now command As Pompey's once and by a faithfull hand To sterne Achillas this dire message send VVho shar'd with him in murder'd Pompey's end Whom the weake King against himselfe and all Trusts with a strength his forces generall Thou on thy downy bed securely snort Whilest Cleopatra hath surpris'd the court Pharos it not betray'd but given away Hast thou though all alone this match to stay Th' incestuous sister shall her brother wed Caesar already has enjoy'd her bed Twixt those two husbands Aegypt is her owne And Rome her hire for prostitution Haue Cleopatra's sorcerves beguild Old Caesars breast and shall we trust a childe Who if one night incestuously embrac'd The beastly pleasures of her bed he tast Cloath'd with the name of marriage twixt each kisse He giues my head and thine the gibbet is Our fortune if he finde his sister sweete Hâ—pe we no aide from any side to meete The King her husband her adulterer Caesar and we I grant both guilty are In Cleopatras sight where t will appeare Crime great enough that we are chast from her Now by that crime which we together did And lost and by the league we ratifi'd In Pompey's blood I pray be speedy here Fill on the suddaine all with war and feare Let blood breake off the marriage night and kill Our cruell Queene whose armes so ere she fill In bed to night Not feare we Caesars sate That which advanc'd him to this height of state The fall of Pompey was our glory too Behold the shore and learne what we can doe Our micheifes hope behold the bloody'd waue And in the dust great Pompey's little graue Scarse covering all his limms Hee whom we feare Was but his peere But we ignoble are In blood all one we stir no forreine state Nor King to aide but our owne prosperous fate To mischeife bring and still into our hands Fortune delivers them see ready stands Another nobler sacrifice then he This second blood appeases Italy The blood of Caesar will those staines remoue Which Pompey's murder stucke and make Rome loue Those hands she once thought guilty Feare not than His fame and strength hee 's but a private man His army absent This one night shall end The civill war and to whole nations send A sacrifice t' appease their ghosts bestow And pay the world that head which fates doe ow. Goe confidently then ' gainst Caesars throat For Ptolomey let Aegypts souldiers doo 't The Romans for themselues But stay not thou He 's high with wine and fit for Venus now Doe but attempt the gods on thee bestow Th' effect of Brutus and graue Catoes vow Achillas prone to follow such advise Drawes out his army straight in secret wise Without loud signalls given or trumpets noise Their armed strength he suddainely imployes The greatest part were Roman souldiers there But so degenerate and b chang'd they were With forreine discipline that voide of shame Vnder a barbarous slaues command they came Who should disdaine to serue proud Aegypts King No faith nor piety those hirelings bring That follow campes where greatest pay is had There 's greatest right for money they invade Not for their owne just quarrell Caesars throat Oh wickednesse within what land has not Our Empires wretched fate found civill war Those troopes remoov'd from Thessaly so far Rage Roman-like heere vpon Nilus shore What durst the house of Lagus venture more Had they receiv'd great Pompey but each hand Performes that office which the gods command Each Roman hand helpe to this war must lend The gods were so dispos'd Romes state to rend Nor now doth Caesars or great Pompey's loue Divide the people or their factions moue This civill war Achillas vndertakes A barbarous slaue a Roman faction makes And had not fates protected Caesars blood This side had won in time both ready stood The court in feasting drown'd did openly To any treason and then easily Might they haue tane at table Caesars head His blood amid'st the feasting gobblets shed But in the night tumultuous war they feare Promiscuous slaughter rul'd by chance lost there Their King might fall so confident they are Of their owne strength they hasten not but spare So great an actions opportunity Slaues thinke differring Caesars death to be A reparable losse Till day breake light His execution is put off One night To Caesars life Protinus power could giue Till Titan shew his rising face to liue Now on mount Casius Lucifer appear'd With hot though infant day had Aegypt chear'd When from the wall they veiw'd those troopes afar March on well ranck'd and marshall'd for a war Not in loose maniples but ready all To stand or giue a charge The city wall Caesar distrusts and shuts the pallace too So poore a seidge enforc'd to vndergoe Nor all the house can his small strength maintaine One little part great Caesar can containe Whilest his great thoughts both feare and anger beare He feares assaults and yet disdaines to feare So in small traps a noble Lyon caught Rages and bites his scorned goale with wrath So would fierce Vulcane rage could any stop Sicilian Aetnas fiery cavernes top He that in dire Pharsalian fields of late In a bad cause presum'd on prosperous fate And feared not the Senates hoast nor all The Roman Lords nor Pompey generall Fear'd a slaues war he heere assaulted tooke A house whom Sythians bold dust neere provoke Th' Alani fierce nor Mauritanians hot Which fast-bound strangers barbarously shoote He whom the Roman world could not suffice Nor all that twixt the Gades and India lyes Like a weake boy seekes lurking holes alone Or woman in a late surprised towne Nor hopes for safety but in keeping close And through each roome with steps vncertaine goes But not without the King him he retaines About his person still his life he meanes Shall the revenge and expiation be Of his owne fate thy head ô Ptolomey He meanes to throw for want of darts or fire Against thy servants as Medea dire VVhen her pursuing Sires revenge she fled Stood arm'd against her little brothers head To stay her Sire But desperate fate so nigh Enforced Caesar tearmes of peace to try A courtier from the absent King is sent To checke his men and know this wars entent But there the law of Nations could obtaine No power their Kings Embassadour is slaine Treating of peace to adde one horrid crime O monstrous Aegypt to thy impious clime Impious Pharnaces Pontus Thessaly Nor Spaine nor Iubaes far-spread monarchy Nor barbarous Syrtis durst attempt to doe VVhat heere â—ffaeminate Aegypt reaches too The war on every side growes dangerous And showres of falling darts even shake the house No battring ram had they to force the wall Nor any engine fit for war at all Nor vs'd they fire the skillesse people run Through the vast pallace scatter'd vp and downe And vse their joyned strength no where at all The fates forbid and fortune's Caesars wall But where the gorgeous pallace
