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<DIV1 TYPE="title page">
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<P><HI>LVCANS</HI> FIRST BOOKE TRANSLATED LINE FOR LINE, BY CHR. MARLOVV.</P>
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<P><HI>AT LONDON,</HI> Printed by P. Short, and are to be &s;old by Walter Burre at the Signe of the Flower de Luce in Paules Churchyard, 1600.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
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<HEAD>TO HIS KIND, AND TRVE FRIEND: EDWARD BLVNT.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>_BLount:</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>I purpo&s;e to be blu~t with you, &amp; out of my dulne&s;&s;e to encounter you with a <HI>Dedication</HI> in the memory of that pure Elementall wit <HI>Chr. Mar|low;</HI> who&s;e ghoa&s;t or <HI>Genius</HI> is to be &s;eene walke the <HI>Churchyard</HI> in (at the lea&s;t) three or foure &s;heets. Me thinks you &s;hould pre|&s;ently looke wilde now, and growe humorou&s;ly frantique vpon the ta&s;t of it. Well, lea&s;t you &s;hould, let mee tell you. This &s;pirit was &s;ometime a familiar of your own, <HI>Lucans fir&s;t booke tran&s;lated;</HI> which (in regard of your old right in it) J haue rais'd in the circle of your Patronage. But &s;tay now <HI>Edward</HI> (if J mi&s;take not) you are to accommo|date your &s;elfe with &s;ome fewe in&s;tructions, touching the property of a Patron, that you are not yet po&s;&s;e&s;t of; and to &s;tudy them for your better grace as our Gallants do fa|&s;hions. Fir&s;t you mu&s;t be proud and thinke you haue merit inough in you, though you are ne're &s;o emptie; then when I bring you the booke take phy&s;icke, and keepe &s;tate, a&s;signe me a time by your man to come againe, and afore the day be &s;ure to haue chang'd your lodging; in the meane time &s;leepe little, and &s;weat with the inuention of &s;ome pittiful dry ie&s;t or two which you may happen to vtter, with &s;ome litle (or not at al) marking of your friends when you haue found a place for them to come in at: or if by chance &s;ome|thing has dropt from you worth the taking vp weary all
<PB REF="3" MS="y">that come to you with the often repetition of it; Cen&s;ure &s;cornefully inough, and &s;omewhat like a trauailer; com|mend nothing lea&s;t you di&s;credit your (that which you would &s;eeme to haue) iudgement. The&s;e things if you can mould your &s;elfe to them <HI>Ned</HI> I make no que&s;tion but they will not become you. One &s;peciall vertue in our Patrons of the&s;e daies J haue promi&s;t my &s;elfe you &s;hall fit excel|lently, which is to giue nothing; Yes, thy loue J will chal|lenge as my peculiar Obiect both in this, and (J hope) ma|nie more &s;ucceeding offices: Farewell, J affect not the world &s;hould mea&s;ure my thoughts to thee by a &s;cale of this Nature: Leaue to thinke good of me when J fall from thee.</P>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Thine in all rites of perfect friend&s;hip, THOM. THORPE.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<DIV1 N="1" TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="3">
<HEAD>THE FIRST BOOKE OF LVCAN TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WARS wor&s;e then ciuill on <HI>The&s;salian</HI> playnes,</L>
<L>And outrage &s;trangling law &amp; people &s;trong,</L>
<L>We &s;ing, who&s;e conquering &s;words their own brea&s;ts lau~cht</L>
<L>Armies alied, the kingdoms league vprooted</L>
<L>Th'affrighted worlds force: bent on publique &s;poile,</L>
<L>Trumpets, and drums like deadly threatning other,</L>
<L>Eagles alike di&s;plaide, darts an&s;wering darts.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Romans, what madnes, what huge lu&s;t of warre</L>
<L>Hath made <HI>Barbarians</HI> drunke with <HI>latin</HI> bloud?</L>
<L>Now Babilon, (proud through our &s;poile) &s;hould &s;toop</L>
<L>While &s;laughtred <HI>Cra&s;&s;us</HI> gho&s;t walks vnreueng'd.</L>
<L>Will ye wadge war, for which you &s;hall not triumph?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ay me, O what a world of land and &s;ea,</L>
<L>Might they haue won whom ciuil broiles haue &s;laine,</L>
<L>As far as <HI>Titan</HI> &s;prings where night dims heauen,</L>
<L>I to the <HI>Torrid Zone</HI> vvhere midday burnes,</L>
<L>And vvhere &s;tiffe vvinter vvhom no &s;pring re&s;olues,</L>
<L>Fetters the Euxin &s;ea, vvith chaines of yee:</L>
<L><HI>Scythia</HI> and vvilde <HI>Armenia</HI> had bin yoakt,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And they of <HI>Nilus</HI> mouth (if there liue any.)</L>
<L>Roome if thou take delight in impious vvarre,</L>
<L>Fir&s;t conquer all the earth, then turne thy force</L>
<L>Again&s;t thy &s;elfe: as yet thou vvants not foes,</L>
</LG>
<PB REF="4">
<LG>
<L>That now the walles of hou&s;es halfe reaer'd totter,</L>
<L>That rampiers fallen down, huge heapes of &s;tone</L>
<L>Lye in our townes, that hou&s;es are abandon'd,</L>
<L>And few liue that behold their ancient &s;eats;</L>
<L><HI>Jtaly</HI> many yeares hath lyen vntil'd,</L>
<L>And choakt with thorns, that greedy earth wa~ts hinds</L>
<L>Fierce <HI>Pirhus,</HI> neither thou nor <HI>Hanniball</HI></L>
<L>Art cau&s;e, no forraine foe could &s;o afflict vs,</L>
<L>The&s;e plagues ari&s;e from wreake of ciuill power.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if for <HI>Nero</HI> (then vnborne) the fates</L>
<L>Would find no other meanes, (and gods not &s;leightly</L>
<L>Purcha&s;e immortal thrones; nor <HI>Joue</HI> ioide heauen</L>
<L>Vntill the cruel Giants war was done.)</L>
<L>We plaine not heauens, but gladly beare the&s;e euils</L>
<L>For <HI>Neros</HI> &s;ake: <HI>Phar&s;alia</HI> grone with &s;laughter;</L>
<L>And <HI>Carthage</HI> &s;oules be glutted with our blouds;</L>
<L>At <HI>Munda</HI> let the dreadfull battailes ioyne;</L>
<L>Adde <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI> to the&s;e ills <HI>Peru&s;ian</HI> famine;</L>
