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Let come their leaders whom long peace hath quaild;
Raw soldiers lately prest; and troops of gowns ;
Babbling Marcellus; Cato whom fools reverence !
Must Pompey's followers with strangers' aid,
(Whom from his youth he brib'd) needs makes him

king ?
And shall he triumph long before his time,
And having once got head still shall he reign?
What should I talk of men's corn reap'd by force,
And by him kept of purpose for a dearth.
Who sees not war sit by the quivering judge ;
And sentence given in rings of naked swords,
And laws assail'd, and arm'd men in the senate.
'Twas his troop hemm'd in Milo being accus'd;
And now lest age might wain his state, he casts
For civil war, wherein through use he's known
To exceed his master, that arch-traitor Sylla.
A brood of barbarous tigers having lapp'd
The blood of many a herd, whilst with their dams
They kennel'd in Hircania, evermore
Will rage and prey; so Pompey, thou having lick'd

from Sylla's sword art yet athirst. Jaws fresh with blood continue murderous. Speak, when shall this thy long usurp'd power end? What end of mischief? Sylla teaching thee, At last learn, wretch! to leave thy monarchy; What now Sicilian pirates are suppress'd And jaded, king of Pontus, poisoned, slain, Must Pompey as his last foe plume on me, Because at his command I wound not up

Warm gore


My conquering eagles ? say I merit nought,
Yet for long service done, reward these men,
And so they triumph, be't with whom ye will.
Whither now shall these old bloodless souls repair ?
What seats for their deserts ? what store of
For servitors to till? What colonies
To rest their bones? say Pompey, are these worse
Than pirates of Sicilia ? they had houses.
Spread, spread these flags that ten years space have

Let's use our tried force; they that now thwart right,
In war will yeild to wrong: the gods are with us,
Neither spoil nor kingdom seek we by these arms,
But Rome, at thraldom's feet, to rid from tyrants."
This spoke, none answered but a murmuring buz
Th' unstable people made: their household gods
And love to Rome (though slaughter steeld their

hearts And minds were prone)restrain'd them; but war's love And Cæsar's awe dash'd all: then Lælius The chief centurion crown'd with oaken leaves For saving of a Roman citizen, Stepp'd forth, and cry'd, “ Chief leader of Rome's

force, So be, I may be bold to speak a truth ; We grieve at this thy patience and delay. What! doubt'st thou us? even now when youthful

blood Pricks forth our lively bodies, and strong arms Can mainly throw the dart, wilt thou indure



These purple grooms ? that senale's tyranas
Is conquest got by civil war so heipoes?
Well, lead us then to Syrtes' desert sbore ;
Or Scythia ; or hot Lybia's thirsty sands!
This hand, that all behind us might be quaild,
Hath with thee past the swelling ocean;
And swept the foaming breast of Artic Rhene.
Love overrules my will ; I must obey thee
Cæsar; he whom I hear thy trumpets charge,
I hold no Roman; by these ten blest epsigos
And all thy several triumphs, should'st thou bid me
Intomb my sword within my brother's bowels,
Or father's throat, or women's groaning womb,
This hand (albeit unwilling) should perform it,
Or rob the gods, or sacred temples fire :
These troops should soon pull down the church of

If to encamp on Tuscan Tiber's streams,
He boldly quarter out the fields of Rome ;
What walls thou wilt be levell’d with the ground,
These hands shall thrust the ram, and make them fly,
Albeit the city thou would'st have so raz'd
Be Rome itself.” Here every band applauded,
And with their hands held up, all jointly cry'd
They'll follow where he please. The shouts rent

heaven, As when against pine-bearing Ossa's rocks, Beats Thracian Boreas; or when trees bow'd down, And rustling swing up as the wind sets breath. When Cæsar saw his army prone to war,

And fates so bent, lest sloth and long delay
Might cross him, he withdrew his troops from France,
And in all quarters musters men for Rome.
They by Lemannus' nook forsook their tents ;
They whom the Ligones foil'd with painted spears,
Under the rocks by crooked Vogesus;

many came from shallow Isara,
Who running long, falls in a greater flood,
And ere he sees the sea looseth his name;
The yellow Ruthens left their garrisons ;
Mild Atax glad it bears not Roman boats ;
And frontier Varus that the camp is far,
Sent aid ; so did Alcides' port, whose seas
Eat hollow rocks, and where the north-west wind,
Nor zephyr rules not, but the north' alone.
Turmoils the coast, and entrance forbids :
And others came from that uncertain shore,
Which is nor sea, nor land, but oftimes both,
And changeth as the ocean ebbs and flows;
Whether the sea roll'd always from that point,
Whence the wind blows, still forced to and fro;
Or that the wandering main follow the moon,
Or flaming Titan, feeding on the deep,
Pulls them aloft, and makes the surge kiss heaven;
Philosophers look you, for unto me,

Thou cause whate'er thou be whom God assigns,
This great effect, art hid. They came that dwell,
By Neme's fields and banks of Aturus,
Where Tarbels winding shores embrace the sea,
The Santons that rejoice in Cæsar's love,

Those of Bituriges and light Axon pikes;
And they of Rhene, and Leuca cunning darters,
And Sequana that well could manage steeds ;
The Belgians apt to govern British cars ;
Th’ Averni too, which boldly feign themselves
The Roman's brethren, sprung of Illian race;
The stubborn Nervians stain'd with Cotta's blood;
And Vangions who like those of Sarmata,
Wear open slops : and fierce Batavians,
Whom trumpet's clang incites, and those that dwell
By Cynga's stream, and where swift Rhodanus,
Drives Araris to sea; they near the hills,
Under whose hoary rocks Gebenna hangs;
And Trevier, thou being glad that wars are past thee;

you late shorn Ligurians, who were wont
In large spread hair to exceed the rest of France;
And where to Hesus, and fell Mercury,
They offer human flesh, and where it seems
Bloody like Dian, whom the Scythians serve;
And you French bardi, whose immortal pens
Renown the valiant souls slain in your wars,
Sit safe at home and chaunt sweet poesy;
And Druids you now in peace renew
Your barbarous customs, and sinister rites
In unfelld woods, and sacred groves you dwell,
And only gods and heavenly powers you know;-
Or only know you nothing. For you hold
That souls pass not to silent Erebus
Or Pluto's bloodless kingdom, but elsewhere
Resume a body; so (if truth you sing)

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