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
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
Is slaine by Iubaes Manritanian bands BVt now sterne Caesar in Spaines farthest coast Makes war on which though little blood it a cost The fortunes of both Generalls much did stand Affranius b and Petreius did command Those campes with aequall power but concord made Their governement more firme their men obay'd Alternally both Generalls commands Heere besides Romans bold Asturian bands Light Vestones and Celâ—a c were that came From France and with th' Iberi mixt their name A little hill not steepe of fertile lands Swells vp on which the old Ilerda stands Before the towne flowes Sicoris soft streame Among Spaines rivers of no small esteeme On which a bridge of stone high arched stood T' endure the violence of a winters flood The next hill the Pompeyans campe did beare Aequall to which Caesar his tents did reare The river in the midst both campes divides From whence the champion fields vpon both sides Extend themselues bâ—yond the ken of man Swift Cinga bounds them that to th' Ocean Carryes no name d Iber where you two joyne That giues the land her name takes from thee thine The first day they encamp'd from fight was free The Captaines stood each others strength to see Numbring the Eagles shame did then begâ—n To damne their rage and hold their fury in One poore dayes respite to their countrey they And broke lawes gaue but Caesar when the day Declin'd did with a suddaine trench enclose His campe about and to deceiue the foes His army in the front kept station To hide the worke and when the morne drew on He sends swift troopes the next hill to surprise That twixt the foes campe and Ilâ—rdâ— lyes Thither the foes with shame and terror make And by a neerer way the hill they take The fight growes there on sword and valour one Relyes the other on possession Laden with armes march Caesar's souldiers vp ' Gainst the steepe hill their following fellowes prop Their backes with targets vp to keepe them so From falling backe their Piles against the foe They could not vse Pileâ— guide their faltring steps Hold as they clime they catch on shrubs and slips Their swords serue not to fight but cut their way This danger Caesar saw and sent away His horse to wheele charging in flanke the foe And all his foot retreat in safety so The skirmish ended thus and neither side Obtain'd the conquest Thus farre fighting try'd What other fates were added to this war Grew from th'vnconstant motions of the ayre For by cold winters dry North-windes the râ—ine The clowds congealeâ— bowells did containe Snowes on the hills and tops of mountaines lye And frosts that at the Sunne 's appearance flye All lands within those Westerne climates are Hardened by Winters dry conâ—ealing aire But when the Sunne now wexed warmer came To take possession of the heavenly Ram Making the aequinoctiall againe When day t' exceede the night in length began When Cynthia from the Sunne 's conjunction But newly come could hardly yet be knowne Boreas sh ' excludes and fire from Eurus takes He all the cloudes that his whole quarter makes Throwes to the West with Nabathaean blasts The foggs that India that Arabia casts Exhal'd and growne vnder the rising Sunne Sky darkening Coâ—us exhalation Which cooles the Indian aire now blowne away From thence make hot the Easterne countreys day Nor could the loades of those thicke clouds fall downe On the mid world strong tempests driue them on From North and South alone does Calpes ground Drinke the moist aire the farthest Westerne bound Where heavens bow'd hinge does with the Ocean meeteâ— The cloudes driven thither could no further get Their vastnesse hardly could involved be In such strait roome as twxit that earth and sky Those clouds then crusht together by the pole Contract in th' ayre and downe amaine they roule In gushing showres lightnings though thicke retaine No flashing fire extinguisht by the raine Iris no colours can distinctly show Circling the ayre with an imperfect bow She drinkes the sea and to the Ocean The ponderous waues fall from the sky againe The Pyrenaean nowes which Titan yet Could never melt flow downe the rockes are wet With broken ice rivers their wonted way Forsâ—ke as channells the whole fields display Themselues and now as shipwrack'd on the seas Floâ—e Caesars tents and drenched companyes The streame breakes downe his campe rivers oreflow His trenon and workes nor an the souldiers goe To forâ—age the drown'd fields no vittaile leaue The wayes by water cover'd all deceiue The fetchers of provision then came on A famine still the sad companion Of other woes the souldiers by no foes Besidg'd are pin'd one his whole wealth bestowes Vpon a crust of bread not dearely sold Oh meagre thirst of gaine for ready gold An hungry â—eller is not wanting there The waters now haue all no hils appeare The joyning rivers like ore-spreading feâ—ns Cover high rockes transported are the dens Of beasts the streame carryes the strugling horse Not touching ground and as of greater force Then th' Ocean repells the Oceans tide The darkened Pole does Phaebus lustre hide And the blacke skies all colours doe confound So lyes the farthest part of the