<L>The <HI>Mutin</HI> toyles; the fleet at <HI>Leuca</HI> &s;uncke;</L>
<L>And cruel field, nere burning <HI>Aetna</HI> fought:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet Room is much bound to the&s;e ciuil armes,</L>
<L>Which made thee Emperor, thee (&s;eeing thou being old</L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;hine a &s;tar) &s;hal heauen (whom thou loue&s;t,)</L>
<L>Receiue with &s;houts; where thou wilt raigne as King,</L>
<L>Or mount the &s;unnes flame bearing charriot,</L>
<L>And with bright re&s;tles fire compa&s;&s;e the earth,</L>
<L>Vndaunted though her former guide be chang'd,</L>
<L><HI>Nature,</HI> and euery power &s;hal giue thee place,</L>
<L>What God it plea&s;e thee be, or where to &s;way:</L>
</LG>
<PB REF="4">
<LG>
<L>But neither chu&s;e the north t'erect thy &s;eat;</L>
<L>Nor yet the aduer&s;e reking &s;outherne pole,</L>
<L>Whence thou &s;hould&s;t view thy Roome with &s;quinting beams</L>
<L>If any one part of va&s;t heauen thou &s;waye&s;t</L>
<L>The burdened axes with thy force will bend;</L>
<L>The mid&s;t is be&s;t; that place is pure, and bright,</L>
<L>Their <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> may'&s;t thou &s;hine and no cloud dim thee;</L>
<L>Then men from war&s;hal bide in league, and ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Peace through the world from <HI>Janus Phane</HI> &s;hal flie,</L>
<L>And boult the brazen gates with barres of Iron.</L>
<L>Thou <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> at this in&s;tant art my God,</L>
<L>Thee if I inuocate, I &s;hall not need</L>
<L>To craue <HI>Appolles</HI> ayde, or <HI>Bacchus</HI> helpe;</L>
<L>Thy power in&s;pires the <HI>Muze</HI> that &s;ings this war.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The cau&s;es fir&s;t, I purpo&s;e to vnfould</L>
<L>Of the&s;e garboiles, whence &s;prings along di&s;cour&s;e,</L>
<L>And what made madding people &s;hake off peace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The fates are enuious, high &s;eats quickly peri&s;h,</L>
<L>Vnder great burdens fals are euer greeuous;</L>
<L>Roome was &s;o great it could not beare it &s;elfe:</L>
<L>So when this worlds compounded vnion breakes,</L>
<L>Time ends and to old <HI>Chaos</HI> all things turne;</L>
<L>Confu&s;ed &s;tars &s;hal meete, cele&s;tiall fire</L>
<L>Fleete on the flouds, the earth &s;houlder the &s;ea,</L>
<L>Affording it no &s;hoare, and <HI>Phoebe's</HI> waine,</L>
<L>Chace <HI>Phoebus</HI> and inrag'd affect his place,</L>
<L>And &s;tri&ugrave;e to &s;hine by day, and ful of &s;trife</L>
<L>Di&s;olue the engins of the broken world.</L>
</LG>
<PB REF="5">
<LG>
<L>All great things cru&s;h them&s;elues, &s;uch end the gods,</L>
<L>Allot the height of honor, men &s;o &s;trong.</L>
<L>By land, and &s;ea, no forreine force could ruine:</L>
<L>O Roome thy &s;elfe art cau&s;e of all the&s;e euils,</L>
<L>Thy &s;elfe thus &s;hiuered out to three mens &s;hares,</L>
<L>Dire league of partners in a kingdome la&s;t not.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O faintly ioyn'd friends with ambition blind,</L>
<L>Why ioine you force to &s;hare the world betwixt you?</L>
<L>While th'earth, the &s;ea, and ayre, the earth &s;u&s;taines;</L>
<L>While <HI>Titan</HI> &s;triues again&s;t the worlds &s;wift cour&s;e;</L>
<L>Or <HI>Cynthia</HI> nights Queene waights vpon the day;</L>
<L>Shall neuer faith be found in fellow kings.</L>
<L>Dominion cannot &s;uffer partner&s;hip;</L>
<L>This need no forraine proofe, nor far fet &s;tory:</L>
<L>Roomes infant walles were &s;teept in brothers bloud;</L>
<L>Nor then was land, or &s;ea, to breed &s;uch hate,</L>
<L>A towne with one poore church &s;et them at oddes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ars,</HI> and <HI>Pompeys</HI> iarring loue &s;oone ended,</L>
<L>T'was peace again&s;t their wils, betwixt them both</L>
<L>Stept <HI>Cra&s;&s;us</HI> in, euen as the &s;lender <HI>J&s;thmos,</HI></L>
<L>Betwixt the <HI>Aegean</HI> and the <HI>Ionian</HI> &s;ea,</L>
<L>Keepes each from other, but being worne away</L>
<L>They both bur&s;t out, and each incounter other:</L>
<L>So when as <HI>Cra&s;&s;us</HI> wretched death who &s;tayd them,</L>
<L>Had fild <HI>A&s;&s;irian Carras</HI> wals with bloud,</L>
<L>His lo&s;&s;e made way for Roman outrages.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Parthians</HI> y'afflict vs more then ye &s;uppo&s;e,</L>
<L>Being conquered, we are plaugde with ciuil war,</L>
<PB REF="5">
<L>Swords &s;hare our Empire, fortune that made Roome</L>
<L>Gouerne the earth, the &s;ea, the world it &s;elfe</L>
<L>Would not admit two Lords: for <HI>Julia</HI></L>
<L>Snatcht hence by cruel fates with ominous howles,</L>
<L>Bare downe to hell her &s;onne the pledge of peace,</L>
<L>And all bands of that death pre&s;aging aliance.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Iulia,</HI> had heauen giuen thee longer life</L>
<L>Thou had&s;t re&s;trainde thy head&s;trong husbands rage,</L>
<L>Yea and thy father to, and &s;words thrown down.</L>
<L>Made all &s;hake hands as once the <HI>Sabines</HI> did;</L>
<L>Thy death broake amity and trainde to war,</L>
<L>The&s;e Captaines emulous of each others glory.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou feard'&s;t (great <HI>Pompey</HI> that late deeds would dim)</L>
<L>Olde triumphs, and that <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> conquering France,</L>
<L>Would da&s;h the wreath thou wear&s;t for Pirats wracke</L>
<L>Thee wars v&s;e &s;tirde, and thoughts that alwaies &s;corn'd</L>
<L>A &s;econd place; <HI>Pompey</HI> could bide no equall,</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> no &s;uperior, which of both</L>
<L>Had iu&s;te&s;t cau&s;e vnlawful tis to iudge:</L>
<L>Each &s;ide had great partakers; <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> cau&s;e,</L>
<L>The gods abetted; <HI>Cato</HI> likt the other;</L>
<L>Both differ'd much, <HI>Pompey</HI> was &s;trooke in yeares,</L>