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
their strength they strike in this did stand Their piety alone that at one blow They would dispatch them on the hatches now Halfe dead they draw their bowells and much blood Stream'd downe into the sea it did them good To see the scorned day death to preferre And with proud lookes despise the conquerer Now on the ship the heapes of bodyes shew'd The slaughter made on which the foes bestow'd Fit funeralls admiring much to see To any Captaine such fidelity Fame flying through the world did never raise Any one ship with such resounding praise Yet will not coward nations since such braue Examples learne to know that death to saue Their liberty is not a price so deare But kingdomes arm'd with power of sword they seareâ— Liberty can vse armes and swords should be As men should know to keepe their liberty Oh would the fates would let the fearefull liue That valour only death to men might giue Nor was that war that did in Libya grow Lesse terrible then this bold g Curio By a milde Northren winde was wasted ore From Lilybaeum to that well knowne shore VVhere Clupea seated is and where he sees Great Carthages halfe ruin'd aedifice And pitching his first tents far from the maine VVhere Bagrada furrowes the sandy plaine Those hills and eaten rockes goes to behold VVhich were Aâ—taeus kingdome call'd of old Asking the cause of this old name a clowne Thus tells the tale by long Tradition knowne For Giants births Earth yet not barren made In Libian caues a feared issue had Which to his mother brought as true a fame As Typhon Tityus and Briareus name 'T was good for heaven Antaeus was not borne At Phlegra but this guift did more adorne His mighty strength into his limmes though tir'd His mothers touch a vigour fresh inspir'd This caue his dwelling was this mountaine here He lurckt about his foode slaine lions were His bed no leaues of trees no skin of beasts His strength by sleeping on the ground encreast By him th' inhabitants of Libya dy'd And strangers all that to our coast apply'd His strength not vsing a long time to fall Needed not earths rich gift too strong for all He was though standing vp at length through fame Of this dire plague the great Alcides came Whose hand both sea and land from monsters free'd And for th' encounter each put off his weede One's Nemean tother 's Libyan Lions skin Hercules oiles his limmes ere he begin According to th' Olimpicke rites but he Rubb'd ore his limmes with sand it could not be Enough to touch his mother with his feete They grapple then and armes armes folded meete Striving each others necke with heavy hand To bend yet both fixt and vnbended stand Both wonder much to meete their match at length But Hercules vs'd not his vtmost strength At the first bout but weary'd out his foe Which his oft blowing and cold sweates did show His shaking necke nor breast could firmely stand His bending hammes yeild to Alcides hand Alcides then about his short ribbes cast His conquering armes and grip'd his yeilding wast Then tripping vp his leggs he fairely â—ayes His foe stretch'd out vpon the sand earth stayes His sweat and fills with fresh blood every vaine His armes grow brawny his joynes stâ—ffe againe And his fresh limmes vnclaspe the others hands Amaz'd at this new strength Alcides stands Nor fear'd he Hydra so in Lerna lakes Fruitfull by losse of her reviving snakes Though then but yong Now both were aequall growne One in earths strength the other in his owne Nere had sterne Iuno more encouragement To hope she sees his limmes with sweating spent And his necke dry'd as when he did sustaine The heavens but when he clasp'd his foe againe Antaeus staying not till he be throwne Falls of himselfe and rises stronger growne His mother earth to his tir'd members giues What spirit she has and labours when he striues But when Alcides found â—arths touch to be Strengthning to him now thou shalt stand quoth he No more thou falâ—'st nor will we trust againe The ground this breast shall thy crusht limbes susteâ—ne Hither Antaeus shalt thou fall this spoke Him striving to fall downe aloft he tooke And grasp'd his middle fast earth could not lend Strength to her dying sonne nor succour send But till his foâ—s breast starke and cold he found Alcides durst not trust him on the ground From hence selfe-lov'd antiquity and fame Old times recorder gaue this place a name But to these hills a nobler name gaue he That drew the Punicke foe from Italy Scipio arriving on our Libya heere Pitch'd his first campe the ruines yet appeare Of that old trench this place of all the rest Was first by Roman victory possest Curio as if the place were fortunate And still retain'd those former Captaines fate In war rejoyc'd and in this lucky place Pitch'd his vnlucky tents which did deface The places Omen and provok'd sterne foes With strength vnaequall Affricke all that owes Obedience to the Roman Eagles then VVas vnder Varus who though strong in men Of Italy aide from the Libyan King Requires to whom the worlds far regions bring Their force with Iuba no one King alone VVas master of such large dominion In length th'extent of his great Kingdomes ground Gades-neighbouring Atlas and Ioues Ammon bound Neere Thera but in breadth the torrid zone Betwixt the sea and it it coasts vpon So many people to his army presse Th' Autolodes and wandring Nomades Getulians hors'd without caparison The Mauritanians of complexion Like Indians poore Nasamonians Scorcht Garamantes swift Marmaricans Massylians that without saddles ride And with a wand their bitlesse horses guide Mazacian darts that Median shafts excell Those that in empty cottages doe dwell Affrican hunters that all darts refuse And their loose coates ' gainst angry Lyons vse Nor did the cause of civill war alone But private anger bring King Iuba on Curio that yeere wherein he did defile Divine and human lawes striv'd to exile By tribunitiall law from Libyas throne This King and barre him his forefathers crowne VVhâ—lest he would make thee Rome a monarchy He mindfull of the wrong thinkes this to be The greatest guift his scepter could bestow This Iuba's fame affrighted Curio Besides no Souldiers firme to Caesar's side Were in his army none that had beene try'd In Germany but at Confinium tane False to new Lords did to their first remaine Doubtfull and thought both sides indifferent were But when he saw all slacke through slavish feare That the night-guards their trenches did forsake With a distracted spirit thus he spake Daring conceales great feareâ— I le first assay The fight and put my Souldiers in array While tâ—ey are mine doubt growes from rest alone Fight shall prevent their consultation When swords whet their dire wills and helmets hide Their blushes who can then compare the side Or weigh the cause they favour as they stand As no old hate does on the stage command