worlds ground Which the cold zone and frosts perpetuall Cover those countreys see no starres at all Their barren ice breedes nothing good alone To temper with their cold the torrid zone So let it be great Ioue so let it be Neptune whose three fork'd scepter rules the sea Thou Ioue with stormes perpetuall fill the ayre Thou Neptune let no rivers home repaire Let no streames finde prone passage to the maine But with the Oceans tide turne backe againe Make the strooke earth to deluge pervious These fields let Rhine oreflow and Rhodanus Hither their course let all great rivers bend Hither Riphaean snowes lakes fountaineâ— sâ—nd Hither all standing pooles from far command And saue from civill war this wretched land But Caesars fortune with this little feare Of his content returnes greater then ere The gods gan favour and deserv'd t' obtaine Pardon the clowded ayre clear'd vp againe The master'd waters Sol in fleeces spred The night presaging a faire morne look'd red Things keepe their place moisture the skye forsakes VVater late high her owne low center takes Trees and emergent hills t' appeare began The fields at sight of day grow drie againe VVhen Sicoris to his owne bankes restor'd Had let the field of twigs and willow bord They made small botes cover'd with bullockes hide In which they reacht the rivers further side So saile the Veneti if Padus flow The Britaines saile on their calme Ocean so So the Aegyptians saile with woven boates Of papery rushes in their Nilus floates The army in these boates transported now Build vp a bridge and fearing th' overflow Of the fierce streame their worke they doe noteâ—nd Vpon the banke but ore the fields extend And lest againe Sicoris should oreflow In severall channells cut he suffers now For his
and lets their choller spend in vaine Till Sol descended to the Ocean And starres appear'd then when no hope 's at all Of fight their feircenesse does by little fall Their mindes grow cold So is most courage found In late hurt men whilest freshnesse of the wound And the blood hot giues nimble motion To every nerue and muscles guide the bone If the wound-giver hold his hand and stay Then a cold numnesse strength being tane away Seizes the minde and the stiffe members tyes The wound growne cold the blood congealing dryes The Souldiers wanting water through each creeke Of the digg'd earth for hidden fountaines seeke Not only now the mattocke and the spade But swords earth-digging instruments are made Downe from the tops of mountaines as profound They goe as lyes the lowest marish ground Farther from day and deeper in earths mould Divers not the searcher for Assyrian gold But no sought rivers hidden course is showne No springs appear'd opening the Pummice stone No bubbling brooke rowles little pibble stones Nor sweating caue makes distillations Weary with digging then the sweating men Are from those rocky pits drawne out againe And this vaine search of water the dry aire Makes them lesse able to endure nor dare They fâ—ede their weary bodyes eating nought As mediâ—â—ne against thirst is hunger sought If the soft earth doe moisture yeild they bring The clods ore their mouths with both hands wring The blacke vnstirred mud that every sinke Affâ—rds by strife the greedy Souldiers drinke And what to saue their liues they would haue stucke To take now dying drinke like beasts some sucke Beasts dugs and when milke failes with greedy jaw Meere blood from their exhausted udders draw Hearbs and greene leaues they wring bedewed twigs They licke and juce of bleeding vines small sprigs Of tâ—ees they for their tender sap doe squeeze Oh happy men whom barbarous enemyes Flying by e poysoning all the rivers kill'd But Caesar though these rivers should be fill'd With poysons carrions and pale Aconite Growing on Cretan rockes yet knowing it These Romans then would drinke their bowells now Are scorcht their mouths tongs dry'd rougher grow Their veines shrinke vp their lungs in this distresse Not moist contract the breathing passages Breathings hard drawne their vlcer'd palates teare They ope their thirsty moutâ—es to drinke nights aire And wish such showres as all did lately drowne And the dry cloudes their lookes are fixt vpon But that which most encreas'd their misery They were encamp'd not no dry Meroe Nor where the naked Garamantes plow Hot Cancers tropicke but betweene the flow Of swift Iberus and full Sicoris The thirstie campe two neighbouring rivers sees Now both the generals yeild Afranius layes Downe armes and peace become a suppliant prayes Inâ—o the enemies campe his starved bands Drawing before the conquerors feete he stands Then begging pardon with a carelesse breast He lost no Majesty but twixt his â—ast And former state he beares himselfe in all A conquer'd man but yet a generall Had I fall'n vnder a base enemy I had not lack'd an hand my selfe to free Know then the cause that now I beg to liue I thinke thee Caesar worthy life to giue For no sides favour nor as foes to thee Did we take armes both Generalls were we Before this civill war and haue maintain'd The former cause now wee 'll not fate withstand Spaine we deliver vp and ope the East Of all the world behind thou now mayst rest Secure nor has much bloods effusion