<L>And by long re&s;t forgot to manage armes,</L>
<L>And being popular &s;ought by liberal gifts,</L>
<L>To gaine the light vn&s;table commons loue,</L>
<L>And ioyed to heare his <HI>Theaters</HI> applau&s;e;</L>
<L>He liu'd &s;ecure boa&s;ting his former deeds,</L>
<L>And thought his name &s;ufficient to vphold him,</L>
<PB REF="6">
<L>Like to a tall oake in a fruitfull field,</L>
<L>Bearing old &s;poiles and conquerors monuments,</L>
<L>Who though his root be weake, and his owne waight</L>
<L>Keepe him within the ground, his armes al bare,</L>
<L>His body (not his boughs) &s;end forth a &s;hade;</L>
<L>Though euery bla&s;t it nod, and &s;eeme to fal,</L>
<L>When all the woods about &s;tand bolt vp-right,</L>
<L>Yet he alone is held in reuerence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> renowne for war was le&s;&s;e, he re&s;tles,</L>
<L>Shaming to &s;triue but where he did &s;ubdue,</L>
<L>When yre, or hope prouokt, heady, &amp; bould,</L>
<L>At al times charging home, &amp; making hauock;</L>
<L>Vrging his fortune, tru&s;ting in the gods</L>
<L>De&s;troying what with&s;tood his proud de&s;ires,</L>
<L>And glad when bloud, &amp; ruine made him way:</L>
<L>So thunder which the wind teares from the cloudes,</L>
<L>With cracke of riuen ayre and hideous &s;ound,</L>
<L>Filling the world, leapes out and throwes forth fire,</L>
<L>Affrights poore fearefull men, and bla&s;ts their eyes</L>
<L>With ouerthwarting flames, and raging &s;hoots</L>
<L>Along&s;t the ayre and not re&s;i&s;ting it</L>
<L>Falls, and returnes, and &s;hiuers where it lights.</L>
<L>Such humors &s;tirde them vp; but this warrs &s;eed,</L>
<L>Was euen the &s;ame that wrack's all great dominions.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When fortune made vs lords of all, wealth flowed,</L>
<L>And then we grew licencious and rude,</L>
<L>The &s;oldiours pray, and rapine brought in ryot,</L>
<L>Men tooke delight in Iewels, hou&s;es, plate,</L>
<PB REF="6">
<L>And &s;corn'd old &s;paring diet, and ware robes</L>
<L>Too light for women; Pouerty (who hatcht</L>
<L>Roomes greate&s;t wittes) was loath'd, and al the world</L>
<L>Ran&s;anckt for golde, which breeds the world decay;</L>
<L>And then large limits had their butting lands,</L>
<L>The ground which <HI>Curius</HI> and <HI>Camillus</HI> till'd,</L>
<L>Was &s;tretcht vnto the fields of hinds vnknowne;</L>
<L>Againe, this people could not brooke calme peace,</L>
<L>Them freedome without war might not &s;uffice,</L>
<L>Quarrels were rife, greedy de&s;ire &s;til poore</L>
<L>Did vild deeds, then t'was worth the price of bloud,</L>
<L>And deem'd renowne to &s;poile their natiue towne,</L>
<L>Force ma&s;tered right, the &s;tronge&s;t gouern'd all,</L>
<L>Hence came it that th'edicts were ouerrul'd,</L>
<L>That lawes were broake, <HI>Tribunes</HI> with <HI>Con&s;uls</HI> &s;troue,</L>
<L>Sale made of offices, and peoples voices,</L>
<L>Bought by them&s;elues &amp; &s;olde, and euery yeare</L>
<L>Frauds and corruption in the field of <HI>Mars;</HI></L>
<L>Hence intere&s;t and deuouring v&s;ury &s;prang,</L>
<L>Faiths breach, &amp; hence came war to mo&s;t men welcom.</L>
<L>Now <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> ouerpa&s;t the &s;nowy <HI>Alpes,</HI></L>
<L>His mind was troubled, and he aim'd at war,</L>
<L>And comming to the foord of <HI>Rubicon,</HI></L>
<L>At night in dreadful vi&s;ion fearefull Roome,</L>
<L>Mourning appear'd, who&s;e hoary hayres were torne,</L>
<L>And on her Turret, bearing head di&s;per&s;t,</L>
<L>And armes all naked, who with broken &s;ighes,</L>
<L>And &s;taring, thus be&s;poke, what mean'&s;t thou <HI>Cae&s;ar?</HI></L>
<PB REF="7">
<L>Whether goes my &s;tandarde? Romans if ye be,</L>
<L>And beare true harts, &s;tay heare: this &s;pectacle</L>
<L>Stroake <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> hart with feare, his hayre &s;toode vp,</L>
<L>And faintnes numm'd his &s;teps there on the brincke:</L>
<L>He thus cride out: Thou thunderer that guard&s;t</L>
<L>Roomes mighty walles built on <HI>Tarpeian</HI> rocke,</L>
<L>Ye gods of <HI>Phrigia</HI> and <HI>I&ucirc;lus</HI> line,</L>
<L><HI>Quirinus</HI> rites and <HI>Latian Joue</HI> aduanc'd,</L>
<L>On <HI>Alba</HI> hill, &ocirc; <HI>Ve&s;tall</HI> flames, &ocirc; Roome,</L>
<L>My thoughts &s;ole <HI>goddes,</HI> aide mine enterpri&s;e,</L>
<L>I hate thee not, to thee my conque&s;ts &s;toope,</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> is thine, &s;o plea&s;e it thee, thy &s;oldier;</L>
<L>He, he afflicts Roome that made me Roomes foe.</L>
<L>This &s;aid, he laying a&s;ide all lets of war,</L>
<L>Approcht the &s;welling &s;treame with drum and en&s;igne,</L>
<L>Like to a Lyon of &s;cortcht de&s;art <HI>Affricke,</HI></L>
<L>Who &s;eeing hunters pau&s;eth till fell wrath</L>
<L>And kingly rage increa&s;e, then hauing whiskt</L>
<L>His taile athwart his backe, and cre&s;t heau'd vp,</L>
<L>With iawes wide open gha&s;tly roaring out;</L>
<L>(Albeit the <HI>Moores</HI> light Iauelin or his &s;peare</L>
<L>Sticks in his &s;ide) yet runs vpon the hunter.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In &s;ummer time the purple <HI>Rubicon,</HI></L>
<L>Which i&s;&s;ues from a &s;mall &s;pring is but &s;hallow,</L>
<L>And creepes along the vales deuiding iu&s;t</L>
<L>The bounds of <HI>Jtaly,</HI> from <HI>Ci&s;alpin Fraunce;</HI></L>
<L>But now the winters wrath and wat'ry moone,</L>
<L>Being three daies old infor&s;t the floud to &s;well,</L>
<PB REF="7">
<L>And frozen <HI>Alpes</HI> thaw'd with re&s;oluing winds.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The thunder hou'd hor&s;e in a crooked line,</L>
<L>To &s;cape the violence of the &s;treame fir&s;t waded,</L>
<L>Which being broke the foot had ea&s;ie pa&s;&s;age.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As &s;oone as <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> got vnto the banke</L>
