_Cæs._ Nay, neuer _Rome_ more iniuries receiu’d, Since thou, ô _Romulus_, by flight of birds with happy hand the _Romain_ walles did’st build, Then _Antonies_ fond loues to it hath done. Nor euer warre more holie, nor more iust, Nor vndertaken with more hard constraint, Then is this warre: which were it not, our state Within small time all dignitie should loose: Though I lament (thou Sunne my witnes art; And thou great _Ioue_) that it so deadly proues: That _Romain_ bloud should in such plentie flowe, Watring the fields and pastures where we goe. What _Carthage_ in olde hatred obstinate, What _Gaule_ still barking at our rising state, What rebell _Samnite_, what fierce _Pyrrhus_ power, What cruell _Mithridate_, what _Parth_ hath wrought Such woe to _Rome_: whose common wealth he had, (Had he bene victor) into _Egipt_ brought. _Agr._ Surely the Gods, which haue this Cittie built Stedfast to stand as long as time endures, Which kepe the Capitoll, of vs take care, And care will take of those shall after come, Haue made you victor, that you might redresse Their honor growne by passed mischieues lesse. _Cæs._ The seelie man when all the Greekish Sea His fleete had hidd, in hope me sure to drowne, Me battaile gaue: where fortune, in my stede, Repulsing him his forces disaraied. Him selfe tooke flight, soone as his loue he saw All wanne through feare with full sailes flie away. His men, though lost, whome none did now direct, With courage fought fast grappled shipp with shipp, Charging, resisting, as their oares would serue, With darts, with swords, with Pikes, with fierie flames. So that the darkned night her starrie vaile Vpon the bloudie sea had ouer-spred, Whilst yet they held: and hardlie, hardlie then They fell to flieng on the wauie plaine. All full of Souldiors ouerwhelm’d with waues: The aire throughout with cries and grones did sound: The Sea did blush with bloud: the neighbor shores Groned, so they with shipwracks pestred were, And floting bodies left for pleasing foode To birds, and beasts, and fishes of the sea. You know it well _Agrippa_. _Ag._ Mete it was The _Romain_ Empire so should ruled be, As heau’n is rul’d: which turning ouer vs, All vnder things by his example turnes. Now as of heau’n one onely Lord we know: One onely Lord should rule this earth below. When one self pow’re is common made to two, Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe. In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare; Meane while the people all the smart do beare. _Cæs._ Then to the ende none, while my daies endure, Seeking to raise himselfe may succours finde, We must with bloud marke this our victorie, For iust example to all memorie. Murther we must, vntill not one we leaue, Which may hereafter vs of rest bereaue. _Ag._ Marke it with murthers? who of that can like?