Act
I.
Scene
I.
Cato
,
Athenodorus
,
Porcius
,
Statilius
.
Cat.
NOw
will
the
two
Suns
of
our
Romane
Heauen
(
Pompey
&
Caesar
)
in
their
Tropicke
burning
,
With
their
contention
,
all
the
clouds
assemble
That
threaten
tempests
to
our
peace
&
Empire
,
Which
we
shall
shortly
see
poure
down
in
bloud
,
Ciuill
and
naturall
,
wilde
and
barbarous
turning
.
Ath.
From
whence
presage
you
this
?
Cat.
From
both
their
Armies
,
Now
gathered
neere
our
Italie
,
contending
To
enter
seuerally
:
Pompeys
brought
so
neere
By
Romes
consent
;
for
feare
of
tyranous
Caesar
,
Which
Caesar
fearing
to
be
done
in
fauour
Of
Pompey
,
and
his
passage
to
the
Empire
,
Hath
brought
on
his
for
interuention
.
And
such
a
flocke
of
Puttocks
follow
Caesar
,
For
fall
of
his
ill-disposed
Purse
(
That
neuer
yet
spar'd
Crosse
to
Aquiline
vertue
)
As
well
may
make
all
ciuill
spirits
suspicious
.
Looke
how
against
great
raines
,
a
standing
Poole
Of
Paddockes
,
Todes
,
and
water-Snakes
put
vp
Their
speckl'd
throates
aboue
the
venemous
Lake
,
Croking
and
gasping
for
some
fresh
falne
drops
To
quench
their
poisond
thirst
;
being
neere
to
stifle
With
clotterd
purgings
of
their
owne
foule
bane
;
So
still
,
where
Caesar
goes
,
there
thrust
vp
head
,
Impostors
,
Flatterers
,
Fauorites
,
and
Bawdes
,
Buffons
,
Intelligencers
,
select
wits
;
Close
Murtherers
,
Montibanckes
,
and
decaied
Theeues
,
To
gaine
their
banefull
liues
reliefes
from
him
.
From
Britaine
,
Belgia
,
France
,
and
Germanie
,
The
scum
of
either
Countrie
,
(
chus'd
by
him
,
To
be
his
blacke
Guard
,
and
red
Agents
here
)
Swarming
about
him
.
Porc.
And
all
these
are
said
To
be
suborn'd
,
in
chiefe
,
against
your selfe
;
Since
Caesar
chiefly
feares
,
that
you
will
sit
This
day
his
opposite
;
in
the
cause
for
which
Both
you
were
sent
for
home
;
and
he
hath
stolne
Accesse
so
soone
here
;
Pompey
:
whole
rest
raisde
To
his
encounter
;
and
on
both
sides
,
Rome
In
generall
vproare
.
Stat.
Which
Sir
,
if
you
saw
,
And
knew
,
how
for
the
danger
,
all
suspect
To
this
your
worthiest
friend
(
for
that
knowne
freedome
His
spirit
will
vse
this
day
,
'gainst
both
the
Riuals
,
His
wife
and
familie
mourne
,
no
food
,
no
comfort
Allowd
them
,
for
his
danger
)
you
would
vse
Your
vtmost
powrs
to
stay
him
from
the
Senate
,
All
this
daies
Session
.
Cat.
Hee
's
too
wise
,
Statilius
,
For
all
is
nothing
.
Stat.
Nothing
Sir
?
I
saw
Castor
and
Pollux
Temple
,
thrust
vp
full
,
With
all
the
damn'd
crew
you
haue
lately
nam'd
:
The
market
place
and
suburbs
swarming
with
them
:
And
where
the
Senate
sit
,
are
Ruffians
pointed
To
keepe
from
entring
the
degrees
that
goe
Vp
to
the
Bench
;
all
other
but
the
Consuls
,
Caesar
and
Pompey
,
and
the
Senators
,
And
all
for
no
cause
,
but
to
keepe
out
Cato
,
With
any
violence
,
any
villanie
;
And
is
this
nothing
Sir
?
Is
his
One
life
,
On
whom
all
good
liues
,
and
their
goods
depend
,
In
Romes
whole
Empire
!
All
the
Iustice
there
That
's
free
,
and
simple
;
all
such
virtues
too
,
And
all
such
knowledge
;
Nothing
,
nothing
,
all
?
Cat.
Away
Statilius
;
how
long
shall
thy
loue
Exceede
thy
knowledge
of
me
,
and
the
Gods
?
Whose
rights
thou
wrongst
for
my
right
?
haue
not
?
Their
powers
to
guard
me
,
in
a
cause
of
theirs
?
Their
iustice
,
and
integrity
included
,
In
what
I
stand
for
?
he
that
feares
the
Gods
,
For
guard
of
any
goodnesse
;
all
things
feares
;
Earth
,
Seas
,
and
Aire
;
Heauen
,
darknesse
,
broade
day-light
,
Rumor
,
and
Silence
,
and
his
very
shade
:
And
what
an
Aspen
soule
hath
such
a
creature
?
How
dangerous
to
his
soule
is
such
a
feare
?
In
whose
cold
fits
,
is
all
heauens
iustice
shaken
To
his
faint
thoughts
;
and
all
the
goodnesse
there
Due
to
all
good
men
,
by
the
gods
owne
vowes
,
Nay
,
by
the
firmenesse
of
their
endlesse
Being
,
All
which
shall
faile
as
soone
as
any
one
Good
to
a
good
man
in
them
:
for
his
goodnesse
Proceeds
from
them
,
and
is
a
beame
of
theirs
.
O
neuer
more
,
Statilius
,
may
this
feare
Taint
thy
bould
bosome
,
for
thy selfe
,
or
friend
.
More
then
the
gods
are
fearefull
to
defend
.
Athen.
Come
;
let
him
goe
,
Statilius
;
and
your
fright
;
This
man
hath
inward
guard
,
past
your
yong
sight
.
Exeunt
Enter
Minutius
,
manet
Cato
.
Cat.
Welcome
;
come
stand
by
me
in
what
is
fit
For
our
poore
Cities
safety
;
nor
respect
Her
proudest
foes
corruption
,
or
our
danger
Of
what
seene
face
soeuer
.
Min.
I
am
yours
.
But
what
alas
,
Sir
,
can
the
weaknesse
doe
Against
our
whole
State
of
vs
only
two
?
You
know
our
Statists
spirits
are
so
corrupt
And
seruile
to
the
greatest
;
that
what
crosseth
Them
,
or
their
owne
particular
wealth
,
or
honor
,
They
will
not
enterprise
to
saue
the
Empire
.
Cat.
I
know
it
;
yet
let
vs
doe
like
our selues
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
some
bearing
Axes
,
bundles
of
rods
,
bare
;
before
two
Consuls
,
Caesar
and
Metellus
;
Anthonius
,
and
Marcellus
in
couples
;
Senators
,
People
,
Souldiers
,
&c.
following
.
The
Consuls
enter
the
Degrees
,
with
Anthonius
,
and
Marcellus
:
Caesar
staying
a
while
without
with
Metellus
,
who
hath
a
paper
in
his
hand
.
Caes.
Moue
you
for
entring
only
Pompeys
army
;
Which
if
you
gaine
for
him
;
for
me
,
all
iustice
Will
ioyne
with
my
request
of
entring
mine
.
Met.
T
is
like
so
,
and
I
purpose
to
enforce
it
.
Caes.
But
might
we
not
win
Cato
to
our
friendship
By
honoring
speeches
,
nor
perswasiue
gifts
?
Met.
Not
possible
.
Caes.
Nor
by
enforciue
vsage
?
Met.
Not
all
the
violence
that
can
be
vsde
,
Of
power
,
or
set
authoitry
can
stirre
him
,
Much
lesse
faire
words
win
,
or
rewards
corrupt
him
;
And
therefore
all
meanes
we
must
vse
to
keepe
him
From
off
the
Bench
.
Caes.
Giue
you
the
course
for
that
,
And
if
he
offer
entry
,
I
haue
fellowes
Will
serue
your
will
on
him
,
at
my
giuen
signall
.
They
ascend
.
Enter
Pompey
,
Gabinius
,
Vibius
,
Demetrius
,
with
papers
.
Enter
the
Lists
,
ascend
and
sit
.
After
whom
enter
Cato
,
Minutius
,
Athenodorus
,
Statilius
,
Porcius
.
Cat.
He
is
the
man
that
sits
so
close
to
Caesar
,
And
holds
the
law
there
,
whispering
;
see
the
Cowherd
Hath
guards
of
arm'd
men
got
,
against
one
naked
.
I
le
part
their
whispering
virtue
.
1
Hold
,
keepe
out
.
2
What
?
honor'd
Cato
?
enter
,
chuse
thy
place
.
Cat.
Come
in
;
He
drawes
him
in
and
sits
betwixt
Caesar
and
Metelius
.
—
Away
vnworthy
groomes
.
3
No
more
.
Caes.
What
should
one
say
to
him
?
Met.
He
will
be
Stoicall
.
Cat.
Where
fit
place
is
not
giuen
,
it
must
be
taken
.
4
Doe
,
take
it
Cato
;
feare
no
greatest
of
them
;
Thou
seek'st
the
peoples
good
;
and
these
their
owne
.
5
Braue
Cato
!
what
a
countenance
he
puts
on
?
Let
's
giue
his
noble
will
,
our
vtmost
power
.
6
Be
bould
in
all
thy
will
;
for
being
iust
,
Thou
maist
defie
the
gods
.
Cat.
Said
like
a
God
.
Met.
We
must
endure
these
people
.
Caes.
Doe
;
begin
.
Met.
Consuls
,
and
reuerend
Fathers
;
And
ye
people
,
Whose
voyces
are
the
voyces
of
the
Gods
;
I
here
haue
drawne
a
law
,
by
good
consent
,
For
entring
into
Italy
,
the
army
Of
Romes
great
Pompey
:
that
his
forces
here
,
As
well
as
he
,
great
Rome
,
may
rest
secure
From
danger
or
the
yet
still
smoaking
fire
,
Of
Catilines
abhorr'd
conspiracy
:
Of
which
the
very
chiefe
are
left
aliue
,
Only
chastisde
,
but
with
a
gentle
prison
.
Cat.
Put
them
to
death
then
,
and
strike
dead
our
feare
,
That
well
you
vrge
,
by
their
vnfit
suruiuall
.
Rather
then
keepe
it
quick
;
and
two
liues
giue
it
,
By
entertaining
Pompeys
army
too
.
That
giues
as
great
cause
of
our
feare
,
as
they
.
For
their
conspiracy
,
onely
was
to
make
One
Tyrant
ouer
all
the
State
of
Rome
.
And
Pompeys
army
,
sufferd
to
be
entred
,
Is
,
to
make
him
,
or
giue
him
meanes
to
be
so
.
Met.
It
followes
not
.
Cat.
In
purpose
;
clearely
Sir
,
Which
I
le
illustrate
,
with
a
cleare
example
.
If
it
be
day
,
the
Sunne
's
aboue
the
earth
;
Which
followes
not
(
you
le
answere
)
for
't
is
day
When
first
the
morning
breakes
;
and
yet
is
then
The
body
of
the
Sunne
beneath
the
earth
;
But
he
is
virtually
aboue
it
too
,
Because
his
beames
are
there
,
and
who
then
knowes
not
His
golden
body
will
soone
after
mount
.
So
Pompeys
army
entred
Italy
,
Yet
Pompey
's
not
in
Rome
;
but
Pompey's
beames
Who
sees
not
there
?
and
consequently
,
he
Is
in
all
meanes
enthron'd
in
th'
Emperie
.
Met.
Examples
proue
not
,
we
will
haue
the
army
Of
Pompey
entred
.
Cato
.
We
?
which
we
intend
you
?
Haue
you
already
bought
the
peoples
voices
?
Or
beare
our
Consule
or
our
Senate
here
So
small
loue
to
their
Country
;
that
their
wills
Beyond
their
Countrys
right
are
so
peruerse
,
To
giue
a
Tyrant
here
entire
command
?
Which
I
haue
prou'd
as
cleare
as
day
,
they
doe
,
If
either
the
Conspirators
suruiuing
Be
let
to
liue
;
or
Pompeys
army
entred
;
Both
which
,
beat
one
sole
path
;
and
threat
one
danger
.
Caes.
Consuls
,
and
honor'd
Fathers
;
The
sole
entry
Of
Pompeys
army
,
I
le
not
yet
examine
:
But
for
the
great
Conspirators
yet
liuing
,
(
Which
Cato
will
conclude
as
one selfe
danger
,
To
our
deare
Country
;
and
deterre
all
therefore
That
loue
their
Country
,
from
their
liues
defence
I
see
no
reason
why
such
danger
hangs
On
their
sau'd
liues
;
being
still
safe
kept
in
prison
;
And
since
close
prison
,
to
a
Roman
freedome
,
Ten
fold
torments
more
,
then
directest
death
,
Who
can
be
thought
to
loue
the
lesse
his
Country
,
That
seekes
to
saue
their
liues
?
And
lest
my selfe
(
Thus
speaking
for
them
)
be
vniustly
toucht
With
any
lesse
doubt
of
my
Countryes
loue
.
Why
(
reuerend
Fathers
)
may
it
be
esteem'd
Selfe
praise
in
me
,
to
proue
my selfe
a
chiefe
Both
in
my
loue
of
her
;
and
in
desert
Of
her
like
loue
in
me
?
For
he
that
does
Most
honour
to
his
Mistrisse
;
well
may
boast
(
Without
least
question
)
that
he
loues
her
most
.
And
though
things
long
since
done
,
were
long
since
known
,
And
so
may
seeme
superfluous
to
repeat
;
Yet
being
forgotten
,
as
things
neuer
done
,
Their
repetition
needfull
is
,
in
iustice
,
T'
enflame
the
shame
of
that
obliuion
:
For
hoping
it
will
seeme
no
lesse
empaire
To
others
acts
,
to
truely
tell
mine
owne
;
Put
all
together
;
I
haue
past
them
all
That
by
their
acts
can
boast
themselues
to
be
Their
Countries
louers
:
first
in
those
wilde
kingdomes
Subdu'd
to
Rome
,
by
my
vnwearied
toyles
.
Which
I
dissauag'd
and
made
nobly
ciuill
.
Next
,
in
the
multitude
of
those
rude
Realmes
That
so
I
fashiond
;
and
to
Romes
yong
Empire
Of
old
haue
added
:
Then
the
battailes
numbred
This
hand
hath
fought
,
and
wonne
for
her
,
with
all
Those
infinites
of
dreadfull
enemies
(
I
slue
in
them
:
Twice
fifteene
hundred
thousand
All
able
Souldiers
)
I
haue
driuen
at
once
Before
my
forces
:
and
in
sundry
onsets
,
A
thousand
thousand
of
them
,
put
to
sword
:
Besides
,
I
tooke
in
lesse
then
ten
yeares
time
,
By
strong
assault
,
aboue
eight
hundred
Cities
,
Three
hundred
seuerall
Nations
,
in
that
space
,
Subduing
to
my
Countrey
;
all
which
seruice
,
I
trust
,
may
interest
me
in
her
loue
,
Publique
,
and
generall
enough
,
to
aquit
me
Of
any
selfe-loue
;
past
her
common
good
:
For
any
motion
of
particular
iustice
(
By
which
her
generall
Empire
is
maintaind
)
That
I
can
make
for
those
accused
prisoners
,
Which
is
but
by
the
way
;
that
so
the
reason
Metellus
makes
for
entring
Pompeys
armie
,
May
not
more
weighty
seeme
,
then
to
agree
With
those
imprison'd
nobles
,
vitall
safeties
.
Which
granted
,
or
but
yeelded
fit
to
be
,
May
well
extenuate
the
necessity
Of
entring
Pompeys
armie
.
Cat.
All
that
need
I
tooke
away
before
;
and
reasons
gaue
For
a
necessity
to
keepe
it
out
Whose
entry
(
I
thinke
)
he
himselfe
affects
not
.
Since
I
as
well
thinke
he
affects
not
th'
Empire
,
And
both
those
thoughts
hold
;
since
he
loues
his
Country
,
In
my
great
hopes
of
him
too
well
to
seeke
His
sole
rule
of
her
,
when
so
many
soules
,
So
hard
a
taske
approue
it
;
nor
my
hopes
Of
his
sincere
loue
to
his
Country
,
build
On
sandier
grounds
then
Caesars
;
since
he
can
As
good
Cards
shew
for
it
as
Caesar
did
,
And
quit
therein
the
close
aspersion
Of
his
ambition
,
seeking
to
imploy
His
army
in
the
breast
of
Italy
.
Pomp.
Let
me
not
thus
(
imperiall
Bench
and
Senate
)
Feele
myselfe
beat
about
the
eares
,
and
tost
With
others
breathes
to
any
coast
they
please
:
And
not
put
some
stay
to
my
errors
in
them
.
The
gods
can
witnesse
that
not
my
ambition
Hath
brought
to
question
th'
entry
of
my
army
;
And
therefore
not
suspected
the
effect
,
Of
which
that
entry
is
supposde
the
cause
:
Which
is
a
will
in
me
,
to
giue
my
power
The
rule
of
Romes
sole
Empire
;
that
most
strangely
Would
put
my
will
in
others
powers
;
and
powers
(
Vnforfeit
by
my
fault
)
in
others
wills
.
My
selfe-loue
,
out
of
which
all
this
must
rise
:
I
will
not
wrong
the
knowne
proofes
of
my
loue
To
this
my
natiue
Cities
publique
good
,
To
quit
,
or
thinke
of
;
nor
repeat
those
proofes
Confirm'd
in
those
three
triumphs
I
haue
made
;
For
conquest
of
the
whole
inhabited
world
;
First
Affrick
,
Europe
,
and
then
Asia
,
Which
neuer
Consull
but
my selfe
could
boast
.