<L>And bounds of Italy; here, here (&s;aith he)</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>An end of peace; here end polluted lawes;</L>
<L>Hence leagues, and couenants; Fortune thee I follow,</L>
<L>Warre and the de&s;tinies &s;hall trie my cau&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid, the re&s;tles generall through the darke.</L>
<L>(Swifter then bullets throwne from Spani&s;h &s;linges,</L>
<L>Ordarts which <HI>Parthians</HI> backward &s;hoot (marcht on</L>
<L>And then (when <HI>Lucifer</HI> did &s;hine alone,</L>
<L>And &s;ome dim &s;tars) he <HI>Arriminum</HI> enter'd:</L>
<L>Day ro&s;e and viewde the&s;e tumultes of the war;</L>
<L>Whether the gods, or blu&s;tring &s;outh were cau&s;e</L>
<L>I know not, but the cloudy ayre did frown;</L>
<L>The &s;oldiours hauing won the market place,</L>
<L>There &s;pred the colours, with confu&s;ed noi&s;e</L>
<L>Of tru~pets clange, &s;hril cornets, whi&s;tling fifes;</L>
<L>The people &s;tarted; young men left their beds;</L>
<L>And &s;natcht armes neer their hou&s;hold gods hung vp</L>
<L>Such as peace yeelds; wormeaten leatherne targets,</L>
<L>Through which the wood peer'd, headles darts, olde &s;words</L>
<L>With vgly teeth of blacke ru&s;t fouly &s;carr'd:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;eeing white Eagles, &amp; Roomes flags wel known,</L>
<L>And lofty <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> in the thicke&s;t throng,</L>
<L>They &s;hooke for feare, &amp; cold benumm'd their lims,</L>
</LG>
<PB REF="8">
<LG>
<L>And muttering much, thus to the~&s;elues complain'd.</L>
<L>O wals vnfortunate too neere to France,</L>
<L>Prede&s;tinate to ruine; all lands el&s;e</L>
<L>Haue &s;table peace, here wars rage fir&s;t begins,</L>
<L>We bide the fir&s;t brunt, &s;afer might we dwel,</L>
<L>Vnder the fro&s;ty beare, or parching Ea&s;t,</L>
<L>VVagons or tents, then in this frontire towne,</L>
<L>We fir&s;t &s;u&s;tain'd the vproares of the <HI>Gaules,</HI></L>
<L>And furious <HI>Cymbrians</HI> and of <HI>Carthage</HI> moores,</L>
<L>As oft as Roome was &s;ackt, here gan the &s;poile:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus &s;ighing whi&s;pered they, and none dur&s;t &s;peake</L>
<L>And &s;hew their feare, or griefe: but as the fields</L>
<L>When birds are &s;ilent thorough winters rage;</L>
<L>Or &s;ea far from the land, &s;o all were whi&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now light had quite di&s;&s;olu'd the my&s;ty might,</L>
<L>And <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> mind vn&s;etled mu&s;ing &s;tood;</L>
<L>But gods and fortune prickt him to this war,</L>
<L>Infringing all excu&s;e of mode&s;t &s;hame,</L>
<L>And laboring to approue his quarrell good.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The angry Senate vrging <HI>Grachus</HI> deeds,</L>
<L>From doubtfull Roome wrongly expel'd the <HI>Tribunes,</HI></L>
<L>That cro&s;t them; both which now approacht the camp,</L>
<L>And with them <HI>Curio;</HI> &s;ometime <HI>Tribune</HI> too,</L>
<L>One that was feed for <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> and who&s;e tongue</L>
<L>Could tune the people to the Nobles mind:</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> (&s;aid he) while eloquence preuail'd,</L>
<L>And I might pleade, and draw the Commons minds</L>
<L>To fauour thee, again&s;t the Senats will.</L>
<PB REF="8">
<L>Fiue yeeres I lengthned thy commaund in France;</L>
<L>But law being put to &s;ilence by the wars;</L>
<L>We from our hou&s;es driuen, mo&s;t willingly</L>
<L>Suffered exile: let thy &s;word bring vs home.</L>
<L>Now while their part is weake, and feares, march hence</L>
<L>Where men are ready, lingering euer hurts:</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">n ten yeares won&s;t thou France; Roome may be won</L>
<L>With farre le&s;&s;e toile, and yet the honors more;</L>
<L>Few battailes fought with pro&s;perous &s;ucce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>May bring her downe, and with her all the world;</L>
<L>Nor &s;halt thou triumph when thou com&s;t to Roome;</L>
<L>Nor capitall be adorn'd with &s;acred bayes:</L>
<L>Enuy denies all, with thy bloud mu&s;t thou</L>
<L>Abie thy conque&s;t pa&s;t: the &s;onne decrees</L>
<L>To expel the father; &s;hare the world thou can&s;t not;</L>
<L><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">nioy it all thou maie&s;t: thus <HI>Curio</HI> &s;pake,</L>
<L>And therewith <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> prone ennough to warre,</L>
<L>Was &s;o incen&s;t as are <HI>Eleius</HI> &s;teedes</L>
<L>With clamors: who though lockt and chaind in &s;talls,</L>
<L>Sou&s;e downe the wals, and make a pa&s;&s;age forth:</L>
<L>Straight &s;ummon'd he his &s;euerall companies</L>
<L>Vnto the &s;tandard: his graue looke appea&s;d</L>
<L>The wra&s;tling tumult, and right hand made &s;ilence:</L>
<L>And thus he &s;pake; you that with me haue borne</L>
<L>A thou&s;and brunts, and tride me ful ten yeeres,</L>
<L>See how they quit our bloud&s;hed in the North;</L>
<L>Our friends death; and our wounds; our wintering</L>
<L>Vnder the Alpes; Roome rageth now in armes</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L>As if the <HI>Carthage Hannibal</HI> were neere;</L>
<L>Cornets of hor&s;e are mu&s;tered for the field;</L>
<L>Woods turn'd to &s;hips; both land and &s;ea again&s;t vs:</L>
<L>Had forraine wars ill thriu'd; or wrathful France</L>
<L>Pur&s;u'd vs hither, how were we be&s;tead</L>
<L>When comming conqueror Roome afflicts me thus?</L>
<L>Let come their leaders whom long peace hath quail'd;</L>
<L>Raw &s;oldiours lately pre&s;t; and troupes of gownes;</L>
<L>Brabbling <HI>Marcellus; Cato</HI> whom fooles reuerence;</L>
<L>Mu&s;t <HI>Pompeis</HI> followers with &s;trangers ayde,</L>
<L>(Whom fro~ his youth he bribde) needs make him king?</L>
<L>And &s;hal he triumph long before his time,</L>
<L>And hauing once got head &s;till &s;hal he raigne?</L>
<L>What &s;hould I talke of mens corne reapt by force,</L>
