melody
I heare a hoarse, and heauy dolfull voyce,
Of my deare Country crying, that to day
My Glorious triumphs worke her owne decay.
In which how many fatall strokes I gaue,
So many woundes her tender brest receiu'd.
Heere lyeth one that's boucher'd by his Sire
And heere the Sonne was his old Fathers death,
Both slew vnknowing, both vnknowne are slaine,
O that ambition should such mischiefe worke 230
Or meane Men die for great mens proud desire.

ACTVS 1. SCENA 3.

_Enter Anthony, Dolobella, Lord and others._

_An._ From sad _Pharsalia_ blushing al with bloud,
From deaths pale triumphes, _Pompey_ ouerthrowne,
_Romains_ in forraine soyles, brething their last,
Reuenge, stange wars and dreadfull stratagems,
Wee come to set the Lawrell on thy head
And fill thy eares with triumphs and with ioyes.
_Dolo._ As when that _Hector_ from the _Grecian_ campe 240
With spoiles of slaughtered _Argians_ return'd,
The _Troyan_ youths with crownes of conquering palme:
The _Phrigian_ Virgins with faire flowry wrethes
Welcom'd the hope, and pride of _Ilium_,
So for thy victory and conquering actes
Wee bring faire wreths of Honor & renowne,
Which shall enternally thy head adorne.
_Lord._ Now hath thy sword made passage for thy selfe,
To wade in bloud of them that sought thy death,
The ambitious riuall of thine Honors high, 250
Whose mightinesse earst made him to be feard
Now flies and is enforc'd to giue thee place.
Whil'st thou remainst the conquering _Hercules_
Triumphing in thy spoyles and victories.
_Caes._ When _Phoebus_ left faire _Thetis_ watery couch,
And peeping forth from out the goulden gate
Of his bright pallace, saw our battle rank'd:
Oft did hee seeke to turne his fiery steedes,
Oft hid his face, and shund such tragick sights
What stranger passest euer by this cost 260
Thee this accursed soyle distainde with blood
Not Christall riuers, are to quench thy thirst.
For goaring streames, their riuers cleerenesse staines:
Heere are no hils wherewith to feede thine eyes,
But heaped hils of mangled Carkases,
Heere are no birdes to please thee with their notes:
But rauenous Vultures, and night Rauens horse.
_Anto._ What meanes great _Caesar_, droopes our gen