Nor
can
blinde
Fortune
vaunt
her
partiall
hand
,
In
any
part
of
all
my
seruices
,
Though
some
haue
said
,
she
was
the
page
of
Caesar
,
Both
sayling
,
marching
,
fighting
,
and
preparing
His
fights
in
very
order
of
his
battailes
:
The
parts
she
plaid
for
him
inuerting
nature
,
As
giuing
calmnesse
to
th'
enraged
sea
;
Imposing
Summers
weather
on
sterne
winter
;
Winging
the
slowest
foot
he
did
command
,
And
his
most
Cowherd
making
fierce
of
hand
.
And
all
this
euer
when
the
force
of
man
Was
quite
exceeded
in
it
all
;
and
she
In
th'
instant
adding
her
cleare
deity
.
Yet
,
her
for
me
,
I
both
disclaime
and
scorne
;
And
where
all
fortune
is
renounc't
,
no
reason
Will
thinke
one
man
transferd
with
affectation
Of
all
Pomes
Empire
;
for
he
must
haue
fortune
That
goes
beyond
a
man
;
and
where
so
many
Their
hand-fulls
finde
with
it
;
the
one
is
mad
That
vndergoes
it
:
and
where
that
is
clear'd
;
Th'
imputed
meanes
to
it
,
which
is
my
sute
For
entry
of
mine
army
,
I
confute
.
Cat.
What
rests
then
,
this
of
all
parts
being
disclaimd
?
Met.
My
part
,
Sir
,
rests
,
that
let
great
Pompey
beare
What
spirit
he
lists
;
't
is
needfull
yet
for
Rome
,
That
this
Law
be
establisht
for
his
army
.
Caes.
T
is
then
as
needfull
to
admit
in
mine
;
Or
else
let
both
lay
downe
our
armes
;
for
else
To
take
my
charge
off
,
and
leaue
Pompey
his
;
You
wrongfully
accuse
me
to
intend
A
tyranny
amongst
ye
;
and
shall
giue
Pompey
full
meanes
to
be
himselfe
a
tyrant
.
Anth.
Can
this
be
answer'd
?
1
Cons.
Is
it
then
your
wils
That
Pompey
shall
cease
armes
?
Anth.
What
else
?
Omnes
.
No
,
no
.
2
Cons.
Shall
Caesar
cease
his
armes
?
Omn.
I
,
I
.
Anth.
For
shame
Then
yeeld
to
this
cleare
equity
,
that
both
May
leaue
their
armes
.
Omn.
We
indifferent
stand
.
Met.
Read
but
this
law
,
and
you
shall
see
a
difference
Twixt
equity
and
your
indifferency
;
All
mens
obiections
answered
;
Read
it
Notary
.
Cat.
He
shall
not
read
it
.
Met.
I
will
read
it
then
.
Min.
Nor
thou
shalt
read
it
,
being
a
thing
so
vaine
,
Pretending
cause
for
Pompeys
armies
entry
.
That
only
by
thy
Complices
and
thee
;
T
is
forg'd
to
set
the
Senate
in
an
vproare
Met.
I
haue
it
Sir
,
in
memory
,
and
will
speake
it
.
Cat.
Thou
shalt
be
dumbe
as
soone
.
Caes.
Pull
downe
this
Cato
,
Author
of
factions
,
and
to
prison
with
him
.
Gen.
Come
downe
Sir
.
He
drawes
,
and
all
draw
.
Pom.
Hence
ye
mercenary
Ruffians
.
1
Cons.
What
outrage
shew
you
?
sheath
your
insolent
swords
,
Or
be
proclaim'd
your
Countreys
foes
and
traytors
.
Pom.
How
insolent
a
part
was
this
in
you
,
To
offer
the
imprisonment
of
Cato
?
When
there
is
right
in
him
(
were
forme
so
answer'd
With
termes
and
place
)
to
send
vs
both
to
prison
?
If
,
of
our
owne
ambitions
,
we
should
offer
Th'
entry
of
our
armies
;
for
who
knowes
That
,
of
vs
both
,
the
best
friend
to
his
Country
,
And
freest
from
his
owne
particular
ends
;
(
Being
in
his
power
)
would
not
assume
the
Empire
,
And
hauing
it
,
could
rule
the
State
so
well
As
now
't
is
gouer'nd
,
for
the
common
good
?
Caes:
Accuse
your selfe
,
Sir
,
(
if
your
conscience
vrge
it
)
Or
of
ambition
,
or
corruption
,
Or
insufficiency
to
rule
the
Empire
,
And
sound
not
me
with
your
Lead
.
Pom.
Lead
?
t
is
Gold
,
And
spirit
of
Gold
too
;
to
the
politique
drosse
With
which
false
Caesar
sounds
men
;
and
for
which
His
praise
and
honour
crownes
them
;
who
sounds
not
The
inmost
sand
of
Caesar
?
for
but
sand
Is
all
the
rope
of
your
great
parts
affected
.
You
speake
well
,
and
are
learn'd
;
and
golden
speech
Did
Nature
neuer
giue
man
;
but
to
guild
A
copper
soule
in
him
;
and
all
that
learning
That
heartily
is
spent
in
painting
speech
,
Is
merely
painted
,
and
no
solid
knowledge
.
But
y
'aue
another
praise
for
temperance
,
Which
nought
commends
your
free
choice
to
be
temperate·
For
so
you
must
be
;
at
least
in
your
meales
,
Since
y
'aue
a
malady
that
tyes
you
to
it
;
For
feare
of
daily
fals
in
your
aspirings
.
And
your
disease
the
gods
nere
gaue
to
man
;
But
such
a
one
,
as
had
a
spirit
too
great
For
all
his
bodies
passages
to
serue
it
,
Which
notes
th'
excesse
of
your
ambition
.
The
malady
chancing
where
the
pores
and
passages
Through
which
the
spirit
of
a
man
is
borne
,
So
narrow
are
,
and
straight
,
that
oftentimes
They
intercept
it
quite
,
and
choake
it
vp
.
And
yet
because
the
greatnesse
of
it
notes
A
heat
mere
fleshly
,
and
of
bloods
ranck
fire
,
Goates
are
of
all
beasts
subiect'st
to
it
most
.
Caes.
Your selfe
might
haue
it
then
,
if
those
faults
cause
it
;
But
deales
this
man
ingeniously
,
to
tax
Men
with
a
frailty
that
the
gods
inflict
?
Pomp.
The
gods
inflict
on
men
,
diseases
neuer
,
Or
other
outward
maimes
;
but
to
decipher
,
Correct
,
and
order
some
rude
vice
within
them
:
And
why
decipher
they
it
,
but
to
make
Men
note
,
and
shun
,
and
tax
it
to
th'
extreame
?
Nor
will
I
see
my
Countryes
hopes
abusde
,
In
any
man
commanding
in
her
Empire
;
If
my
more
tryall
of
him
,
makes
me
see
more
Into
his
intricasies
;
and
my
freedome
Hath
spirit
to
speake
more
,
then
obseruers
seruile
.
Caes.
Be
free
,
Sir
,
of
your
insight
and
your
speech
;
And
speak
,
and
see
more
,
then
the
world
besides
;
I
must
remember
I
haue
heard
of
one
,
That
fame
gaue
out
,
could
see
thorow
Oke
and
stone
:
And
of
another
set
in
Sicily
,
That
could
discerne
the
Carthaginian
Nauy
,
And
number
them
distinctly
,
leauing
harbor
,
Though
full
a
day
and
nights
faile
distant
thence
:
But
these
things
(
Reuerend
Fathers
)
I
conceiue
,
Hardly
appeare
to
you
worth
graue
beliefe
:
And
therefore
since
such
strange
things
haue
beene
seene
In
my
so
deepe
and
foule
detractions
,
By
only
Lyncean
Pompey
;
who
was
most
Lou'd
and
beleeu'd
of
Romes
most
famous
whore
,
Infamous
Flora
;
by
so
fine
a
man
As
Galba
,
or
Sarmentus
;
any
iester
Or
flatterer
may
draw
through
a
Ladyes
Ring
;
By
one
that
all
his
Souldiers
call
in
scorne
Great
Agamemnon
,
or
the
king
of
men
;
I
rest
vnmou'd
with
him
;
and
yeeld
to
you
To
right
my
wrongs
,
or
his
abuse
allow
.
Cat.
My
Lords
,
ye
make
all
Rome
amaz'd
to
heare
.
Pom.
Away
,
I
le
heare
no
more
;
I
heare
it
thunder
My
Lords
;
All
you
that
loue
the
good
of
Rome
,
I
charge
ye
,
follow
me
;
all
such
as
slay
,
Are
friends
to
Caesar
,
and
their
Countreys
foes
.
Caes.
Th'
euent
will
fall
out
contrary
,
my
Lords
.
1
Cons.
Goe
,
thou
art
a
thiefe
to
Rome
,
discharge
thine
army
,
Or
be
proclaim'd
,
forthwith
,
her
open
foe
.
2
Cons.
Pompey
,
I
charge
thee
,
helpe
thy
iniur'd
Country
With
what
powers
thou
hast
arm'd
,
and
leuy
more
.
The
Ruffians
.
Warre
,
warre
,
O
Caesar
.
Sen.
and
Peop.
Peace
,
peace
,
worthy
Pompey
.
Act
II.
Scene
I.
Enter
Fronto
all
ragg'd
,
in
an
ouer
growne
red
Beard
,
black
head
,
with
a
Halter
in
his
hand
,
looking
about
.
WArres
,
warres
,
and
presses
,
fly
in
fire
about
;
No
more
can
I
lurke
in
my
lasie
corners
,
Nor
shifting
courses
:
and
with
honest
meanes
To
rack
my
miserable
life
out
,
more
,
The
rack
is
not
so
fearefull
;
when
dishonest
And
villanous
fashions
faile
me
;
can
I
hope
To
liue
with
virtuous
?
or
to
raise
my
fortunes
By
creeping
vp
in
Souldierly
degrees
?
Since
villany
varied
thorow
all
his
figures
,
Will
put
no
better
case
on
me
then
this
;
Despaire
!
come
sease
me
:
I
had
able
meanes
;
And
spent
all
in
the
swinge
of
lewd
affections
;
Plung'd
in
all
riot
,
and
the
rage
of
blood
;
In
full
assurance
that
being
knaue
enough
,
Barbarous
enough
,
base
,
ignorant
enough
,
I
needs
must
haue
enough
,
while
this
world
lasted
;
Yet
,
since
I
am
a
poore
,
and
ragged
knaue
,
My
rags
disgace
my
knauery
so
,
that
none
Will
thinke
I
am
knaue
;
as
if
good
clothes
Were
knacks
to
know
a
knaue
;
when
all
men
know
He
has
no
liuing
?
which
knacks
since
my
knauery
Can
shew
no
more
;
and
only
shew
is
all
That
this
world
cares
for
;
I
le
stop
out
of
all
The
cares
't
is
steept
in
.
He
offers
to
hang
himselfe
.
Thunder
,
and
the
Gulfe
opens
,
flames
issuing
;
and
Ophioneus
ascending
,
with
the
face
,
wings
,
and
taile
of
a
Dragon
;
a
skin
coate
all
speckled
on
the
throat
.
Oph.
Hold
Rascall
,
hang
thy selfe
in
these
dayes
?
The
only
time
that
euer
was
for
a
Rascall
to
liue
in
?
Fron.
How
chance
I
cannot
liue
then
?
Oph.
Either
th'
art
not
rascall
nor
villaine
enough
;
Or
else
thou
dost
not
pretend
honesty
And
piety
enough
to
disguise
it
.
Fro.
That
's
certaine
,
for
euery
asse
does
that
.
What
art
thou
?
Oph.
A
villaine
worse
then
thou
.
Fro.
And
dost
breathe
?
Oph.
I
speake
thou
hear'st
,
I
moue
,
my
pulse
beates
Fast
as
thine
.
Fro.
And
wherefore
liu'st
thou
?
Oph.
The
world
's
out
of
frame
,
a
thousand
Rulers
Wresting
it
this
way
,
and
that
,
with
as
many
Religions
;
when
,
as
heauens
vpper
Sphere
is
mou'd
Onely
by
one
;
so
should
the
Sphere
of
earth
be
,
and
I
le
haue
it
so
.
Fro.
How
canst
thou
?
what
art
thou
?
Oph.
My
shape
may
tell
thee
.
Fro.
No
man
?
Oph.
Man
?
no
,
spawne
of
a
clot
,
none
of
that
cursed
Crew
,
damn'd
in
the
masse
it selfe
;
plagu'd
in
his
birth
,
Confinde
to
creepe
below
,
and
wrestle
with
the
Elements
;
Teach
himselfe
tortures
;
kill
himselfe
,
hang
himselfe
;
No
such
gally
slaue
,
but
at
warre
with
heauen
;
Spurning
the
power
of
the
gods
,
command
the
Elements
.
Fro.
What
maist
thou
be
then
?
Oph.
An
endlesse
friend
of
thine
;
an
immortall
deuill
.
Fro.
Heauen
blesse
vs
.
Oph.
Nay
then
,
forth
,
goe
,
hang
thy selfe
,
and
thou
talk'st
Of
heauen
once
.
Fro.
I
haue
done
;
what
deuill
art
thou
?
Oph.
Read
the
old
stoick
Pherecides
,
that
tels
thee
Me
truly
,
and
sayes
that
I
Ophioneus
(
for
so
is
My
name
.
)
Fro.
Ophioneus
?
what
's
that
?
Oph.
Deuilish
Serpent
,
by
interpretation
;
was
generall
Captaine
of
that
rebellious
host
of
spirits
that
Wag'd
warre
with
heauen
.
Fro.
And
so
were
hurl'd
downe
to
hell
.
Oph.
We
were
so
;
and
yet
haue
the
rule
of
earth
;
and
cares
Any
man
for
the
worst
of
hell
then
?
Fro.
Why
should
he
?
Oph.
Well
said
;
what
's
thy
name
now
?
Fro.
My
name
is
Fronto
.
Oph.
Fronto
?
A
good
one
;
and
has
Fronto
liu'd
thus
long
In
Rome
?
lost
his
state
at
dice
?
murther'd
his
Brother
for
his
meanes
?
spent
all
?
run
thorow
worse
Offices
since
?
beene
a
Promoter
?
a
Purueyor
?
a
Pander
?
A
Sumner
?
a
Sergeant
?
an
Intelligencer
?
and
at
last
Hang
thy selfe
?
Fro.
How
the
deuill
knowes
he
all
this
?
Oph.
Why
thou
art
a
most
greene
Plouer
in
policy
,
I
Perceiue
;
and
maist
drinke
Golte-foote
,
for
all
thy
Horsemane
beard
:
S'light
,
what
need
hast
Thou
to
hang
thy selfe
?
as
if
there
were
a
dearth
Of
hangmen
in
the
land
?
Thou
liu'st
in
a
good
cheape
State
,
a
man
may
be
hang'd
here
for
a
little
,
or
Nothing
.
What
's
the
reason
of
thy
desperation
?
Fro.
My
idle
dissolute
life
,
is
thrust
out
of
all
his
corners
By
this
searching
tumult
now
on
foot
in
Rome
.
—
Caesar
now
and
Pompey
Are
both
for
battaile
:
Pompey
(
in
his
feare
Of
Caesars
greater
force
)
is
sending
hence
His
wife
and
children
,
and
he
bent
to
fly
.
Enter
Pompey
running
ouer
the
Stage
with
his
wife
and
children
,
Gabinius
,
Demetrius
,
Vibius
,
Pages
;
other
Senators
,
the
Consuls
and
all
following
.
See
,
all
are
on
their
wings
;
and
all
the
City
In
such
an
vproare
,
as
if
fire
and
sword
Were
ransacking
,
and
ruining
their
houses
,
No
idle
person
now
can
lurke
neare
Rome
,
All
must
to
armes
;
or
shake
their
heeles
beneath
Her
martiall
halters
;
whose
officious
pride
I
le
shun
,
and
vse
mine
owne
swinge
:
I
be
forc't
To
helpe
my
Countrey
,
when
it
forceth
me
To
this
past-helping
pickle
?
Oph.
Goe
to
,
thou
shalt
serue
me
,
chuse
thy
profession
;
And
what
cloth
thou
wouldst
wish
to
haue
thy
Coat
Cut
out
on
.
Fro.
I
can
name
none
.
Oph.
Shall
I
be
thy
learn'd
Counsaile
?
Fro.
None
better
.
Oph.
Be
an
Archflamen
then
,
to
one
of
the
Gods
.
Fro.
Archflamen
?
what
's
that
?
Oph.
A
Priest
.
Fro.
A
Priest
?
that
nere
was
Clerke
?
Oph.
No
Clerke
?
what
then
?
The
greatest
Clerks
are
not
the
wisest
men
.
Nor
skils
it
for
degrees
in
a
knaue
,
or
a
fooles
preferment
,
Thou
shalt
rise
by
fortune
:
let
desert
rise
leisurely
Enough
,
and
by
degrees
;
fortune
preferres
headlong
,
And
comes
like
riches
to
a
man
;
huge
riches
being
Got
with
little
paines
;
and
little
with
huge
paines
.
And
For
discharge
of
the
Priesthood
,
what
thou
wantst
In
learning
,
thou
shalt
take
out
in
goodfellowship
:
Thou
shalt
equiuocate
with
the
Sophister
,
prate
with
The
Lawyer
,
scrape
with
the
Vsurer
,
drinke
with
the
Dutchman
,
sweare
with
the
French
man
,
cheat
With
the
English
man
,
brag
with
the
Scot
,
and
Turne
all
this
to
Religion
,
Hoc
est
regnum
Deorum
Gentibus
.
Fro.
All
this
I
can
doe
to
a
haire
.
Oph.
Very
good
,
wilt
thou
shew
thy selfe
deepely
learn'd
too
,
And
to
liue
licentiously
here
,
care
for
nothing
hereafter
?
Fro.
Not
for
hell
?