<L>And by him kept of purpo&s;e for a dearth,</L>
<L>Who &s;ees not warre &s;it by the quiuering Iudge;</L>
<L>And &s;entence giuen in rings of naked &s;words,</L>
<L>And lawes a&s;&s;ailde, and arm'd men in the <HI>Senate;</HI></L>
<L>Twas his troupe hem'd in <HI>Milo</HI> being accu&s;de;</L>
<L>And now lea&s;t age might waine his &s;tate, he ca&s;ts</L>
<L>For ciuill warre, wherein through v&s;e he's known</L>
<L>To exceed his mai&s;ter, that arch-traitor <HI>Sylla.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A brood of barbarous <HI>Tygars</HI> hauing lapt</L>
<L>The bloud of many a heard, whil&s;t with their dams</L>
<L>They kennel'd in <HI>Hircania</HI> euermore</L>
<L>Wil rage and pray: &s;o <HI>Pompey</HI> thou hauing lickt</L>
<L>Warme goare from <HI>Syllas</HI> &s;word art yet athir&s;t,</L>
<L>Iawes, fle&s;h, with bloud continue murderous.</L>
<PB REF="9">
<L>Speake, when &s;hall this thy long v&s;urpt power end?</L>
<L>What end of mi&s;chiefe? <HI>Sylla</HI> teaching thee,</L>
<L>At la&s;t learne wretch to leaue thy monarchy;</L>
<L>What, now <HI>Scicillian</HI> Pirats are &s;uppre&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>Jaded,</HI> king of <HI>Pontus</HI> poi&s;oned &s;laine,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t <HI>Pompey</HI> as his la&s;t foe plume on me,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e at his commaund I wound not vp</L>
<L>My conquering Eagles? &s;ay I merit nought,</L>
<L>Yet for long &s;eruice done, reward the&s;e men,</L>
<L>And &s;o they triumph, be't with whom ye wil.</L>
<L>Whether now &s;hal the&s;e olde bloudles &s;oules repaire?</L>
<L>What &s;eates for their de&s;erts? what &s;tore of ground</L>
<L>For &s;eruitors to till? what <HI>Colonies</HI></L>
<L>To re&s;t their bones? &s;ay <HI>Pompey,</HI> are the&s;e wor&s;e</L>
<L>Then Pirats of <HI>Sycillia?</HI> they had hou&s;es:</L>
<L>Spead, &s;pread the&s;e flags that ten years &s;pace haue con|quer'd,</L>
<L>Lets v&s;e our tried force, they that now thwart right</L>
<L>In wars wil yeeld to wrong: the gods are with vs,</L>
<L>Neither &s;poile, nor kingdom &s;eeke we by the&s;e armes,</L>
<L>But Roome at thraldoms feet to rid from tyrants.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;poke none an&s;wer'd but a murmuring buz</L>
<L>Th'vn&s;table people made: their hou&s;hold gods</L>
<L>And loue to Room (thogh &s;laughter &s;teeld their harts</L>
<L>And minds were prone) re&s;train'd them; but wars loue</L>
<L>And <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> awe da&s;ht all: then <HI>Lalius</HI></L>
<L>The chiefe <HI>Centurion</HI> crown'd with Oaken leaues,</L>
<L>For &s;auing of a Romaine Citizen,</L>
<L>Steptforth, and cryde, chiefe leader of Rooms force,</L>
<PB REF="10">
<L>So be I may be bold to &s;peake a truth:</L>
<L>We grieue at this thy patience and delay,</L>
<L>What doubt&s;t thou vs? euen nowe when youthfull bloud</L>
<L>Pricks forth our liuely bodies, and &s;trong armes</L>
<L>Can mainly throw the dart; wilt thou indure</L>
<L>The&s;e purple groomes? that <HI>Senates</HI> tyranny?</L>
<L>Is conque&s;t got by ciuill war &s;o hainous?</L>
<L>Well, leade vs then to <HI>Syrtes</HI> de&s;art &s;hoare;</L>
<L>Or <HI>Scythia;</HI> or hot <HI>Libiaes</HI> thir&s;ty &s;ands.</L>
<L>This hand that all behind vs might be quail'd,</L>
<L>Hath with thee pa&s;t the &s;welling Ocean;</L>
<L>And &s;wept the foming bre&s;t of <HI>Articks Rhene,</HI></L>
<L>Loue ouer-rules my will, I mu&s;t obay thee,</L>
<L><HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> he whom I heare thy trumpets charge</L>
<L>I hould no Romaine; by the&s;e ten ble&s;t en&s;ignes</L>
<L>And all thy &s;eueral triumphs, &s;hould&s;t thou bid me</L>
<L>Intombe my &s;word within my brothers bowels;</L>
<L>Or fathers throate; or womens groning wombe;</L>
<L>This hand (albeit vnwilling) &s;hould performe it;</L>
<L>Or rob the gods; or &s;acred temples fire:</L>
<L>The&s;e troupes &s;hould &s;oone pull down the church of <HI>Joue,</HI></L>
<L>If to incampe on <HI>Thu&s;can Tybers</HI> &s;treames;</L>
<L>Ile bouldly quarter out the fields of Rome;</L>
<L>What wals thou wilt be leaueld with the ground,</L>
<L>The&s;e hands &s;hall thru&s;t the ram, and make them flie,</L>
<L>Albeit the Citty thou would&s;t haue &s;o ra'&s;t</L>
<L>Be Roome it &s;elfe. Here euery band applauded,</L>
<L>And with their hands held vp, all ioyntly cryde</L>
<PB REF="10">
<L>They'ill follow where he plea&s;e, the &s;howts re~t heaue~,</L>
<L>As when again&s;t pine bearing <HI>O&s;&s;a's</HI> rocks,</L>
<L>Beates <HI>Thracian Boreas;</HI> or when trees bowde down,</L>
<L>And ru&s;tling &s;wing vp as the wind fets breath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> &s;aw his army proane to war,</L>
<L>And fates &s;o bent, lea&s;t &s;loth and long delay</L>
<L>Might cro&s;&s;e him, he withdrew his troupes fro~ France,</L>
<L>And in all quarters mu&s;ters men for Roome.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They by <HI>Lemannus</HI> nooke for&s;ooke their tents;</L>
<L>They whom the <HI>Lingones</HI> foild with painted &s;peares,</L>
<L>Vnder the rockes by crooked <HI>Voge&s;us;</HI></L>
<L>And many came from &s;hallow <HI>J&s;ara,</HI></L>
<L>Who running long, fals in a greater floud,</L>
<L>And ere he &s;ees the &s;ea loo&s;eth his name;</L>
<L>The yellow <HI>Ruthens</HI> left their garri&s;ons;</L>
<L>Mild <HI>Atax</HI> glad it beares not Roman bloats;</L>
<L>And frontier <HI>Varus</HI> that the campe is farre,</L>
<L>Sent aide; &s;o did <HI>Alcides</HI> port, who&s;e &s;eas</L>
<L>Eate hollow rocks, and where the north-we&s;t wind;</L>
<L>Nor <HI>Zephir</HI> rules not, but the north alone,</L>
<L>Turmoiles the coa&s;t, and enterance forbids;</L>
<L>And others came from that vncertaine &s;hore,</L>
<L>Which is nor &s;ea, nor land, but oft times both,</L>
<L>And changeth as the Ocean ebbes and flowes:</L>
<L>Whether the &s;ea roul'd alwaies from that point,</L>
