Thy sacred ashes will I wash with teares,
And thus lament my Countries obsequies.

ACT. I. SC. 5. {SN _Act I sc. iii_}

_Enter Pompey and Cornelia._

_Cor._ O cruel _Pompey_ whether wilt thou flye,
And leaue thy poore _Cornelia_ thus forlorne, 370
Is't our bad fortune or thy cruell will
That still it seuers in extremity.
O let me go with thee, and die with thee,
Nothing shall thy _Cornelia_ grieuous thinke
That shee endures for her sweete _Pompeys_ sake.
_Pom._ Tis for thy weale and safty of thy life,
Whose safty I preferre before the world,
Because I loue thee more then all the world,
That thou (sweete loue) should'st heere remaine behinde
Till proofe assureth _Ptolomyes_ doubted faith. 380
_Cor._ O deerest, what shall I my safty call,
That which is thrust in dangers harmefull mouth?
Lookes not the thing so bad with such a name,
Call it my death, my bale, my wo, my hell,
That which indangers my sweete _Pompeys_ life.
_Pom._ It is no danger (gentle loue) at all,
Tis but thy feare that doth it so miscall.
_Cor._ Ift bee no danger let me go with thee,
And of thy safty a partaker bee,
Alas why would'st thou leaue mee thus alone: 390
Thinkst thou I cannot follow thee by Land
That thus haue followed thee ouer raging Seas,
Or do I varie in inconstant hopes:
O but thinke you my pleasure luckles is
And I haue made thee more vnfortunate.
Tis I, tis I, haue caus'd this ouerthrow,
Tis my accursed starres that boade this ill,
And those mis-fortunes to my princely loue,
Reuenge thee _Pompey_, on this wicked brat,
And end my woes by ending of my life, 400
_Pom._ What meanes my loue to aggrauate my griefe,
And torture my enough tormented Soule,
With greater greuance then _Pharsalian_ losse?
Thy rented hayre doth rent my heart in twayne,
And these fayr Seas, that raine downe showers of tears,
Do melt my soule in liqued streames of sorrow.
If that in _AEgipt_ any daunger bee,
Then let my death procure thy sweet liues safety,
_Cor._ Can I bee safe and _Pompey_ in distresse,
Or may _Cornelia_ suruiue they death, 410
What daunger euer happens to my Soule.
What daunger eke shall happen to my life,
Nor _Libians_ qui