Oph.
For
hell
?
soft
Sir
;
hop'st
thou
to
purchase
hell
With
only
dicing
or
whoring
away
thy
liuing
?
Murthering
thy
brother
,
and
so
forth
?
No
there
Remaine
works
of
a
higher
hand
and
deeper
braine
,
To
obtaine
hell
.
Thinkst
thou
earths
great
Potentates
haue
gotten
their
places
there
with
Any
single
act
of
murther
,
poysoning
,
adutery
,
And
the
rest
?
No
;
t
is
a
purchase
for
all
manner
Of
villany
;
especially
,
that
may
be
priuiledg'd
By
Authority
;
colourd
with
holinesse
,
and
enioyd
With
pleasure
.
Fro.
O
this
were
most
honourable
and
admirable
.
Oph.
Why
such
an
admirable
honorable
villane
shalt
Thou
be
.
Fro.
Is
't
possible
?
Oph.
Make
no
doubt
on
't
;
I
le
inspire
thee
.
Fro.
Sacred
and
puissant
.
He
kneeles
.
Oph.
Away
;
Companion
and
friend
,
giue
me
thy
Hand
;
say
,
dost
not
loue
me
?
art
not
enamourd
Of
my
acquaintance
?
Fro.
Protest
I
am
.
Oph.
Well
said
,
protest
and
t
is
enough
.
And
know
for
Infallible
;
I
haue
promotion
for
thee
;
both
here
,
and
Hereafter
;
which
not
one
great
one
amongst
Millions
shall
euer
aspire
to
.
Alexander
,
nor
great
Cyrus
,
retaine
those
titles
in
hell
,
that
they
did
On
earth
:
Fro.
No
?
Oph.
No
:
he
that
sold
Seacoale
here
,
shall
be
A
Baron
there
;
he
that
was
a
cheating
Rogue
here
,
shall
be
a
Iustice
of
peace
there
;
A
knaue
here
,
a
knight
there
.
In
the
meane
Space
,
learne
what
it
is
to
liue
;
and
thou
shalt
Haue
Chopines
at
commandment
to
any
height
Of
life
thou
canst
wish
.
Fro.
I
feare
my
fall
is
too
low
.
Oph.
Too
low
foole
?
hast
thou
not
heard
of
Vulcans
falling
Out
of
heauen
?
Light
a
thy
legges
,
and
no
matter
Though
thou
halt'st
with
thy
best
friend
euer
after
;
t
is
The
more
comely
and
fashionable
.
Better
goe
lame
In
the
fashion
with
Pompey
,
then
neuer
so
vpright
,
Quite
out
of
the
fashon
with
Cato
.
Fro.
Yet
you
cannot
change
the
old
fashion
(
they
say
)
And
hide
your
clouen
feet
.
Oph.
No
?
I
can
weare
Roses
that
shall
spread
quite
Ouer
them
.
Fro.
For
loue
of
the
fashion
doe
then
.
Oph.
Goe
to
;
I
will
hereafter
.
Fro.
But
for
the
Priesthood
you
offer
me
,
I
affect
it
not
.
Oph.
No
?
what
saist
thou
to
a
rich
office
then
?
Fro.
The
only
second
meanes
to
raise
a
rascall
In
the
earth
.
Oph.
Goe
to
;
I
le
helpe
thee
to
the
best
i
th
earth
then
:
And
that
's
in
Sicilia
;
the
very
storehouse
of
the
Romanes
,
where
the
Lord
chiefe
Censor
there
Lyes
now
a
dying
;
whose
soule
I
will
haue
;
and
Thou
shalt
haue
his
office
.
Fro.
Excellent
;
was
euer
great
office
better
supplied
?
Exeunt
.
Nuntius
.
Now
is
the
mighty
Empresse
of
the
earth
(
Great
Rome
)
fast
lockt
vp
in
her
fancied
strength
,
All
broke
in
vproares
;
fearing
the
iust
gods
In
plagues
will
drowne
her
so
abused
blessings
.
In
which
feare
,
all
without
her
wals
,
fly
in
;
By
both
their
iarring
Champions
rushing
out
;
And
those
that
were
within
,
as
fast
fly
forth
;
The
Consuls
both
are
fled
without
one
rite
Of
sacrifice
submitted
to
the
gods
,
As
euer
heretofore
their
custome
was
When
they
began
the
bloody
frights
of
warre
.
In
which
our
two
great
Souldiers
now
encountring
,
Since
both
left
Rome
,
oppos'd
in
bitter
skirmish
,
Pompey
(
not
willing
yet
to
hazard
battaile
,
By
Catos
counsaile
,
vrging
good
cause
)
fled
:
Which
firing
Caesars
spirit
;
he
pursu'd
So
home
,
and
fiercely
,
that
great
Pompey
skorning
The
heart
he
tooke
,
by
his
aduised
flight
,
Despisde
aduice
as
much
as
his
pursuite
.
And
as
in
Lybia
,
an
aged
Lion
,
Vrg'd
from
his
peacefull
couert
,
feares
the
light
With
his
vnready
and
diseas'd
appearance
,
Giues
way
to
chace
a
while
,
and
coldly
hunts
,
Till
with
the
youthfull
hunters
wanton
heat
,
He
all
his
coole
wrath
frets
into
a
flame
:
And
then
his
sides
he
swinges
with
his
Sterne
,
To
lash
his
strenth
vp
,
let
's
downe
all
his
browes
About
his
burning
eyes
;
erects
his
mane
,
Breakes
all
his
throat
in
thunders
,
and
to
wreake
His
hunters
insolence
,
his
heart
euen
barking
;
He
frees
his
fury
,
turnes
,
and
rushes
back
With
such
a
gastly
horror
,
that
in
heapes
,
His
proud
foes
fly
,
and
he
that
station
keepes
:
So
Pompeys
coole
spirits
,
put
to
all
their
heat
By
Caesars
hard
pursuit
he
turnd
fresh
head
,
And
flew
vpon
his
foe
with
such
a
rapture
As
tooke
vp
into
furies
,
all
friends
feares
;
Who
fir'd
with
his
first
turning
,
all
turnd
head
,
And
gaue
so
fierce
a
charge
,
their
followers
fled
,
Whose
instant
issue
on
their
both
sides
,
see
,
And
after
set
out
such
a
tragedy
,
As
all
the
Princes
of
the
earth
may
come
To
take
their
patternes
by
the
spirits
of
Rome
.
Alarme
,
after
which
enter
Caesar
following
Crassinius
calling
to
the
Souldiers
.
Crass.
Stay
cowherd
,
fly
ye
Caesars
fortunes
?
Caes.
Forbeare
foolish
Crassinius
,
we
contend
in
vaine
To
stay
these
vapours
,
and
must
raise
our
Campe
.
Crass.
How
shall
we
rise
(
my
Lord
)
but
all
in
vproares
,
Being
still
pursude
?
Enter
Acilius
.
The
pursuit
stayes
,
my
Lord
,
Pompey
hath
sounded
a
retreat
,
resigning
His
time
to
you
to
vse
,
in
instant
raysing
Your
ill-lodg'd
army
,
pitching
now
where
fortune
May
good
amends
make
for
her
fault
to day
.
Caes.
It
was
not
fortunes
fault
,
but
mine
Acilius
,
To
giue
my
foe
charge
,
being
so
neare
the
sea
,
Where
well
I
knew
the
eminence
of
his
strength
,
And
should
haue
driuen
th'
encounter
further
off
;
Bearing
before
me
such
a
goodly
Country
,
So
plentifull
,
and
rich
,
in
all
things
fit
To
haue
suppli'd
my
armies
want
with
victuals
,
And
th'
able
Cities
too
,
to
strengthen
it
,
Of
Macedon
and
Thessaly
,
where
now
I
rather
was
besieg'd
for
want
of
food
,
Then
did
assault
with
fighting
force
of
armes
.
Enter
Anthony
,
Vibius
,
with
others
.
Ant.
See
,
Sir
,
here
's
one
friend
of
your
foes
recouer'd
.
Caes.
Vibius
?
In
happy
houre
.
Vib.
For
me
vnhappy
.
Caes.
What
?
brought
against
your
will
?
Vib.
Else
had
not
come
.
Ant.
Sir
,
hee
's
your
prisoner
,
but
had
made
you
his
,
Had
all
the
rest
pursu'd
the
chace
like
him
;
He
draue
on
like
a
fury
;
past
all
friends
,
But
we
that
tooke
him
quick
in
his
engagement
.
Caes.
O
Vibius
,
you
deserue
to
pay
a
ransome
Of
infinite
rate
,
for
had
your
Generall
ioyn'd
In
your
addression
,
or
knowne
how
to
conquer
;
This
day
had
prou'd
him
the
supreame
of
Caesar
.
Vib.
Knowne
how
to
conquer
?
His
fiue
hundred
Conquests
Atchieu'd
ere
this
day
,
make
that
doubt
vnfit
For
him
that
flyes
him
;
for
,
of
issues
doubtfull
Who
can
at
all
times
put
on
for
the
best
?
If
I
were
mad
,
must
hee
his
army
venture
In
my
engagement
?
Nor
are
Generalls
euer
Their
powers
disposers
,
by
their
proper
Angels
,
But
trust
against
them
,
oftentimes
,
their
Counsailes
,
Wherein
,
I
doubt
not
,
Caesars
selfe
hath
err'd
Sometimes
,
as
well
as
Pompey
.
Caes.
Or
done
worse
,
In
disobeying
my
Counsaile
(
Vibius
)
Of
which
,
this
dayes
abused
light
is
witnesse
;
By
which
I
might
haue
seene
a
course
secure
Of
this
discomfiture
.
Ant.
Amends
sits
euer
Aboue
repentance
,
what
's
done
,
wish
not
vndone
;
But
that
prepared
patience
that
you
know
Best
fits
a
souldier
charg'd
with
hardest
fortunes
;
Asks
still
your
vse
,
since
powers
still
temperate
kept
Ope
still
the
clearer
eyes
by
one
faults
sight
To
place
the
next
act
,
in
the
surer
right
.
Caes.
You
prompt
me
nobly
Sir
,
repayring
in
me
Mine
owne
stayes
practice
,
out
of
whose
repose
The
strong
convulsions
of
my
spirits
forc't
me
Thus
farre
beyond
my
temper
;
but
good
Vibius
,
Be
ransom'd
with
my
loue
,
and
haste
to
Pompey
,
Entreating
him
from
me
,
that
we
may
meet
,
And
for
that
reason
which
I
know
this
day
(
Was
giuen
by
Cato
,
for
his
pursutes
stay
Which
was
preuention
of
our
Romane
blood
)
Propose
my
offer
of
our
hearty
peace
.
That
being
reconcil'd
,
and
mutuall
faith
Giuen
on
our
either
part
,
not
three
dayes
light
May
further
shew
vs
foes
,
but
(
both
our
armies
Disperst
in
Garisons
)
we
may
returne
Within
that
time
to
Italy
,
such
friends
As
in
our
Countryes
loue
,
containe
our
splenes
Vib.
T
is
offerd
,
Sir
,
'boue
the
rate
of
Caesar
In
other
men
,
but
in
what
I
approue
Beneath
his
merits
:
which
I
will
not
faile
T'
enforce
at
full
to
Pompey
,
nor
forget
In
any
time
the
gratitude
of
my
seruice
.
Vi.
salutes
Ant.
and
the
other
,
&
exit
.
Caes.
Your
loue
,
Sir
,
and
your
friendship
.
Ant.
This
prepares
a
good
induction
to
the
change
of
fortune
,
In
this
dayes
issue
,
if
the
pride
it
kindles
In
Pompeys
vaines
,
makes
him
deny
a
peace
So
gently
offerd
:
for
her
alterd
hand
Works
neuer
surer
from
her
ill
to
good
On
his
side
she
hath
hurt
,
and
on
the
other
With
other
changes
,
then
when
meanes
are
vsde
To
keepe
her
constant
,
yet
retire
refusde
.
Caes.
I
try
no
such
conclusion
,
but
desire
Directly
peace
.
In
meane
space
I
le
prepare
For
other
issue
in
my
vtmost
meanes
;
Whose
hopes
now
resting
at
Brundusium
,
In
that
part
of
my
army
,
with
Sabinus
,
I
wonder
he
so
long
delaies
to
bring
me
,
And
must
in
person
haste
him
,
if
this
Euen
I
heare
not
from
him
.
Crass.
That
(
I
hope
)
flyes
farre
Your
full
intent
,
my
Lord
,
since
Pompeys
navie
,
You
know
,
lies
houering
all
alongst
those
seas
,
In
too
much
danger
,
for
what
ayde
soeuer
You
can
procure
to
passe
your
person
safe
.
Acil.
Which
doubt
may
proue
the
cause
that
stayes
Sabinus
;
And
,
if
with
shipping
fit
to
passe
your
army
,
He
yet
straines
time
to
venture
,
I
presume
You
will
not
passe
your
person
with
such
Conuoy
Of
those
poore
vessels
,
as
may
serue
you
here
.
Caes.
How
shall
I
helpe
it
?
shall
I
suffer
this
Torment
of
his
delay
?
and
rack
suspitions
Worse
then
assur'd
destructions
through
my
thoughts
.
Anth.
Past
doubt
he
will
be
here
;
I
left
all
orderd
,
And
full
agreement
made
with
him
to
make
All
vtmost
haste
,
no
least
let
once
suspected
.
Caes.
Suspected
?
what
suspection
should
feare
a
friend
In
such
assur'd
streights
from
his
friends
enlargement
.
If
t
were
his
souldiers
safeties
he
so
tenders
,
Were
it
not
better
they
should
sinke
by
sea
,
Then
wrack
their
number
,
King
and
cause
ashore
?
Their
stay
is
worth
their
ruine
,
should
we
liue
,
If
they
in
fault
were
?
if
their
leader
!
he
Sould
dye
the
deaths
of
all
;
in
meane
space
,
I
That
should
not
,
beare
all
,
fly
the
sight
in
shame
,
Thou
eye
of
nature
,
and
abortiue
night
Fall
dead
amongst
vs
:
with
defects
,
defects
Must
serue
proportion
;
iustice
neuer
can
Be
else
restor'd
,
nor
right
the
wrongs
of
man
.
Exeunt
.
Pompey
,
Cato
,
Gabinius
,
Demetrius
,
Athenodorus
,
Porcius
,
Statilius
.
Pomp.
This
charge
of
our
fierce
foe
,
the
firiendly
gods
Haue
in
our
stregthen'd
spirits
beaten
back
With
happy
issue
,
and
his
forces
lessen'd
,
Of
two
and
thirty
Ensignes
forc't
from
him
,
Two
thousand
souldiers
slaine
.
Cat.
O
boast
not
that
,
Their
losse
is
yours
,
my
Lord
.
Pomp.
I
boast
it
not
,
But
only
name
the
number
.
Gab.
Which
right
well
You
might
haue
raisde
so
high
,
that
on
their
tops
Your
Throne
was
offer'd
,
euer
t'
ouerlooke
Subuerted
Caesar
,
had
you
beene
so
blest
To
giue
such
honor
to
your
Captaines
Counsailes
As
their
alacrities
did
long
to
merit
With
proofefull
action
.
Dem.
O
t
was
ill
neglected
.
Stat.
It
was
deferr'd
with
reason
,
which
not
yet
Th'
euent
so
cleare
is
to
confute
.
Pom.
If
t
were
,
Our
likeliest
then
was
,
not
to
hazard
battaile
,
Th'
aduenture
being
so
casuall
;
if
compar'd
With
our
more
certaine
meanes
to
his
subuersion
?
For
finding
now
our
army
amply
storde
With
all
things
fit
to
tarry
surer
time
,
Reason
thought
better
to
extend
to
length
The
warre
betwixt
vs
;
that
his
little
strength
May
by
degrees
proue
none
;
which
vrged
now
,
(
Consisting
of
his
best
and
ablest
souldiers
)
We
should
haue
found
at
one
direct
set
battaile
Of
matchlesse
valours
;
their
defects
of
victuall
Not
tyring
yet
enough
on
their
tough
nerues
,
Where
,
on
the
other
part
,
to
put
them
still
In
motion
,
and
remotion
,
here
and
there
;
Enforcing
them
to
fortifying
still
Where euer
they
set
downe
;
to
siege
a
wall
,
Keepe
watch
all
night
in
armour
:
their
most
part
Can
neuer
beare
it
,
by
their
yeares
oppression
;
Spent
heretofore
too
much
in
those
steele
toyles
.
Cat.
I
so
aduisde
,
and
yet
repent
it
not
,
But
much
reioyce
in
so
much
saued
blood
As
had
beene
pour'd
out
in
the
stroke
of
battaile
,
Whose
fury
thus
preuented
,
comprehends
Your
Countreys
good
,
and
Empires
;
in
whose
care
Let
me
beseech
you
that
in
all
this
warre
,
You
sack
no
City
,
subiect
to
our
Rule
,
Nor
put
to
sword
one
Citizen
of
Rome
;
But
when
the
needfull
fury
of
the
sword
Can
make
no
fit
distinction
in
maine
battaile
,
That
you
will
please
still
to
prolong
the
stroke
Of
absolute
decision
to
these
iarres
,
Considering
you
shall
strike
it
with
a
man
Of
much
skill
and
experience
,
and
one
That
will
his
Conquest
sell
at
infinite
rate
,
If
that
must
end
your
difference
;
but
I
doubt
There
will
come
humble
offer
on
his
part
,
Of
honor'd
peace
to
you
,
for
whose
sweet
name
So
cryed
out
to
you
in
our
late-met
Senate
,
Lost
no
fit
offer
of
that
wished
treaty
.
Take
pity
on
your
Countreys
blood
as
much
As
possible
may
stand
without
the
danger
Of
hindering
her
iustice
on
her
foes
,
Which
all
the
gods
to
your
full
wish
dispose
.
Pom.
