more invest Though to his sword they gaue renowne Yet knew hee when to lay it downe Hee Armes beyond the Gowne approu'd Yet na'thlesse Armed peace hee lou'd Hee Armies willingly receaues And all as willingly them leaues A ciuill house from ryot free No fortunes gain'd by briberie With forraine Nations hee had fame Who reu'renced his noble name And in like grace at home hee stood For seruice to his Countries good The constant course of liberty Was subiect to seruility When they receiu'd in Rome againe The Marian and the Syllan traine So seeing Pompey is bereft No shew of freedome now is left Men doe not blush at tyranny No colour now of Empery None weigh the Senates Maiesty O happy Pompey to be dead As soone as thou wert conquered And that the Pharian guilt thee brought That sword which else thou must haue sought If not thou mightst haue liu'd perchance Vnder proud Caesars gouernance To dare to dye is high grace gain'd And next to that to be constrain'd But if that Fortune so betide We must be thralles to tyrants pride Then Fortune grant that Iuba bee Another Ptolomey to mee What need I feare my foe to serue When death can me from that preserue ¶ These words did greater glory raise In all mens eares to Pompeys praise Then if the Theaters had sounded With plaudits ecchos that rebounded Whereby the honor of his end Did to his gentle soule ascend But now the people mutter rumors And fall into discordant humors For warres and Armes they doe detest Since Pompey in his graue did rest And Tarchon then did vndertake Catos new Ensignes to forsake He with the shipping suddenly That vtmost rode away did flye Whom Cato thus did vilefie O greedy Cilix most vntrue Wilt thou the seas go scoure anew Now Pompey is by fortune slaine Must thou turne Pirate once againe Then of them all he takes a view That mutin'd in this rogish crew Mongst whom one lad did courage take And to the chiefetaine boldly spake Cato quoth he discharge vs now Our faith to Pompey we did vow For his sake we did take vp Armes And not for loue of ciuill harmes In his behalfe we did our parts But he is dead that held our hearts He whom the world lou'd more then peace With whom our cause of warre doth cease Permit vs now to leaue to roame To see our houshold Gods at home That we so long time haue forborne And our sweet children thus forlorne For what date shall this warre vs yeeld If that Pharsalias bloody field Nor Pompes death can giue it end Our liues in endlesse toyle we spend Let vs goe quiet to our graue Let age his fitting funerall haue For ciuill warres can scarce affoord A Sepulcher to any Lord. We conquerd men are not to fight Against the great Barbarian might Fortune doth not our state prouoke With Scithian or Armenian yoke I serue a gowned Citizen Vnder his law free Denizen Who Pompey liuing seconded To me is first now Pompeys dead To Pompeys sacred worthy spright I will performe all reuerend right But to his soueraigne power I yeeld That conquerd at Pharsalias field Thou Pompey my sole Captaine wert I followed onely thee in Mart. Now will I follow Destinie And yet to finde prosperity I neither may nor will I hope Since Caesars fortune swayes the scope His conquest quaild Aemathian swords Who to vs captiues helpe affoords He onely in the world subsists That will and may euen as he lists Rue on poore vanquisht men in griefe And vnto wretches yeeld reliefe All hope in ciuiil warre is vaine Since Aegypts sword hath Pompey slaine Who liuing carried vs with loue But if the publique cause do moue Thee Cato and thy Countries stay Let vs these ensignes then obay That Roman Consull doth display So said his ship he doth ascend And swarmes of youths do him attend Thus Romes affaires did seeme to end For all that loued seruile bands Did mutine there vpon the sands When Cato from his sacred breast In these words his free minde exprest ¶ It seemes you then indiffrent were On whether side you Armes did beare You were at first for Pompeys part For Rome you did not wage your mart And so you doe desire it still To haue one Lord to rule at will You did not tyranny oppose You car'd not your free state to lose The Senate you refuse to serue Neither recke you well to deserue Of any side to end this strife But would in Idle spend your life Now safer t is our cause to gaine You basely would the warres refraine And now devoyd of true respect Your owne free neckes to yokes subiect And cannot liue without a King Not now when as a worthier thing Calles men to hazard of the warre Your swords and persons you debar For Roman freedome to be vsd Which Pompey mought perchance refusd And for himselfe your bloods abusd Fortune almost hath tyrants reft Of three Lords now but one is left The Parthian bow and Nylus shore For our free lawes haue done the more Goe you degenerate exceed The Ptolemeian guift and deed Who else will thinke that euer you In these warres did your hands embrue But rather prone to turne your backes And first that fled Emathias wrackes Go safe for you doe well