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
should yon feare cowards whilest I am by To see those fiends that shake at sight of me Then with warme blood opening fresh wounds she fills His breast and gore to th' inward parts distills Of the Moones poisonous gelly store she takes And all the hurtfull broodes that nature makes Foame of mad dogs which sight of water dread The pyth of staggs with serpents nourished Was mixed there the dire Hyaena's knot The spotted Lynx his bowells wanted not Nor that small fish whose strength though Eurus rise Can stay the course of ships the Dragons eyes The sounding stone that brooding Eagles make Warme in their nests th' Arabian nimble snake The red sea-viper pretious gemms that kept Skins from th' aliue Libyan Cerastes stript The Phoenix ashes lay'd in Araby With these when vile and namelesse poisons she Had mixt and leaues fill'd with enchantments strong And herbes which her dire mouth had spit on young What poyson she did on the world bestow Then adds a voyce to charme the gods below More powerfull then all herbes confounding noises Much dissonant and far from humane voices There was the barke of dogs the wolues sad howle The scriches waâ—ling hollowing of the Owle All voices of wilde beasts hissing of snakes The sound that beat from rockes the water makeâ— The murmur of stirr'd woods the thunders noise Broke from a cloud all â—â—is was in her voice The rest Aemonian incantations tell And thus her voice peirces the lowest hell Furyes and Stygian fiends whose scourges wound All guilty soules Chaos that wouldst confound Vn-number'd worlds king of the earth beneath That griev'st to see the gods exempt from death Thou Styx and faire Elysium which no spirit To a Thessalian witch deserues t'enherit Thou that thy mother hat'st Persephone And heaven thou lowest part of Hecate By whom the silent tongues of fienes with vs Haue entercourse hells porter Cerberus That currishnesse into our breasts doest put You destinyes that twice this thread must cut And thou the burning streames old ferriman Tired with ghosts brought backe to me againe If I invoke you with a mouth prophane And foule enough to heare these prayers daine If with a breath fasting from humane flesh These incantations I did nere expresse If womens wombes whole burdens vpon you And luke-warme braines I often did bestow If one your altâ—rs heads of infants slaine I set and bowells that must liue againe Obey my voice no ghost that long has felt The Stygian shades nor long in darkenesse dwelt But one that lately from the living went And is but yet at pale hells first descent And one which though obedient to this spell Could be but once transported ore to hell I aske let some knowne souldiers ghost relate Before great Pompey's sonne his fathers fate If civill war of you haue merited Then lifting vp her foaming mouth and head She saw hard by the ghost of that dead man Trembling to enter his old goale againe Fearing those cold pale members and into Thâ—â—â—ounded breast and entrailes torne to go Ah wretch from whom deaths gift is tane away To dye no more that fates durst thus delay Ericttho wonder'd wrath with death and fate The liueles coarse with living snakes she beateâ— And through earths craneys which her charmes had broke Bark'd to the fiends and thus hells silence shooke Maegera and Tisiphone that slight My voice through hell with your dire whips affright Hither that wretched spirit or from below By your true names of Stygian bitches you I will call vp and to the Sunnes light leaue No dead mens graues shall harbour or receiue Your heads I le follow you observing well And from all tombes and quiet vrnes expell False Hecate thee to the gods I le show To whom thou vsest with bright lookes to goe In thy pale rotten forme and so provide Thou shalt not thy Tartarian visage hide Vnder the earths vast weight I will relate VVhat food destaines thee in what wedlockes state Thou lou'st the nights sad king with such a staine That Ceres shall not wish thee backe againe ' Gainst thee the worlds worst judge I will set free The giants or let to the day to thee VVill you obey or shall I him invoke VVhose name the earths foundations ever shooke VVho without hurt th'vnvailed Gorgon sees Of whose strong stripes Erinnys fearefull is VVho keepes an hell vnknowne to you and where You are aboue that dare by Styx forsweare Then straight the clotted blood grows warme againe Feedes the blacke wounds and runnes through every veine And th' outward parts the vitall pulses beate In his cold breast and life 's restored heate Mixt with cold death through parts disused runns And to each joynt giues trembling motions The sinnews stretch the carkasse from the ground Rises not by degrees but at one bound Stands bolt vpright the eyes with twincking hard Are op'd not dead nor yet aliue appear'd The face his palenesse still and stiffenesse stayes He stands at this revivall in amaze But his dumbe seal'd-vp lips no murmur made Only an answering tongue and voice he had Speake quoth Ericttho what I aske and well Shalt thou rewarded be if truth thou tell By our Haemonian art I le set thee free Throughout all ages and bestow on thee Such funeralls with charmes so burne thy bones Thy ghost shall heare no incantations Let this the fruit of thy revivall be No spells no herbs shall dare to take from thee Thy long safe rest when I haue made thee dy The gods and Prophets answere doubtfully But he that dares enquire of ghosts beneath And boldly goe to th' oracles of death Is plainly told the truth spare not but name Plainely the things and places all and frame A speech wherein I may conferre with fate Adding a charme to make him know the state Of whatsoere she askt thus presently The weeping carcasse spake I did not see The sisters fatall threds so soone alas Backe from those silent bankes enforc'd to passe But what by speech from all the spirits I gain'd Among the Roman ghosts fell discord reign'd Romes wicked war disturb'd hells quiet rest Some Captaines from sad hell some from the blest Elysian fields come forth and there what fate Entends to doe they openly relate The happy ghosts look'd sad the Decii then Father and sonne wars-expiating men I saw the Curii and Camillus wailing Sylla himselfe against thee fortune railing His issues Libyan fate braue Scipio Bewail'd and Cato Carthages great foe His nephew's bondage-scaping death did monc â—mong the blessed spirits Brutus alone Reioyc'd first Consul that Romes king exil'd Fierce Catiline sterne Marius and the wilde Câ—thegs breaking chaines orejoyed were The popular law promulging Drusi there And daring Gracchi shouting clapt their hands Fetter'd for euer with strong iron bands In Plutoes dungeons impious ghosts had hopes Of blessed seates Pluto pale dungeons opes Prepares hard stones and adamantine chaines To punish the proud Conquerour ordaines Take you this comfort in a blessed roome The