Why
will
you
leaue
vs
?
whither
will
you
goe
To
keepe
your
worthyest
person
in
more
safety
Then
in
my
army
,
so
deuoted
to
you
?
Cat.
My
person
is
the
least
,
my
Lord
,
I
value
;
I
am
commanded
by
our
powerfull
Senate
,
To
view
the
Cities
,
and
the
kingdomes
scituate
About
your
either
army
,
that
which
side
Soeuer
conquer
,
no
disordered
straglers
Puft
with
the
Conquest
,
or
by
need
impeld
,
May
take
their
swinge
more
then
the
care
of
one
May
curb
and
order
in
these
neighbor
confines
My
chiefe
passe
yet
resolues
for
Vtica
.
Pom.
Your
passe
(
my
truest
friend
,
and
worthy
Father
)
May
all
good
powers
make
safe
,
and
alwayes
answer
Your
infinite
merits
,
with
their
like
protection
.
In
which
,
I
make
no
doubt
but
we
shall
meet
With
mutuall
greetings
,
or
for
absolute
conquest
Or
peace
preuenting
that
our
bloody
stroke
,
Nor
let
our
parting
be
dishonor'd
so
,
As
not
to
take
into
our
noblest
notice
Your selfe
(
most
learned
and
admired
Father
)
Whose
merits
,
if
I
liue
,
shall
lack
no
honor
.
Porcius
,
Statilius
,
though
your
spirits
with
mine
Would
highly
chere
me
,
yet
ye
shall
bestow
them
In
much
more
worthy
conduct
;
but
loue
me
,
And
wish
me
conquest
,
for
your
Countreys
sake
.
Sta.
Our
liues
shall
seale
our
loues
,
Sir
,
with
worst
deaths
Aduentur'd
in
your
seruice
.
Pom.
Y'
are
my
friends
.
Exeunt
.
Cat.
Athen.
Por.
Sat.
These
friends
thus
gone
,
t
is
more
then
time
we
minded
Our
lost
friend
Vibius
.
Gab.
You
can
want
no
friends
,
See
,
our
two
Consuls
,
Sir
,
betwixt
them
bringing
The
worthy
Brutus
.
Enter
two
Consuls
leading
Brutus
betwixt
them
.
1
Cons.
We
attend
(
my
Lord
)
With
no
meane
friend
,
to
spirit
your
next
encounter
,
Six
thousand
of
our
choice
Patrician
youths
Brought
in
his
conduct
.
2
Cons
,
And
though
neuer
yet
He
hath
saluted
you
with
any
word
Or
looke
of
slendrest
loue
in
his
whole
life
,
Since
that
long
time
since
,
of
his
fathers
death
By
your
hand
authord
;
yet
see
,
at
your
need
He
comes
to
serue
you
freely
for
his
Country
.
Pom.
His
friendly
presence
,
making
vp
a
third
With
both
your
persons
,
I
as
gladly
welcome
,
As
if
Iones
triple
flame
had
guilt
this
field
,
And
lightn'd
on
my
right
hand
,
from
his
shield
.
Bru.
I
well
assure
my selfe
,
Sir
,
that
no
thought
In
your
ingenious
construction
,
touches
At
the
aspersion
that
my
tendred
seruice
Proceeds
from
my
despaire
of
elsewhere
safety
But
that
my
Countreys
safety
owning
iustly
My
whole
liabilities
of
life
and
fortunes
,
And
you
the
ablest
fautor
of
her
safty
,
Her
loue
,
and
(
for
your
loue
of
her
)
your
owne
Only
makes
sacred
to
your
vse
my
offering
.
Pom.
Farre
fly
all
other
thought
from
my
construction
,
And
due
acceptance
of
the
liberall
honor
,
Your
loue
hath
done
me
,
which
the
gods
are
witnesse
,
I
take
as
stirr'd
vp
in
you
by
their
fauours
,
Nor
lesse
esteeme
it
then
an
offering
holy
;
Since
,
as
of
all
things
,
man
is
said
the
measure
,
So
your
full
merits
measure
forth
a
man
.
1
Cons.
See
yet
,
my
Lord
,
more
friends
.
2
Cons.
Fiue
Kings
,
your
seruants
.
Enter
fiue
Kings
.
Hib.
Conquest
and
all
grace
crowne
the
gracious
Pompey
,
To
serue
whom
in
the
sacred
Romane
safety
,
My selfe
,
Iberias
King
,
present
my
forces
.
Thess.
And
I
that
hold
the
tributary
Throne
Of
Grecian
Thessaly
,
submit
my
homage
,
To
Rome
,
and
Pompey
.
Cil.
So
Cilicia
too
.
Epir.
And
so
Epirus
.
Thra.
Lastly
I
from
Thrace
Present
the
duties
of
my
power
and
seruice
.
Pom.
Your
royall
aides
deserue
of
Rome
and
Pompey
Our
vtmost
honors
.
O
may
now
our
fortune
Not
ballance
her
broad
breast
twixt
two
light
wings
,
Nor
on
a
slippery
globe
sustaine
her
steps
,
But
as
the
Spartans
say
,
the
Paphian
Queene
(
The
flood
Eurotas
passing
)
laid
a side
Her
Glasse
,
her
Ceston
,
and
her
amorous
graces
,
And
in
Lycurgus
fauor
;
arm'd
her
beauties
With
Shield
and
Iaueline
,
so
may
fortune
now
,
The
flood
of
all
our
enemies
forces
passing
With
her
faire
Ensignes
,
and
arriu'd
as
ours
,
Displume
her
shoulders
,
cast
off
her
wing'd
shooes
,
Her
faithlesse
,
and
still-rowling
stone
spurne
from
her
,
And
enter
our
powers
as
she
may
remaine
Our
firme
assistent
:
that
the
generall
aydes
,
Fauours
,
and
honors
you
performe
to
Rome
,
May
make
her
build
with
you
her
endlesse
home
.
Omn.
The
gods
vouchsafe
it
;
and
our
causes
right
Dem.
What
suddaine
Shade
is
this
?
obserue
my
Lords
,
The
night
,
me thinks
,
comes
on
before
her
houre
.
Thunder
and
lightning
.
Gab.
Nor
trust
me
if
my
thoughts
conceiue
not
so
.
Bru.
What
thin
clouds
fly
the
winds
,
like
swiftest
shafts
Along
aires
middle
region
.
1
Cons.
They
presage
Vnusuall
tempests
.
2
Cons.
And
t
is
their
repaire
,
That
timelesse
darken
thus
the
gloomy
ayre
.
Pom.
Let
's
force
no
omen
from
it
,
but
avoid
The
vapors
furies
now
by
Ioue
employd
.
Thunder
continued
,
and
Caesar
enters
disguisde
.
The
wrathfull
tempest
of
the
angry
night
,
Where
hell
flyes
mufl'd
vp
in
clouds
of
pitch
,
Mingl'd
with
Sulphure
,
and
those
dreadfull
bolts
,
The
Cyclops
Ram
in
Ioues
Artillery
,
Hath
rousde
the
furies
,
arm'd
in
all
their
horrors
,
Vp
to
the
enuious
seas
,
in
spight
of
Caesar
.
O
night
,
O
ielous
night
,
of
all
the
noblest
Beauties
,
and
glories
,
where
the
gods
haue
stroke
Their
foure
digestions
,
from
thy
gastly
Chaos
,
Blush
thus
to
drowne
them
all
in
this
houre
sign'd
By
the
necessity
of
fate
for
Caesar
.
I
that
haue
ransackt
all
the
world
for
worth
,
To
forme
in
man
the
image
of
the
gods
,
Must
like
them
haue
the
power
to
check
the
worst
Of
all
things
vnder
their
celestiall
Empire
,
Stoope
it
,
and
burst
it
,
or
breake
through
it
all
,
With
vse
and
safety
,
till
the
Crowne
be
set
On
all
my
actions
;
that
the
hand
of
nature
In
all
her
worst
works
ayming
at
an
end
,
May
in
a
master-peece
of
hers
be
seru'd
With
tops
,
and
state
fit
for
his
virtuous
Crowne
:
Not
lift
arts
thus
farre
vp
in
glorious
frame
,
To
let
them
vanish
thus
in
smoke
and
shame
.
This
riuer
Anius
(
in
whose
mouth
now
lyes
A
Pynnace
I
would
passe
in
,
to
fetch
on
My
armies
dull
rest
from
Brundusium
)
That
is
at
all
times
else
exceeding
calme
,
(
By
reason
of
a
purling
winde
that
flyes
Off
from
the
shore
each
morning
,
driuing
vp
The
billows
farre
to
sea
)
in
this
night
yet
,
Beares
such
a
terrible
gale
;
put
off
from
sea
,
As
beats
the
land
wind
back
,
and
thrusts
the
flood
Vp
in
such
vproare
,
that
no
boat
dare
stirre
And
on
it
is
disperst
all
Pompeys
nauy
To
make
my
perill
yet
more
enuious
.
Shall
I
yet
shrinke
for
all
?
were
all
,
yet
more
?
There
is
a
certaine
need
that
I
must
giue
Way
to
my
passe
;
none
,
knowne
,
that
I
must
liue
.
Enter
Master
of
a
ship
with
Sailors
Mast.
What
battaile
is
there
sought
now
in
the
ayre
.
That
threats
the
wrack
of
nature
?
Caes.
Master
?
come
.
Shall
we
thrust
through
it
all
?
Mast.
What
lost
man
,
Art
thou
in
hopes
and
fortunes
,
that
dar'st
make
So
desperate
a
motion
.
Caes.
Launch
man
,
and
all
thy
feares
fraight
disauow
,
Thou
carriest
Caesar
and
his
fortunes
now
.
Act
III.
Scene
I.
Pompey
,
two
Consuls
,
fiue
Kings
,
Brutus
,
Gabinitis
,
Demetrius
.
NOw
to
Pharsalia
,
where
the
smarting
strokes
Of
our
resolu'd
contention
must
resound
,
(
My
Lords
and
friends
of
Rome
)
I
giue
you
all
Such
welcome
as
the
spirit
of
all
my
fortunes
,
Conquests
,
and
triumphs
(
now
come
for
their
crowne
)
Can
crowne
your
fauours
with
,
and
serue
the
hopes
Of
my
deare
Country
,
to
her
vtmost
wish
;
I
can
but
set
vp
all
my
being
to
giue
So
good
an
end
to
my
forerunning
Acts
;
The
powers
in
me
that
formd
them
hauing
lost
No
least
time
since
,
in
gathering
skill
to
better
;
But
like
so
many
Bees
haue
brought
me
home
,
The
sweet
of
whatsoeuer
flowers
haue
growne
In
all
the
meades
,
and
gardens
of
the
world
.
All
which
hath
growne
still
,
as
the
time
encrease
In
which
t
was
gather'd
,
and
with
which
it
stemm'd
.
That
what
decay
soeuer
blood
inferr'd
,
Might
with
my
mindes
store
,
be
suppli'd
,
and
cher'd
,
All
which
,
in
one
fire
of
this
instant
fight
I
le
burne
,
and
sacrifice
to
euery
cinder
In
sacred
offering
to
my
Countreys
loue
,
And
therefore
what
euent
soeuer
sort
,
As
I
no
praise
will
looke
for
,
but
the
good
Freely
bestow
on
all
;
(
if
good
succeed
)
So
if
aduerse
fate
fall
,
I
wish
no
blame
,
But
th'
ill
befalne
me
,
made
my
fortunes
shame
,
Not
mine
,
nor
my
fault
.
1
Cons.
We
too
well
loue
Pompey
,
To
doe
him
that
iniustice
.
Bru.
Who
more
thirsts
The
Conquest
,
then
resolues
to
beare
the
foile
?
Pom.
Said
Brutus-like
,
giue
seuerall
witnesse
all
,
That
you
acquit
me
whatsoeuer
fall
.
2
Cons.
Particular
men
particular
fates
must
beare
,
Who
feeles
his
owne
wounds
lesse
,
to
wound
another
?
Thess.
Leaue
him
the
worst
whose
best
is
left
vndone
,
He
only
conquers
whose
minde
still
is
one
.
Epir.
Free
mindes
,
like
dice
,
fall
sqare
,
what ere
the
cast
.
Ibir.
Who
on
him selfe
sole
stands
,
stands
solely
fast
.
Thra.
He
's
neuer
downe
,
whose
minde
fights
still
aloft
.
Cil.
Who
cares
for
vp
or
downe
,
when
all
's
but
thought
.
Gab.
To
things
euents
doth
no
mans
power
extend
.
Dem.
Since
gods
rule
all
,
who
any
thing
would
mend
.
Pom.
Ye
sweetly
ease
my
charge
,
your selues
vnburthening
.
Return'd
not
yet
our
trumpet
,
sent
to
know
Of
Vibius
certaine
state
?
Gab.
Not
yet
,
my
Lord
.
Pomp.
Too
long
protract
we
all
meanes
to
recouer
His
person
quick
or
dead
,
for
I
still
thinke
His
losse
seru'd
fate
,
before
we
blew
retreat
;
Though
some
affirme
him
seene
,
soone
after
fighting
.
Dem.
Not
after
,
Sir
,
(
I
heard
)
but
ere
it
ended
.
Gab
He
bore
a
great
minde
to
extend
our
pursuit
Much
further
then
it
was
;
and
seru'd
that
day
(
When
you
had
,
like
the
true
head
of
a
battaile
,
Led
all
the
body
in
that
glorious
turne
)
Vpon
a
farre-off
Squadron
that
stood
fast
In
conduct
of
the
great
Marc
Anthony
,
When
all
the
rest
were
fled
,
so
past
a
man
That
in
their
tough
receipt
of
him
,
I
saw
him
Thrice
breake
thorow
all
with
ease
,
and
passe
as
faire
As
he
had
all
beene
fire
,
and
they
but
ayre
.
Pom.
He
stuck
at
last
yet
,
in
their
midst
,
it
seem'd
.
Gab.
So
haue
I
seene
a
fire
drake
glide
at
midnight
Before
a
dying
man
to
point
his
graue
,
And
in
it
stick
and
hide
.
Dem.
He
comes
yet
safe
.
A
Trumpet
sounds
,
and
enters
before
Vibius
,
with
others
.
Pom.
O
Vibius
,
welcome
,
what
a
prisoner
?
With
mighty
Caesar
,
and
so
quickly
ransom'd
?
Vib.
I
Sir
,
my
ransome
,
needed
little
time
,
Either
to
gaine
agreement
for
the
value
,
Or
the
disbursment
,
since
in
Caesars
grace
We
both
concluded
.
Pom.
Was
his
grace
so
free·
Vib.
For
your
respect
,
Sir
.
Pom.
Nay
,
Sir
,
for
his
glory
.
That
the
maine
Conquest
he
so
surely
builds
on
,
(
Which
euer
is
forerun
with
petty
fortunes
)
Take
not
effect
,
by
taking
any
friend
From
all
the
most
,
my
poore
defence
can
make
,
But
must
be
compleat
,
by
his
perfect
owne
.
Vib.
I
know
,
Sir
,
you
more
nobly
rate
the
freedome
He
freely
gaue
your
friend
;
then
to
peruert
it
So
past
his
wisdome
:
that
knowes
much
too
well
Th'
vncertaine
state
of
Conquest
;
to
raise
frames
Of
such
presumption
on
her
fickle
wings
,
And
chiefely
in
a
losse
so
late
,
and
grieuous
.
Besides
,
your
forces
farre
exceeding
his
,
His
whole
powers
being
but
two
and
twenty
thousand
:
And
yours
full
foure
and
forty
thousand
strong
:
For
all
which
yet
,
he
stood
as
farre
from
feare
In
my
enlargement
,
as
the
confident
glory
You
please
to
put
on
him
;
and
had
this
end
In
my
so
kinde
dismission
,
that
as
kindely
I
might
solicite
a
sure
peace
betwixt
you
.
Pom.
A
peace
?
Is
't
possible
?
Vib.
Come
,
doe
not
shew
this
wanton
incredulity
too
much
.
Pom.
Beleeue
me
I
was
farre
from
such
a
thought
In
his
high
stomack
:
Cato
prophecied
then
.
What
thinke
my
Lords
our
Consuls
,
and
friend
Brutus
?
Omn.
An
offer
happy
.
Bru.
Were
it
plaine
and
hearty
.
Pom.
I
,
there
's
the
true
inspecton
to
his
prospect
.
Bru
This
streight
of
his
perhaps
may
need
a
sleight
O
some
hid
stratagem
,
to
bring
him
off
.
Pom.
Deuices
of
a
new
fordge
to
entrap
me
?
I
rest
in
Caesars
shades
?
walke
his
strow'd
paths
?
Sleepe
in
his
quiet
waues
?
I
le
sooner
trust
Hibernian
Boggs
,
and
quicksands
;
and
hell
mouth
Take
for
my
sanctuary
:
in
bad
parts
That
no
extreames
will
better
,
natures
finger
Hath
markt
him
to
me
,
to
take
heed
of
him
.
What
thinks
my
Brutus
?
Bru.
T
is
your
best
and
safest
.
Pom.
This
offer'd
peace
of
his
is
sure
a
snare
To
make
our
warre
the
bloodier
,
whose
fit
feare
Makes
me
I
dare
not
now
(
in
thoughts
maturer
Then
late
enclin'de
me
)
put
in
vse
the
Counsaile
Your
noble
father
Cato
(
parting
)
gaue
me
,
Whose
much
too
tender
shunning
innocent
blood
,
This
battaile
hazards
now
,
that
must
cost
more
.
1
Cons.
It
does
,
and
therefore
now
no
more
deferre
it
.
Pom.
Say
all
men
so
?
Omn.
We
doe
.
Pom.
I
grieue
ye
doe
,
Because
I
rather
wish
to
erre
with
Cato
Then
with
the
truth
goe
of
the
world
besides
;
But
since
it
shall
abide
this
other
stroke
.
