fastned on his hand Which he cut off and then did safely stand With that hands losse viewing securely there The sad example of his death so neare Who would haue thought the knotty Scorpion had Such power in killing or a sting so bad Her straight stroke won when she Orion â—â—ew A trophee which the constellations shew Who small Solpuâ—a from thy hole would flee Yet the three sisters giue their power to tâ—ee So that no rest they found by night nor day They fear'd the ground it selfe on which they lay For neither heapes of leaues nor â—eedes they found To make them beds but on the naked ground Expos'd their bodyes whose warme vapours steame By night attracted the cold snakes to them Whose harmelesse jawes whilest nights astringents cold The poyson freez'd vnhurt their bosomes hold Nor by the guidance of the stars their way Can they discerne but oft complayning say Restore oh gods to vs those wars againe From which we fled restore Pharsalia's plaine Why should we dy whose liues devoted were And sworne to war the death of cowards here The Dipsases on Caesars party are And horned snakes helpe end our civill war Oh let vs goe where the hot zone doth ly 'T would ease our grieved hearts that to the sky We might ascribe our deaths In nought doe we Accuse thee Affrica or nature thee For thou this monster bearing countrey tane From mens plantation didst for snakes ordaine This land all barren where no corne could thriue Thou mad'st that men might from these serpents liue But we are come into their dwellings here Take punishment on vs thou god who ere Hating our journey didst the world divide Placing the doubtfull Syrtes on one side The torrid zone on tother deaths sad seate Plac'd in the midst To thy most hid retreat Our civill war dares goe to the worlds end Our wayes through natures secrets prying tend Worse things perchance must be endur'd then this The pole declines the setting Sunne doth hisse Drench'd in the sea No land doth further ly This way then Iubaes woefull monarchy Knowne but by fame we shall perchance againe Wish for this serpents land th' aire doth containe Some comfort yet some things are living here Alas we wish not for our countrey deare Europe nor Asia different Sunnes which see Vnder what pole oh â—ffricke left we thee 'T was winter at Cyrene when we lay Is the yeares course chang'd in so small a way The South is at our backes to th' adverse pole Our journey tends about the world we rowle We are perchance Antipodes to Rome Let this our comfort be Let Caesar come Oh let our foes pursue where we haue fled Thus they in sad complaints vnburdened Their loaded patience Catoes vertue keepes Them proofe ' gainst any labour who still sleepes Vpon the naked sands and every hower Present at every fate tempts fortunes power Comes at all calls his presence doth bestow Farre more then health a strength to vndergoe Even death it selfe Whilest Cato's standing by They are asham'd impatiently to dy What power ore him had any misery Whose presence griefe in others breasts subdew'd And what small power can be in sorrow shew'd Some case at last did tired fortune giue To their long suffrings there a nation liue Marinarian d Psylls from serpents biting free They arm'd with powerfull incantations be Their blood 's secure and though they did not charme By touch of poyson cannot suffer harme The places nature this did justly giue Thâ—t serpent-free they might with serpents liue T was well that in this poysonous aire they breath For peace is made betwixt themselues and death Of their owne broodes such certaine proofes haue all That when to ground a new-borne childe doth fall Fearing strange Venus hath their beds defil'd By deadly Aspes they try the doubted childe As th' Eâ—gle when her Eaglets are disclos'd Layes them against the rising Sunne expâ—s'd Those that with stedy eye can view his beemes And boldly gaze those only she esteemes The â—ther scornes the Psylls so count it there Their nations pledge if infants doe not feare The serpents touch or freely play with snakes They not content with their owne safety take For strangers care and following th' army then Against those serpents aided Catoes men For when the campe was pitch'd those sands that lay Within the compasse of the trenches they Did purge with snake-expelling charmes throughout And medâ—inable fires made round about Their Wall wort crackes and fennell gumme doth fry Thin Tamaâ—iske Thessalian Centory Strong Panace Arabian Pepperwort Sicilian Thapsos burn'd with Sulphurwort Larâ—he trees and Southernewood which serpents dread And hornes of stags far off from Affricke bred So night was safe If slung by day they were That magicke nations miracles appeare For ' gainst the Psyl's the taken venome striues Markes to the wounded place their spittle giues Whose force the poyson in the wound doth stay Then with a foaming tongue dire charmes they say In ceaselesse murmurs For no time to breath The danger giues Approaching speedy death Admits no silence Oft hath poyson tane In th'inmost parts bin charm'd away againe But when call'd out by their commanding tongue If any poyson dare to tarry long Then falling downe they licke the pallid wound And with a gentle bite squeezing it round Sucke with their mouths the poyson out and it Extracted from the key-cold body spit And in their mouths tasting the poyson well VVhat serpent deepest bit the Psylls can tell Now ore the fields encourag'd by their aide The Roman souldiers wander'd lesse afraide Thus Cato treading sands of Libya The Moone twice waning and twice wexing saw Now more and more the sands to harden gan And Affricks thicken'd ground grew gâ—eâ—e againe Trees here and there began t' extend their shade And cottages of reedes and sedges made How great an hope of better ground had they VVhen