Leading fierce nations ' gainst the walls of Rome Following those Eagles that slaine Crassus lost That only King that from th' Aemathian a host Was absent fortune did his favour guide Will he provoke the Conquerers strong side And joyne with vanquisht Pompey thinke you no We haue no cause to trust that nation so The people all borne in the Northren cold Are lovers of the war hardy and bold But in the East and Southerne climes the heat Of gentle aire makes them effoeminate Their men soft cloathing and loose garments weare Parthians vpon the Median fields and where Along Sarmaâ—ian plaines swift Tigris flowes By liberty of flight can by no foes Be vanquished but where the earth does swell Ore craggy hills they cannot clime so well Nor in darke places can they vse the bow Nor dare they swim torrents that swiftly flow Nor in the field with blood all over dy'd Dare they the dust and Summer Sunne abide No rams nor engines can the Parthian vse Nor fill the trenches vp when he pursues What ere is arrow-profe serues for a wall Slight are their waâ—s their fights like flyings all They stragling fight apter to fly then stand Their arrowes venom'd are nor close at hand Dare they maintaine a fight far off with bowes They shoot and where it lists the wind bestowes Their wounâ—s but fight of sword does strength requireâ— All manly nations the sword-fight desire At the first on set they'll disarmed be And when their quivers are exhaust must flee Their trust in poyson is not in their hands Think'st thou them men Pompey that dare not stand Without such helpes the hazard of a fight Can such base aide be worth so long a flight For thee so far from thine owne land to dy And vnder barbarous earth entomb'd to ly In a base monument yet such a one As will he envy'd Crassus having none Thy state is not so pitifull for death Nor fear'd by men ends all but losse of breath Vnder that wicked King Cornelia feares not The Venus of those barbarous courts who heares not Which like bruit beasts all wedlocks rites exile And with wiues numberlesse all lawes defile Th' incestuous beds abhorred secrets ly Ope to a thousand concubines rais'd high With wine and banqueting the King refraines No lawlesse lust though nere so full of staines Th' embraces of so many women can Not all the night tire one insatiate man In Kings incestuous beds their sisters ly And mothers which should names vnstained be Oâ—dipus wofull tale condemns alone Thebes of a crime though ignorantly done But there how often does the Parthian King Arsacides from such foule incest spring What can be wickednesse to him that may Defile his mother shall Cornelia Metellus noble progeny be led The thousand'th wife to a Barbarians bed Yet none more often will the tyrant vse Then her her husbands titles will infuse A scornefull lust and which will please him more He 'll know that she was Crassus wife before And comes as fate did her to Parthia ow A captiue for that former overthrow Thinke on that slaughter 't will not only bring Shame to haue begg'd aide from that fatall King But to haue made a civill war before For what will Caesar and thy selfe be more Accus'd by all then that while you two fought There could for Crassus no revenge be wrought ' Gainst Parthia all our armyes should haue gone And that no strength might want from garrison Our Northren lands should haue bin free'd each one Till treacherous â—usa and proud Babylon Had fall'n for tombes vpon our slaughter'd men Of Parthian peace fortune we beg an end And if Thessalia end the civill war Against the Parthian send thy Conquerer Of all the world I should rejoyce alone At Caesar's triumphs ore that nation When thou the cold Araxis streams hast crost Shall not the slaughter'd Crassus mourning ghost Vpbraide thee thou whom our vnbury'd ghosts Long since expected with revenging hosts Com'st thou to sue for peace besides thine eyes Sad monuments of Roman tragoedyes Shall greete the walls on which our Captaines heads Were fixt where bodyes of our souldiers dead Euphrates swallow'd and swift Tigris streame Rowl'd backe againe to earth If thou to them Canst sue why Pompey doest thou scorne to pray To Caesar sitting in Thessalia Looke rather vpon Romes confederates And if thou doe suspect the Southerne states And Iuba's falsehood goe to Ptolomey Aegypt by Lybian quickesands Westerly Is guarded on the East fall Niles seven floods To th' sea a land content with her owne goods A land that needes nor raine nor merchandise So much on only Nilus she relyes Young Ptolemey reignes there that owes his crowne To thee once left to thy tuition Feare not the shadow of a name no hurt Can be in tender yeares in an old court Let not religion faith or trust be sought Men vs'd to scepters are asham'd of nought The mildest governement a kingdome findes Vnder new kings This speech quite turn'd their minds How are despairing states most free and bold Pompey's opinion is by all controll'd They leaue Cilicia and to Cyprus mooue Their course No land does Venus better loue Still mindfull of her birth if we at all Thinke gods were borne or had originall Pompey departing thence his course gan bend Round all the Cyprian rocks that Southward tend And got into the enterposed maine Nor by the nights weake light could he attaine Mount Casius but with strugling sailes and strength A lower port of Aegypt reach'd at length Where parted Nilus greatest channell flowes And to the Ocean at Pelusium goes That time was come wherein just Libra weighes The howers and makes the nights aequall with dayes Then payes the winter nights howers which the spring Had tane away They hearing that the King Was at mount Casius thither make repaire The Sun yet was not downe the winde blew faire The sâ—outs along the shore post to the court And fill their fearefull eares with the report Of Pompey's comming though their time were small For counsell yet the Aegyptian monsters all Were met ' mongst whom Achoreus began Whom age taught modesty a milde old man Him superstitious Memphys that observ'd Th' encrease of Nile brought forth while he had serv'd At the gods altars not one Apis liv'd Fiue changes of the Moone his speech reviv'd The sacred league of Ptolomey's dead father And Pompey's merits but Photinus rather A counseller for tyrants with base breath Durst thus presume to counsell Pompey's death Iustice and truth haue many guilty made Faith suffers Ptolomey when it would aide VVhom fortune hates joyne with the gods and fate And fly the wretched loue the fortunate Profit from honesty differs as far As does the sea from fire earth from a star Crownes loose their power whilest only good they doe Respect of right all strength does overthrow T is mischeifes freedome and th'vncurbed sword That does to hated crownes safety affoord No cruell actions vnlesse throughly done