deserue That Caesar should your liues preserue Hee needs must take of you remorse Subdued nor by siege nor force O sercile race vnworthy most Now that you haue one Tirant lost His successor you will accost You should no greater grace aspire Then life and pardon for your hire And Pompeys wofull wife conuay Into your ships beare her away Metellus child a noble pray And liuing sonnes of Pompey breed Striue Egypts present to exceed Then take my head with you likewise So odious to the tyrants eyes He shall no meane reward receaue That Catos head will so bequeaue And know you all t is worth your paine To follow me my head to gaine Proceed you therefore and be bold To purchase grace let blood be sold Barely to run away were base So said his words then tooke such place That all the Pirats in such sort Brought backe the ships into the port From out the Seas as Bees do vse When they the waxen hiue refuse Where they haue made their honny combes And ranging leaue their little homes Not mind full now in swarmes to flie But each one his owne way doth hie Not setled yet to sucke and smell The bitter Thyme they loue so well When suddenly the tingling sounds Of Phrygian kettles them confounds With maze they stop their sudden flight And backe returning all do light Vpon their hiues where with their skill Their flowring labours they distill And combes with blessed honny fill At whose returne the clownish royle Is glad to see them in his soyle And on Hyblean grasse to swarme The treasure of his little farme Euen so did Catos powerfull words
Set all the scornes of fate at nought Me though subdude loue as before Thy glory shall be so much more Now that my honors all are fled And that I am abandoned Of all the Senates sacred troope And of great kings that late did stoope Vnto my hest Now be thou knowne Pompeys deare constant frend alone Too much thou greeuest with Pallid face Since that thy husband is in place Thy sorrow now is at that height As greater cannot vexe thy spright But to bewayle thy Pompey so Should be the last loue thou shouldst show Vnto him dead as yet no harmes Accrewes to thee by ciuil armes Pompey in health doth liue as yet Though fortunes fauours from him flit To that therefore thy loue was bent For which thou mak'st so great lament ¶ VVhen these words in her ears did sound Her faint lims scarse she lifts from ground VVhen as her voyce at last she strains And in this sort her state complains VVould God I had bene destined To Caesars wracke in mariage bed Then had not both my nuptiall ioyes Twice wrongd the world with these annoies Erynnis first in wedlocke state To Crassus did me consecrate And so deuoted to his hands I brought the wracks of Parthian lands Amongst the Roman martiall bands Now ciuill harmes do follow me And thy iust cause the Gods do flee By my default O worthy Pheere My haplesse match thou boughtst too deare Had Fortune power to shew such spight Vpon so great and braue a knight Accursed wretch why did I match My selfe to thee these harmes to hatch Now let me thereof bide the paine VVhich I will take without disdaine And that the seas may be more milde And faith of kings rest vndefilde And all the world to thee stand fast Into these deepes my body cast For would my head were damn'd to die So thou mightst conquest gaine thereby Now Pompey make thy losses knowne And Iulia let thy spight be showne Where so in ciuill camps thou haunt And on my bed thy vengeance vaunt Be present here me to torment Let thy wroth on me wretch be spent Thy Pompey spare so hauing said Her grieued head againe she laid Vpon her husbands wofull brest And in his armes awhile did rest These words causd many a waterie eye Amongst the troops of standers by And Pompeys heart euen duld with cares For second sorrow now prepares Thus Lesbos from his eyes did straine Teares that Pharsalia could not gaine ¶ By this from Mitilen great store Of people came that fill'd the shore And said to Pompey in this wise Great honour must to vs arise For euermore and to our state So to be trusted with the Mate Of noble Pompey as whose thrals We now deuote our eitty wals With sacred vowes and do thee pray That thou one night with vs wouldst stay And vs vouchsafe thy hosts to be Our houshold Gods shall welcome thee O Pompey by this grace of thine Make vs to future ages shine That Roman guests that seeke this shore May for thy sake loue vs the more No cittie in this conquered state Now better sorteth with thy fate All places now in hope may stand For fauour at the victors hand Already we haue run the race That vs hath brought in his disgrace What though our Isle lye in the maine Can Caesars Nauy vs constraine Of Senators the greatest part Some certaine place will hold for Mart. Thou maist againe repaire thy fame In some one coast of noted name The treasures of our Temples hold Our Gods to thee shall giue their gold Our men and ships as thou shalt please Shall be imploy'd by land or seas And Lesbos worth what it can make Vse as thy owne and freely take