ACT. 3. SCE. I. {SN _Act IV sc. iv_}

_Enter Caesars Ghost._

_Gho._ Out of the horror of those shady vaultes,
Where Centaurs, Harpies, paynes and furies fell:
And Gods and Ghosts and vgly Gorgons dwell,
My restles soule comes heere to tell his wronges.
Hayle to thy walles, thou pride of all the world,
Thou art the place where whilome in my life.
My seat of mounting honour was erected, 1980
And my proud throane that seem'd to check the heauens:
But now my pompe and I are layd more lowe,
With these asosiates of my ouerthrow,
Here ancient _Assur_ and proud _Belus_ lyes,
_Ninus_ the first that sought a Monarches name.
_Atrides_ fierce with the _AEacides_,
The _Greeke Heros_, and the _Troian_ flower,
Blood-thirsting _Cyrus_ and the conquering youth:
That sought to fetch his pedegree from Heauen,
Sterne _Romulus_ and proud _Tarquinius_, 1990
The mighty _Sirians_ and the _Ponticke_ Kings,
_A lcides_ and the stout, _Carthagian_ Lord,
The fatall enemie to the _Roman_ name.
Ambitious _Sylla_ and fierce _Marius_,
And both the _Pompeyes_ by me don to death,
I am the last not least of the same crue,
Looke on my deeds and say what _Caesar_ was,
_Thessalia_, _AEgipt_, _Pontus_, _Africa_,
_Spayne_ _Brittaine_, _Almany_ and _France_,
So many a bloody tryall of my worth. 2000
But why doe I my glory thus restraine,
When all the world was but a Charyot,
Wherein I rode Triumphing in my pride?
But what auaylesthis tale of what I was?
Since in my chefest hight _Brutus_ base hand.
With three and twenty wounds my heart did goare,
Giue me my sword and shild Ile be Reueng'd,
My mortall wounding speare and goulden Crest.
I will dishorse my foemen in the field,
Alasse poore _Caesar_ thou a shadow art, 2010
An ayery substance wanting force and might,
Then will I goe and crie vpon the world,
Exclame on _Anthony_ and _Octauian_,
Which seeke through discord and discentions broyles,
T'imbrue their weapons in each others blood,
And leaue to execute my iust reuenge,
I heare the drummes and bloody Trumpets sound,
O how this sight my greeued soule doth wound,

_Enter Anthony, at on dore, Octauian at
another with Souldiers._