_ 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.

_Caes._ 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 _Phaebe_ 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.

_Caes._ _Lydia_ to her, and _Siria_ he gaue,
_Cyprus_ of golde, _Arabia_ rich of smelles:
And to his children more _Cilicia_,
_Parth's_, _Medes_, _Armenia_, _Phaenicia_:
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?

_Caes._ Nay, neuer _Rome_ more iniuries receiu'd,
Since thou, o _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,
Wh