and vnquenced Hates,
Horror and vgly Murther (nights blacke child,)
Let sterne _Maegera_ on her thundering drumme, 2070
Play gastly musicke to comsort your deathes.
Banner to banner, foote gainst foote opos'd,
Sword against sword, shild gainst shild, and life to life,
Let death goe raginge through your armed rankes,
And load himselfe with heapes of murthered men,
And let Heauens iustice send you all to Hell,
_Anth._ Shamst thou not _Anthony_ to draw thy sword,
On _Caesars_ Sonne, for rude rash youth full brawles,
And dost let passe their treason vnrevenged,
That _Caesars_ life and glory both did end, 2080
_Octa._ Shame of my selfe, and this intended fight,
Doth make me feare t' approach his dreadfull sight:
Forgiue my slacknes to reuenge thy wronges,
Pardon my youth that rashly was mislead,
Through vaine ambition for to doe this deed,
_Gho._ Then ioyne your hands and heare let battle cease,
Chang feare to Ioy, and warre to smooth-fac't Peace.
_Oct._ Then Father heere in sight of Heauen and thee,
I giue my hand and heart to _Anthony_,
_Ant._ Take likewise mine, the hand that once was vowd', 2090
To bee imbrued in thy luke-warme bloud,
VVhich now shall strike in yong _Octauians_ rights.
_Gho._ Now sweare by all the Dieties of Heauen,
All Gods and powers you do adore and serue:
For to returne my murther on their cruell head,
Whose trayterous hands my guiltles bloud haue shed.
_Anth._ Then by the Gods that through the raging waues,
Brought thee braue _Troian_ to old _Latium_,
And great _Quirinus_ placed now in Heauen:
By the _Gradinus_ that with shield of Brasse, 2100
Defendest _Rome_, by the ouerburning flames
Of _Vesta_ and _Carpeian_ Towers of _Ioue_.
Vowes _Anthony_ to quite thy worthy death,
Or in performance loose his vitall breath.
_Octa._ The like _Octauian_ vowes to Heauen and thee.
_Gho._ Then go braue warriors with succesfull hap,
Fortune shall waite vpon your rightfull armes,
And courage sparkell, from your Princely eyes,
Dartes of reuenge to daunt your enemies.
_Antho._ Now with our armies both conioyned in one, 2110
Weele meete the enemy in _Macedon_:
_AEmathian_ fieldes shall change her flowry greene,
And die proud _Flora_ in a sadder