Till that more liues might bee extinquished,
Then his ambition, _Romanes_ Slaughtered.
_Tre._ How heauens haue iustly on the authors head,
Returnd the guiltles blood which he hath shed,
And _Pompey_ he who caused thy Tragedy,
Here breathles lies before thy Noble Statue,

_Enter Anthony._ 1740

_Anth._ What cryes of death resound within my eares,
Whome I doe see great _Caesar_ buchered thus?
What said I great? I Caesar thou wast great,
But O that greatnes was that brought thy death:
O vniust Heauens, (if Heauens at all there be,)
Since vertues wronges makes question of your powers,
How could your starry eyes this shame behold,
How could the sunne see this and not eclipze?
Fayre bud of fame ill cropt before thy time:
What _Hyrcan_ tygar, or wild sauage bore, 1750
(For he more heard then Bore or Tyger was,)
Durst do so vile and execrate a deede,
Could not those eyes so full of maiesty,
Nor priesthood (o not thus to bee prophand)
Nor yet the reuerence to this sacred place,
Nor flowing eloquence of thy goulden tounge,
Nor name made famous through immortall merit,
Deter those murtherors from so vild a deed?
Sweete friend accept these obsequies of mine,
Which heare with teares I doe vnto thy hearse, 1760
And thou being placed a mong the shining starrs.
Shalt downe from Heauen behold what deepe reueng,
I will inflict vpon the murtherers, _Exit with Caesar, in his armes._

_FINIS._ Act. 3.

{SN _Chor. IV_}

_Enter Discord._

_Dis._ _Brutus_ thou hast what long desire hath sought,
_Caesar_ Lyes weltring in his purple Goare,
Thou art the author of _Romes_ liberty,
Proud in thy murthering hand and bloody knife. 1770
Yet thinke _Octauian_ and sterne _Anthony_.
Cannot let passe this murther vnreuenged,
_Thessalia_ once againe must see your blood,
And _Romane_ drommes must strike vp new a laromes,
Harke how _Bellona_ shakes her angry lance:
And enuie clothed in her crimson weed,
Me thinkes I see the fiery shields to clash,
Eagle gainst Eagle, _Rome_ gainst _Rome_ to fight,
_Phillipi_, _Caesar_ quittance must thy wronges,
Whereas that hand shall stab that trayterous heart. 1780
That durst encourage it to worke thy