Rose against me, who longer could not beare My sisters wrong he did so ill entreat: Seing her left while that his leud delights Her husband with his _Cleopatra_ tooke In _Alexandrie_, where both nights and daies Their time they pass’d in nought but loues and plaies. All _Asias_ forces into one he drewe, And forth he sett vpon the azur’d waues A thousand and a thousand Shipps, which fill’d With Souldiors, pikes, with targets, arrowes, darts, Made _Neptune_ quake, and all the watrie troupes Of _Glauques_, and _Tritons_ lodg’d at _Actium_. But mightie Gods, who still the force withstand Of him, who causles doth another wrong, In lesse then moments space redus’d to nought All that proud power by Sea or land he brought. _Agr._ Presumptuouse pride of high and hawtie sprite, Voluptuouse care of fonde and foolish loue, Haue iustly wrought his wrack: who thought he helde (By ouerweening) Fortune in his hand. Of vs he made no count, but as to play, So fearles came our forces to assay. So sometimes fell to Sonnes of Mother Earth, Which crawl’d to heau’n warre on the Gods to make, _Olymp_ on _Pelion_, _Ossa_on _Olymp_, _Pindus_ on _Ossa_ loading by degrees: That at hand strokes with mightie clubbes they might On mossie rocks the Gods make tumble downe: When mightie _Ioue_ with burning anger chaf’d, Disbraind with him _Gyges_ and _Briareus_, Blunting his darts vpon their brused bones. For no one thing the Gods can lesse abide In dedes of men, then Arrogance and Pride. And still the proud, which too much takes in hand, Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand. _Cæs._ Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower, Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes, Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes. What monstrous pride, nay what impietie Incen’st him onward to the Gods disgrace? When his two children, _Cleopatras_ bratts, To _Phæbe_ and her brother he compar’d, _Latonas_ race, causing them to be call’d The Sunne and Moone? Is not this folie right? And is not this the Gods to make his foes? And is not this himself to worke his woes? _Agr._ In like proud sort he caus’d his head to leese The Iewish king _Antigonus_, to haue His Realme for balme, that _Cleopatra_ lou’d, As though on him he had some treason prou’d. _Cæs._ _Lydia_ to her, and _Siria_ he gaue, _Cyprus_ of golde, _Arabia_ rich of smelles: And to his children more _Cilicia_, _Parth’s_, _Medes_, _Armenia_, _Phænicia_: The kings of kings proclaiming them to be, By his owne worde, as by a sound decree. _Agr._ What? Robbing his owne countrie of her due Triumph’d he not in _Alexandria_, Of _Artabasus_ the _Armenian_ King, Who yelded on his periur’d word to him?