thee receiue his end,
Then purchas honor by a glorious death,
Or liue renown'd by ending _Caesars_ life. 1410
_Bru._ I can no longer beare the Tirants pride,
I cannot heare my Country crie for ayde,
And not bee mooued with her pitious mone,
_Brutus_ thy soule shall neuer more complaine:
That from thy linage and most vertuous stock,
A bastard weake degenerat branch is borne,
For to distaine the honor of thy house.
No more shall now the _Romains_ call me dead,
Ile liue againe and rowze my sleepy thoughts:
And with the Tirants death begin this life. 1420
_Rome_ now I come to reare thy states decayed,
VVhen or this hand shall cure thy fatall wound,
Or else this heart by bleeding on the ground.
_Cas._ Now heauen I see applaudes this enterprise,
And _Rhadamanth_ into the fatall Vrne,
That lotheth death, hath thrust the Tirants name,
_Caesar_ the life that thou in bloud hast led:
Shall heape a bloudy vengance on thine head. _Exeunt._

ACT. 2. SCE. 4. {SN _Act III sc. v_}

_Enter Caesar, Anthony Dolobella, Lords, and others._

_Caes._ Now servile _Pharthia_ proud in _Romaine_ spoile, 1431
Shall pay her ransome vnto _Caesars_ Ghost:
Which vnreuenged roues by the Stygian strond,
Exclaming on our sluggish negligence.
Leaue to lament braue _Romans_, loe I come,
Like to the God of battell, mad with rage,
To die their riuers with vermilion red:
Ile fill _Armenians_ playnes and _Medians_ hils,
With carkases of bastard _Scithian_ broode,
And there proud Princes will I bring to _Rome_, 1440
Chained in fetters to my charriot wheeles:
Desire of fame and hope of sweete reueng,
Which in my brest hath kindled such a flame,
As nor _Euphrates_, nor sweet _Tybers_ streame,
Can quench or slack this feruent boyling heate:
These conquering souldiers that haue followed me,
From vanquisht _France_ to sun-burnt _Meroe_,
Matching the best of _Alexanders_ troopes.
Shall with their lookes put _Parthian_ foes to flight,
And make them twise turne their deceitfull lookes, 1450
_Ant._ The restlesse mind that harbors sorrowing thoughts,
And is with child of noble enterprise,
Doth neuer cease from honors toilesome taske,
Till it bringes forth Eternall gloryes broode.
So yo