Ye
gods
that
our
great
Romane
Genius
Haue
made
,
not
giue
vs
one
dayes
conquest
only
,
Nor
grow
in
conquests
for
some
little
time
,
As
did
the
Genius
of
the
Macedons
;
Nor
be
by
land
great
only
,
like
Laconians
;
Nor
yet
by
sea
alone
,
as
was
th'
Athenians
;
Nor
slowly
stirr'd
vp
,
like
the
Persian
Angell
;
Nor
rockt
asleepe
soone
,
like
the
Ionian
spirit
.
But
made
our
Romane
Genius
,
fiery
,
watchfull
,
And
euen
from
Romes
prime
,
ioynd
his
youth
with
hers
,
Grow
as
she
grew
,
and
firme
as
earth
abide
,
By
her
encreasing
pomp
,
at
sea
,
and
shore
,
In
peace
,
in
battaile
;
against
Greece
as
well
As
our
Barbarian
foes
;
command
yet
further
Ye
firme
and
iust
gods
,
our
assistfull
Angell
For
Rome
,
and
Pompey
,
who
now
fights
for
Rome
;
That
all
these
royall
Lawes
,
to
vs
,
and
iustice
Of
common
safety
,
may
the
selfe-loue
drowne
Of
tyrannous
Caesar
;
and
my
care
for
all
Your
Altars
crown'd
with
endlesse
festiuall
.
Exeunt
.
Caesar
,
Anthony
,
a
Soothsayer
,
Crassinius
,
Acilius
,
with
others
.
Caes.
Say
(
sacred
Southsayer
)
and
informe
the
truth
,
What
liking
hast
thou
of
our
sacrifice
?
Sooth.
Imperiall
Caesar
,
at
your
sacred
charge
,
I
drew
a
milke
white
Oxe
into
the
Temple
,
And
turning
there
his
face
into
the
east
,
(
Fearefully
shaking
at
the
shining
light
)
Downe
fell
his
horned
forehead
to
his
hoofe
,
When
I
began
to
greet
him
with
the
stroke
,
That
should
prepare
him
for
the
holy
rites
,
With
hydeous
roares
he
laid
out
such
a
throat
As
made
the
secret
lurkings
of
the
god
To
answer
ecco-like
,
in
threatning
sounds
:
I
stroke
againe
at
him
,
and
then
he
slept
,
His
life-blood
boyling
out
at
euery
wound
In
streames
as
cleare
as
any
liquid
Ruby
,
And
there
began
to
alter
my
presage
,
The
other
ill
signes
shewing
th'
other
fortune
,
Of
your
last
skirmish
,
which
farre
opposite
now
Proues
,
ill
beginnings
good
euents
foreshew
.
For
now
the
beast
cut
vp
,
and
laid
on
th'
Altar
,
His
lims
were
all
lickt
vp
with
instant
flames
,
Not
like
the
Elementall
fire
that
burnes
In
houshold
vses
,
lamely
struggling
vp
,
This
way
and
that
way
winding
as
it
rises
,
But
(
right
and
vpright
)
reacht
his
proper
sphere
Where
burnes
the
fire
eternall
and
sincere
.
Caes.
And
what
may
that
presage
?
Sooth.
That
euen
the
spirit
Of
heauens
pure
flame
flew
downe
and
rauisht
vp
Your
offerings
blaze
in
that
religious
instant
,
Which
shewes
th'
alacritie
and
cheerefull
virtue
Of
heauens
free
bounty
,
doing
good
in
time
,
And
with
what
swiftnesse
true
deuotions
clime
.
Omn.
The
gods
be
honor'd
.
Sooth.
O
behold
with
wonder
,
The
sacred
blaze
is
like
a
torch
enlightned
,
Directly
burning
iust
aboue
your
campe
!
Omn.
Miraculous
.
Sooth.
Beleeue
it
,
with
all
thanks
:
The
Romane
Genius
is
alterd
now
,
And
armes
for
Caesar
.
Caes.
Soothsayer
be
for
euer
Reuerenc't
of
Caesar
.
O
Marc
Anthony
,
I
thought
to
raise
my
camp
,
and
all
my
tents
,
Tooke
downe
for
swift
remotion
to
Scotussa
.
Shall
now
our
purpose
hold
?
Anth.
Against
the
gods
?
They
grace
in
th'
instant
,
and
in
th'
instant
we
Must
adde
our
parts
,
and
be
in
th'
vse
as
free
.
Crass.
See
Sir
,
the
scouts
returne
.
Enter
two
scouts
.
Caes.
What
newes
,
my
friends
?
1
Scou.
Arme
,
arme
,
my
Lord
;
the
voward
of
the
foe
Is
rang'd
already
:
2
Scou.
Answer
them
,
and
arme
:
You
cannot
set
your
rest
of
battell
vp
In
happyer
houre
;
for
I
this
night
beheld
A
strange
confusion
in
your
enemies
campe
,
The
souldiers
taking
armes
in
all
dismay
,
And
hurling
them
againe
as
fast
to
earth
.
Euery
way
routing
;
as
th'
alarme
were
then
Giuen
to
their
army
.
A
most
causelesse
feare
Disperst
quite
through
them
.
Caes.
Then
t
was
Ioue
himselfe
That
with
his
secret
finger
stirr'd
in
them
.
Crass.
Other
presages
of
successe
(
my
Lord
)
Haue
strangely
hapn'd
in
th'
adiacent
Cities
,
To
this
your
army
:
for
in
Tralleis
,
Within
a
Temple
,
built
to
Victory
,
There
stands
a
statue
of
your
forme
and
name
,
Neare
whose
firme
base
,
euen
from
the
marble
pauement
,
There
sprang
a
Palme
tree
vp
,
in
this
last
night
,
That
seemes
to
crowne
your
statue
with
his
boughs
,
Spred
in
wrapt
shadowes
round
about
your
browes
.
Caes.
The
signe
,
Crassinius
,
is
most
strange
and
gracefull
,
Nor
could
get
issue
,
but
by
power
diuine
;
Yet
will
not
that
,
nor
all
abodes
besides
(
Of
neuer
such
kinde
promise
of
successe
)
Performe
it
without
tough
acts
of
our
owne
.
No
care
,
no
nerue
the
lesse
to
be
emploid
;
No
offering
to
the
gods
,
no
vowes
,
no
prayers
:
Secure
and
idle
spirits
neuer
thriue
When
most
the
gods
for
their
aduancements
striue
.
And
therefore
tell
me
what
abodes
thou
buildst
on
In
an
spirit
to
act
,
enflam'd
in
thee
,
Or
in
our
Souldiers
seene
resolu'd
addresses
?
Crass.
Great
and
firy
virtue
.
And
this
day
Be
sure
(
great
Caesar
)
of
effects
as
great
In
absolute
conquest
;
to
which
are
prepar'd
Enforcements
resolute
,
from
this
arm'd
hand
,
Which
thou
shalt
praise
me
for
aliue
or
dead
.
Caes.
Aliue
(
ye
gods
vouchsafe
)
and
my
true
vowes
For
life
in
him
(
great
heauen
)
for
all
my
foes
(
Being
naturall
Romans
)
so
farre
ioyntly
heare
As
may
not
hurt
our
Conquest
;
as
with
feare
Which
thou
already
strangely
hast
diffusde
Through
all
their
army
;
which
extend
to
flight
Without
one
bloody
stroke
of
force
and
fight
.
Anth.
T
is
time
,
my
Lord
,
you
put
in
forme
your
battell
.
Caes.
Since
we
must
fight
then
,
and
no
offerd
peace
Will
take
with
Pompey
:
I
reioyce
to
see
This
long-time
lookt
for
,
and
most
happy
day
,
In
which
we
now
shall
fight
,
with
men
,
not
hunger
,
With
toyles
,
not
sweats
of
blood
through
yeares
extended
,
This
one
day
seruing
to
decide
all
iarres
Twixt
me
and
Pompey
.
Hang
out
of
my
tent
My
Crimsine
coat
of
armes
,
to
giue
my
souldiers
That
euer-sure
signe
of
resolu'd-for
fight
.
Crass.
These
hands
shall
giue
that
signe
to
all
their
longings
.
Exit
Crass
.
Caes.
My
Lord
,
my
army
,
I
thinke
best
to
order
In
three
full
Squadrons
:
of
which
let
me
pray
Your selfe
would
take
on
you
the
left
wings
charge
;
My selfe
will
lead
the
right
wing
,
and
my
place
Of
fight
elect
in
my
tenth
legion
:
My
battell
by
Domitius
Calvinus
Shall
take
direction
.
The
Cote
of
Armes
is
hung
out
,
and
the
Souldiers
shoute
within
.
An.
Heark
,
your
souldiers
shoute
For
ioy
to
see
your
bloody
Cote
of
Armes
Assure
their
fight
this
morning
.
Caes.
A
blest
Euen
Bring
on
them
worthy
comforts
.
And
ye
gods
Performe
your
good
presages
in
euents
Of
fit
crowne
for
our
discipline
,
and
deeds
Wrought
vp
by
conquest
;
that
my
vse
of
it
May
wipe
the
hatefull
and
vnworthy
slaine
Of
Tyrant
from
my
Temples
,
and
exchange
it
For
fautor
of
my
Country
,
ye
haue
giuen
That
title
to
those
poore
and
fearefull
sowles
That
euery
sound
puts
vp
,
in
frights
and
cryes
;
Euen
then
,
when
all
Romes
powers
were
weake
and
heartles
,
When
traiterous
fires
,
and
fierce
Barbarian
swords
,
Rapines
,
and
soule-expiring
slaughters
fild
Her
houses
,
Temples
,
all
her
ayre
,
and
earth
.
To
me
then
(
whom
your
bounties
haue
enform'd
With
such
a
spirit
as
despiseth
feare
;
Commands
in
either
fortune
,
knowes
,
and
armes
Against
the
worst
of
fate
;
and
therefore
can
Dispose
blest
meanes
,
encourag'd
to
the
best
)
Much
more
vouchsafe
that
honor
;
chiefely
now
,
When
Rome
wants
only
this
dayes
conquest
giuen
me
To
make
her
happy
,
to
confirme
the
brightnesse
That
yet
she
shines
in
ouer
all
the
world
;
In
Empire
,
riches
,
strife
of
all
the
Arts
,
In
gifts
of
Cities
,
and
of
kingdomes
sent
her
;
In
Crownes
laid
at
her
feet
,
in
euery
grace
That
shores
,
and
seas
,
floods
,
Islands
,
Continents
,
Groues
,
fields
,
hills
,
mines
,
and
metals
can
produce
;
All
which
I
(
victor
)
will
encrease
,
I
vow
By
all
my
good
,
acknowledg'd
giuen
by
you
.
Act
IIII
Scene
I.
Pompey
in
haste
,
Brutus
,
Gabinius
,
Vibius
following
.
THe
poyson
steep't
in
euery
vaine
of
Empire
,
In
all
the
world
,
meet
now
in
onely
me
,
Thunder
and
lighten
me
to
death
;
and
make
My
senses
feed
the
flame
,
my
soule
the
crack
.
Was
euer
soueraigne
Captaine
of
so
many
Armies
and
Nations
,
so
opprest
as
I
,
With
one
hosts
headstrong
outrage
?
vrging
fight
,
Yet
fly
about
my
campe
in
panick
terrors
;
No
reason
vnder
heauen
suggesting
cause
.
And
what
is
this
but
euen
the
gods
deterring
My
iudgement
from
enforcing
fight
this
morne
?
The
new-fled
night
made
day
with
Meteors
,
Fir'd
ouer
Caesars
campe
,
and
falne
in
mine
,
As
pointing
out
the
terrible
euents
Yet
in
suspence
;
but
where
they
threat
their
fall
Speake
not
these
prodigies
with
fiery
tongues
,
And
eloquence
that
should
not
moue
but
rauish
All
sound
mindes
,
from
thus
tempting
the
iust
gods
,
And
spitting
out
their
faire
premonishing
flames
With
brackish
rheumes
of
ruder
and
brainsick
number
,
What
's
infinitely
more
,
thus
wild
,
thus
mad
For
one
poore
fortune
of
a
beaten
few
;
To
halfe
so
many
staid
,
and
dreadfull
souldiers
?
Long
train'd
,
long
foughten
?
able
,
nimble
,
perfect
To
turne
and
winde
aduantage
euery
way
?
Encrease
with
little
,
and
enforce
with
none
?
Made
bold
as
Lyons
,
gaunt
as
famisht
wolues
,
With
still-seru'd
slaughters
,
and
continuall
toyles
.
Bru.
You
should
not
,
Sir
,
forsake
your
owne
wise
Counsell
,
Your
owne
experienc't
discipline
,
owne
practise
,
Owne
god
inspired
insight
to
all
changes
,
Of
Protean
fortune
,
and
her
zany
,
warre
,
For
hosts
,
and
hels
of
such
;
What
man
will
thinke
The
best
of
them
,
not
mad
;
to
see
them
range
So
vp
and
downe
your
campe
,
already
suing
For
offices
falne
,
by
Caesars
built
on
fall
,
Before
one
stroke
be
struck
?
Domitius
,
Spinther
,
Your
father
Scipio
new
preparing
friends
For
Caesars
place
of
vniuersall
Bishop
?
Are
you
th'
obserued
rule
,
and
voucht
example
;
Who euer
would
commend
Physitians
,
That
would
not
follow
the
diseas'd
desires
Of
their
sick
patients
?
yet
incurre
your selfe
The
faults
that
you
so
much
abhorre
in
others
.
Pom.
I
cannot
,
Sir
,
abide
mens
open
mouthes
,
Nor
be
ill
spoken
of
;
nor
haue
my
counsels
And
circumspections
,
turnd
on
me
for
feares
,
With
mocks
and
scandals
that
would
make
a
man
Of
lead
,
a
lightning
;
in
the
desperat'st
onset
That
euer
trampled
vnder
death
,
his
life
.
I
beare
the
touch
of
feare
for
all
their
safeties
.
Or
for
mine
owne
?
enlarge
with
twice
as
many
Selfe-liues
,
selfe-fortunes
?
they
shall
sinke
beneath
Their
owne
credulities
,
before
I
crosse
them
.
Come
,
haste
,
dispose
our
battaile
.
Vib.
Good
my
Lord
,
Against
your
Genius
warre
not
for
the
world
.
Pom.
By
all
worlds
he
that
moues
me
next
to
beare
Their
scofs
and
imputations
of
my
feare
For
any
cause
,
shall
beare
this
sword
to
hell
.
Away
,
to
battaile
;
good
my
Lord
lead
you
The
whole
six
thousand
of
our
yong
Patricians
,
Plac't
in
the
left
wing
to
enuiron
Caesar
.
My
father
Scipio
shall
lead
the
battaile
;
Domitius
the
left
wing
;
I
the
right
Against
Marc
Anthony
.
Take
now
your
fils
Ye
beastly
doters
on
your
barbarous
wills
.
Exeunt
.
Alarme
,
excursions
,
of
al
:
The
fiue
Kings
driuen
ouer
the
Stage
,
Crassinius
chiefely
pursuing
:
At
the
dore
enter
againe
the
fiue
Kings
.
The
battell
continued
within
.
Epir.
Fly
,
fly
,
the
day
was
lost
before
t
was
fought
.
Thess.
The
Romans
feard
their
shadowes
.
Cil.
Were
there
euer
Such
monstrous
confidences
,
as
last
night
Their
Cups
and
musique
shew'd
?
Before
the
morning
Made
such
amazes
ere
one
stroke
was
struck
?
Iber.
It
made
great
Pompey
mad
,
which
who
could
mend
?
The
gods
had
hand
in
it
.
Tra.
It
made
the
Consuls
Run
on
their
swords
to
see
't
.
The
braue
Patricians
Fled
with
their
spoyled
faces
,
arrowes
sticking
As
shot
from
heauen
at
them
.
Thess.
T
was
the
charge
That
Caesar
gaue
against
them
.
Epir.
Come
,
away
,
Leaue
all
,
and
wonder
at
this
fatall
day
.
Exeunt
.
The
fight
neerer
;
and
enter
,
Crassineus
,
a
sword
,
as
thrust
through
his
face
;
he
fals
.
To
him
Pompey
and
Caesar
fighting
:
Pompey
giues
way
,
Caesar
follows
,
and
enters
at
another
dore
.
Caes.
Pursue
,
pursue
;
the
gods
foreshew'd
their
powers
,
Which
we
gaue
issue
,
and
the
day
is
ours
.
Crassineus
?
O
looke
vp
:
he
does
,
and
shewes
Death
in
his
broken
eyes
;
which
Caesars
hands
Shall
doe
the
honor
of
eternall
closure
.
Too
well
thou
keptst
thy
word
,
that
thou
this
day
Wouldst
doe
me
seruice
to
our
victory
.
Which
in
thy
life
or
death
I
should
behold
,
And
praise
thee
for
;
I
doe
,
and
must
admire
Thy
matchles
valour
;
euer
euer
rest
Thy
manly
lineaments
,
which
in
a
tombe
Erected
to
thy
noble
name
and
virtues
,
I
le
curiosly
preserue
with
balmes
,
and
spices
,
In
eminent
place
of
these
Pharsalian
fields
,
Inscrib'd
with
this
true
soule
of
funerall
,
Epitaphi
Crassineus
fought
for
fame
,
and
died
for
Rome
,
Whose
publique
weale
springs
from
this
priuate
tombe
.
Enter
some
taking
him
off
,
whom
Caesar
helps
.
Enter
Pompey
,
Demetrius
,
with
black
robes
in
their
hands
,
broad
hats
,
&c.
Pom.
Thus
haue
the
gods
their
iustice
,
men
their
wils
,
And
I
,
by
mens
wils
rulde
;
my selfe
renouncing
,
Am
by
my
Angell
and
the
gods
abhorr'd
;
Who
drew
me
,
like
a
vapour
,
vp
to
heauen
To
dash
me
like
a
tempest
'gainst
the
earth
:
O
the
deserued
terrors
that
attend
On
humane
confidence
!
had
euer
men
Such
outrage
of
presumption
to
be
victors
Before
they
arm'd
?