<L>Whence the wind blowes &s;til forced to and fro;</L>
<L>Or that the wandring maine follow the moone?</L>
<L>Or flaming <HI>Titan</HI> (feeding on the deepe,</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>Puls them aloft, and makes th&egrave; &s;urge ki&s;&s;e heauen,</L>
<L><HI>Philo&s;ophers</HI> looke you, for vnto me</L>
<L>Thou cau&s;e what ere thou be whom God a&s;&s;ignes,</L>
<L>This great effect, art hid. They came that dwell</L>
<L>By <HI>Nemes</HI> fields, and bankes of <HI>Satirus,</HI></L>
<L>Where <HI>Tarbels</HI> winding &s;hoares imbrace the &s;ea,</L>
<L>The <HI>Santons</HI> that reioyce in <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> loue,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e of <HI>Bituriges</HI> and light <HI>Axon</HI> pikes;</L>
<L>And they of <HI>Rhene,</HI> and <HI>Leuca</HI> cunning darters,</L>
<L>And <HI>Sequana</HI> that well could manage &s;teeds;</L>
<L>The <HI>Belgians</HI> apt to gouerne <HI>Britti&s;h</HI> cars;</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Auerni,</HI> too which bouldly faine them&s;elues;</L>
<L>The Romanes brethren, &s;prung of <HI>Ilian</HI> race;</L>
<L>The &s;tubborne <HI>Neruians</HI> &s;taind with <HI>Cottas</HI> bloud;</L>
<L>And <HI>vangions</HI> who like tho&s;e of <HI>Sarmata,</HI></L>
<L>Were open &s;lops: and fierce <HI>Batauians,</HI></L>
<L>Whome trumpets clang incites, and tho&s;e that dwel</L>
<L>By <HI>Cyngas</HI> &s;treame, and where &s;wift <HI>Rhodanus</HI></L>
<L>Driues <HI>Araris</HI> to &s;ea; They neere the hils,</L>
<L>Vnder who&s;e hoary rocks <HI>Gebenna</HI> hangs;</L>
<L>And <HI>Treuier;</HI> thou being glad that wars are pa&s;t thee;</L>
<L>And you late &s;horne <HI>Ligurians,</HI> who were wont</L>
<L>In large &s;pread heire to exceed the re&s;t of France;</L>
<L>And where to <HI>He&s;us,</HI> and fell <HI>Mercury (Joue)</HI></L>
<L>They offer humane fle&s;h, and where it &s;eemes</L>
<L>Bloudy like <HI>Dian,</HI> whom the <HI>Scythians</HI> &s;erue;</L>
<L>And you French <HI>Bardi,</HI> who&s;e immortal pens</L>
<L>Renowne the valiant &s;oules &s;laine in your wars,</L>
<PB REF="11">
<L>Sit &s;afe at home and chaunt &s;weet <HI>Poe&s;ie,</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Druides</HI> you now in peace renew</L>
<L>Your barbarous cu&s;tomes, and &s;ini&s;ter rites,</L>
<L>In vnfeld woods, and &s;acred groues you dwell,</L>
<L>And only gods &amp; heauenly powers you know,</L>
<L>Or only know you nothing. For you hold</L>
<L>That &s;oules pa&s;&s;e not to &s;ilent <HI>Erebus</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Plutoes</HI> bloodles kingdom, but el&s;e where</L>
<L>Re&s;ume a body: &s;o (if truth you &s;ing)</L>
<L>Death brings lo~g life. Doubtles the&s;e northren men</L>
<L>Whom death the greate&s;t of all feares affright not,</L>
<L>Are ble&s;t by &s;uch &s;weet error, this makes them</L>
<L>Run on the &s;words point and de&s;ire to die,</L>
<L>And &s;hame to &s;pare life which being lo&s;t is wonne;</L>
<L>You likewi&s;e that repul&s;t the <HI>Caicke</HI> foe,</L>
<L>March towards Roome; and you fierce men of <HI>Rhene</HI></L>
<L>Leauing your countrey open to the &s;poile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e being come, their huge power made him bould</L>
<L>To mannage greater deeds; the bordering townes</L>
<L>He garri&s;on'd; and <HI>Jtaly</HI> he fild with &s;oldiours.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vaine fame increa&s;t true feare, and did inuade</L>
<L>The peoples minds, and laide before their eies</L>
<L>Slaughter to come, and &s;wiftly bringing newes</L>
<L>Of pre&s;ent war, made many lies and tales,</L>
<L>One &s;weares his troupes of daring hor&s;emen fought</L>
<L>Vpon <HI>Meuanias</HI> plaine, where Buls are graz'd;</L>
<L>Other that <HI>Cae&s;ars</HI> barbarous bands were &s;pread</L>
<L>Along <HI>Nar</HI> floud that into <HI>Tiber</HI> fals,</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L>And that his owne ten en&s;ignes, and the re&s;t</L>
<L>Marcht not intirely, and yet hide the ground,</L>
<L>And that he's much chang'd, looking wild and big,</L>
<L>And far more barbarous then the French (his va&s;&s;als)</L>
<L>And that he lags behind with them of purpo&s;e;</L>
<L>Borne twixt the <HI>Alpes</HI> &amp; <HI>Rhene,</HI> which he hath brought</L>
<L>From out their Northren parts, and that Roome</L>
<L>He looking on by the&s;e men &s;hould be &s;ackt.</L>
<L>Thus in his fright did each man &s;trengthen Fame,</L>
<L>And without ground, fear'd, what the~&s;elues had faind:</L>
<L>Nor were the Commons only &s;trooke to heart</L>
<L>With this vaine terror; but the Court, the Senate;</L>
<L>The fathers &s;elues leapt from their &s;eats; and flying</L>
<L>Left hateful warre decreed to both the Con&s;uls.</L>
<L>Then with their feare, and danger al di&s;tract,</L>
<L>Their &s;way of fleight carries the heady rout</L>
<L>That in chain'd troupes breake forth at euery port;</L>
<L>You would haue thought their hou&s;es had bin fierd</L>
<L>Or dropping-ripe, ready to fall with Ruine,</L>
<L>So ru&s;ht the incon&s;iderate multitude</L>
<L>Thorough the Citty hurried headlong on,</L>
<L>As if, the only hope (that did remaine</L>
<L>To their afflictions) were t'abandon Roome.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Looke how when &s;tormy <HI>Au&s;ter</HI> from the breach</L>
<L>Of <HI>Libian Syrtes,</HI> roules a mon&s;trous waue,</L>
<L>Which makes the maine &s;aile fal with hideous &s;ound;</L>
<L>The Pilot from the helme leapes in the &s;ea;</L>
<L>And Marriners, albeit the keele be &s;ound</L>
<PB REF="12">
<L>Ship wracke them&s;elues: euen &s;o the Citty left,</L>
<L>All ri&s;e in armes; nor could the bed-rid parents</L>
<L>Keep back their &s;ons, or womens teares their husbands;</L>
<L>They &s;tai'd not either to pray or &s;acrifice,</L>
<L>Their hou&s;hould gods re&s;train the~ not, none lingered,</L>
<L>As loath to leaue Roome whom they held &s;o deere,</L>