Are done secure let him from court be gone That would be good vertue and soveraignety Doe not agree nothing but feare shall he That is asham'd a tyrant to be deem'd Let Pompey rue that he thy yeares contemn'd Thinking thou couldst not from thy shore driue backe A conquer'd man let not a stranger take Thy scepter if thou wouldst resigne thy reigne Th' hast neerer pledges giue the crowne againe To thy condemned sister le ts keepe free Our Aegypt from the Roman slavery Shall we that did not in the war adhere To Pompey now provoke the Conquerer Vagrant through all the world hopelesse of all He seekes with what lands ruine he may fall Haunted with civill war slaine ghosts he flyes Not only Caesar but the Senates eyes VVhose greater part feedes fowles in Thessaly He feares those nations whom he left to dy Mixt in one bloody field he feares those Kings VVhose haplesse states his fall to ruine brings Now guilty of the losse harbour'd by none To vs whom yet he has not overthrowne He seekes a greater cause ô Ptolomey Haue we to accuse Pompey why would he Our quiet land staine with the crime of war And make vs hated by the Conquerer VVhy does thy misery choose our land alone To bring Pharsalias fortune and thine owne Fear'd punishment into we beare a blame Already and our swords must purge the same In that because the Senate moov'd by thee Gaue vs a crowne we wisht thy victory This sword now drawne by fate we did provide To wound not Pompeys but the conquer'd side And rather could we wish for Caesar's head But whither all are carry'd we are led Mak'st thou a doubt of our necessity To kill thee now we may what strength haue we For thee to trust wretch'd man thou sawst our men Vnarm'd to plow soft mould scarse able when Nile ebb'd Our kingdomes strength t is fit that we Try and confesse canst thou ô Ptolomey Raise Pompey's ruine vnder which great Rome It selfe is fall'n so low or dar'st thou come To stir the ashes of Pharsalia And such a war vpon thy kingdome draw We to no side before the battell clest Shall we now cleaue to Pompey's which is left By the whole world provoking the knowne fates And feared strength of Caesar wretched states Aide they that did their prosperous times attend No faith ere chose a miserable friend The mischiefe pleas'd them all the young king proud Of this strange honour that his men allow'd Him to command so wonderfull a thing Chose out Achâ—llas for the managing Where the false land in Casian sands does ly Stretch'd out and fords witnesse the Syrtes nigh Weapons and parteners of his murdrous guile He puts in a small boate Oh gods durst Nile Durst barbarous Memphis and th'effoeminate men Of soft Canopus harbour such a spleene Has civill war deprest the world so low Or are the Roman fates dejected so Are Pharian swords admitted and a roome For Aegypt left into this war to come In this at least ye civill wars be true Bring well knowne hands keepe forreine beasts from you If Pompey's far-fam'd name deserue to be The crime of Caesar Feares not Ptolomey The ruine of that name or when the sky Thunders dar'st thou effoeminate Ptolomey Insert thy profane hands to terrify Thee King a Romans name enough should be Without that worth that did the world controll Rode thrice in triumph to the capitoll That govern'd Kings that led the Senates war And sonne in law was to the Conquerer VVhy with thy sword our bowells doest thou wound Thou doest not know proud boy vpon what ground Thy fortunes stand thou now canst claime no right To Aegypts scepter for in civill fight He 's fall'n that Aegypts crowne on thee bestow'd Now Pompey's ship tooke downe her sailes and â—ow'd Toward the shore The wicked band drew b neere In a small two-oar'd boate with fained cheere Tell him the Kingdome at his service stands And fâ—ining that the shore for shelues and sands Could not approached be by ships so great Into their little boate they doe entreat He would descend If by the fates decree And everlasting lawes of destiny Pompey condemned to that wretched end Had not bin forc'd to shore c none of his friends VVanted resages of the dire event For had their faith beene pure if they had meant Their Scepter giver truely t' entertaine In Court th Aegyptian King with all his traine And fleete had come Pompey to fate giues way And bid to leaue his navy does obay Preferring d death before base feare Into The enemyes boates Cornelia faine would go Now more impatient to be separate From her deare Lord because she feares his fate Stay wife and sonne and far from shore quoth he Behold my fortune and in this necke try The tyrants faith but deafe to his commands Franticke Cornelia wrings her wofull hands VVhither without me goest thou cruell man Remoov'd from Thessaly must I againe Be left still fatall haue our parting 's bin In flight thou needed'st not to haue touch'd in At Lesbos but there still haue let me be If thou entend I nere shall land with thee Only at sea thy sad companion Thus all in vaine Cornelia making mone Vpon the ships foredecke stood looking ore So full of griefe and feare she could not more Looke after him nor turne her eyes away Doubtfull of his successe the fleete did stay Not fearing swords nor force nor treachery But lest great Pompey shouâ—d submissiuely Adore that scepter that himselfe bestow'd Septimius then a Roman souldier bow'd Saluting Pompey from th' Aegyptian boate VVho oh Heavens shame leaving his pile had got A Barbarous partizan one of the guard To Aegypts King fierce vnrelenting hard Bloody as any beast VVho would not then Haue thought that fortune meant to favour men VVhen she had kept this impious sword so far From Thessaly and stay'd from civill war This hand but she dispos'd the swords alas That civill mischeife might in every place Be done A tale the Conquerors to shame It was the gods eternall blush and blame A Roman sword should by a King be led And the Aegyptian boy reach Pompey's head VVith his owne sword VVhat fame shall future time Giue thee Septimius or how stile thy crime That Brutus act as parricidall blame And now the ending hower of Pompey came Putting himselfe into the monsters e hands He went aboard their boate the murdrous bands Straight draw great Pompey seeing their drawn swords Covers his face disdaining to spend words Or lookes on such a fate and shut his eyes Containing his great spirit lest words might rise Or teares his everlasting fame to taint But when Achillas murdring weapons point Had peirc'd his side scorning the villaines pride No groanes he gaue great like himselfe he dy'd With vnstirr'd breast and thus in secret spake All times that mention of Romes labours make And future ages through the world will see This fact and Aegypts base disloyalty Maintaine thine