To
send
to
Rome
before
For
houses
neare
the
market
place
,
their
tents
Strowd
all
with
flowers
,
and
nosegayes
;
tables
couer'd
With
cups
and
banquets
;
bayes
and
mirtle
garlands
,
As
ready
to
doe
sacrifice
for
conquest
Rather
then
arme
them
for
fit
fight
t'
enforce
it
;
Which
when
I
saw
,
I
knew
as
well
th'
euent
As
now
I
feele
it
,
and
because
I
rag'd
In
that
presage
,
my
Genius
shewing
me
clearely
(
As
in
a
mirror
)
all
this
cursed
issue
;
And
therefore
vrg'd
all
meanes
to
put
it
off
For
this
day
,
or
from
these
fields
to
some
other
,
Or
from
this
ominous
confidence
,
till
I
saw
Their
spirits
settl'd
in
some
grauer
knowledge
Of
what
belong'd
to
such
a
deare
decision
;
They
spotted
me
with
feare
,
with
loue
of
glory
,
To
keepe
in
my
command
so
many
Kings
,
So
great
an
army
;
all
the
hellish
blastings
That
could
be
breath'd
on
me
,
to
strike
me
blinde
Of
honor
,
spirit
and
soule
:
And
should
I
then
Saue
them
that
would
in
spight
of
heauen
be
ruinde
?
And
,
in
their
safeties
ruine
me
and
mine
In
euerlasting
rage
of
their
detraction
.
Dem.
Your
safety
and
owne
honor
did
deserue
Respect
past
all
their
values
;
O
my
Lord
Would
you
?
Pom.
Vpbraid
me
not
;
goe
to
,
goe
on
.
Dem.
No
;
I
le
not
rub
the
wound
.
The
misery
is
,
The
gods
for
any
error
in
a
man
(
Which
they
might
rectify
,
and
should
;
because
That
man
maintain'd
the
right
)
should
suffer
wrong
To
be
thus
insolent
,
thus
grac't
,
thus
blest
?
Pom.
O
the
strange
carriage
of
their
acts
,
by
which
Men
order
theirs
;
and
their
deuotions
in
them
;
Much
rather
striuing
to
entangle
men
In
pathlesse
error
,
then
with
regular
right
Confirme
their
reasons
,
and
their
pieties
light
.
For
now
Sir
,
whatsoeuer
was
foreshowne
By
heauen
,
or
prodigy
;
ten
parts
more
for
vs
,
Forewarning
vs
,
deterring
vs
,
and
all
Our
blinde
and
brainlesse
frenzies
,
then
for
Caesar
;
All
yet
will
be
ascribde
to
his
regard
Giuen
by
the
gods
for
his
good
parts
,
preferring
Their
glosse
(
being
starck
impostures
)
to
the
iustice
,
Loue
,
honor
,
piety
,
of
our
lawes
and
Countrey
.
Though
I
thinke
these
are
arguments
enow
For
my
acquitall
,
that
for
all
these
fought
.
Dem.
Y'
are
cleare
,
my
Lord
.
Pom.
Gods
helpe
me
,
as
I
am
;
What euer
my
vntoucht
command
of
millions
Through
all
my
eight
and
fifty
yeares
,
hath
woonne
,
This
one
day
(
in
the
worlds
esteeme
)
hath
lost
.
So
vile
is
praise
and
dispraise
by
euent
.
For
I
am
still
my selfe
in
euery
worth
The
world
could
grace
me
with
,
had
this
dayes
Euen
In
one
blaze
ioyn'd
,
with
all
my
other
Conquests
.
And
shall
my
comforts
in
my
well-knowne
selfe
Faile
me
for
their
false
fires
,
Demetrius
?
Dem.
O
no
,
my
Lord
.
Pom.
Take
griefe
for
them
,
as
if
The
rotten-hearted
world
could
steepe
my
soule
In
filthy
putrifaction
of
their
owne
?
Since
their
applauses
faile
me
?
that
are
hisses
To
euery
sound
acceptance
?
I
confesse
,
That
till
th'
affaire
was
past
,
my
passions
flam'd
,
But
now
t
is
helplesse
,
and
no
cause
in
me
,
Rest
in
these
embers
my
vnmoued
soule
,
With
any
outward
change
,
this
dystick
minding
;
No
man
should
more
allow
his
owne
losse
,
woes
,
(
Being
past
his
fault
)
then
any
stranger
does
.
And
for
the
worlds
false
loues
,
and
ayry
honors
,
What
soule
that
euer
lou'd
them
most
in
life
,
(
Once
seuer'd
from
this
breathing
sepulchre
)
Againe
came
and
appearde
in
any
kind
Their
kinde
admirer
still
,
or
did
the
state
Of
any
best
man
here
,
associate
?
And
euery
true
soule
should
be
here
so
seuer'd
From
loue
of
such
men
,
as
here
drowne
their
soules
As
all
the
world
does
?
Cato
sole
accepted
,
To
whom
I
le
fly
now
,
and
my
wife
in
way
(
Poore
Lady
,
and
poore
children
,
worse
then
fatherlesse
)
Visit
,
and
comfort
.
Come
Demetrius
,
They
disguise
themselues
.
We
now
must
sute
our
habites
to
our
fortunes
And
since
these
changes
euer
chance
to
greatest
.
Nor
desire
to
be
(
Doe
fortune
,
to
exceed
it
,
what
she
can
)
A
Pompey
,
or
a
Caesar
,
but
a
man
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Caesar
,
Anthony
,
Acilius
,
with
souldiers
.
Caes.
O
We
haue
slaine
,
not
conquerd
,
Roman
blood
Peruerts
th'
euent
,
and
desperate
blood
let
out
With
their
owne
swords
.
Did
euer
men
before
Enuy
their
owne
liues
,
since
another
liu'd
Whom
they
would
willfully
conceiue
their
foe
,
And
forge
a
Tyrant
merely
in
their
feares
To
iustifie
their
slaughters
?
Consuls
?
furies
.
Ant.
Be
,
Sir
,
their
faults
their
griefes
!
The
greater
number
Were
only
slaues
,
that
left
their
bloods
to
ruth
,
And
altogether
,
but
six
thousand
slaine
.
Caes.
How euer
many
;
gods
and
men
can
witnesse
Themselues
enforc't
it
,
much
against
the
most
I
could
enforce
on
Pompey
for
our
peace
.
Of
all
slaine
,
yet
,
if
Brutus
only
liu'd
,
I
should
be
comforted
,
for
his
life
sau'd
Would
weigh
the
whole
six
thousand
that
are
lost
.
But
much
I
feare
his
death
,
because
the
battell
Full
stricken
now
,
he
yet
abides
vnfound
.
Acil.
I
saw
him
fighting
neare
the
battels
end
,
But
suddainly
giue
off
,
as
bent
to
fly
.
Enter
Brutus
.
Anth.
He
comes
here
,
see
Sir
.
Bru.
I
submit
to
Caesar
My
life
and
fortunes
.
Caes.
A
more
welcome
fortune
Is
Brutus
,
then
my
conquest
.
Bru.
Sir
,
I
fought
Against
your
conquest
,
and
your selfe
;
and
merit
(
I
must
acknowledge
)
a
much
sterner
welcome
.
Caes.
You
fought
with
me
,
Sir
,
for
I
know
your
armes
Were
taken
for
your
Country
,
not
for
Pompey
:
And
for
my
Country
I
fought
,
nothing
lesse
Then
he
,
or
both
the
mighty-stomak't
Consuls
;
Both
whom
(
I
heare
)
haue
slaine
themselues
before
They
would
enioy
life
in
the
good
of
Caesar
.
But
I
am
nothing
worse
,
how
ill
soeuer
They
,
and
the
great
authority
of
Rome
Would
faine
enforce
me
by
their
mere
suspitions
.
Lou'd
they
their
Country
better
then
her
Brutus
?
Or
knew
what
fitted
noblesse
,
and
a
Romane
With
freer
soules
then
Brutus
.
Those
that
liue
Shall
see
in
Caesars
iustice
.
and
what euer
Might
make
me
worthy
both
their
liues
and
loues
,
That
I
haue
lost
the
one
without
my
merit
,
And
they
the
other
with
no
Roman
spirit
.
Are
you
empair'd
to
liue
,
and
ioy
my
loue
?
Only
requite
me
,
Brutus
,
loue
but
Caesar
,
And
be
in
all
the
powers
of
Caesar
,
Caesar
.
In
which
free
wish
,
I
ioyne
your
father
Cato
;
For
whom
I
le
haste
to
Vtica
,
and
pray
His
loue
may
strengthen
my
successe
to day
.
Exeunt
.
Porcius
in
haste
,
Marcillius
bare
,
following
.
Porcius
discouers
a
bed
,
and
a
sword
hanging
by
it
,
which
he
takes
downe
.
Mar.
To
what
vse
take
you
that
(
my
Lord
?
)
Por.
Take
you
No
note
that
I
take
it
,
nor
let
any
seruant
,
Besides
your selfe
,
of
all
my
fathers
nearest
,
Serue
any
mood
he
serues
,
with
any
knowledge
Of
this
or
any
other
,
Caesar
comes
And
giues
his
army
wings
to
reach
this
towne
.
Not
for
the
townes
sake
,
but
to
saue
my
father
.
Whom
iustly
he
suspects
to
be
resolu'd
Of
any
violence
to
his
life
,
before
He
will
preserue
it
by
a
Tyrants
fauour
.
For
Pompey
hath
miscaried
,
and
is
fled
.
Be
true
to
me
,
and
to
my
fathers
life
;
And
doe
not
tell
him
;
nor
his
fury
serue
With
any
other
.
Mar.
I
will
dye
,
my
Lord
,
Ere
I
obserue
it
.
Por.
O
my
Lord
and
father
.
Cato
,
Athenodorus
,
Statilius
.
Cato
with
a
booke
in
his
hand
.
Cat.
What
feares
fly
here
on
all
sides
?
what
wilde
lookes
Are
squinted
at
me
from
mens
mere
suspicions
That
I
am
wilde
my selfe
,
and
would
enforce
What
will
be
taken
from
me
by
the
Tyrant
.
Ath.
No
:
Would
you
only
aske
life
,
he
would
thinke
His
owne
life
giuen
more
strength
in
giuing
yours
Cat.
I
aske
my
life
of
him
?
Stat.
Aske
what
's
his
owne
?
Of
him
he
scornes
should
haue
the
least
drop
in
it
At
his
disposure
.
Cat.
No
,
Statilius
.
Men
that
haue
forfeit
liues
by
breaking
lawes
,
Or
haue
beene
ouercome
,
may
beg
their
liues
,
But
I
haue
euer
beene
in
euery
iustice
Better
then
Caesar
,
and
was
neuer
conquer'd
,
Or
made
to
fly
for
life
,
as
Caesar
was
.
But
haue
beene
victor
euer
,
to
my
wish
,
'Gainst
whomsoeuer
euer
hath
opposde
;
Where
Caesar
now
is
conquer'd
in
his
Conquest
,
In
the
ambition
,
he
till
now
denide
;
Taking
vpon
him
to
giue
life
,
when
death
Is
tenfold
due
to
his
most
tyrannous
selfe
.
No
right
,
no
power
giuen
him
to
raise
an
army
,
Which
in
despight
of
Rome
he
leades
about
Slaughtering
her
loyall
subiects
,
like
an
outlaw
,
Nor
is
he
better
.
Tongue
,
shew
,
falshood
are
,
To
bloodiest
deaths
his
parts
so
much
admir'd
,
Vaineglory
,
villany
;
and
at
best
you
can
,
Fed
with
the
parings
of
a
worthy
man
.
My
fame
affirme
my
life
receiu'd
from
him
?
I
le
rather
make
a
beast
my
second
father
.
Stat.
The
gods
auert
from
euery
Roman
minde
The
name
of
slaue
to
any
Tyrants
power
.
Why
was
man
euer
iust
,
but
to
be
free
,
'Gainst
all
iniustice
?
and
to
beare
about
him
As
well
all
meanes
to
freedome
euery
houre
,
As
euery
houre
he
should
be
arm'd
for
death
,
Which
only
is
his
freedome
?
Ath.
But
Statilius
Death
is
not
free
for
any
mans
election
,
Till
nature
,
or
the
law
,
impose
it
on
him
.
Cat.
Must
a
man
goe
to
law
then
,
when
he
may
Enioy
his
owne
in
peace
?
If
I
can
vse
Mine
owne
my selfe
,
must
I
of
force
,
reserue
it
To
serue
a
Tyrant
with
it
?
All
iust
men
Not
only
may
enlarge
their
liues
,
but
must
,
From
all
rule
tyrannous
,
or
liue
vniust
.
Ath.
By
death
must
they
enlarge
their
liues
?
Cat.
By
death
.
Ath.
A
man
's
not
bound
to
that
.
Cat.
I
le
proue
he
is
.
Are
not
the
liues
of
all
men
bound
to
iustice
?
Ath.
They
are
.
Cat.
And
therefore
not
to
serue
iniustice
:
Iustice
it selfe
ought
euer
to
be
free
,
And
therefore
euery
iust
man
being
a
part
Of
that
free
iustice
,
should
be
free
as
it
.
Ath.
Then
wherefore
is
there
law
for
death
?
Cat.
That
all
That
know
not
what
law
is
,
nor
freely
can
Performe
the
fitting
iustice
of
a
man
In
kingdomes
common
good
,
may
been
forc't
.
But
is
not
euery
iust
man
to
him selfe
The
perfect'st
law
?
Ath.
Suppose
.
Cat.
Then
to
himselfe
Is
euery
iust
mans
life
subordinate
.
Againe
,
Sir
;
Is
not
our
free
soule
infus'd
To
euery body
in
her
absolute
end
To
rule
that
body
?
in
which
absolute
rule
Is
she
not
absolutely
Empresse
of
it
?
And
being
Empresse
,
may
she
not
dispose
It
,
and
the
life
in
it
,
at
her
iust
pleasure
?
Ath.
Not
to
destroy
it
.
Cat.
No
;
she
not
destroyes
it
When
she
disliues
it
;
that
their
freedomes
may
Goe
firme
together
,
like
their
powers
and
organs
,
Rather
then
let
it
liue
a
rebell
to
her
,
Prophaning
that
diuine
coniunction
Twixt
her
and
it
;
nay
,
a
disiunction
making
Betwixt
them
worse
then
death
;
in
killing
quick
That
which
in
iust
death
liues
:
being
dead
to
her
If
to
her
rule
dead
;
and
to
her
aliue
,
If
dying
in
her
iust
rule
.
Ath.
The
body
liues
not
When
death
hath
rest
it
.
Cat.
Yet
t
is
free
,
and
kept
Fit
for
reiunction
in
mans
second
life
;
Which
dying
rebell
to
the
soule
,
is
farre
Vnfit
to
ioyne
with
her
in
perfect
life
.
Ath.
It
shall
not
ioyne
with
her
againe
.
Cat.
It
shall
.
Ath.
In
reason
shall
it
?
Cat.
In
apparant
reason
;
Which
I
le
proue
clearely
.
Stat.
Heare
,
and
iudge
it
Sir
.
Cat.
As
nature
works
in
all
things
to
an
end
,
So
in
th'
appropriate
honor
of
that
end
,
All
things
precedent
haue
their
naturall
frame
;
And
therefore
is
there
a
proportion
Betwixt
the
ends
of
those
things
and
their
primes
:
For
else
there
could
not
be
in
their
creation
,
Alwayes
,
or
for
the
most
part
,
that
firme
forme
In
their
still
like
existence
;
that
we
see
In
each
full
creature
.
What
proportion
then
Hath
an
immortall
with
a
mortall
substance
?
And
therefore
the
mortality
to
which
A
man
is
subiect
;
rather
is
a sleepe
,
Then
bestiall
death
;
since
sleepe
and
death
are
call'd
The
twins
of
nature
.
For
if
absolute
death
And
bestiall
sease
the
body
of
a
man
,
Then
is
there
no
proportion
in
his
parts
,
His
soule
being
free
from
death
,
which
otherwise
Retaines
diuine
proportion
For
as
sleepe
No
disproportion
holds
with
humane
soules
,
But
aptly
quickens
the
proportion
Twixt
them
and
bodies
,
making
bodies
fitter
To
giue
vp
formes
to
soules
,
which
is
their
end
:
So
death
(
twin-borne
of
sleepe
)
resoluing
all
Mans
bodies
heauy
parts
;
in
lighter
nature
Makes
a
reunion
with
the
spritely
soule
;
When
in
a
second
life
their
beings
giuen
,
Holds
their
proportion
firme
,
in
highest
heauen
.
Ath.
Hold
you
our
bodies
shall
reuiue
,
resuming
Our
soules
againe
to
heauen
?
Cat.
Past
doubt
,
though
others
Thinke
heauen
a
world
too
high
for
our
low
reaches
.
Not
knowing
the
sacred
sence
of
him
that
sings
,
Ioue
can
let
downe
a
golden
chaine
from
heauen
,
Which
tyed
to
earth
,
shall
fetch
vp
earth
and
seas
;
And
what
's
that
golden
chaine
,
but
our
pure
soules
,
A
golden
beame
of
him
,
let
downe
by
him
,
That
gouern'd
with
his
grace
,
and
drawne
by
him
,
Can
hoist
this
earthy
body
vp
to
him
,
The
sea
,
and
ayre
,
and
all
the
elements
Comprest
in
it
:
not
while
t
is
thus
concret
,
But
fin'd
by
death
,
and
then
giuen
heauenly
heat
.
Ath.
Your
happy
exposition
of
that
place
(
Whose
sacred
depth
I
neuer
heard
so
sounded
)
Euicts
glad
grant
from
me
you
hold
a
truth
.