And lest that Caesar it possesse Take it to thee in thy distresse And this suspect take from our land That haue desir'd it at thy hand That as when thy estate was hye Thou in our faith didst trust affye So now in thy aduersity Seeme not to doubt our loyalty This deere deuotion of their part Did greatly comfort Pompeys heart And vnto him no little ioy To finde such faith in most annoy No land that 's vnder heau'n quoth he Hath deerer been then yours to me And such my trust I did approue With this great pledge of my hearts-hearts-loue For I to Lesbos trusty state Committed my deere spoused mate Here was my sacred mansion And Gods of my deuotion Another Rome to me this was And when my ship to seas did passe To this place first I tooke my flight And on no other shore would light Now since I know that Caesar hath Against this state conceiued wrath Because that during this our strife You safely guarded Pompeys wife Thinke you that I would now refraine To put my trust in you againe As though that now you stood in awe Caesars dislikes on you to draw When as I know that for our sakes Already he as foes you takes No now about the world must I New forces seeke and fortunes try ¶ Alas how happy Lesbos name Will through all Ages flye with fame Whether by thy example led I shall by Kings be succoured Or else that Lesbos hath alone To Pompey so great kindnesse showne For now I haue resolu'd my minde To trye where I may comfort finde And who to me will be vnkinde And if that any Gods there be That the protection takes of me To them my last petitions are That they the peoples hearts prepare As faithfully to me to stand As doe the people of this land That though I now be put to flight Yet for all that in Caesars spight Their gates may be reserued still For me to come and go at will So hauing said euen with that word His wofull wife he takes aboord The Mitelens such mone then make That one would thinke they did forsake Their natiue soyles for on the strands They cry and waile and wring their hands But Pompeys fortune lesse they mournd Then hers that with them had soiourn'd So long in all this ciuill broyle So as the people of this soyle Lamented as if they had lost A Citizen they loued most The Matrons all held her so deere That had she gone vnto her Pheere In happy state with conquest gain'd Yet had they not from teares refrain'd So had she with her kinde respects Oblig'd to her their deere affects Her vertue and her modest grace Her milde aspect and louely face In all their hearts had tane such place For she was of such humble cheere Though wife to such a mighty Peere That she to them gaue no dislike But liued as a guest full meeke As though that she for succour came And not as noble Pompeys Dame Left there when he his fortunes ioy'd But as the wife of one destroy'd ¶ Tytan began now to decline So as one halfe of his bright shine Was hid from vs within the seas The other halfe
more he said but did preuent His foes ere they the hilles had hent Then there a sunder they did pitch Their Tents fenc't with a little ditch From whence each other did descry VVith ease how they incamped lye Then they began to know each other Father the sonne brother the brother Their ciuill mallice waxed cold Yet for a while from speech they hold Onely with swords they beckning make And so their first acquaintance take At last vnto such tearmes they fall That loue suppresseth raging brawle For then the Souldiers vndertooke Into each others campe to looke And with free hearts and dreadlesse face VVith friendly armes their guests embrace This man his host calles by his name Others to kinsfolkes doe the same Another he espies his mate That was his schoole-fellow but late No Roman was on either side But he some old acquaintance spy'd Their Armes were all with teares besprent Their kisses do in soâ—â—…es lament And though no bloud were drawne at all Yet did they feare what might befall Alas why vexe you so your breast What need you waile this mad vnrest These needlesse teares were banisht quite If you consider but a right That you your selues nurse this despight Do you so much the mischiefe feare That your owne humors bred and reare Why let the Trumpet sound his fill Regard it not but keepe you still And though the Ensignes flye at large From ciuill brawles your Armes discharge So shall you end Erinnys date And Caesar then in priuate state Shall cease his son-in-law to hate ¶ O Concord with eternall grace That sweetly do'st all things embrace Within this mixed massie spheare Worlds sacred loue be present heere For now in danger stands our age To be distrest with future rage Warres mischiefes secretly deuisd Is now discouer'd and despisd The mis-led people see with shame What is the cause of all their blame Each friend doth know his friend by name But ah dire Fates that do aduance With a sinister ordinance The bloudy strife that shall encrease For this small time of pleasing peace Truce now in both the Campes did swarme With visitations free from harme Vpon