honour now the fates to thee Through the whole life gaue long prosperity And the world knowes not vnlesse now they see How Pompey's spirit could beaâ—e adversity Blush not that such base hands thy death afford But thinke who ever strike 't is Caesars sword Though they these limbs all torne and scatter'd leaue Yet am I happy god no god can reaue My happinesse my fortunes and my breath Expire at once nor wretched is my death Cornelia and my son this slaughter see So much more patient let my sorrow be The more Cornelia and my son approoue My dying constancy the more they 'll loue So well could he his dying spirits guide Such strength of minde had Pompey when he dy'd But poore Cornelia that had rather dy Then see that sight with shreekings fills the sky T was wicked I deare Lord that murdred thee For whilst at Lesbos thou turnd'st in to me Caesar had enter'd Aegypts shore for who But he had power that horrid act to doe What ere thou art sent from the gods to kill Pleasing thine owne revenge or Caesars will Thou know'st not wretch where Pompey's bowels be Thou strik'st with fury there where conquer'd he Desires thy stroke now let him suffer more Then his owne death and see my head before I am not guiltlesse from the crime of war The only wife following my Lord so far Fearelesse of campes or seas and conquer'd too I tooke him in which Monarchs durst not doe Did I for this husband deserue to be Left safe aboord false Lord why spar'st thou me Or thought'st thou life thou dying fit for me I le finde a death though not from Ptolomey Oh sailors let me leape downe from the decke Or with these twisted shrowdes to breake my necke Or let some worthy friend of Pompey's now Heere sheath his weapon and for Pompey doe An act that hâ—e'll impute to Caesars hate Why doe you hinder my desired fate Husband thou liv'st Cornelia has not power Yet of her selfe they hinder my deaths houre And there she sounds to be the Conquerours pray The fearefull fleete hoist sailes and post away But when great Pompey fell that sacred face And honour'd visage kept his former grace Though angry with the gods deaths vtmost hate Chang'd not his visage and majesticke state As they confesse that his rent necke did see For sterne Seâ—timius in that cruelty Findes out an act more cruell to vncover His face he cuts the cloth that was cast over Invading halfe-dead Pompey's breathing face His dying necke acrosse the bords he layes Then cuâ—s the nerves and I veines the twisted bones He breakes the art to whip off heads at once VVas not yet found But when the head was torne Off â—rom the trunke 't was by Achillas borne Dâ—generate Roman base Septimius Vs'd in an vnder office couldst thou thus Basely cut off great Pompey's sacred head To be oh shame by another carryed Young Ptolomey to know great Pompey's face Those haires that kings haue honour'd whose curl'd grace Adorn'd his noble front stroakes with his hands Fixt on a pole the head of Pompey standes VVhilst yet his lips with throbbing murmurs shooke His eyes vnclos'd and liuely was his looke That head that still determin'd war and peace That rul'd the Senate lawes and suffrages Romes fortune in that face tooke greatest pride Nor was the wicked tyrant satisfy'd With sight but for memoriall of the fact Dire arts the heads corruption must extract The braine is taken out dry'd is the skin The noisome moisture purged from within Medicines make solid and preserue the face Degenerate issue last of Lagus race Whom thy incestuous sister shall depose VVhen sacred vaults the Macedon enclose When dust of Kings in sumptuous buildings lyes And the ignoble race of Ptolomey's In Pyramids and rich Mausolean graues Vnjustly rest must Pompey by the waues And headlesse trunke against the shore be swept VVas it too great a trouble to haue kept The carcasse whole for Caesar this sad date Did fortune giue to Pompey's prosperous state By such a death as this to pull him downe From such an height heaping all plagues in one Sad day which he so many yeares had bin Free from nor yet had Pompey ever seene Ioy mixt with woe no god his prosperous state Did ere disturbe none helpt his wretched fate But once for all with a differring hand Did fortune pay him torne vpon the sand Salt water playing in his wounds the mocke Of seas he lyes and beat ' gainst every rocke No figure left of him t is note enough To know great Pompey that his head is off But fates ere Caesar on that shore arriue A suddaine funerall to Pompey giue Lest he in none or in a better tombe Should ly To th' shore did fearefull Codrus come Out of his lurking hole that was before Great Pompey's quaestors and from Cyprus shore Had follow'd him he by the shades of night Durst goe true loue had vanquisht terrour quite To find his slaughter'd Lord along the sand And through the waues to bring the trunke to land Faint light through dusky clouds sad Cynthia gaue But different colour'd from the foamy waue The trunke appeard which Codrus catching straight When the waues ebb'd but tired with the weight Expects their flow to helpe him and so bore The trunke to land and plac'd it on the shore Then falling downe bathing the wounds in teares Thus to the gods he speakes and clouded stars Fortune no costly pile with odours fill'd Thy Pompey craues nor that his hearse may yeild Precious Arabian fumes to fill the ayre Nor that the pious Roman neekes should beare Their countreys father forth nor to adorne A funerall pompe old tryumphs should be borne No funerall songs nor that his troopes the while March a dead march about their generalls pyle Great Pompey but a base Plebejan Beere That his torne limbs may carry to dry fire Let him not want wood and a burner though But meane and let it be ô gods enough That with loose haire Cornelia does not stand To take her last embrace and then command To fire the pile from this last funerall rite She is away yet hardly out of sight This said far off a little fire he kenn'd Burne a neglected herse watch'd by no friend Thither he goes and taking thence a part Of fire and halfe-burn'd stickes who ere thou art Neglected ghost deare to no friend quoth he But happier then great Pompey pardon me If any knowledge after death remaines That by a strangers hand thy hearse susteines This wrong I know thou yeild'st and castendure For Pompey's sake this losse of sepulture And art asham'd of funerall rites whilest he Lyes an vnburyed ghost Then speedily With his armes full of fire poore Codrus ran To find the trunke which to the shore againe The waues had beat then off the sand he wipes And gathering vp the ribs of broken ships He layes them in a ditch on no hew'n trees Or well built pyle the