Sharpe swords or weary'd armes this conquest won Onely thy foes that thou hast conquered Forgiue nor beg we much grant vs to lead Vnarm'd those liues that thou hast now bestow'd Suppose that all our slaughtered troopes lay strow'd Over the fieldâ— to mixe vnfortunate With happy armes and we participate Thy tryumphs were vnfit our fates we know h Compell vs not with thee to conquer now But Caesar gently and with smiling cheare Both pardons and dismisses them from war But when the league was firmely ' gree'd vpon The souldiers to th' vnguarded rivers run Fall on the bankes troubling the granted streame But long continued draughts in many of them Not suffering aire through th' empty veines to flye Shut vp their liues nor could they easily Cease this dry plague but though their guts they fill The covetous disease is craving still At last their nerues and strength againe it brings Oh luxury too prodigall of things Content with no provision easily brought Ambitious hunger for things dearely sought Ore land and sea pride of a sumptuous table See what small store to cherish life is able And nature please these Souldiers fainting soules No vnknowne Consuls noble wine in bowles Of mirrhe and gold restores from fountaines pure Water and bread their fleeting liues assure Wretches that follow warres These souldiers Being now disarm'd are made secure from cares Exempt and innocent returne againe To their owne townes When peace they did obtaine How much they griev'd that ever they had cast One pile or suffer'd thirst or ever askt The gods in vaine to grant them prosperous warres For to the happyer fighting Souldiers What toiles through all the world what doubtfull fields Remaine to fight Though fortune alwayes yeilds Happy successe yet must they oftentimes Conquer spill blood throughout all lands and elimes And follow Caesar through all fates of his When the world's ruine's neare he happy is That knowes his setled place Their weary armes No war calls forth their sleepes no loud alarmes Disturbes their wiues children and houses they And lands though no deducted colony Enjoy by fortune from this burden free'd No favour does their mindes disquiet brâ—ed One generall sav'd their liues tâ—ther their owne Commander was Thus happy they alone Free'd from desires the civill warres behold But through the world this fortune did not hold She durst act some what against Casar's side Where long f Salonae's beaten with the tide Of th' Adriaticke sea where Zephyre blowes Vpon the warme Iader's gentle flowes Antâ—nius there trusting the warlike bands Of his Curetes whose environ'd lands The Adriaticke sea encircles round Was straight beseidged in the vtmost bound Safe from warres reach if famine that alone Conquers the strongest fortresses were gone The ground no pasture for their horses yeilds Nor yellow Ceres cloaths the fallow'd feilds The men eat grassâ— and when the feilds grow bare The grasse from off their camps dry'd turffes they teare But when their friends on th' adverse shore they spy'd And Zasilâ—â— the admirall they try'd New wayes of flight by sea for their sterne end They did not hoift nor did their keele extend As custome was but with vnusuall sleight Firme timber boates to beare a mighty weight They made These empty boates on every side Susteine the ship whose double rancke was ty'd With chaines acrosse Nor were the oares dispos'd On th' open front to the foes darts expos'd Only that sea that was enclosed round By those conjoyned boates
Antonius to transport the rest of his legions and his horsemen whose slow comming made Caesar defer the fight s This Marcus Antonius after the death of Iulius Caesar had warre with Augustus by whom he was vanquished in a sea fight neere Leucas t When part of the army for want of Ships stay'd at Brundusium vnder Antonius Gabinius and Calenus Caesar impatient of delay resolved to goe himselfe as a messenger to call them in a stormy night and a little vessell some say a boate that would beare twelue oares but vnknowne to all his army he past in a disguised habite through all the courts of guard and went to Sea LVCANS Pharsalia The Sixt Booke The Argument Caesar enclosing Pompey with a fence And trenches of a vast circumference Endures a famine Pompey pestilence Who breaking through escapes a conquerer thence Braue Scaeva's valour and admired fight Into Thessalia Caesar takes his flight Great Pompey followes the description And Poets tales That Thessaly renâ—wne To the dire witch Ericttho Sextus goes This fatall warres sad issue to disclose She quickens a dead carcasse which relates To Sixtus eare his and his fathers fates And craving then deaths freedome to obtaine â—s by a magicke spell dissolv'd againe WHen on neere a hils both Generalls fierce b of fight Had pitch'd their tents and drawne their troâ—pes in sight And the gods saw their match Caesar in Greece â—cornes to take towes or owne the destinyes For any conquest but his sonne in law's The worlds sad howre that to a tryall drawes This wars maine-chance he wishes for alone That cast of fortune that must ruine one Thrice on the hills his battell he array'd And all his threatning Eagles thrice display'd Shewing that he would neuer wanting be T'oreâ—hrow the Roman state But