the greene turfe is their seat Where they together friendly eate And Bacchus liquor doth abound Huge fires they kindle on the ground Together they do Cabbins make But all the night no sleepe doe take The tales they tell keepe them awake One telles how he the trench defends Another how his pile he bends With strength that from his arme he sends And whilst that some thus brags and boasts What they haue done in sundry coasts Others againe will giue a glance And say that this fell out by chance Yet they poore soules doe finde content That with such faith the time is spent But ah this new contracted loue Must greater future mallice proue For when Petreius heard report How both the Campes in friendly sort With mutuall loue each other greets And in such kindnesse daily meets He then imployes some trusty bands Who with their armed wicked hands Do fall on the vnarmed foe And ore the trenches them do throw Then their embracements and kinde words They separate with bloody swords So in a sauadge brainsick mood He washt away this peace with blood ¶ Then he enrag'd with words of ire New fewell addes vnto old fire O Souldiers that with base neglect Do thus your Countries cause reiect And with a loose forgetfull minde To your owne Ensignes are vnkinde By this meanes you can neuer showe The faith that you the Senate owe. Can this league that you haue renewd Witnesse that Caesar is subdu'd By you and can it be maintain'd Your countries freedome thus is gain'd Beleeue me now you rather goe The way your selues to ouer-throw Will you become proud Caesars slaue Whilst in your hands you weapons haue And whil'st the Victors happy state Depends vpon a doubtfull fate And whilst your sturdy limbes and vaines Not soak't with wounds fresh blood retains Will you as men that ill deserue Vnder condemned Ensignes serue Must Caesar without more adoe Now needs be su'd and sought vnto That he would you vouchsafe the grace To serue in some inferior place And must we that command in chiefe Of Caesar seeke our liues reliefe Oh no that scorne we much disdaine Treason shall not our safety gaine No wicked price can vs retaine This ciuill warre we doe not wage To saue our liues from furies rage Our liberties and Countries cause Vs willingly to dangers drawes What need we deepe mines vndertake For Steele and Iron Armes to make Or why should we our Citties wall And raise huge Ramparts therewithall What need such troopes of Coursers braue As in our Campes we daily haue Or to what vse should we maintaine Such towring Gallions on the maine If we be willing to release Our liberties to gaine a peace A wicked oath our foes doth binde To sue these warres with constant minde And can you with your faiths dispence That is engag'd with iust pretence Need you from guilt to be acquite Because you for your Countrey fight O shamefull and vnmanly act That would such heynous leagues contract Pompey that art estrang'd by Fate From knowledge of the Cities state And Armies dost prepare for warre With aids from Kings remote so farre Perhaps thou buildst vpon our trust Ready to aid thy quarrell iust Thus said againe he sets on fire Their mindes with wicked warres desire ¶ Like as the cruell sauadge beast That long from forrest prey hath ceast Shut vp within a closed cage More mildly bred dis-vsd from rage At length his nature being tam'd To humane bent is brought and fram'd If he againe but taste the smacke Of blood that he so long did lacke And therewith warme his rauening Iawes Will then with furious ramping pawes Thirsty of bloud expose his power His fearefull keeper to deuoure So to all villany they goe And monstrous treachery they show The which vile fact they cloake with night Blinde Fortunes deed and Fates despight For now behold 'twixt bed and boord They brutishly doe bathe the sword VVithin their breasts whom they before VVith deere embracements did deplore And though at first they moaning yearne So to employ their weapons sterne The thirsty sword that peace withstands Offers it selfe into their hands Yet whilst they kill they loath the fact Their faint blowes shew their minds distract But now the Campe is raging hot All faith is brutishly forgot Their rauening hands with blood they glut The sonnes their fathers throats do cut Yet that the Souldiers may be freed As guiltlesse of this heynous deed Before their two great Captaines eyes They did shew forth this bloody prize VVhich sight did them with ioy surprize ¶ But Caesar though thy gallant bands Be thus despoil'd with treacherous hands Yet thou the Gods dost still regard And didst not such reuenge award Vpon thy foes when thou didst stand Triumphant in Pharsalia land