<L>Th'irreuocable people flie in troupes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O gods that ea&s;ie grant men great e&s;tates,</L>
<L>But hardly grace to keepe them: Roome that flowes</L>
<L>With Citizens and Captaines, and would hould</L>
<L>The world (were it together) is by cowards</L>
<L>Left as a pray now <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> d&ograve;th approach:</L>
<L>VVhen Romans are be&s;ieg'd by forraine foes,</L>
<L>With &s;lender trench they e&s;cape night &s;tratagems,</L>
<L>And &s;uddaine rampire rai&s;de of turfe &s;natcht vp</L>
<L>Would make them &s;leepe &s;ecurely in their tents.</L>
<L>Thou Roome at name of warre run&s;t from thy &s;elfe,</L>
<L>And wilt not tru&s;t thy Citty walls one night:</L>
<L>VVel might the&s;e feare, when <HI>Pompey</HI> fear'd and fled,</L>
<L>Now euermore lea&s;t &s;ome one hope might ea&s;e</L>
<L>The Co~mons iangling minds, apparant &s;ignes aro&s;e,</L>
<L>Strange &s;ights appear'd, the angry threatning gods</L>
<L>Fill'd both the earth and &s;eas with prodegies;</L>
<L>Great &s;tore of &s;trange and vnknown &s;tars were &s;eene</L>
<L>VVandering about the North, and rings of fire</L>
<L>Flie in the ayre, and dreadfull bearded &s;tars,</L>
<L>And Commets that pre&s;age the fal of kingdoms.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The flattering skie gliter'd in often flames,</L>
<PB REF="13">
<L>And &s;undry fiery meteors blaz'd in heauen:</L>
<L>Now &s;pearlike, long; now like a &s;preading torch:</L>
<L>Lightning in &s;ilence, &s;tole forth without clouds,</L>
<L>And from the northren climat &s;natching fier</L>
<L>Bla&s;ted the Capitoll: The le&s;&s;er &s;tars</L>
<L>Which wont to run their cour&s;e through empty night</L>
<L>At noone day mu&s;tered; <HI>Phoebe</HI> hauing fild</L>
<L>Her meeting hornes to match her brothers light,</L>
<L>Strooke with th'earths &s;uddaine &s;hadow waxed pale,</L>
<L><HI>Titan</HI> him&s;elfe throand in the mid&s;t of heauen,</L>
<L>His burning chariot plung'd in &s;able cloudes,</L>
<L>And whelm'd the world in darkne&s;&s;e, making men</L>
<L>Di&s;paire of day; as did <HI>Thie&s;tes</HI> towne;</L>
<L><HI>(Mycenae) Phoebus</HI> flying through the Ea&s;t:</L>
<L>Fierce <HI>Mulciber</HI> vnbarred; <HI>Aetna's</HI> gate,</L>
<L>Which flamed not on high; but headlong pitcht</L>
<L>Her burning head on bending <HI>He&s;pery.</HI></L>
<L>Cole-blacke <HI>Charibdis</HI> whirl'd a &s;ea of bloud;</L>
<L>Fierce Ma&s;tiues hould; the ve&s;tall fires went out,</L>
<L>The flame in <HI>Alba</HI> con&s;ecrate to <HI>Joue,</HI></L>
<L>Parted in twaine; and with a double point</L>
<L>Ro&s;e like the <HI>Theban</HI> brothers funerall fire;</L>
<L>The earth went off hir hinges; And the <HI>Alpes</HI></L>
<L>Shooke the old &s;now from off their trembling laps.</L>
<L>The Ocean &s;well'd, as high as Spani&s;h <HI>Calpe;</HI></L>
<L>Or <HI>Atlas</HI> head, their &s;aints and hou&s;hold gods</L>
<L>Sweate teares to &s;hew the trauailes of their citty.</L>
<L>Crownes fell from holy &s;tatues, ominous birds</L>
<PB REF="13">
<L>Defil'd the day, and wilde bea&s;tes were &s;eene,</L>
<L>Leauing the woods lodge in the &s;treetes of Rome.</L>
<L>Cattell were &s;eene that muttered humane &s;peech:</L>
<L>Prodigious birthes with more and vgly iointes</L>
<L>Then nature giues, who&s;e &s;ight appauls the mother,</L>
<L>And di&s;mall Prhphe&s;ies were &s;pread abroad:</L>
<L>And they whom fierce <HI>Bellonaes</HI> fury moues,</L>
<L>To wound their armes, &s;ing vengeance, <HI>Sibils</HI> prie&s;ts,</L>
<L>Curling their bloudy lockes, howle dreadfull things,</L>
<L>Soules quiet and appeas'd &s;ight from their graues,</L>
<L>Cla&s;hing of armes was heard, in vntrod woods,</L>
<L>Shrill voices &s;chright, and ghoa&s;ts incounter men,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that inhabited the &s;uburbe fieldes</L>
<L>Fled, fowle <HI>Erinnis</HI> &s;talkt about the wals,</L>
<L>Shaking her &s;nakie haire and crooked pine</L>
<L>With flaming toppe, much like that helli&s;h fiend;</L>
<L>Which made the &s;terne <HI>Lycurgus</HI> wound his thigh,</L>
<L>Or fierce <HI>Agaue</HI> mad; or like <HI>Megaera</HI></L>
<L>That &s;car'd <HI>Alcides,</HI> when by <HI>Junoes</HI> taske</L>
<L>He had before lookt <HI>Pluto</HI> in the face,</L>
<L>Trumpets were heard to &s;ound; and with what noi&s;e</L>
<L>An armed battaile ioines, &s;uch and more &s;trange</L>
<L>Blacke night brought forth in &s;ecret: <HI>Sylla's</HI> gho&s;t</L>
<L>Was &s;eene to walke, &s;inging &s;ad Oracles,</L>
<L>And <HI>Marius</HI> head aboue cold <HI>Tau'ron</HI> peering</L>
<L>(His graue broke open) did affright the Boores.</L>
<L>To the&s;e o&s;tents (as their old cu&s;tome was)</L>
<L>They call th' <HI>Etrurian Augures,</HI> amon&s;t whom</L>
<PB REF="14">
<L>The graue&s;t, <HI>Aruns,</HI> dwelt in for&s;aken<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">or Lunae</NOTE> <HI>Leucae</HI></L>
<L>Well skild in <HI>Pyromancy;</HI> one that knew</L>
<L>The hearts of bea&s;ts, and flight of wandring foules;</L>
<L>Fir&s;t he commands &s;uch mon&s;ters <HI>Nature</HI> hatcht</L>
<L>Again&s;t her kind (the barren Mules loth'd i&s;&s;ue)</L>
<L>To be cut forth and ca&s;t in di&s;mall fiers:</L>
<L>Then, that the trembling Citizens &s;hould walke</L>
<L>About the City; then the &s;acred prie&s;ts</L>
<L>That with diuine lu&s;tration purg'd the wals,</L>
<L>And went the round, in, and without the towne.</L>
<L>Next, an inferiour troupe, in tuckt vp ve&s;tures;</L>
<L>After the <HI>Gabine</HI> manner: then the Nunnes</L>
<L>And their vaild Matron, who alone might view</L>
<L><HI>Mineruas</HI> &s;tatue; then, they that keepe, and read</L>
<L><HI>Sybillas</HI> &s;ecret works, and wa&s;ht their &s;aint</L>
<L>In <HI>Almo's</HI> floud: Next learned <HI>Augures</HI> follow;</L>
<L><HI>Apolloes</HI> &s;outh&s;ayers, and <HI>Joues</HI> fea&s;ting prie&s;ts;</L>
<L>The skipping <HI>Salij</HI> with &s;hields like wedges;</L>