Stat.
Is
't
not
a
manly
truth
,
and
mere
diuine
?
Cat.
T
is
a
good
chearefull
doctrine
for
good
men
.
But
(
sonne
and
seruants
)
this
is
only
argu'd
To
spend
our
deare
time
well
,
and
no
life
vrgeth
To
any
violence
further
then
his
owner
And
grauer
men
hold
fit
.
Le
ts
talke
of
Caesar
,
He
's
the
great
subiect
of
all
talke
,
and
he
Is
hotly
hasting
on
.
Is
supper
ready
?
Mar.
It
is
,
my
Lord
.
Cat.
Why
then
let
's
in
and
eat
;
Our
coole
submission
will
quench
Caesars
heat
.
Sta.
Submission
?
here
's
for
him
.
Cat.
Statilus
,
My
reasons
must
not
strengthen
you
in
error
,
Nor
learn'd
Athenodorus
gentle
yeelding
.
Talke
with
some
other
deepe
Philosophers
.
Or
some
diuine
Priest
of
the
knowing
gods
,
And
heare
their
reasons
;
in
meane
time
come
sup
.
Exeunt
.
Cato
going
out
arme
in
arme
betwixt
Athen.
and
Statilius
.
Act
V.
Scene
I.
Enter
Ushers
,
with
the
two
Lentuli
,
and
Septimius
before
Cornelia
;
Cyris
,
Telesilla
,
Lelia
,
Drusus
,
with
others
,
following
.
Cornelia
;
Septimius
and
the
two
Lentuli
reading
letters
.
Cor.
SO
may
my
comforts
for
this
good
newes
thriue
As
I
am
thankfull
for
them
to
the
Gods
.
Ioyes
vnexpected
,
and
in
desperate
plight
,
Are
still
most
sweet
,
and
proue
from
whence
they
come
;
When
earths
still
Moonelike
confidence
,
in
ioy
,
Is
at
her
full
.
True
ioy
descending
farre
From
past
her
sphere
,
and
from
that
highest
heauen
That
moues
and
is
not
mou'd
:
how
farre
was
I
From
hope
of
these
euents
,
when
fearefull
dreames
Of
Harpies
tearing
out
my
heart
?
of
armies
Terribly
ioyning
?
Cities
,
kingdomes
falling
,
And
all
on
me
?
prou'd
sleepe
,
not
twin
to
death
,
But
to
me
,
death
it selfe
?
yet
making
then
,
These
letters
;
full
of
as
much
chearefull
life
,
I
found
closde
in
my
hand
.
O
gods
how
iustly
Ye
laugh
at
all
things
earthly
?
at
all
feares
That
rise
not
from
your
iudgements
?
at
all
ioyes
,
Not
drawne
directly
from
your selues
,
and
in
ye
,
Distrust
in
man
is
faith
,
trust
in
him
ruine
.
Why
write
great
learned
men
?
men
merely
rapt
With
sacred
rage
,
of
confidence
,
beleefe
?
Vndanted
spirits
?
inexorable
fate
And
all
feare
treading
on
?
t
is
all
but
ayre
,
If
any
comfort
be
,
t
is
in
despaire
.
1
Len.
You
learned
Ladies
may
hold
any
thing
.
2
Lent.
Now
madam
is
your
walk
from
coach
come
neare
The
promontory
,
where
you
late
commanded
A
Sentinell
should
stand
to
see
from
thence
If
either
with
a
nauy
,
brought
by
sea
,
Or
traine
by
land
;
great
Pompey
comes
to
greet
you
As
in
your
letters
,
he
neare
this
time
promisde
.
Cor.
O
may
this
Isle
of
Lesbos
,
compast
in
With
the
Aegaean
sea
,
that
doth
diuide
Europe
from
Asia
.
(
The
sweet
literate
world
From
the
Barbarian
)
from
my
barbarous
dreames
Diuide
my
dearest
husband
and
his
fortunes
.
2
Len.
He
's
busied
now
with
ordering
offices
.
By
this
time
,
madam
,
sits
your
honor'd
father
He
looks
in
his
letter
.
In
Caesars
chaire
of
vniuersall
Bishop
.
Domitius
Aenobarbas
,
is
made
Consull
,
Spynther
his
Consort
;
and
Phaonius
Tribune
,
or
Pretor
.
Septimius
with
a
letter
.
Sep.
These
were
only
sought
Before
the
battaile
,
not
obtaind
;
nor
mouing
My
father
but
in
shadowes
.
Corn.
Why
should
men
Tempt
fate
with
such
firme
confidence
?
seeking
places
Before
the
power
that
should
dispose
could
grant
them
?
For
then
the
stroke
of
battaile
was
not
struck
.
1
Len.
Nay
,
that
was
sure
enough
.
Physitians
know
When
sick
mens
eyes
are
broken
,
they
must
dye
.
Your
letters
telling
you
his
victory
Lost
in
the
skirmish
,
which
I
know
hath
broken
Both
the
eyes
and
heart
of
Caesar
:
for
as
men
Healthfull
through
all
their
liues
to
grey-hayr'd
age
,
When
sicknesse
takes
them
once
,
they
seldom
scape
:
So
Caesar
victor
in
his
generall
fights
Till
this
late
skirmish
,
could
no
aduerse
blow
Sustaine
without
his
vtter
ouerthrow
.
2
Lent.
See
,
madam
,
now
;
your
Sentinell
:
enquire
.
Cor.
Seest
thou
no
fleet
yet
(
Sentinell
)
nor
traine
That
may
be
thought
great
Pompeys
?
Sen.
Not
yet
,
madame
.
1
Len.
Seest
thou
no
trauellers
addrest
this
way
?
In
any
number
on
this
Lesbian
shore
?
Sent.
I
see
some
not
worth
note
;
a
couple
comming
This
way
,
on
foot
,
that
are
not
now
farre
hence
.
2
Lent.
Come
they
apace
?
like
messengers
with
newes
?
Sent.
No
,
nothing
like
(
my
Lord
)
nor
are
their
habites
Of
any
such
mens
fashions
;
being
long
mantles
,
And
sable
hew'd
;
their
heads
all
hid
in
hats
Of
parching
Thessaly
,
broad
brimm'd
,
high
crown'd
.
Cor.
These
serue
not
our
hopes
.
Sent.
Now
I
see
a
ship
,
A
kenning
hence
;
that
strikes
into
the
hauen
.
Cor.
One
onely
ship
?
Sen.
One
only
,
madam
,
yet
.
Cor.
That
should
not
be
my
Lord
.
1
Lent.
Your
Lord
?
no
madam
.
Sen.
She
now
lets
out
arm'd
men
vpon
the
land
.
2
Lent.
Arm'd
men
?
with
drum
and
colours
?
Sen.
No
,
my
Lord
,
But
bright
in
armes
,
yet
beare
halfe
pikes
,
or
beadhookes
.
1
Lent.
These
can
be
no
plumes
in
the
traine
of
Pompey
.
Cor.
I
le
see
him
in
his
letter
,
once
againe
.
Sen.
Now
,
madam
,
come
the
two
I
saw
on
foot
.
Enter
Pompey
and
Demetrius
:
Dem.
See
your
Princesse
,
Sir
,
come
thus
farre
from
the
City
in
her
coach
,
to
encounter
your
promist
comming
About
this
time
in
your
last
letters
.
Pom.
The
world
is
alterd
since
Demetrius
;
offer
to
goe
by
.
1
Lent.
See
,
madam
,
two
Thessalian
Augurs
it
seemes
By
their
habits
.
Call
,
and
enquire
if
either
by
their
Skils
or
trauels
,
they
know
no
newes
of
your
husband
.
Cor.
My
friends
?
a
word
.
Dem.
With
vs
,
madam
?
Cor.
Yes
.
Are
you
of
Thessaly
?
Dem.
I
,
madam
,
and
all
the
world
besides
.
Cor.
Your
Country
is
great
.
Dem.
And
our
portions
little
.
Cor.
Are
you
Augures
?
Dem.
Augures
,
madam
?
yes
a
kinde
of
Augures
,
alias
Wizerds
,
that
goe
vp
and
downe
the
world
,
teaching
How
to
turne
ill
to
good
.
Cor.
Can
you
doe
that
?
Dem.
I
,
madam
,
you
haue
no
worke
for
vs
,
haue
you
?
No
ill
to
turne
good
,
I
meane
?
Cor.
Yes
;
the
absence
of
my
husband
.
Dem.
What
's
he
?
Cor.
Pompey
the
great
.
Dem.
Wherein
is
he
great
?
Cor.
In
his
command
of
the
world
.
Dem.
Then
he
's
great
in
others
.
Take
him
without
his
Addition
(
great
)
what
is
he
then
?
Cor.
Pompey
.
Dem.
Not
your
husband
then
?
Cor.
Nothing
the
lesse
for
his
greatnesse
.
Dem.
Not
in
his
right
;
but
in
your
comforts
he
is
.
Cor.
His
right
is
my
comfort
.
Dem.
What
's
his
wrong
?
Cor.
My
sorrow
.
Dem.
And
that
's
ill
.
Cor.
Yes
.
Dem.
Y'
are
come
to
the
vse
of
our
Profession
,
madam
,
Would
you
haue
that
ill
turnd
good
?
that
Sorrow
turnd
comfort
?
Cor.
Why
is
my
Lord
wrong'd
.
Dem.
We
professe
not
that
knowledge
,
madam
:
Supose
he
were
.
Cor.
Not
I
.
Dem.
You
le
suppose
him
good
.
Cor.
He
is
so
.
Dem.
Then
must
you
needs
suppose
him
wrong'd
;
for
All
goodnesse
is
wrong'd
in
this
world
.
Cor.
What
call
you
wrong
?
Dem.
Ill
fortune
,
affliction
.
Cor.
Thinke
you
my
Lord
afflicted
?
Dem.
If
I
thinke
him
good
(
madam
)
I
must
.
Vnlesse
he
Be
worldly
good
,
and
then
,
either
he
is
ill
,
or
has
ill
:
Since
,
as
no
sugar
is
without
poyson
:
so
is
no
worldly
Good
without
ill
.
Euen
naturally
nourisht
in
it
,
like
a
Houshold
thiefe
,
which
is
the
worst
of
all
theeues
.
Cor.
Then
he
is
not
worldly
,
but
truly
good
.
Dem.
He
's
too
great
to
be
truly
good
;
for
worldly
greatnes
Is
the
chiefe
worldly
goodnesse
;
and
all
worldly
goodnesse
(
I
prou'd
before
)
has
ill
in
it
:
which
true
good
has
not
.
Cor.
If
he
rule
well
with
his
greatnesse
,
wherein
is
he
ill
?
Dem.
But
great
Rulers
are
like
Carpenters
that
weare
their
Rules
at
their
backs
still
:
and
therefore
to
make
good
your
True
good
in
him
,
y
'ad
better
suppose
him
little
,
or
meane
.
For
in
the
meane
only
is
the
true
good
.
Pom.
But
euery
great
Lady
must
haue
her
husband
Great
still
,
or
her
loue
will
be
little
.
Cor.
I
am
none
of
those
great
Ladyes
.
1
Len.
She
's
a
Philosophresse
Augure
,
and
can
turne
Ill
to
good
as
well
as
you
.
Pom.
I
would
then
,
not
honor
,
but
adore
her
:
could
you
Submit
your selfe
chearefully
to
your
husband
,
Supposing
him
falne
?
Cor.
If
he
submit
himselfe
chearfully
to
his
fortune
.
Pom.
T
is
the
greatest
greatnes
in
the
world
you
vndertake
.
Cor.
I
would
be
so
great
,
if
he
were
.
Pom.
In
supposition
.
Cor.
In
fact
.
Pom
Be
no
woman
,
but
a
Goddesse
then
;
&
make
good
thy
greatnesse
;
I
am
chearfully
falne
;
be
chearfull
.
Cor.
I
am
:
and
welcome
,
as
the
world
were
closde
In
these
embraces
.
Pom.
Is
it
possible
?
A
woman
,
losing
greatnesse
,
still
as
good
,
As
at
her
greatest
?
O
gods
,
was
I
euer
Great
till
this
minute
?
Amb.
Len.
Pompey
?
Pom.
View
me
better
.
Amb.
Len.
Conquerd
by
Caesar
?
Pom.
Not
I
,
but
mine
army
.
No
fault
in
me
,
in
it
:
no
conquest
of
me
:
I
tread
this
low
earth
as
I
trod
on
Caesar
.
Must
I
not
hold
my selfe
,
though
lose
the
world
?
Nor
lose
I
lesse
;
a
world
lost
at
one
clap
,
T
is
more
then
Ioue
euer
thundred
with
.
What
glory
is
it
to
haue
my
hand
hurle
So
vast
a
volley
through
the
groning
ayre
?
And
is
't
not
great
,
to
turne
griefes
thus
to
ioyes
,
That
breake
the
hearts
of
others
?
Amb.
Len.
O
t
is
Ioue-like
.
Pom
,
It
is
to
imitate
Ioue
,
that
from
the
wounds
Of
softest
clouds
,
beats
vp
the
terriblest
sounds
.
I
now
am
good
,
for
good
men
still
haue
least
,
That
twixt
themselues
and
God
might
rise
their
rest
.
Cor.
O
Pompey
,
Pompey
:
neuer
Great
till
now
.
Pom.
O
my
Cornelia
:
let
vs
still
be
good
,
And
we
shall
still
be
great
:
and
greater
farre
In
euery
solid
grace
,
then
when
the
tumor
And
bile
of
rotten
obseruation
sweld
vs
.
Griefes
for
wants
outward
,
are
without
our
cure
,
Greatnesse
,
not
of
it selfe
,
is
neuer
sure
.
Before
,
we
went
vpon
heauen
,
rather
treading
The
virtues
of
it
vnderfoot
,
in
making
The
vicious
world
our
heauen
;
then
walking
there
Euen
here
,
as
knowing
that
our
home
;
contemning
All
forg'd
heauens
here
raisde
;
setting
hills
on
hills
.
Vulcan
from
heauen
fell
,
yet
on
's
feet
did
light
,
And
stood
no
lesse
a
god
then
at
his
height
;
At
lowest
things
lye
fast
:
we
now
are
like
The
two
Poles
propping
heauen
,
on
which
heauen
moues
;
And
they
are
fixt
,
and
quiet
,
being
aboue
All
motion
farre
;
we
rest
aboue
the
heauens
.
Cor.
O
,
I
more
ioy
,
t'
embrace
my
Lord
thus
fixt
,
Then
he
had
brought
me
ten
inconstant
conquests
.
1
Len
Miraculous
standing
in
a
fall
so
great
,
Would
Caesar
knew
,
Sir
,
how
you
conquerd
him
In
your
conuiction
.
Pom.
T
is
enough
for
me
That
Pompey
knows
it
.
I
will
stand
no
more
On
others
legs
:
nor
build
one
ioy
without
me
.
If
euer
I
be
worth
a
house
againe
,
I
le
build
all
inward
:
not
a
light
shall
ope
The
common
outway
:
no
expence
,
no
art
,
No
ornament
,
no
dore
will
I
vse
there
,
But
raise
all
plaine
,
and
rudely
,
like
a
rampier
,
Against
the
false
society
of
men
That
still
batters
All
reason
peecemeale
.
And
for
earthy
greatnesse
All
heauenly
comforts
ratifies
to
ayre
,
I
le
therefore
liue
in
darke
,
and
all
my
light
,
Like
ancient
Temples
,
let
in
at
my
top
.
This
were
to
turne
ones
back
to
all
the
world
,
And
only
looke
at
heauen
.
Empedocles
Recur'd
a
mortall
plague
through
all
his
Country
,
With
stopping
vp
the
yawning
of
a
hill
,
From
whence
the
hollow
and
vnwholsome
South
Exhald
his
venomd
vapor
.
And
what
else
Is
any
King
,
giuen
ouer
to
his
lusts
,
But
euen
the
poyson'd
cleft
of
that
crackt
mountaine
,
That
all
his
kingdome
plagues
with
his
example
?
Which
I
haue
stopt
now
,
and
so
cur'd
my
Country
Of
such
a
sensuall
pestilence
:
When
therefore
our
diseas'de
affections
Harmefull
to
humane
freedome
;
and
stormelike
Inferring
darknesse
to
th'
infected
minde
Oppresse
our
comforts
:
t
is
but
letting
in
The
light
of
reason
,
and
a
purer
spirit
,
Take
in
another
way
;
like
roomes
that
fight
With
windowe
against
the
winde
,
yet
let
in
sight
.
Amb.
Len.
My
Lord
,
we
seru'd
before
,
but
now
adore
you
.
Sen.
My
Lord
,
the
arm'd
men
I
discou'rd
lately
Vnshipt
,
and
landed
;
now
are
trooping
neare
.
Pom.
What
arm'd
men
are
they
?
1
Len.
Some
,
my
Lord
,
that
lately
The
Sentinell
discouer'd
,
but
not
knew
.
Sen.
Now
all
the
sea
(
my
Lords
)
is
hid
with
ships
,
Another
Promontory
flanking
this
,
Some
furlong
hence
,
is
climb'd
,
and
full
of
people
,
That
easily
may
see
hither
;
it
seemes
looking
What
these
so
neare
intend
:
Take
heed
,
they
come
.
Enter
Achillas
,
Septius
,
Saluius
,
with
souldiers
,
Ach.
Haile
to
Romes
great
Commander
;
to
whom
Aegypt
(
Not
long
since
seated
in
his
kingdome
by
thee
,
And
sent
to
by
thee
in
thy
passage
by
)
Sends
vs
with
answer
:
which
withdraw
and
heare
.
Pom
I
le
kisse
my
children
first
.
Sep.
Blesse
me
,
my
Lord
.
Pom.
I
will
,
and
Cyris
,
my
poore
daughter
too
.