thou ken thy fortunes scope Fly warres and in the Gods haue hope None now that Armes doe vndertake Will spend their liues for Pompeys sake Whether it be of Affricke soyle The lamentable bloody broyle Or Munda's battaile stain'd with gore Or slaughters on Aegyptian shore Yet after thee there will remaine A great part of Thessalian traine And Pompey will not haue his name So popular with worldly fame As for thy sake like warres to wage But from hence forth in euery age The faction of the warre will be Twixt Caesars state and libertie And though that thou the warres dost flee The Senate to the death will fight To hold their owne and freedomes right ¶ Canst thou in this finde no reliefe That thus repulst thou shunst the griefe To see the slaughtred heapes that lye Looke backe againe and cast thine eye Vpon the riuers crimson staine Clotted with gore of bodies slaine Be-pitty then proud Caesars vaine Thinke what remorse will straine his breast When he shall enter Rome opprest With griefe for her deare people lost Gain'd to Pharsalia at her cost When thou therefore thy selfe shalt see Banisht in forraigne Realmes to bee What euer fortunes thou shalt finde Endure it with a manly minde And whatsoeuer misery Vnder the Pharian tyranny Shall thee befall with patience dure And in the Gods thy hopes assure And as the Fates affoord their grace Beare with the changes of times space The conquest would haue harm'd the more Do not therefore thy hap deplore Forbid the people to lament All teares and lamentations stent The world will Pompey as much good In his low ebbe as in his flood O doe not now with lookes deiected Behold those Kings thou hast subiected Suruey the Citties wonne by thee And kingdomes that thou gau'st in fee. Aegypt and Lybia thou maist trye Chuse out the land where thou wouldst dye ¶ Larissas Citty was the place That first beheld thy noble face After this foyle by Fortunes scorne Yet saw thee not as one forlorne Her Citizens and chiefe estates With all their force passe through their gates To meet thee as thy loyall frends And wayling many presents sends Their houses and their Temples vast They did set open as he past And wish't that they had partners beene With him in all his bloody teene So as a great deale yet remain'd Of that great name he earst retain'd Though lesse now then thy selfe alone Thy power may once againe be showne And Nations with thee led from farre So to restore thy state by warre But oh quoth he what should a man Whom Fates from victory do ban The aid of men or Townes receaue Vnto the Conquerour bequeaue Your faiths and to his fauours cleaue ¶ But Caesar thou dost ouer-stride And march as yet on euery side Vpon the bowels and the breasts As they in heaped slaughters rests Of thine owne Countries wofull fall Thy son-in-law now quits thee all Away the Courser Pompey beares Follow'd with many sighes and teares And on the cruell Destinies The people powre out cursed cries Now Pompey dost thou truly finde The faith that thy deserts did binde For now the fruits thereof they show Prosperity no loue can know ¶ When Caesar saw of Latium gore The fields did flote with ample store He bids them now forbeare their swords And to poore soules he grace affoords For all was subiect to their hands T was vaine to kill those hope-lost bands That for their liues at mercy stands But lest the standing Campe might be A safe retrait to those that flee And to enioy the quiet night VVithout alarmes or new affright He meant to vndertake the venter On Pompeys Campe and it to enter VVhilst fortune now was hot in blood And all in maze and terror stood Not doubting but his men were prest Herein to yeeld vnto his hest Although that they were all growne faint VVith long fight and with heate attaint But souldiers small perswasions need To lead them to receiue their meed Or to prepare them to a pray Yet Caesar thus to them did say Souldiers quoth he your valiant proes Hath wonne full conquest on your foes And for the blood drawne from your vains Rewards and Honors now remaines VVhich to performe I hold my part Yet that which due is to desart I will not tearme a gift to bee Each one shall giue himselfe his fee. Behold the Tents before your eyes Where gold and siluer heaped lies Here is lockt vp in many a Chest The treasure taken from the west The pretious Easterne Implements Doth stuffe and cloy their glorious Tents The Fortunes that are gotten hither Of Pompey and of Kings together Doe but attend to be a pray Vnto the victor haste your way To come before them to the place Whom now you following haue in chase He said no more but their desire Whom greedy gaine had set on fire Did head-long driue them without feare Thorow the swords their way to teare And on their fathers bones to tread Spurning the Captaines that lay dead What Ditch or Rampart could suffise To hold them out whom such a prize And booty of the warre inuites They now wold know to ease their sprights The gaines of all their bloody fights ¶ And here lay lodg'd to maintain mart Many great treasures set a part Heap't vp together in a whoord Spoyles that the whole world did affoord Yet for all this they could not finde Sufficient to content their minde What gold is found in Ibers sands Or Tagus casts vpon her strands Or all those heapes of pretious graines Dig'd out of Arimaspus vaines Is made their spoyle and yet