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SCE. 1.

Enter Cassius.
Cas.
Harke how Cæsarians with resounding shoutes,
Tell heauens of their pompes and victories,
Cæsar 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,
As Phæbus from his Orientall gate,
Mounted vpon the firy Phlegetons backes.
Comes prauncing forth, shaking his dewie locks:
Cæsar 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,
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,

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