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SCENA 2.

Enter Cæsar, Antony, Dolobella, Lords, two Romaines, & others
Cæsar.
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,
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 Phægiean fields the King of Gods,
With conquering spoyles and Tropheus proud returnd,
When great Typheus fell by thundering darts,
And rod away with their Cælestiall 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 my glorious lampes,
Cassiopea leaue thy starry chayre,
And on my Sun-bright Chariot wheels attend,
Which in triumphing pompe doth Cæsar beare.
To Earths astonishment, and amaze of Heauen:
Now looke proude Rome from thy seuen-fould seate,
And see the world thy subiect, at thy feete,
And Cæsar ruling ouer all the world.

Dolo.
Now let vs cease to boast of Romulus,
First author of high Rome and Romaines name.
Nor talke of Scaurus, worthy Africans,
The scurge of Libia, and of Carthage pride,
Nor of vnconquered Paulus dauntles minde,
Since Cæsars glory them exceedes as farre
As shining Phebe doth the dimmest starre.

Ant.
Like as the Ship-man that hath lost the starre.
By which his doubtfull ship he did direct,
Wanders in darkenes, and in Cloudy night,
So hauing lost my starr, my Gouernesse.
Which did direct me, with her Sonne-bright ray,
In greefe I wander and in sad dismay:
And though of triumphes and of victoryes,
I do the out-ward signes and Trophies beare,
Yet see mine inward mind vnder that face,
Whose collours to these Triumphes is disgrace.

Lord.
As when from vanquished Macedonia,
Triumphing ore King Persius ouerthrow,
Conquering Æmelius, in great glory came.
Shewing the worlds spoyles which he had bereft,
From the successors of great Alexander,
With such high pomp, yea greater victories,
Cæsar triumphing coms into fayre Rome,

1. Rom.
In this one Champion all is comprehended,
Which ancient times in seuerall men commended,
Alcides strength, Achilles dauntles heart,
Great Phillips Sonne by magnanimity.
Sterne Pyrhus vallour, and great Hectors might,
And all the prowes, that ether Greece or Troy,
Brought forth in that same ten years Troians warre.

2. Rom.
Faire Rome great monument of Romulus.
Thou mighty seate of consuls and of Kings:
Ouer-victorious now Earths Conquerer,
Welcome thy valiant sonne that to thee brings,
Spoyles of the world, and exquies of Kings.

Cæsar.
The conquering Issue of immortall Ioue,
Which in the Persian spoyles first fetch his fame.
Then through Hydasspis, and the Caspian waues,
Vnto the sea vnknowne his praise did propagate,
Must to my glory vayle his conquering crest:
The Lybick Sands, and Africk Sirts hee past.
Bactrians and Zogdians, knowne but by their names,
Whereby his armes resistles, powers subdued,
And Ganges streames congeald with Indian blood,
Could not transeport his burthen to the sea.
But these nere lerned at Mars his games to play,
Nor tost these bloody bals, of dread and death:
Arar and proud Saramna speaks my praise,
Rohdans shrill Tritons through their brasen trumpes,
Ecco my fame against the Gallian Towers,
And Isis wept to see her daughter Thames.
Chainge her cleere cristall, to vermilian sad,
The big bond German, and Heluetian stout,
Which well haue learned to tosse a tusked speare,
And well can curbe a noble stomackt horse,
Can Cæsars vallour witnes to their greefe
Iuba the mighty Affrick Potentate,
That with his cole-black Negroes to the field,
Backt with Numidian and Getulian horse,
Hath felt the puissance of a Roman sword,
I entred Asia with my banners spred,
Displayed the Ægle on the Euxin sea:
By Iason first, and ventrous Argo cut,
And in the rough Cimerian Bosphorus:
A heauy witnesse of Pharnaces flight,
And now am come to triumph heere in Rome,
VVith greater glory then ere Romaine did.

Exeunt.
Sound drums and Trumpets amaine.
Enter Anthony.
Antho.
Alas these triumphes mooue not me at all,
But only do renew remembrance sad,
Of her triumphing and imperious lookes,
VVhich is the Saint and Idoll of my thoughtes:
First was I wounded by her percing eye:
Next prisoner tane by her captiuing speech,
And now shee triumphes ore my conquered heart,
In Cupids Chariot ryding in her pride,
And leades me captiue bounde in Beauties bondes:
Cæsars lip-loue, that neuer touch'd his heart,
By present triumph and the absent fire,
Is now waxt could; but mine that was more deepe,
Ingrauen in the marble of my brest,
Nor time nor Fortune ere can raze it out.

Enter Anthonies bonus genius.
Gen.
Anthony, base femall Anthony,
Thou womans souldiar, fit for nights assaults,
Hast thou so soone forgot the discipline,
And wilsome taskes thy youth was trayned to,
Thy soft downe Pillow, was a helme of steele:
The could damp earth, a bed to ease thy toyle,
Afrigted slumbers were thy golden sleepes:
Hunger and thirst thy sweetest delicates,
Sterne horror, gastly woundes, pale greesly death:
Thy winde depressing pleasures and delights,
And now so soone hath on enchanted face,
These manly labours luld in drowsy sleepe:
The Gods (whose messenger I heere do stand)
Will not then drowne thy fame in Idlenesse:
Yet must Philippi see thy high exploytes,
And all the world ring of thy Victories.

Antho.
Say what thou art, that in this dreadful sort
Forbidd'st me of my Cleopatra's loue.

Gen.
I am thy bonus Genius, Anthony,
VVhich to thy dul eares this do prophecy:
That fatall face which now doth so bewitch thee,
Like to that vaine vnconstant Greekish dame,
VVhich made the stately Ilian towres to smoke,
Shall thousand bleeding Romains lay one ground:
Hymen in sable not in saferon robes,
Instead of roundes shall dolefull dirges singe.
For nuptiall tapers, shall the furies beare,
Blew-burning torches to increase your feare:
The bride-grooms scull shal make the bridal bondes:
And hel-borne hags shall dance an Antick round,
VVhile Hecate Hymen (heu, heu) Hymen cries,
And now methinkes I see the seas blew face:
Hidden with shippes, and now the trumpets sound,
And weake Canopus with the Ægle striues,
Neptune amazed at this dreadfull sight:
Cals blew sea Gods for to behold the fight,
Glaucus and Panopea, Proteus ould,
VVho now for feare changeth his wonted shape,
Thus your vaine loue which with delight begunne:
In Idle sport shall end with bloud and shame.

Exit.
Antho.
VVhat wast my Genius that mee threatned thus?
They say that from our birth he doth preserue:
And on mee will he powre these miseries?
VVhat burning torches, what alarums of warre,
VVhat shames did he to my loues prophesie?
O no hee comes as winged Mercurie,
From his great Father Ioue, t' Anchises sonne
To warne him leaue the wanton dalliance,
And charming pleasures of the Tyrian Court,
Then wake the Anthony from this idle dreame,
Cast of these base effeminate passions:
Which melt the courrage of thy manlike minde,
And with thy sword receiue thy sleeping praise.

Exit.