when he see No provocations could his sonne in law Who close entrenched lay to battell draw From thence c he march'd by woody passages And close to take Dyrrachiums fortâ—esses Thither a neerer way great Pompey takes Along the shore and on high Petra makes His campe to guard from thence Dyrrachium towne Safe without men by her owne strength alone No human labour no old structure made Her fence which would though nere so lofty fade By force â—f war or eating time oretaken A strength that by no engine can be shaken Her scite and nature giue the sea profound And steepe waue-breaking rockes enclose it round But for on little hill an Iland 't were Ship-threatning rockes susteine the walls and there Th' Ionian sea rais'd by the Southwindes blasts Her temples shakes and frothy foamings casts Ore houses topps War-thirsty Caesar then Conceiv'd d a cruell hope spreading his men Round on the hills from every side t' enclose With joyned trenches his vnwarâ— foes And all the ground surveying with his eye Is not content alone to fortefie His workes with brittle earth but weighty-stone From quarryes digs vast rockes houses torne downe And Greekish walls brought thither make a fence Able the rams assaulting violence And all wars furious engines to withstand Hills levell'd valleyes rais'd make even lâ—nd In Caesars woâ—kes with trenches wide enclos'd And towâ—â—d castels on the hills dispos'd With a vast circuite he takes in the ground About the pastures woods and shelters round As 't were for deere spreading a wide-stretch'd toile Pompey no roome nor pasture wants for while He thus enclos'd by Caesars trenches is He remooues campes so many rivers rise And their whole course within this circuite run And Caesar tir'd going to looke vpon His workes makes often stayes Let ancient tales To the gods worke adscribe the Trojan wall Let flying Parthians still admire alone The brittle earth-built walls of Babylon As far as Tigris and Orontes run As the Assyrian Kings dominion Stretch'd in the East a suddaine worke of war Encloses heere Lost those great labours are So many hâ—nds would to Abydos put Sestos fill vp the Hellespont and cut Corinth from Pelops land and from the seas Take long Malea for the saâ—lers ease Or mende some part though nature should deny Of the worlds structure Here wars quarters lye Here feedes that blood that in all lands must flow The Libyan and Thessalian overthrow Wars civill fury boiles kept straitly in The woâ—kes first structure Pompey had not seene As who in middest of Sâ—â—ily safe dwell When rough Pelorous barkes can never â—ell As Northren Britâ—ainâ—s câ—nnâ—t heare the rore Of flowing seas agaiâ—st the Kâ—ntâ—sh shore But when himselfe beâ—uâ—t to faâ— he â—new By a vast trench he from safe Petra drew His troopes and ore the hills dispos'd them so To keepe the rankes of his beseidging foe More thin and tooke of the enclosed ground As much in length as in true distance fouâ—d Twixt lofty Rome and th' Aâ—icinian wood VVhere Scythian Dian's ador'd image stood As far as Tyber's streame from Romes walls ends By straight account not as the river bends No trumpets sound piles vncommanded flye Mischeifes oft done as they their javelinstry Both cheifes are kept from fight bâ— greater care Pompey because his pasture feilds are bare The ground he had by hoâ—se orâ—tramâ—led was VVhose horny hoofes trode downe the springing grasse The war-like steed weary'd in those bar'd feilds VVhen the full racke proviâ—der far brought yeilâ—s Tasting his new-brought food falls downe and dyes Treading the ring fail'd by his trembling thighs Their bodyes wast by dire consumption The vnstirr'd aire drâ—wes moist contagion Into a pestilentiall â—loud such breath Nasis exhales from her darke caues beneath Such poison'd aire where bury'd Typhon lyes The ground sends forth apace the army dyes The water from the aire infection taking VVith costiuenesse toâ—ments the bowells aking Dry's their discolour'd skin their blood-swolne eyes Doe breake the fiery plague with botâ—â—es flyes All ore the face their heavy heads fall downe Now more and more suddaine their death was growne Twixt life and death the siâ—kenesse has no roome But death does with the first faint symptomes come By carcasses which all vnburyed lye Among the living growes mortality T was all the souâ—dâ—ers buriall to be cast Out of the tents This plague was staid at last By blasts of strong aire-stirring Northern winde Ships fraught with Corne the shore and sea behinde But Caesar free vpon the spacious hills No pâ—stilence from aire or water feâ—les But as if straight beseig'd a famine strong Is forc'd to suffer corne as yet not sprong To the full height his wretched men he sees Fall to beasts food eate grasse and rob the trees Of leaues and tender twigs and venturing more Death-thrâ—atning herbes from rootes vnknowne they tore What ever they could bite soften with heat Or through their wounded palats downe could get And things that human tables nere did know Content to eate besidg'd c their full fed foe When through the trenches Pompey pleas'd to make His way and freedome of all lands to take He seekes not th' obscure time of duskâ— night Scorning to steale a
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