they thought It not enough but deerely bought For now their conquering hopes deuoures The spoyle of the Tarpeian Towers And promise to themselues a day That Rome and all shall be their pray But yet therein they are deceiu'd The Tents are to their spoyle bequeau'd The wicked souldiers and base Slowches Do sleepe on the Patrician Couches The Kings pauillions and their beds Are roomes for slaues to lay their heads Their brothers Cabins some invested Some where their fathers lately rested Their slaughtring bloody members nested And those whom rauing slumbers haunts And frightfull dreames in sleeping daunts Doe tosse in their afflicted sprights The cruell late Pharsalian fights Their bloody facts possesse their eyes The rage of Armes their mindes agrise And without swords about them goes Their hands as they were dealing blowes ¶ A man would thinke the very fields And balefull lands those visions yeelds And that some apparitions strange Of ghosts that putred aire did range And that by night the fearfull shapes Of Stygian sprights their sences rapes This victory with heauy straines Requites the victors worthlesse paines Hissing of Serpents in their dreames And firie flames cast forth huge streames Slaine Citizens to them appeare And each one hath his priuate feare One sees in sleepe an old mans face And other lusty youths in place One doth his brothers
Parths his force employ That nation of the world alone I could be glad were ouerthrowne By Caesars armes and that for it He might in triumphs charret sit Thinke that ere thou with sucst an host Couldst passe Araxes frozen cost Old Crassus shade with heauy cheare Stitcht full of darts would first appeare Before thy face and thus would speake O thou that shouldst due vengeance wreake For this huge slaughter on vs made Thou whom we did our hopes perswade Wouldst giue our naked bones a graue That now in mould no rest can haue Camst thou a league and peace to craue Then will those slaughters memories Present themselues before thine eyes When on the walls with stakes yborne Those heads thou seest set vp in scorne And Euphrates that did confound So many Lords in her streames drownd And Tygris that our bodies slaine Did vnder earth a time retaine And then disgorged them againe If with thy mind thou canst dispense To passe by these without offence As well maist thou ô Pompey yeeld Thy selfe vnto Pharsalias field Where Caesar sitting Conquerour Thou mercy maist of him emplore But better weigh our Roman cause If thou dost feare those Tyrants paws That in the South haue residence And Iubas faithlesse insolence Let Pharus King of vs be prayd And Lagus Realme to yeeld vs ayd The Lybicke Syrts do safely bound Vpon this side Aegyptian ground And Nylus from all forreine foes With his seuen heads doth it inclose On tother side and t is a land That of it selfe can liue and stand Contentedly and needs not craue Her neighbors helpe nor showres to haue Nylus doth so her pastures laue Whose scepter Ptolemie a boy And regall crowne doth now enioy Besides to Pompey he doth rest Oblig'd and by his sires bequest Thy pupill is then who would feare A name that doth bâ—â— shadow beares His age as yet from guile is free Such faith you could not looke to see Such lawes or such integrities Nor seruice to the Deities In that kings court that raigned last Long rule all right doth ouercast Vnder a king that newly raignes All things are milde noe force constraines No more he sayd this swaid their mind What libertie last hopes do finde To Pompeys censure none enclinde ¶ Then they Cilician coasts forsake And saile for Cyprus Isle doe make Where Venus mindfull of that place In Paphos for the Ilands grace Her Altars keepes whence spring her race If we may thinke that on the earth The heauenly powers may take their birth Or that the Gods as some do raue Like humane wights beginnings haue When Pompey from this harbour wends About the Cyprian cliffes he trends And Southward doth his way direct But with contrary tides was checkt That do alongst those channels sweepe Neither doth he a straight course keepe Towards mount Cassium by the light That Pharus tower sets out at night But fell with Aegypts lowest shore Scarce stemming tides with sayle and oare And hardly thither got withall Where Nylus parted greatest fall With her seuenth streame and mighty sway Doth fall into Pelusium bay It was the season and the time When Libra being in her prime Indifferently the ballance swayes With equall lengths of nights and daies And Autums solstice now requits By lengthning her ensuing nights The houres that were tane away By springs solstice increasing day Now when that Pompey had descride That Egypts king did then reside Neare Cassius mount he tacks about Seeking a way to find him out For yet did neither daylight faile Nor had the ship yet stroken saile ¶ Forthwith the horse scouts that did stand For Centinels alongst the land Alarums gaue to all the shores And sild the court with great vprores The sudden comming of this man