Euen
that
high
hand
that
hurld
me
downe
thus
low
,
Keepe
you
from
rising
high
:
I
heare
:
now
tell
me
.
I
thinke
(
my
friend
)
you
once
seru'd
vnder
me
:
Septius
only
nods
with
his
head
.
Pom.
Nod
onely
?
not
a
word
daigne
?
what
are
these
?
Cornelia
?
I
am
now
not
worth
mens
words
.
Ach.
Please
you
receiue
your
ayde
,
Sir
?
Pom.
I
,
I
come
.
Exit
Pom.
They
draw
and
follow
.
Cor.
Why
draw
they
?
See
,
my
Lords
;
attend
them
vshers
.
Sen.
O
they
haue
slaine
great
Pompey
.
Cor.
O
my
husband
.
Sept.
Cyr.
Mother
,
take
comfort
.
Enter
Pompey
bleeding
.
O
my
Lord
and
father
.
Pom.
See
heauens
your
sufferings
,
is
my
Countries
loue
,
The
iustice
of
an
Empire
;
pietie
;
Worth
this
end
in
their
leader
:
last
yet
life
,
And
bring
the
gods
off
fairer
:
after
this
Who
will
adore
,
or
serue
the
deities
?
He
hides
his
face
with
his
robe
.
Enter
the
Murtherers
.
Ach.
Helpe
hale
him
off
:
and
take
his
head
for
Caesar
.
Sep.
Mother
?
O
saue
vs
;
Pompey
?
O
my
father
.
Enter
the
two
Lentuli
and
Demetrius
bleeding
,
and
kneele
about
Cornelia
.
1
Len.
Yet
fals
not
heauen
?
Madam
,
O
make
good
Your
late
great
spirits
;
all
the
world
will
say
,
You
know
not
how
to
beare
aduerse
euents
,
If
now
you
languish
.
Omn.
Take
her
to
her
coach
.
They
beare
her
out
.
Cato
with
a
booke
in
his
hand
.
O
Beastly
apprehenders
of
things
manly
,
And
merely
heauenly
:
they
with
all
the
reasons
I
vsde
for
iust
mens
liberties
,
to
beare
Their
liues
and
deaths
vp
in
their
owne
free
hands
;
Feare
still
my
resolution
though
I
seeme
To
giue
it
off
like
them
:
and
now
am
woonne
To
thinke
my
life
in
lawes
rule
,
not
mine
owne
,
When
once
it
comes
to
death
;
as
if
the
law
Made
for
a
sort
of
outlawes
,
must
bound
me
In
their
subiection
;
as
if
I
could
Be
rackt
out
of
my
vaines
,
to
liue
in
others
;
As
so
I
must
,
if
others
rule
my
life
;
And
publique
power
keepe
all
the
right
of
death
,
As
if
men
needes
must
serue
the
place
of
iustice
;
The
forme
,
and
idoll
,
and
renounce
it selfe
?
Our selues
,
and
all
our
rights
in
God
and
goodnesse
?
Our
whole
contents
and
freedomes
to
dispose
,
All
in
the
ioyes
and
wayes
of
arrant
rogues
?
No
stay
but
their
wilde
errors
,
to
sustaine
vs
?
No
forges
but
their
throats
to
vent
our
breaths
?
To
forme
our
liues
in
,
and
repose
our
deaths
?
See
,
they
haue
got
my
sword
.
Who
's
there
?
Enter
Marcillius
bare
.
Mar.
My
Lord
.
Cat.
Who
tooke
my
sword
hence
?
Dumb
?
I
doe
not
aske
For
any
vse
or
care
of
it
:
but
hope
I
may
be
answered
.
Goe
Sir
,
let
me
haue
it
.
Exit
Mar.
Poore
slaues
,
how
terrible
this
death
is
to
them
?
If
men
would
sleepe
,
they
would
be
wroth
with
all
That
interrupt
them
Physick
take
to
take
The
golden
rest
it
brings
:
both
pay
and
pray
For
good
,
and
soundest
naps
all
friends
consenting
In
those
kinde
inuocations
;
praying
all
Good
rest
,
the
gods
vouchsafe
you
;
put
when
death
(
Sleepes
naturall
brother
)
comes
;
(
that
's
nothing
worse
,
But
better
;
being
more
rich
;
and
keepes
the
store
;
Sleepe
euer
fickle
,
wayward
still
,
and
poore
)
O
how
men
grudge
,
and
shake
,
and
deare
,
and
fly
His
sterne
approaches
?
all
their
comforts
taken
In
faith
,
and
knowledge
of
the
blisse
and
beauties
That
watch
their
wakings
in
an
endlesse
life
:
Dround
in
the
paines
and
horrors
of
their
sense
Sustainde
but
for
an
houre
;
be
all
the
earth
Rapt
with
this
error
,
lie
pursue
my
reason
,
And
hold
that
as
my
light
and
fiery
pillar
,
Th'
eternall
law
of
heauen
and
earth
no
firmer
.
But
while
I
seeke
to
conquer
conquering
Caesar
,
My
soft-splen'd
seruants
ouerrule
and
curb
me
.
He
knocks
,
and
Brutus
enters
.
Where
's
he
I
sent
to
fetch
and
place
my
sword
Where
late
I
left
it
?
Dumb
to
?
Come
another
!
Enter
Cleanthes
.
Where
's
my
sword
hung
here
?
Cle.
My
Lord
,
I
know
not
,
Ent.
Marcilius
.
Cat.
The
rest
come
in
there
.
Where
's
the
sword
I
charg'd
you
To
giue
his
place
againe
?
I
le
breake
your
lips
ope
,
Spight
of
my
freedome
;
all
my
seruants
,
friends
;
My
sonne
and
all
,
will
needs
betray
me
naked
To
th'
armed
malice
of
a
foe
so
fierce
And
Beare-like
,
mankinde
of
the
blood
of
virtue
.
O
gods
,
who euer
saw
me
thus
contemn'd
?
Goe
call
my
sonne
in
;
tell
him
,
that
the
lesse
He
shewes
himselfe
my
sonne
,
the
lesse
I
le
care
To
liue
his
father
.
Enter
Athenodorus
,
Porcius
:
Porcius
kneeling
;
Brutus
,
Cleanthes
and
Marcilius
by
him
.
Por.
I
beseech
you
,
Sir
,
Rest
patient
of
my
duty
,
and
my
loue
;
Your
other
children
think
on
,
our
poore
mother
,
Your
family
,
your
Country
.
Cat.
If
the
gods
Giue
ouer
all
,
I
le
fly
the
world
with
them
.
Athenodorus
,
I
admire
the
changes
.
I
note
in
heauenly
prouidence
.
When
Pompey
Did
all
things
out
of
course
,
past
right
,
past
reason
,
He
stood
inuincible
against
the
world
:
Yet
,
now
his
cares
grew
pious
,
and
his
powers
Set
all
vp
for
his
Countrey
,
he
is
conquered
.
Ath.
The
gods
wills
secret
are
,
nor
must
we
measure
Their
chast-reserued
deepes
by
our
dry
shallowes
.
Sufficeth
vs
,
we
are
entirely
such
As
twixt
them
and
our
consciences
we
know
Their
graces
,
in
our
virtues
,
shall
present
Vnspotted
with
the
earth
;
to
'th
high
throne
That
ouerlookes
vs
:
for
this
gyant
world
Let
's
not
contend
with
it
,
when
heauen
it selfe
Failes
to
reforme
it
:
why
should
we
affect
The
least
hand
ouer
it
,
in
that
ambition
?
A
heape
t
is
of
digested
villany
;
Virtue
in
labor
with
eternall
Chaos
Prest
to
a
liuing
death
,
and
rackt
beneath
it
.
Her
throwes
vnpitied
;
euery
worthy
man
Limb
by
limb
sawne
out
of
her
virgine
wombe
,
To
liue
here
peecemeall
tortur'd
,
fly
life
then
;
Your
life
and
death
made
presidents
for
men
.
Exit
.
Cat.
Ye
heare
(
my
masters
)
what
a
life
this
is
,
And
vse
much
reason
to
respect
it
so
.
But
mine
shall
serue
ye
.
Yet
restore
my
sword
,
Lest
too
much
ye
presume
,
and
I
conceiue
Ye
front
me
like
my
fortunes
.
Where
's
Statilius
?
Por.
I
think
Sir
,
gone
with
the
three
hundred
Romans
In
Lucius
Caesars
charge
,
to
serue
the
victor
.
Cat.
And
would
not
take
his
leaue
of
his
poore
friend
?
Then
the
Philosophers
haue
stoop't
his
spirit
,
Which
I
admire
,
in
one
so
free
,
and
knowing
,
And
such
a
fiery
hater
of
base
life
,
Besides
,
being
such
a
vow'd
and
noted
foe
To
our
great
Conqueror
.
But
I
aduisde
him
To
spare
his
youth
,
and
liue
.
Por.
My
brother
Brutus
Is
gone
to
Caesar
.
Cat.
Brutus
?
Of
mine
honor
(
Although
he
be
my
sonne
in
law
)
I
must
say
There
went
as
worthy
,
and
as
learned
a
President
As
liues
in
Romes
whole
rule
,
for
all
lifes
actions
;
And
yet
your
sister
Porcia
(
his
wife
)
Would
scarce
haue
done
this
.
But
(
for
you
my
sonne
)
Howeuer
Caesar
deales
with
me
;
be
counsailde
By
your
experienc't
father
,
not
to
touch
At
any
action
of
the
publique
weale
,
Nor
any
rule
beare
neare
her
politique
sterne
:
For
,
to
be
vpright
,
and
sincere
therein
Like
Catos
sonne
,
the
times
corruption
Will
neuer
beare
it
:
and
,
to
sooth
the
time
,
You
shall
doe
basely
,
and
vnworthy
your
life
;
Which
,
to
the
gods
I
wish
,
may
outweigh
mine
In
euery
virtue
;
howsoeuer
ill
You
thriue
in
honor
.
Por.
I
,
my
Lord
,
shall
gladly
Obey
that
counsell
.
Cat.
And
what
needed
you
Vrge
my
kinde
care
of
any
charge
that
nature
Imposes
on
me
?
haue
I
euer
showne
Loues
least
defect
to
you
?
or
any
dues
The
most
indulgent
father
(
being
discreet
)
Could
doe
his
dearest
blood
?
doe
you
me
right
In
iudgement
,
and
in
honor
;
and
dispence
With
passionate
nature
:
goe
,
neglect
me
not
,
But
send
my
sword
in
.
Goe
,
t
is
I
that
charge
you
.
Por.
O
my
Lord
,
and
father
,
come
,
aduise
me
.
Exeunt
.
Cat.
What
haue
I
now
to
thinke
on
in
this
world
?
No
one
thought
of
the
world
,
I
goe
each
minute
Discharg'd
of
all
cares
that
may
fit
my
freedome
.
The
next
world
,
and
my
soule
,
then
let
me
serue
With
her
last
vtterance
,
that
my
body
may
With
sweetnesse
of
the
passage
drowne
the
sowre
That
death
will
mix
with
it
:
the
Consuls
soules
That
slew
themselues
so
nobly
,
scorning
life
Led
vnder
Tyrants
Scepters
,
mine
would
see
.
For
we
shall
know
each
other
;
and
past
death
Retaine
those
formes
of
knowledge
learn'd
in
life
;
Since
,
if
what
here
we
learne
,
we
there
shall
lose
,
Or
immortality
were
not
life
,
but
time
.
And
that
our
soules
in
reason
are
immortall
,
Then
naturall
and
proper
obiects
proue
;
Which
immortallity
and
knowledge
are
.
For
to
that
obiect
euer
is
referr'd
The
nature
of
the
soule
,
in
which
the
acts
Of
her
high
faculties
are
still
employde
.
And
that
true
obiect
must
her
powers
obtaine
To
which
they
are
in
natures
aime
directed
.
Since
t
were
absurd
to
haue
her
sit
an
obiect
Which
possibly
she
neuer
can
aspire
.
Enter
a
Page
with
his
sword
taken
out
before
.
Pag
Your
sword
,
my
Lord
.
Cat.
O
is
it
found
?
lay
downe
Vpon
the
bed
(
my
boy
)
Exit
Pa.
Poore
men
;
a
boy
Must
be
presenter
;
manhood
at
no
hand
Must
serue
so
foule
a
fact
;
for
so
are
calde
(
In
common
mouths
)
mens
fairest
acts
of
all
.
Vnsheath
;
is
't
sharpe
?
t
is
sweet
.
Now
I
am
safe
,
Come
Caesar
,
quickly
now
,
or
lose
your
vassall
.
Now
wing
thee
,
deare
soule
,
and
receiue
her
heauen
.
The
earth
,
the
ayre
,
and
seas
I
know
,
and
all
The
ioyes
,
and
horrors
of
their
peace
and
warres
,
And
now
will
see
the
gods
state
,
and
the
starres
.
He
fals
vpon
his
sword
,
and
enter
Statilius
at
another
side
of
the
Stage
with
his
sword
drawne
,
Porcius
,
Brutus
,
Cleanthes
and
Marcilius
holding
his
hands
.
Stat.
Cato
?
my
Lord
?
Por.
I
sweare
(
Statilius
)
He
's
forth
,
and
gone
to
seeke
you
,
charging
me
To
seeke
elsewhere
,
lest
you
had
slaine
your selfe
;
And
by
his
loue
entreated
you
would
liue
.
Sta.
I
sweare
by
all
the
gods
,
I
le
run
his
fortunes
.
Por.
You
may
,
you
may
;
but
shun
the
victor
now
,
Who
neare
is
,
and
will
make
vs
all
his
slaues
.
Sta
He
shall
himselfe
be
mine
first
,
and
my
slaues
.
Exit
.
Por.
Looke
,
looke
in
to
my
father
,
O
(
I
feare
)
He
is
no
sight
for
me
to
beare
and
liue
.
Exit
.
Omn.
3
O
ruthfull
spectacle
!
Cle.
He
hath
ript
his
entrals
.
Bru.
Search
,
search
;
they
may
be
sound
.
Cle.
They
may
,
and
are
.
Giue
leaue
,
my
Lord
,
that
I
may
sew
them
vp
Being
yet
vnperisht
.
He
thrusts
him
back
,
&
plucks
out
his
entrals
.
Ca.
Stand
off
;
now
they
are
not
.
Haue
he
my
curse
that
my
lifes
least
part
saues
.
Iust
men
are
only
free
,
the
rest
are
slaues
.
Bru.
Myrror
of
men
.
Mar.
The
gods
enuied
his
goodnesse
.
Enter
Caesar
,
Anthony
,
Brutus
,
Acilius
,
with
Lords
and
Citizens
of
Vtica
.
Caes.
Too
late
,
too
late
;
with
all
our
haste
.
O
Cato
,
All
my
late
Conquest
,
and
my
lifes
whole
acts
,
Most
crownde
,
most
beautified
,
are
basted
all
With
thy
graue
lifes
expiring
in
their
scorne
.
Thy
life
was
rule
to
all
liues
,
and
thy
death
(
Thus
forcibly
despising
life
)
the
quench
Of
all
liues
glories
.
Ant.
Vnreclaimed
man
?
How
censures
Brutus
his
sterne
fathers
fact
?
Bru.
T
was
not
well
done
.
Caes.
O
censure
not
his
acts
;
Who
knew
as
well
what
fitted
man
,
as
all
men
.
Enter
Achilius
,
Septimius
,
Salvius
,
with
Pompeys
head
.
All
kneeling
.
Your
enemies
head
great
Caesar
.
Caes.
Cursed
monsters
,
Wound
not
mine
eyes
with
it
,
nor
in
my
camp
Let
any
dare
to
view
it
;
farre
as
noblesse
The
den
of
barbarisme
flies
,
and
blisse
The
bitterest
curse
of
vext
and
tyrannisde
nature
,
Transferre
it
from
me
.
Borne
the
plagues
of
virtue
How
durst
ye
poyson
thus
my
thoughts
?
to
torture
Them
with
instant
rapture
.
Omn.
3.
Sacred
Caesar
.
Caes.
Away
with
them
;
I
vow
by
all
my
comforts
,
Who
slack
seemes
,
or
not
fiery
in
my
charge
,
Shall
suffer
with
them
.
All
the
souldiers
.
Out
base
murtherers
;
Tortures
,
tortures
for
them
:
bale
them
out
.
Omn.
Cruell
Caesar
.
Caes.
Too
milde
with
any
torture
.
Bru.
Let
me
craue
The
ease
of
my
hate
on
their
one
curst
life
.
Caes.
Good
Brutus
take
it
;
O
you
coole
the
poyson
These
villaines
flaming
pou'rd
vpon
my
spleen
To
suffer
with
my
lothings
.
If
the
blood
Of
euery
common
Roman
toucht
so
neare
;
Shall
I
confirme
the
false
brand
of
my
tyranny
With
being
found
a
fautor
of
his
murther
Whom
my
deare
Country
chusde
to
fight
for
her
?
Ant.
Your
patience
Sir
,
their
tortures
well
will
quit
you
:
Bru.
Let
my
slaues
vse
,
Sir
,
be
your
president
.
Caes.
It
shall
,
I
sweare
:
you
doe
me
infinite
honor
.
O
Cato
,
I
enuy
thy
death
,
since
thou
Enuiedst
my
glory
to
preserue
thy
life
.
Why
fled
his
sonne
and
friend
Statilius
?
So
farre
I
fly
their
hurt
,
that
all
my
good
Shall
fly
to
their
desires
.
And
(
for
himselfe
)
My
Lords
and
Citizens
of
Vtica
,
His
much
renowne
of
you
,
quit
with
your
most
.
And
by
the
sea
,
vpon
some
eminent
rock
,
Erect
his
sumptuous
tombe
;
on
which
aduance
With
all
fit
state
his
statue
;
whose
right
hand
Let
hold
his
sword
,
where
,
may
to
all
times
rest
His
bones
as
honor'd
as
his
soule
is
blest
.