Those Eagles which the Roman Consuls keepes Thus having spoke aboord the ship he leapes With all his company Romes fate had gone The people bent to slavery vpon The shore exclaime But from a sacred breast Cato to them at last these words exprest Fought you yong men with Caesars armyes hopes No more true Roman but Pompey an troopes To gaine a Lord since for no Lord you fight But liue to doe your selues not tyrants right Since your spent bloods can no mans rule procure But your owne safety you 'll not now endure The wars to liue in bondage you desire And for your slavish neckes a yoake require Your danger 's worthy now the cause is good Pompey perhaps might haue abus'd your blood And will you now when liberty 's so high To aiâ—le of Rome your swords and throates deny Of three Lords fortune now has left but one Aegypts base King and Parthian bowes haue done More for the lawes then you oh shame goe ye Base men and scornâ— the gift of Ptolomey Who will beleeue your hands could guilty be Of any blood he 'll rather thinke that ye Were the first men that from Pharsalia fled Goe then securely you haue merited Pardon in Caesar judgement not subdew'd By seidge or open force Oh servants lewd When your first master's dead his heir you 'll serue Why would you not more then your liues deserue And pardons ravish with you for a prey Metellus daughter Pompey's wife away And his two sonnes the gift of Aegypt's King Surpasse or could you to the tirant bring My head no small reward 't would render ye Then to good purpose haue you follow'd me On then and in our bloods your merit make T is slothfull treason a bare flight to take This speech of Cato straight recalls from seas Their flyng ships as when a swarme of Bees Their hony combâ—s and barren waxe forsake Nor hang in clusters now but singly take Their flight i th aire and tast not slouthfull growne The bitter Thyme at sound of brasse alone Amaz'd they leaue their flight againe approoue Their flowery taskes againe their hony loue Glad is the Shepheard on sweete Hybâ—aes bill To keepe the riches of his cottage still So Catoes speech on their affections wrought And them to patience of a war had brought And now their restlesse mindes with toile t'inure And teach them warlike laboures to endure VVith weary marches first their strength he tryes Along the sands their second labour is To scale Cyrenes lofty walls on whom Cato no vengeance tooke when overcome Though they against him shut their gates to him Revenge sufficient did their conquest seeme He thence to Libyan c Iubaes kingdome goes But there the Syrts did nature interpose Which Catoes dauntlesse virtue hopes to passe These Syrts when all the worlds first structure was Nature as doubtfull left twixt sea and land For neither sinke they quite like seas to stand Nor yet like land with shores repell the maine But doubtfull and vnpassable remaine A shelfe-spoil'd sea a water cover'd land Where sounding waues let in by sands command This part of nature Natures selfe disclam'd As a vaine worke and to no purpose fram'd Or once the deepe-drown'd Syrts were seas entire But burning Titan thence to feede his fire Drew vp those waues so neere the torrid zone And now the water holds contention With Phoebus drought which by continuance spent The Syrts will grow a solid continent For now their topps but shallow waters hide The fading sea decayes at every side When first the fleete began to launch from shore In his owne kingdome did blacke-Auster rore Whose blasts the sea from ship invasion keepe And from the Syrts far rowle the wavy deepe Or flatt the sea with throwne in heapes of sand Now the resistlesse windes the seas command Whose blasts of all spred sailes that fasten'd were To the maine-mast quite robb'd the marriner In vaine the shrowdes to winde so violent Deny their sailes beyond the ships extent Beyond the prow the swelled linnen 's blowne But where a man more provident was knowne That did his linnen to the saileyard ty He quite despoil'd of tackling presently Was overcome That fleete had far more ease Which on the deepe was tost with certaine seas But all those ships which had cut downe their masts T' avoide the fury of strong Austers blasts As then the winde against the tide did striue Against the winde the conquering tide did driue Some ships the sea forsakes whom straight the sands Vnseene surpâ—ise whose state now doubtfull stands Part of the ship vpon firme ground doth rest Part swimmes in water Now the sea 's opprest With flatts The sands assault the Ocean And though strong Auster driue the waues amaine They cannot master these high hills of sand On th' Oceans backe far from all countreys stand Heapes of dry dust not by the Ocean drown'd The wretched sailers though their ships on ground No shores can see Part of the fleete this shallow Detaines the greater part their â—udders follow And safe by flight by skillfull pylots aide Are to Tritomaes standing poole convay'd This poole they say that god esteemeth deare Whose shrill shell trumpet seas and shores doe heare This Pallas loues borne of the braine of Ioue Who first on Libya trode The heart doth proue This land next heauen she standing by the side Her face within the quiet water spy'd And gaue herselfe from the lov'd poole a name Tritonia Heere doth the silent streame Of darke oblivious Lethe gently fall That from hells Lethe takes originall The waking dragons charge is neare to these The once robb'd orchard of th' Hesperides To rob old times of credit the desire Is spite or truth from Poets to require A golden wood there was whose yellow trees Laden with wealthy fruit stood bow'd of these A dragon guardian was which never slept And the bright wood a troope of Virgins kept Hither Alcides comming did surprise The wealth and burden of those laden trees And leaving light their robbed boughs did bring Those glittering apples to th' Argolian King Part of the fleete got off from hence againe And from the Syrâ—es driven did remaine Vnder great Pompey's eldest sonnes command On this side Garamant is in rich land But Catoes vertue brooking no delay Through vnknowne regions lead his troopes away T' encompasse round the Syrts by land for now The stormy seas vnnavigable grow In winter time but stormes desired are To coole the temper of the sweltring aire They feaâ—e no cold in Libya's scorched clime Nor too much heat because in winter time Entring these barren sands thus Cato spake You that haue follow'd me souldiers and make Freedome your only safety settle now Your mindes with constancy to vndergoe Vertues great worke We march ore barren fields Ore Sun-burnt regions where no fountaine yeilds Water enough where Titans heate abounds And killing serpents smeare the parched grounds Hard wayes but whom their falling countrey's cause Through pâ—ths vnknowne and
