death,
Thus from thine ashes _Caesar_ doth arise
As from _Medeas_ haples scatered teeth:
New flames of wars, and new outraigous broyles,
Now smile _AEmathia_ that euen in thy top,
_Romes_ victory and pride shalbe entombd,
And those great conquerors of the vanquished earth,
Shall with their swords come there to dig their graues.

ACTVS. 4. SCENA. 1. {SN _Act IV sc. i_}

_Enter Octauian._

_Octa._ Mourne gentle Heauens for you haue lost your ioy. 1791
Mourne greeued earth thy ornament is gon,
Mourne _Rome_ in great thy Father is deceased:
Mourne thou _Octauian_, thou it is must mourne,
Mourne for thy Vncle who is dead and gon.
Mourne for thy Father to vngently slaine,
Mourne for thy Friend whome thy mishap hath lost,
For Father, Vnkell, Friend, go make thy mone,
Who all did liue, who all did die in one.
But heere I vow these blacke and sable weeds, 1800
The outward signes of inward heauines,
Shall changed be ere long to crimsen hew,
And this soft raiment to a coate of steele,
_Caesar_, no more I heare the mornefull songs.
The tragick pomp of his sad exequies,
And deadly burning torches are at hand,
I must accompany the mornefull troope:
And sacryfice my teares to the Gods below. _Exit._

{SN _Act IV sc. ii_}

_Enter Caesars Hearse Calphurnia Octauian, Anthony,
Cicero, Dolobella, two Romaynes, mourners._

_Calp._ Set downe the hearse and let _Calphurnia_ weepe,
Weepe for her Lord and bath his Wounds in teares: 1812
Feare of the world, and onely hope of _Rome_,
Thou whilest thou liuedst was _Calphurnias_ ioye,
And being dead my ioyes are dead with thee:
Here doth my care and comfort resting lie:
Let them accompany thy mournefull hearse.
_Cice._ This is the hearse of vertue and renowne,
Here stroe red roses and sweete violets:
And lawrell garlands for to crowne his fame, 1820
The Princely weede of mighty conquerors:
These worthles obsequies poore _Rome_ bestowes,
Vpon thy sacred ashes and deare hearse.
_1. Rom._ And as a token of thy liuing praise,
And fame immortall take this laurell wreath,
Which witnesseth thy name shall neuer die:
And with this take the Loue and teares of _Rome_,
For on thy tombe shall still engrauen be,
Thy losse, her griefe,