<L>And <HI>Flamins</HI> la&s;t, with networke wollen vailes.</L>
<L>While the&s;e thus in and out had circled Roome,</L>
<L>Looke what the lightning bla&s;ted, <HI>Aruns</HI> takes</L>
<L>And it inters with murmurs dolorous,</L>
<L>And cals the place <HI>Bidentall,</HI> on the Altar</L>
<L>He laies a ne're-yoakt Bull, and powers downe wine,</L>
<L>Then crams &s;alt leuin on his crooked knife;</L>
<L>The bea&s;t long &s;truggled, as being like to proue</L>
<L>An aukward &s;acrifice, but by the hornes</L>
<L>The quick prie&s;t pull'd him on his knees &amp; &s;lew him:</L>
<PB REF="14">
<L>No vaine &s;prung out but from the yawning ga&s;h,</L>
<L>In &s;teed of red bloud wallowed venemous gore,</L>
<L>The&s;e direful &s;ignes made <HI>Aruns</HI> &s;tand amaz'd,</L>
<L>And &s;earching farther for the gods di&s;plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>The very cullor &s;card him; a dead blackne&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Ranne through the bloud, that turn'd it all to gelly,</L>
<L>And &s;tain'd the bowels with darke loth&s;ome &s;pots,</L>
<L>The liuer &s;well'd with filth: and euery vaine</L>
<L>Did threaten horror from the ho&s;t of <HI>Cae&s;ar;</HI></L>
<L>A &s;mall thin skinne contain'd the vital parts,</L>
<L>The heart &s;tird not, and from the gaping liuer</L>
<L>Squis'd matter through the cal; the intralls pearde,</L>
<L>And which (aie me) euer pretendeth ill,</L>
<L>At that bunch where the liuer is, appear'd</L>
<L>A knob of fle&s;h, whereof one halfe did looke</L>
<L>Dead, and di&s;coulour'd; th'other leane and thinne.</L>
<L>By the&s;e he &s;eeing what my&s;chiefes mu&s;t en&s;ue,</L>
<L>Cride out, O gods! I tremble to vnfould</L>
<L>What you intend, great <HI>Joue</HI> is now di&s;pleas'd,</L>
<L>And in the bre&s;t of this &s;laine Bull are crept,</L>
<L>Th'infernall powers. My feare tran&s;cends my words</L>
<L>Yet more will happen <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 word"> I can vnfold,</L>
<L>Turne all to good, be <HI>Augury</HI> vaine, and <HI>Tages</HI></L>
<L>Th'arts ma&s;ter falce. Thus in ambiguous tearmes,</L>
<L>Inuoluing all, did <HI>Aruns</HI> darkly &s;ing.</L>
<L>But <HI>Figulus</HI> more &s;eene in heauenly my&s;teries,</L>
<L>Who&s;e like <HI>Aegiptian Memphis</HI> neuer had</L>
<L>For skill in &s;tars, and tune-full planeting</L>
<PB REF="15" MS="y">
<L>In this &s;ort &s;pake. The worlds &s;wift cour&s;e is lawle&s;&s;e</L>
<L>And ca&s;uall; all the &s;tarres at randome radge:</L>
<L>Or if <HI>Fate</HI> rule them, Rome thy Cittizens</L>
<L>Are neere &s;ome plague? what mi&s;chiefe &s;hall in&s;ue?</L>
<L>Shall townes be &s;wallowed? &s;hall the thickned aire,</L>
<L>Become intemperate? &s;hall the earth be barraine?</L>
<L>Shall water be conieal'd and turn'd to ice?</L>
<L>O Gods what death prepare ye? with what plague</L>
<L>Meane ye to radge? the death of many men</L>
<L>Meetes in one period. If cold noy&s;ome <HI>Saturne</HI></L>
<L>Were now exalted, and with blew beames &s;hinde,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Gaynimede</HI> would renew <HI>Deucalions</HI> flood,</L>
<L>And in the fleeting &s;ea the earth be drencht.</L>
<L>O <HI>Phaebus</HI> &s;hould&s;t thou with thy rayes now &s;ing</L>
<L>The fell <HI>Nemean</HI> bea&s;t, th'earth would be fired,</L>
<L>And heauen tormented with thy chafing heate,</L>
<L>But thy fiers hurt not; <HI>Mars,</HI> 'tis thou enflam'&s;t</L>
<L>The threatning Scorpion with the burning taile</L>
<L>And fier'&s;t his cleyes. Why art thou thus enrag'd?</L>
<L>Kind <HI>Jupiter</HI> hath low declin'd him&s;elfe;</L>
<L><HI>Venus</HI> is faint; &s;wift <HI>Hermes</HI> retrograde;</L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> onely rules the heauen: <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters">y doe the Planets</L>
<L>Alter their cour&s;e; and vainly dim their vertue?</L>
<L>Sword-girt <HI>Orions</HI> &s;ide gli&s;ters too bright.</L>
<L>Wars radge draws neare; &amp; to the &s;words &s;trong ha~d,</L>
<L>Let all Lawes yeeld, &s;inne beare the name of vertue,</L>
<L>Many a yeare the&s;e firious broiles let la&s;t,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould we wi&s;h the gods &s;hould euer end them?</L>
<PB REF="15">
<L>War onely giues vs peace, &ocirc; Rome continue</L>
<L>The cour&s;e of mi&s;chiefe, and &s;tretch out the date</L>
<L>Of &s;laughter; onely ciuill broiles make peace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e &s;ad pre&s;ages were enough to &s;carre</L>
<L>The quiuering <HI>Romans,</HI> but wor&s;e things affright them,</L>
<L>As <HI>Maenus</HI> full of wine on <HI>Pindus</HI> raues,</L>
<L>So runnes a Matron through th'amazed &s;treetes,</L>
<L>Di&s;clo&s;ing <HI>Phoebus</HI> furie in this &s;ort:</L>
<L><HI>Pean</HI> whither am I halde? where &s;hall I fall?</L>
<L>Thus borne aloft I &s;ee <HI>Pangeus</HI> hill,</L>
<L>With hoarie toppe, and vnder <HI>Hemus</HI> mount</L>
<L><HI>Philippi</HI> plaines; <HI>Phoebus</HI> what radge is this?</L>
<L>Why grapples Rome, and makes war, hauing no foes?</L>
<L>Whither turne I now? thou lead'&s;t me toward th'ea&s;t,</L>
<L>Where <HI>Nile</HI> augmenteth the <HI>Pelu&s;ian</HI> &s;ea:</L>
<L>This headle&s;&s;e trunke that lies on <HI>Nylus</HI> &s;ande</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> know, now throughout the aire I flie,</L>
<L>To doubtfull <HI>Sirtes</HI> and drie <HI>Affricke,</HI> where</L>
<L>A fury leades the <HI>Emathian</HI> bandes, from thence</L>
<L>To the pine bearing hils, hence to the mounts</L>
<L><HI>Pirene,</HI> and &s;o backe to Rome againe.</L>
<L>Se impious warre defiles the Senat hou&s;e,</L>
<L>New factions ri&s;e; now through the world againe:</L>
<L>I goe; &ocirc; <HI>Phoebus</HI> &s;hew me <HI>Neptunes</HI> &s;hore,</L>
<L>And other Regions, I haue &s;eene <HI>Philippi:</HI></L>
<L>This &s;aid being tir'd with fury &s;he &s;unke downe.</L>
</LG>
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