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
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
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
with thy Thessalian bow Feirce wars first seedes did from this countrey grow Heere the first horse for war sprang from a rocke Which mighty Neptune with his trident stroke To chew on the steele bit he not disdain'd And fom'd by his Thessalian rider rain'd From hence the first of ships the Ocean plow'd And seas hid paths to earth-bred mortalls show'd Itonus first of all Thessalia's King To forme by hammer did hot mettalls bring Made silver liquid stamp'd his coines impresse In gold and melted brasse in furnaces Hence did th' account of money first arise The fatall cause of war and tragedies Heere was that hideous serpent Python bred VVhose skin the Delphian Tripos covered Whence to those games Thessalian bayes are brought Aloeus wicked brood ' gainst heaven here fought When Ossa on high Pelions top was set And the Celestiall orbes swift motion let When both the generalls in this land by fate Destin'd encamp'd the wars ensuing state Fills all presaging mindes all saw at hand That hower on which this wars last cast should stand Cowards now trembled that wars fate so neare Was drawne and fear'd the worst both hope and feare To this yet-doubtfull tryall brought the stout But one alas among the fearefull rout Was Sextus Pempey's most vnworthy son Who afterwards a banisht man vpon Sicilian seas turn'd Pirate and there stain'd The fam'd sea-triumphs his great father gain'd He brooking no delay but weake to beare A doubtfull state endeauoures vrg'd by feare To find fates future course Nor does he craue From Delphian Phoebus from the Pyâ—hian caue Or that fam'd Oake fruitfull in akehornes where Ioues mouth giues answere this event to heare Nor seekes advice from them to whom are knowne Birds flights beasts entrailes lightnings motion Nor the Chaldaean skill'd Astrologer Nor any secret wayes that lawfull were But magicke damn'd by all the gods aboue And her detested secrets seekes to prooue Aide from the ghosts and feinds below to craue Thinking ah wretch the gods small knowledge haue The place it selfe this vaine dire madnesse helpt Nere to the campe th' Aemonian witches dwelt Whom no invented monâ—â—ers can excell Their art 's what ere 's incredible to tell Besides Thessaliaes fields and rockes doe beare Strange killing hearbes and plants and stones that heare The charming Witches murmurs there arise Plants that haue power to force the deityes Medea there a stranger in those fields Gather'd worse herbes then any Colchos yeilds Those wretches impious charmes turne the gods cares Though deafe to many nations zealous prayers Their voice alone beares through the inmost skyes Commands to the vnwilling deityes Which not their care of heavens high motions Can turne away when those dire murmurs once Enter the sky though the Aegyptians wise And Babylonians their deepe misteryes Should vtter all th'Aemonian witch still beares From all their altars the gods forced eares These witches spells loues soft desires haue sent Into the hardest hearts ' gainst fates intent Severe old men haue burn'd in impious loue VVhich tempered drinkes and philtrums could not moue Nor that to which the fole his damms loue owes The swelling flesh that on his forehead growes Mindes by no poyson hurt have perished By spells those whom no loue of marriage bed Nor tempting beautyes power could ere inflame By Magicke knot-ty'd thread together came The course of things has stay'd to keepe out day Night has stood still the sky would not obey The law of Nature the dull world at their Dire voice has beene benumn'd great Iupiter Vrging their course himselfe admir'd to see The poles not moov'd by their swift axeltree Showres they have made clouded the clearest sky And heaven has thunder'd Ioue not knowing why By the same voyce with haire loose hanging they Moist swelling clouds and stormes haue chas'd away The sea without one puffe of wind has swell'd Againe in spite of Auster has beene still'd Ships sailes haue quite against the windes been sway'd Steepe waters torrents in their fall haue stay'd And rivers haue run backe Nile not oreflowne In Summer time Maeander straight has run Arar has hasten'd Rhodanus growne slow High hills sunke downe haue aequall'd vales below Aboue his head the cloudes Olympus saw In midst of VVinter Scythian snowes did thaw VVithout the Sunne the tide-rais'd Ocean Aemonian spells beat from the shore againe The ponderous earth out of her center tost Her middle place in the worlds orbe has lost So great a weight strooke by that voyce was stirr'd And on both sides the face of heaven appear'd All deadly creatures and for mischeife borne Both feare and serue by death the witches turne The Tigers fierce and Lyons nobly bold Fawne vpon them cold snakes themselues vnfold And in the frosty fields lye all vntwin'd Dissected vipers by their power are joyn'd Their poison'd breathings poison'd serpents kill Why are the gods thus troubled to fulfill And fearefull their enchantments to contemne What bargaine has thus ty'd the gods to them Doe they obey vpon necessity Or pleasure or some vnknowne piety Deserues