For Counsell small time gaue them than Yet all the vipers of that Court To consultation did resort Amongst the rest of all which Peeres One Achoreus full of yeeres A reuerent sire whom schooling age More modest made and free from rage He was a natiue of that soyle That flowing Nylus doth entoyle In Memphis he receiu'd his lore That doth vaine Rites so much adore VVhere hee had long time exercis'd As Priest the lawes they had deuis'd In honour of that horned beast VVhich they with deity inuest To whom for name they Apis giue Many of which hee did out-liue This Achoreus counsell gaue That faith and merite ought to haue A great respect vnto it borne And that they ought not hold in scorne The plighted league and vowes of loue That this Kings father did approue And vnto Pompey still profest By whom his kingdome he possest For what quoth he can mortals bind To friendship in a higher kind If kings and states no faith maintaine How shall the vulgar truth retaine When they by higher powers are taught All loyall trust to set at naught Why do all kings their subiects sweare Fidelitie to them to beare If that the kings owne actions teach Of vowes and leagues to make a breach When due respects failes in the head How will the members be misled We see that all the world is bent To seeke the way that Princes went All kings by Ceremonies stand By lawes they rule with powerfull hand But if those lawes they vioalate They weaken then their owne estate For where we setled order swayes Who there can rule or who obayes Where Iustice force doth strike no stroke It there dissolues subiections yoake When kings themselues lawlesse grow They hazard then to ouerthrow Their owne estate and teach that mind That is ambitiously enclind How to aspire by fraud or might To reaue away their soueraignes right He that no good deserts obserues The like at others hands deserues Thy father did by Pompeys grace Of Soueraigntie obtaine this place And so thy selfe enioyes this land VVhich he receiu'd at Pompeys hand For it he dy'd in Pompeys debt VVhich fauour thou maist not forget For thereby shall the Romane state Esteeme thee but a Prince ingrate And Caesars selfe condemne thy mind As most disloyall and vnkind And thinke how much thou wouldst him scorne If he in like state were forlorne And forc'd thy royall aid to craue Of whom a friend no helpe could haue In his braue mind he will thee deeme A Prince of worth and more esteeme For fauouring Pompey in distresse That at thy hands deserues no lesse Then now to vse him with disdaine In hope thereby Caesar to gaine A foe that man will dignifie That helps his friend in miserie Though treasons act secure his state Yet Caesar will the traytor hate And thinke that thou to none dost beare Good will but such as grows by feare And therefore will the Roman state Deeme that thou didst both parties hate But do not enuy'd courses proue Thy greatnes rather ground on loue With kings the noble Lyons port Then Foxes wiles doth better sort Pompey againe his head may raise
flight by Caesar The vantguard of the army in a rout The maine battell resists awhile Caesar whets on his souldiers Why Caesar would haue his Souldiers aime at the Senate Alluding to the sword that after slue Caesar Because that the fields of Philippi are in Thessaly The maine battaile lost Caesar insulteth ouer Domitius at the poynt of death Domitius last words to Caesar Pompeys praier to the Gods Pompeys flight They are more vnhappy that offer an iniury albeit with successe then those that repell an iniury although with losse of their blood The Larissans loue to Pompey Caesar entreth Pompeys campe All the rich spoyles that Caesars Souldiers found in Pompeys camp could not content their greedy minds Terrible dreames affright Caesars souldiers in their sleepe Caesars feareful apparitions in his dreames An inuectiue against Caesar for not allowing Pompeys slaine souldiers a funerall fire Hanniball buried Marcellus his enemy with great magnificence Lucans opinion of the last dissolution of the world Pompeys fears and suspitions in his flights The iealously of feare Pompey affects a retired life hating all popularitie The remembrance of former felicities is grieuous in aduersitie No man happy but in his end Peneius riuer that runs betweene Olympus and Ossa Pompey embarks himselfe for the Isle of Lesbos Cornelias care of Pompeys Pompey after the ouerthrow arriues at Lesbos where Cornelia was Cornelia fals into a swoone with sorrow Pompey comforts Cornelia with a braue speech Meaning for the losse of his glory Cornelia replies to Pōpey This was Crassus sonne a braue yong nobleman slaine in the Parthian wars with his father the rich Crassus a Roman Senatour Iulia the daughter of Caesar Pompeys late wife The oration of the citizens of Mitilen to Pompey The Mitelens hopelesse of Caesars fauour Mitelen wholly deuotes it self to Pompey Pompeys answere to the Mitelens The confidēce that Pompey had in the Mitelens Pompey acknowledgeth the Mittilens to be in Caesars