and not Roman should obey Her prides first spring that impious night had bin That with our chiefes mixt that incestuous queene Who would not pardon Anthonyes mad loue When Caesars flinty breast desires could moue In midst of war when heat of fight rag'd most And in a couâ—t haunted by Pompey's ghost Embrew'd with blood from dire Pharsalias field Could he vnto adultrous Venus yeild And mixe with warlike cares oh shamelesse head A bastard issue and vnlawfull bed Forgetting Pompey to beget a brother To thee faire Iulia on a strumpet mother Suffring the forces of his scattered foes To joyne in Affrike basely he bestowes Time in Aegyptian loue a conquerer Not for himselfe but to bestow on her Whâ—m trusting to her beauty without teares Though gesture sad with loose as if rent haires Drest in a beautious and becomming woe Did Cleopatra meete bespeaking so If mighty Caesar noblenesse there be Aegyptian Lagus royall issued Depos'd and banisht from my fathers state If thy great hand restore my former fate Kneele at thy feet a queene vnto our nation Thou dost appeare a gratious constellation I am not the first woman that hath sway'd The Pharian scepter Aegypt has obay'd A queene not sexe excepted I desire Thee read the will of my deceased Sire Who left me there a partner to enjoy My brothers crowne and marriage bed The boy I know would loue his sister were he free But all his power will and affections be Vnder Photinas girdle To obtaine The crowne I beg not Caesar from this staine Free thou our house command the King to be A King and free from servants tyranny Shall slaues so proud of Pompey's slaughter be Threatning the same which fates avert to thee Caesar 't is shame enough to th' earth and thee His death Photinus gift and guilt should be Her suite in Caesars eares had found small grace But beauty pleades and that incestuous face Prevailes the pleasures of a wanton bed Corrupt the judge The King had purchased His peace with weighty summes of gold which done With sumptuous feasts this glad accord they crowne Her riot forth in highest pompe not yet Transferr'd to Rome did Cleopatra set The house excell'd those temples which men build In wicked'st times the high-arch'd roofes were fill'd With wealth high tresses golden tables bore Nor did carv'd marble only cover ore The house alone th'vnmixt Achates stood And pillars of red marble their feet troad On pauements of rich Onyx pillars there Not coverd with Aegyptian Eben were Eben was timber there and that rich wood Not to adorne but prop the Pallace stood The roomes with Ivory glister'd and each dore Inlay'd with indian shels embellish'd ore With choisest Emeraulds the beds all shone With richest gems and yellow Iasper stone Coverlids rich some purple dy'd in graine Whose tincture was not from one Caldron tane Part woue of glittering gold part scarlet dy As is th'Aegyptian vse of Tapestry The servitours stood by and waiting pages Some different in complexions some in ages Some of blacke Libyan hew some golden haires Thaâ— Caesar yeilds in all his German wars He nere had seene so bright a yellow haire Some stiffe cuâ—l'd loâ—kes on Sun-burnt fore heads weare Besides th' vnhappy strength robb'd company The Eunuch'd youths neere these were standing by Youths of a stronger age yet those so young Scarse any downe darkning their cheekes was sprung Downe sate the Princes and the higher power Caesar her hurtfull face all painted ore Sate Cleopatra not content alone T' enjoy her brothers bed nor Aegypts crowne Laden with pearles the read seas spoyled store On her rich haire and weary'd necke she wore Her snowy breasts their whitenesse did display Thorough the thin Sidonian tiffenay VVrought and extended by the curious hand Of Aegypts workemen Citron tables stand On Ivory tressells such as Caesars eyes Saw not when he King Iuba did surprise O blinde ambitious madnesse to declare Your wealth to him that makes a civill war And tempt an armed guest For though that he Sought not for wealth by waâ—s impiety And the worlds wracke suppose our cheifes of old VVere there compos'd of that poore ages mould Fabriâ—ii Curii graue or that plaine man That Consull from th' Etrurian plowes was tane VVere sitting at those tables whom to Rome VVith such a tryumph he would wish to come In golden plate they fill their feasting bords VVith what the aire the earth or Nile affords VVhat luxury with vaine ambition had Sought through the world and not as hunger bad Beasts foules the gods of Aegypt are devour'd From christall ewers is Niles water powr'd Vpon their hands studded with gemms that shine Their bowles conteine no Mareotike wine But strong and sparkling wines of Meroe To whom few yeeres giue full maturity VVith fragrant Nard and never-fading rose Their heads are crown'd their haire anointed flowes VVith sweetest cinnamon that has not spent His savour in the aire nor lost his sent In forreine climes and fresh Amomum brought From harvests neere at hand there Caesar's taught The riches of the spoiled world to take And is asham'd that he a war did make VVith his poore sonne in law desiring now Some quarâ—ell would twixt him and Aegypt grow VVhen wine and cates had tir'd their glutted pleasure Caesar begins with long discourse to measure The howers of night bespeaking gently thus The linnen vested graue Achoreus Old man devoted to religion And which thine age confirmes despis'd by none Of all the gods to longing eares relate Aegypts originall her site and state VVorship of gods and what doth ere remaine In your old temples character'd explaine The gods that would be knowne to vs vnfold If your forefathers their religion told T' Athenian Plato once when had you ere A guest more worthy or more fit to heare Rumor of Pompey drew our march thus far And fame of you for still in mid'st of war I leasure had of heaven and gods to heare And the stars course nor shall Eudoxus yeare Excell my Consulship But though so much My vertue be my loue of truth be such There 's nought I more desire to know at all Then Niles hid head and strange originall So many years vnknowne grant but to me A certaine hope the head of Nile to see I le leaue off civill war Caesar had done When thus divine Achoreus begun Let it be lawfull Caesar to vnfold Our great forefathers secrets hid of old From the lay people Let who ere suppose It piety to keepe these wonders close I thinke the gods are pleas'd to be made knowne And haue their sacred lawes to people showne Planets which crosse and slacke the tenth sphaeres course Had from the worlds first law their different powers The Sun divides the yeares makes nights and dayes Dimmes other stars with his resplendent rayes And their wilâ—e courses moderates the tides Of Thetis Phabes grouth and waning guides Saturne cold iâ—e and frozen zones obtaines Mars ore the windes and winged lightning reignes
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