it or some secret threats prevaile Or haue they jurisdiction over all The gods or does one certaine deity feare Their most imperious charmes who what so ere Himselfe is forc'd too can the world compell By them the starres oft from the pole downe fell And by their voices poyson Phaebe turn'd Growne pale with darke and earthly fires has burn'd No lesse then if debarr'd her brothers shine By enterposall of the earth betweene Her Orbe and his these labours vndergone Has she deprest by incantation Vntill more nigh she foam'd her gelly on Their herbes These spells of this dire nation And damned rites dreadfull Erictho scornes As too too good and this foule art adornes With newer rites in townes her dismall head Or houses roofes is never covered Forsaken graues and tombes the ghosts expell'd She haunts by fiends in aestimation held To heare hells silent counsells and to know The Stygian cells and misteryes below Of Dis her breathing heere no hindrance was A yellow leanenesse spreads her lothed face Her dreadfull lookes knowne to no lightsome aire With heavy hell-like paâ—enesse clogged are Laden she is with long vnkemmed haires But when darke stormes or clouds obscure the starres From naked graues then forth Ericttho stalkes To catch the nights quicke sulphur as she walkes The corne burnes vp and blasts where ere she tread And by her breath cleare aires are poisoned She prayes not to the gods nor humbly cryes For helpe nor knowes she pleasing sacrifice But funerall flames to th' altars she preferres Frankincense snatch'd from burning sepulchres The gods at her first voice grant any harme She askes and dare not heare her second charme Liue soules that rule their limbs she does entombe Death though vnwilling seizes those to whom The fates owe yeeres with a crosse pompe men dead Returne from grâ—ue coarses from tombes haue fled Young mens hot ashes and burnt bones she snatches Out of the midst of funerall Piles and
midd'st of Libya draws Who make no vowes for their returning home But thinke of going only let them come I would deceiue no souldier nor keepe close My feares to draw them on Let only those My followers be whom dangers doe invite Who thinke it braue and Roman in my sight T' endure the worst of ills He that would haue A suâ—ety for his safety and â—â—ine saue His loued life let him be gone from me And finde an easier way to slavery Vpon the sands whilest I first footing set Let me first suffer th'aires annoying heat Let serpents poyson'd teeth first seize on me And in my fâ—te doe you your dangers try Let him that sees me dâ—iming water craue And plaine of heat wherâ—â— a shelter haue Or when I ride before the foote straight grow Weary if any by endurance know Whether I goe souldier or generall The â—ands heat thirst and poysonous serpents all Are sweete to vertue hath things patience loues And sweetest still when dearest goodnesse proues These Libyan dangers only justify The flight of men thus their hot spirits he With labours loue and virtue striv'd to fire Maâ—â—hing ore deserts neuer to retire Seâ—ure he goes to Libya gracing there VVith his great name a little sepulcher If th' old accâ—unt we follow Libya is The world's third part following the windes skyes A part of Europe For not distant more Then Scythian Tanais is Nilus shore From VVesterne Gades where Europe Affricke flyes And makes the Ocean roome but greater is Asia then both For as they both send forth Libya from South and Europe from the North The VVesterne winde the Easterne winde alone From Asia blowes That part that 's fertile knowne Of Libya VVestward lyes but moisture lackes The North-winde dry with vs there stormy takes His flight but seldome thither The rich soile No wealthy growing mineralls doe spoile The earth corrupts into no brasse nor gold But keepes her naturall and perfect mold The Mauritanian men are rich alone In Citron wood of which no vse was knowne To them of old contented with the shade Our axes first did that strange wood invade From far we fetch our tables as our meate But in those parts about the Syrts whose heat Is violent and scorching Sol too nere No corne can grow no vines can prosper there Nor trees deepe rooting take the sandy ground VVants vitall temper and no care is found Of Ioue in that at all the barren land Through every season doth vnchanged stand By natures negligence Yet this dull earth Vnto a few small herbes affords a birth VVhich are the hardy Nasamonians fare Neere the sea coast they bleakely seated are Whom barbaraus Syrts with the worlds losse maintaine For spoile they still vpon the sand remaine And though no merchant trade with them yet gold They haue and still by shipwracke traffique hold VVith all the world This way did vertue beare Cato along the Souldiers could not feare A storme by land or thinke of blustring winde But there alas the Ocean's dangers finde For more on land then sea the Southwindes rore About the Syrt and hurt the land much more No rockes nor mountaines stand opposed there To breake his force and turne him into aire No well-growne oakes no wood opposed stands The ground lyes open all free are the sands To Aeols rage which violently strong Hurryes through th' aire a sandy cloud along Their greatest part of land