disgrace for his sake Lesbos famous for faith to Pompey Pompeys request to the Gods The griefe of the Mittilens for Cornelias departure The loue and honour that the Mitelens bare to Cornelia for her sweet behauiour Cares impediments to quiet sleepe Pompey conferres with his Pilot about his course The Pilots answere to Pompey The Pilots obseruations Prmpey directs his Pilot what coasts to shun Vpon the construction of this Simile all the Commentators do vary are doubtfull The Easterne Princes stand firme to Pompey in his distresse Pompeys words to king Deiotarus Pompeys fauor to the Parthians Pompey for reuenge would ioyne with the Parthes the most inueterate enemies of the Romans state Pompeys nauigation his wife beeing with him Phaselis a little Iland in the Mediterane The Senators escaped from the battaile come to Pompey Pompeys oration to the Roman Lords that escaped from the battaile Pompey desires them to giue their opinions for aids to bee sought Pompey sets down his conceit for succours Meaning king Iuba Crassus extols the Parthian forces The Parths enemies to the Romans Pompey scorns to seeke to those Nations that he hath triumphed ouer Pompey famous in the East parts of the world A reason why to take aid of the Parthes A braue oration of the Consull Lentulus in answere of Pompey Lentulus reprooues Pompeys humour to the Parths Abase reproch to Pompey The vnlikelihood of Parthian aides The nature manner of Parthias fight The Parths no souldiers disciplined The sword the chiefe weapon of all armes The luxury impudent venery of the Parths He speakes of Cornelias danger and dishonour to liue amongst the Parthes concubines This ciuill wars did hinder the reuenge of Crassus and his army lost A braue speech Lentulus respects the honor of Rome more then his mallice to Caesar A supposition of that Crassus ghost should say to Caesar A tant to Pompey Lentulus allowes that succours may be sought of Ptolomey Ptolomey a ward to Pompey He meanes that the old king was fuller of wiles and impieties Ciprus Venus Iland Pharos a tower where a great lanthorne was set to direct ships by night on those costs The scouts on the coast discouer Pompeys ships The Aegyptians go to coūsell Apis was a Bull that the Memphites honored as a God whō they suffered to liue but some few yeares then tooke another in his place Some name him Osyris Here it seems the Authour was defectiue by iniury of time and Achoreus speech lost which the translator supplied as pertinent Order and iustice the support of regall power Pompey established Ptolomeys father in the kingdome Ptolomy wold haue done as much by Caesar if he had bene in his mercie Ptolomey at the first aided Pompey against Caesar Marius banisht recouered his honor againe in the Roman state Kings in honor ought to releeue distressed Princes for that it may be their owne ease Rome euer an enemy to Monarchy Ingratitude reproued Young yeares are apt to be distalned with ill manners euer to retain the tast therof He disswades the king from vsing any violence to Pompey by the example of Busuris king of Egypt That it behooues Princes to loue eye to the future as well as to the present Giue no aduantage to a foe nor offēce to a true frend Photinus wicked oration Machiauels Maister Truth profit repugnant A perswasion to cruelty Meaning Cleopatra then in disgrace with her brother He inuighes against Pompey He speakes as indifferent not caring if both parties were ruined An argument against the aiding of Pompey and wisely to consider their owne estate The humor of true worldlings Euill counsell soone folowed The people about Nylus tēder and not martiall How disgracefull it was to Rome to haue her Peeres slaine by her tributary princes He reproues yong Ptolomy for this treachery Pompey prepares to goe a land in Aegypt The pretēded shew of loue from the Aegyptian king to Pompey A slight vsed to draw Pompey into their skiffe Destinie ineuitable Pompeys frends aledged a reason of suspition Cornelia distasteth Pompeys aduenture Pompeys perswasion to his wife sonne Cornelias words of impatience to Pompey The counsaile of Pompeys friends for his landing Septimius a Roman souldier that serued Ptolomy described Pompey couers his face with his cloke when hee saw the traytors presse vpon him Pompeys resolution Achillas and Septimius doe murder Pompey The Authors bitternesse in taxing Caesar Cornelias complaint for the murdering of Pompey A bitter interrogation Cornelia desires to dye Pompeys sweet aspect after he was slaine and lay dead Septimius vncouers Pompeys face after he was slaine and hackes off his head Achillas vseth Septimius basely and takes the head from him Ptolomy viewes Pompeys head holding it by the haire Pompeys head borne on a stake by the Aegyptians Pompeys head embalmed preserued to be presented Caesar Meaning Cleopatra Queene of Aegypt after Ptolomy her brother He inueighs against Ptolomy for not bringing Pompeys body Pompey neuer vnfortunate but now at his last after the battaile of