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A06415	Lucans Pharsalia: or The ciuill warres of Rome, betweene Pompey the great, and Iulius Cæsar The whole tenne bookes, Englished by Thomas May, Esquire.; Pharsalia. English	Lucan, 39-65.; May, Thomas, 1595-1650.; Hulsius, Friedrich van, b. 1580, engraver.	1631 (1631)	STC 16888; ESTC S108868	158,607	432

●n●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 cra●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 T●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 fo●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 hāds 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 S●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 ●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 ●nmity For making thee our Prince when thou the sky Though late shalt clime chāgethine 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 thēce 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 Bea●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

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 L●ntulus his care With the first ●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 g●ner●ll first in Aff●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 I●gr●as ar●hers Crete's Cydonians F●i●ce Gaules there fought against their wonted foe The●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 champ●on field And that so often wisht-for ●ay beh●ld That on one chance of war should set the maine S●●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 al●ne This is the day which passing Rubicon Was p●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 Wi●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 Ar● 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 punishm●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