the windes doe beare Into the aire which hangs not fixed there His house and land the Nasamonian sees Fly in the winde their little cottages Blowne ore their heads into the aire as high As from a fire the smoake and sparkles fly The mounted dust like smoake obscures the sky And then moâ—e strong then vsuall did the blast Assault our men no souldier could stand fast No nor the ground â—n which they stood could stay 'T would shake the earth and beare that land away If Libya hollow were or harder mould The Sâ—utherne windes in cavernes to enfold But â—â—nce compos'd of loose and fleeting sands Resisting not it bides the lowest stands Because the highest yeilds helmets of men Theiâ— sheilâ—s and piles the winde with fury then Bereft them of and through the VVelkin tost That in some forreine far-remooved coast Perchance by men was deem'd a prodigy And nations fear'd armes falling from the sky Thinking those weapons rest from men did fâ—ll Downe from the gods So once I thinke that all Our sacred sheilds to holy Numa were VVhich now our choise Patritian shoulders beare The Southerne winde or Northerne robb'd of yore Some forreine people that those bucklers wore The land thus plagu'd with winde the souldiers all Downe to the ground their cloathes fast guirded fall Hold fast the earth yet sure they scarsely lay By weight nor strength from being blowne away Mountaines of dust the Southwindes furious hand Rowles ore their heads drowned is heapes of sand The souldiers scarse can stir Some though vpright VVith rising earth are orewhelmed quite And though the earth remooue want motion Vast stones of ruin'd walls from far are blowne And strange to tell in some far region fall They ruines see that see no house at all No paths nor difference now of wayes are knowne Their course is guided by the star alone Like navigators nor all stars to vs In that Horrizon are conspicuous For to earths face there bowed many be Obscur'd from sight But when the aire was free From the windes rage dissolv'd againe by heat And scorching day their body flow'd with sweat Their mouths with thirst were parch'd a little steame They spy'd which from a muddy fountaine came From whence with much adoe a souldier got His hellmet full of water and straight brought The same to Cato their dry throates were all VVith dust besmeaâ—ed and the generall Himselfe was envy'd for that little draught Base souldier answeres he in thy poore thought Seem'd I alone so worthlesse none but I Tender and weake in all this company This punishment thou more deserv'st then I To drinke thy selfe while all the army 's dry Then stirr'd with wrath he strucke the helmet downe The water spilt suffic'd them every one And now to Libyaes only temple plac'd In Garamanâ—is rude they came at last Iupiter Ammon is adored there Not arm'd with thunder like our Iupiter But crooked hornes To whom the Libyans build No sumptuous Fane no orient iewells fill'd The house with lustre Though the Indians The Aethiopes and rich Arabians Iupiter Ammon's name doe all adore And no god else yet still that god is poore No wealth corrupts his Fane a god of th' old Purenesse his temple guards from Roman gold That place of all the countrey onely greene Shewes a gods presence All that lyes betweene Leptis and Berenicis is dry sand And barren dust no part of all the land But Ammons seat beares trees The cause of it A neighbouring fountaine is whose waters knit The moistened earth and make fertility But when the Sun
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
Quiet well temper'd aire doth Ioue possesse The seedes of all things Venus cherishes Cyllenius rules ore waters which are great He when he enters where the dog-stâ—rs heat And burning fire 's display'd there where thâ— signe Of Cancer hot doth with the Lyon joyne And where the Zodiacke holds his Capricorne And Cancer vnder which Niles head is borne Ore which when Mercuryes proud fires doe stand And in a line direct as by command Of Phaebe the obeying Ocean growes So from his open'd fountaine Nilus flowes Nor ebâ—s againe till night haue from the Sun Those howers recover'd which the summer wor. Vaine was the old opinion that Niles flow Was caus'd or help'd by Aethiopian snow For on those hills cold Boreas never blowes As there the natiues Sunburnt visage showes And moist hot Southerne windes Besides the head Of every streame that from thaw'd iâ—e is bred Swells then when first the spring dissolues the snowes But Nile before the dogâ—dayes never flowes Nor is confin'd within his bankes againe Till the Autumnal aequinoctian Thence t is he knowes no lawes of other streames Nor swells in winter when Sols scorching beames Are far remote his waters want their end But Nile comes forth in summer time to lend A cooler temper to the sweltring aire Vnder the torrid zone least fire impaire The earth vnto her succour Nilus drawes And swells against the Lyons burning jawes And when hot Cancer his Siene burnes Vnto her aide implored Nilus turnes Nor till the Sun to Autumne doe descend And that hot Meroë her shades extend Doth he restore againe the drowned field Who can the causes of this flowing yeild Even so our mother nature hath decreed That Nile should flow and so the world hath neede As vainely