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Death brings long life. Doubtless these northern
Whom death the greatest of all fears affrights not,
Are blest by such sweet error; this makes them
Run on the sword's point and desire to die,
And shame to spare life which being lost is won;
You likewise that repulse the Caick foe,
March towards Rome; and you fierce men of Rhene
Leaving your country open to the spoil.
These being come, their huge power made him bold
To manage greater deeds; the bordering towns
He garrison'd ; and Italy he fill'd with soldiers.
Vain same increas'd true fear, and did invade
The peoples 'minds, and laid before their eyes
Slaughter to come, and swiftly bringing news
Of present war, made many lies and tales:
One swears his troops of daring horsemen fought,
Upon Mevania's plain, where bulls are graz'd ;
Other that Caesar's barbarous bands were spread
Along Nar flood that into Tiber falls,
And that his own ten ensigns, and the rest
March'd not entirely, and yet hid the ground,
And that he's much chang'd, looking wild and big,
And far more barbarous than the French, his vassals;
And that he lags behind with them of purpose,
Born betwixt the Alps and Rhene, which he hath
brought -
From out their northern parts, and that Rome,
He looking on, by these men should be sack'd.
Thus in his fright did each man strengthen fame,

And without ground, fear'd, what themselves had
Nor were the commons only struck to heart
With this vain terror; but the court, the senate,
The fathers selves leap'd fom their seats, and flying,
Left hateful war decreed to both the consuls.
Then with their fear and danger all distract,
Their sway of flight carries the heady rout
That in chain'd troops break forth at every port;
You would have thought their houses had been fir’d
Or dropping-ripe, ready to fall with ruin,
So rush'd the inconsiderate multitude
Thorough the city hurried headlong on,
As if the only hope (that did remain
To their afflictions) were t'abandon Rome.
Look how when stormy Auster from the beach
Of Libian Syrtes rolls a monstrous wave,
Which makes the mainsail fall with hideous sound;
The pilot from the helm leaps in the sea;
And mariners, albeit the keel be sound,
Shipwreck themselves; even so the city left,
All rise in arms; nor could the bed-rid parents
Keep back their sons, or women's tears their hus-
They stay'd not either to pray or sacrifice;
Their household gods restrain them not; none lingered,
As loath to leave Rome whom they held so dear:
Th' irrevocable people fly in troops.
O gods ! that easy grant men great estates,
But hardly grace to keep them: Rome that flows

With citizens and captains, and would hold The world (were it together) is by cowards Left as a prey, now Caesar doth approach: When Romans are besieg'd by foreign foes, With slender trench they escape night stratagems, And sudden rampart rais'd of turf snatch'd up, Would make them sleep securely in their tents. Thou Rome at name of war run'st from thyself, And wilt not trust thy city walls one night. Well might these fear, when Pompey fear'd and fled. Now evermore lest some one hope might ease The common jangling minds, apparent signs arose, Strange sights appear'd, the angry threat'ning gods Fill'd both the earth and seas with prodigies; Great store of strange and unknown stars were seen Wandering about the north, and rings of fire Fly in the air, and dreadful bearded stars, And comets that presage the fall of kingdoms. The flattering sky glitter'd in often flames, And sundry fiery meteors blaz'd in heaven; Now spearlike long; now like a spreading torch: Lightning in silence, stole forth without clouds, And from the northern climate snatching fire, Blasted the Capitol: the lesser stars Which wont to run their course through empty night At noon-day muster'd; Phoebe having fill'd Her meeting horns to match her brother's light, Struck with the earth's sudden shadow waxed pale; Titan himself thron'd in the midst of heaven, His burning chariot plung'd in sable clouds,

And whelm'd the world in darkness, making inea
Despair of day; as did Thiestes town,
(Mycenae) Phoebus flying through the east:
Fierce Mulciber unbarred Etna's gate,
Which flamed not on high; but headlong pitch'd
Her burning head on bending Hespery.
Coal black Charibdis whirl'd a sea of blood;
Fierce mastiffs howl'd; the vestal fires went out,
The flame in Alba consecrate to Jove,
Parted in twain; and with a double point
Rose like the Theban brother's funeral fire;
The earth went off her hinges; and the Alps
Shook the old snow from off their trembling laps.
The ocean swell'd as high as Spanish Calpe;
Or Atlas head; their saints and household gods
Sweat tears to shew the travails of their city.
Crowns fell from holy statues, ominous birds
Defil'd the day, and wild beasts were seen,
Leaving the woods, lodge in the streets of Rome.
Cattle were seen that mutter'd human speech:
Prodigious births with more and ugly joints
Than nature gives, whose sigh appals the mother,
And dismal prophesies were spread abroad:
And they whom fierce Bellona's fury moves
To wound their arms, sing vengeance: Sybil's press,
Curling their bloody locks, howl dreadful things;
Souls quiet and appeas'd sigh from their graves;
Clashing of arms was heard; in untrod woods
Shrill voices shriek'd, and ghosts encounter men;
Those that inhabited the suburb fields

Fled; foul Erinnis stalk'd about the walls,
Shaking her snaky lair and crooked pine
With flaming top, much like that hellish fiend
Which made the stern Lycurgus wound his thigh,
Or fierce Agave mad; or like Megaera
That scar'd Alcides, when by Juno's task
He had before look'd Pluto in the face.
Trumpets were heard to sound; and with what noise
An armed battle joins, such and more strange
Black night brought forth in secret: Sylla's ghost
Was seen to walk, singing sad oracles,
And Marius' head above cold Tav'rone peering,
(His grave broke open) did affright the boors.
To these ostents (as their old custom was)
They call th' Etrurian augurs, amongst whom
The gravest Aruns, dwelt in forsaken Luna,
Well skill'd in pyromancy; one that knew
The hearts of beasts, and flights of wandering fowls;
First he commands such monsters nature hatch'd
Against her kind (the barren mules' loath'd issue)
To be cut forth and cast in dismal fires;
Then, that the trembling citizens should walk
About the city; then the sacred priests
That with divine lustration purg'd the walls,
And went round, in, and without the town.
Next, an inferior troop, in tuck'd-up vestures,
After the Gabine manner; then the nuns
And their veil'd matron, who alone might view
Minerva's statue; then they that keep and read

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