first they saw fierce Lions crosse their way Leptis was neer'st which quiet harbour lent Their winter free from heat and stormes they spent Now Caesar with Pharsaliaes slaughter cloy'd Leaving all other cares his thoughts employ'd In the poursuite of Pompey and was brought VVhen he his steps by land had vainely sought By fames report to sea and passed ore The Thracian straights and that loue-famed shore VVhere once faire Heroes wofull turret stood VVhere Helles traâ—oeâ—y new-nam'd the flood No arme of sea bounds with a streame so small Asia from Europe though Propontis fall Narrow into the â—uxine sea and from Purple Chalcedon part Byzantiâ—m Thence goes to see renown'â— Sigaean sands The streame of Simois and Rhaetaean lands Faâ—â—'d for the Graeâ—ian worthyeâ— tombe wherely Great ghosts so much in debt to Poetry Sack'd Troyes yet honour'd name he goes about To finde th' old wall of great Apollo out Now fruitlesse trees old oakes with putrify'd And rotten râ—otes the Trojan houâ—es hide And temples of their gods all Troy's orespred VVith bushes thiâ—ke hâ—r ruines ruined He seâ—s the bridall groue Anâ—hises lodg'd Hesiones rocke the caue where Paris iudg'd VVhere nimph Oenone play'd â—he place so fam'd For Ganimedes rape each stone is nam'd A little gliding streame which Xanthus was Vnknowne he past and in the lofty grasse Securely trode a Phrygian straight forbid Him â—râ—ade on Hectors dust with ruines hid The stone retain'd no sacred memory Respect you not great Hectors tombe quoth he Oh great and sacred worke of Poesy That freest from fate and giv'st eternity To mortall wights but Caesar envy not Their living names if Roman muses ought May promise thâ—e while Homer's honoured By future tâ—mes shall thou and I be read No age shall vs with darke oblivion staine But our Pharsalia ever shall remaine Then Caesar pleas'd with sight of these so prais'd Antiquities a greene turfe-alter rais'd And by the frankincense-fed fire prepar'd These orizons not vaine you gods that guard These Heroes dust and in Troyes ruines reigne Aeneas houshold gods that still mainteine In Alba and Lavinia your shrines Vpon whose altars fire yet Trojan shines Thou sacred temple clos'd Palladium That in the sight of man did'st never come The greatest heire of all Iulus race Here in your former seate implores your grace And pious incense on your altars layes Prosper my course and thankefull Rome shall raise Troyes walls againe your people I le restore And build a Roman Troy This said to shore He hasts takes shipping and to Corus lends His full-spread sailes with hast to make amends For these delayes and with a prosperous winde Leaues wealthy Asia and faire Rhodes behinde The VVestwinde blowing still the seaventh night Discovers Aegypts shore by Pharian light But ere they reach the harbour day appeares And dimmes the nightly fires when Caesar heares Strange tumults on the shore noises of men And doubtfull murmurings and fearing then To trust himselfe at land stâ—yes in his fleete VVhom straight Achillas launches forth to meete Bringing his Kings dire gift great Pompey's head VVith an Aegyptian mantle covered And thus his crime with impious words to grace Lord of the world greatest of Roman race And now secure which yet thou doest not know In Pompey's death my King doth heere bestow VVhat only wanted in Pharsalia's field And what thy wars and travells end will yeild VVe in thy absence finish'd civill war For Pompey heere desiring to repaire Thessalia's ruines by our sword lyes slaine By this great pledge Caesar we seeke to gaine Thy loue and in his blood our league to make Heere without bloodshed Aegypts kingdome take Take all Niles fertile regions and receiue VVhat ever thou for Pompey's head would'st giue Thinke him a freind worthy thine armes to haue To whom the fates such power ore Pompey gaue Nor thinke his merit cheape since brought to passe VVith easy slaughter his old freind he was And to his banish'd father did restore The crowne of Aegypt But why speake I more Finde thou a name for this great worke of his Or aske the world if villany it is The more thou ow'st to him that from thee tooke This act of villany Thus having spoke Straight he vncovers and presents the head VVhose scarse-knowne lookes pale death had altered Caesar at first his gift would not refuse Nor turne his eyes away but fixtly veiwes Till he perceiv'd 't was true and plainely saw 'T was safe to be a pious father in law Then shed forc'd teares and from a joyfull breast Drew sighs and grones as thinking teares would best Conceale his inward joy so quite orethrowes The tyrants merit and doth rather choose To weepe then ow to him for Pompey's head He that on slaughter'd Senators could tread And see the blood-stain'd fields of Thessaly Dry-ey'd to thee alone durst not deny The tribute of his eyes Strange turne of fate Weep'st thou for him whom thou with impious hate Caesar so long pursu'dst could not the loue Of Daughter Nephew not aliance mooue Think'st thou among those people that bewaile Great Pompey's death these teares can ought availe Perchance thou envy'st Ptolomeys dire fact And griev'st that any had the power to act This but thy selfe that the revenge of war Was lost and taken from the conquerer What cause so ever did thy sorrow mooue It was far distant from a pious loue Was this the cause that thy pursuite did draw Ore land and sea to saue thy sonne in law 'T was well sad fortune tooke the doome from thee And spar'd so far a Roman modesty As not to suffer thee false man to giue Pardon to him or pity him aliue Yet to deceiue the world and gaine beleife Thou add'st a language to thy fained greife Thy bloody present from our presence beare For worse from Caesar then slaine Pompey here Your wickednesse deserues the only meede Of civill warre to spare the conquered We loose by this and did not Ptolomey His sister hate I could with ease repay This gift of his and for so blacke a deede Returne his sister Cleopatras head Why wag'd he secret war or why durst he Thus thrust his sword into our worke did we By our Pharsalian victory afford Your King this power or license Aegypts sword I brook'd not Pompey to beare share with me In rule of Rome and shall I Ptolomey All nations joyned in our war in vaine If any other power on earth remaine But Caesar now if any land serue two VVe were determin'd from your shore to goe But fame forbid vs lest we should seeme more To feare then hate dire Aegypts bloody shore And doe not thinke you haue deceived me To vs was meant such hospitality And 't was our fortune in Thessaliaes war That frees this head VVith greater danger far Then could be feard we fought I fear'd the doome Of banishment the threats of wrathfull Rome And Pompey's force but had I fled I see My punishment had come from Ptolomey VVe spare his age and
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