doth antiquity declare The West windes cause of this increases are Which keepe their seasons strictly and long stay And beare within the aire continu'd sway These from the Westerne parts all clouds exile Beyond the South and hang them over Nile Or else their blasts the rivers current meete And will not let it to the Ocean get Prevented so from falling to the maine The streame swells backe and overflowes the plaine Some through the cavernes of earths hollow won be In secret channells thinke these waters come Attracted to th' aequator from the cold North clime when Sol his Merâ—ë doth hold The scorched earth attracting water thither Ganges and Padus flow vnseene together Venting all rivers at one fountaine so VVithin one channell Nilus cannot goe From th' Ocean swelling which beguirts about All lands some thinke encreased Nile breakes out The waters loose ere they so far haue ran Their saltnesse quite Besides the Ocean Is the stars fond we thinke which Phoebius drawes VVhen he possesseth fiery Cancers claws More then the aire digests attraced so Falls backe by night and causes Nilus flow I thinke if I may judge so great a case Some waters since the world created was In after ages from some broken vaine Of earth haue growne some god did then ordaine VVhen he created all the world whose tides By certaine lawes the great Creator guides Caesar's desire to know our Nilus spring Possest th Aegyptian Persian Graecian King No age but striv'd to future time to teach This skill none yet his hidden nature reach Philipp's great son Memphis most honourd King Sent to th' earths vtmost bounds to finde Niles spring Choise Aethiops they trode the sunburnt ground Of the hot zone and there warme Nilus found The farthest VVest our great Sesostris saw VVhilest captiue Kings did his proud charriot draw Yet there your Rhodanus and Padus spy'd Before our Nâ—les hid fountaine he descry'd The mad Cambises to the Easterne lands And lonâ—-liv'd people came His famisht bands Qâ—te spent and with each others a slaughter fed Return'd thou Nile yet vndiscovered No tale dares mention thine originall Th' art sought wherever seene No land at all Can boast that Nile is hers Yet I le reveale As far as that same god that doth conceale Thy spring inspires me From th' Antarticke pole Vnder hot Cancer doe thy surges rowle Directly North winding to East and VVest Sometimes th' Arabians sometimes Libyans blest VVith fruitfullnesse thou mak'st the Seres spy Thee first and seeke thee too thy channell by The Aethiopians as a stranger flowes And the world knowes not to what land it owes Thy sacred head which nature hid from all Lest any land should see thee Nilus small She turn'd away thy spring and did desire No land should know it but all lands admire Thou in the summer Solstice art oreflowne Bringing with thee a winter of thine owne VVhen winter is not ours nature alone Suffers thy streames to both the poles to run Not there thy mouth not heere thy spring is found Thy parted channell doth encompasse round Meroë fruitfull to blacke husband-men And rich in Eben wood whose leaues though greene Can with no shade asswage the summers heat Vnder the Lion so directly set From thence thy current with no waters losse Ore the hot zone and barren deserts goes Sometimes collected in one channell going Sometimes dispers'd and yeilding bankes oreflowing His parted armes againe collected slide In one slow streame where Philas doth divide Arabia from Aegypt Ore the sand VVhere the red sea by one small necke of land From ours is kept thou Nile doest gently flow Oh who would thinke thou ere so rough couldst grow That sees thee gentle heere but when thy way Steâ—pe Catarackts and craggy rockes would stay Thy never-curbed waues with scorne despise Those petty lets and foaming Iaue the skyes Thy waters sound with noise the neighbouring hills Thy conquering streame with froath grown hoary fills Hence he with fury first assaults that I le Which our forefathers did Abatos stile And those neare rockes which they were pleas'to call The rivers veines because they first of all His swelling growth did show Hence nature did His stragling waues within high mountaines hide Which part thee Nile from Affricke betwixt those As in a vale thy pent vp water flowes At Memphis first thou runn'st in fields and plaines VVhere thy proud streame all bankes and bounds disdaines Thus they secure as if in peace a part Of night discours'd But base Photinus heart Once stain'd with sacred blood could nere be free From horrid thoughts Since Pompey's murder he Counts nought a crime great Pompey's Manes bide Within his breast and vengefull furyes guide His thoughts to monsters new hoping to staine Base hands with Caesars blood which fates ordaine Great Senators shall shed Fate to a slaue That day almost the Senates vengeance gaue The mulct of civill war Oh gods defend Let none that life in Brutus absence end Shall th' execution of Romes tirant be Base Aegypts crime and that example dy Bold man he makes attempt against fates course Nor at close murder aimes by opâ—n force A most vnconquer'd Captaine he assaults So much are mindes embolden'd by their faults He durst the death of Caesar
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