Our mother long perswading vs to peace, And both perceiuing our attempts but vaine, Did both agree our discordes to surcease, And for to part the empire into twaine: My selfe should holde of _Europe_ all the maine With th’isles thereof, and _Geta_ all the East, Of _Asia_ all the [realmes and] islands most and least. 12. As thus we parle amongst the counsayle all, And so decree, full purposed thereto, The _Senate_, which foresawe mishaps might fall, Still sadly sate, durst nothing say nor doe: But _Iulia_ then the mother of vs two, When she perceiude the _Senate_ pause for feare, Arose to speake, and sayd as you shall heare. 13. “The sea and land (quoth she) my sonnes you get, You finde a way how you may them deuide: The _Pontique_ floud betweene you both is set For boundes of both, it buts on eyther side: But how will you your mother now deuide? How shall my haplesse corps be parted, put Betweene you both, shall I likewise be cut? 14. “If needes in twayne you part this empire must, I see what discorde after may betyde: How empire makes men guiltlesse bloud to thrust, What noble peeres for this betrayde, haue dyde. T’were better both, the _Romaynes_ well to guyde, Then separate farre, without so firme a stay, Your seuered force some treason should decay. 15. “One man himselfe may much by wit foresee, But twaine may more perceiue perdy then one:[1140] One friendly man by fauour much may bee, But two in friendship knit, neede feare no fone. Two brethren then to rule the world alone As brethren shoulde, and liue in faithfull sorte, The worlde their loue and honours will reporte. 16. “But if deuide the Empire all you will, First ere you goe for to enioy your raigne, My woefull corps I pray you here to kill, And it deuide betweene you both in twaine, That I may eke with both of you remayne. Doe burie each a parte so distant farre, Deuided as your seates, selues, kingdomes are.” 17. So when she spoken had, with teares shee came, And sobbes, beseeching both, embracing vs, And wil’d we should our selues to friendship frame, Not bearing hate in hart, and enuie thus: On which the _Senate_ nothing durst discusse, But all arose, departing did lament, Which vew’de our thirsting sore, to bloudshed bent. 18.