that long in pleasures idle lap,
And daliance vayne of his Proud Curtezan,
Had luld his sterne and bloody thoughts a sleepe,
Now in _Rome_ streets ore _Romaines_ come to triumph,
And to the _Romains_ shews those _Tropheyes_ sad,
Which from the _Romaines_ he with blood did get:
The Tyrant mounted in his goulden chayre,
Rides drawne with milke white palferies in like pride, 1180
As _Phaebus_ from his Orientall gate,
Mounted vpon the firy _Phlegetons_ backes.
Comes prauncing forth, shaking his dewie locks:
_Caesar_ thou art in gloryes cheefest pride,
Thy sonne is mounted in the highest poynt:
Thou placed art in top of fortunes wheele,
Her wheele must turne, thy glory must eclipse,
Thy Sunne descend and loose his radiant light,
And if none be, whose countryes ardent loue,
And losse of _Roman_ liberty can moue, 1190
Ile be the man that shall this taske performe.
_Cassius_ hath vowed it to dead _Pompeys_ soule,
_Cassius_ hath vowed it to afflicted _Rome_,
_Cassius_ hath vowed it, witnes Heauen and Earth, _Exit._

ACTVS 3. SCENA 2. {SN _Act III sc. ii_}

_Enter Caesar, Antony, Dolobella, Lords, two Romaines, & others._

_Caesar._ Now haue I shaked of these womanish linkes,
In which my captiud thoughts were chayned a fore,
By that fayre charming _Circes_ wounding look,
And now like that same ten yeares trauayler, 1200
Leauing be-hind me all my trobles past.
I come awayted with attending fame,
Who through her shrill triump doth my name resound,
And makes proud _Tiber_ and _Lygurian Poe_,
(Yet a sad witner of the Sunne-Gods losse,)
Beare my names glory to the _Ocean_ mayne,
Which to the worlds end shall it bound it againe,
As from _Phaegiean_ fields the King of the Gods,
With conquering spoyles and _Tropheus_ proud returnd,
When great _Typheus_ fell, by thundering darts, 1210
And rod away with their Caelestiall troops,
In greatest pride through Heauens smooth paued way,
So shall the Pompeous glory of my traine,
Daring to match ould _Saturns_ kingly Sonne,
Call downe these goulden lampes from the bright skie,
And leaue Heauen blind, my greatnes to admire.
This laurell garland in fayre conquest made,
Shall stayne the pride of _Ariadnes_ crowne,
Clad in the beauty of