hew:
Siluer _Stremonia_, whose faire Christall waues,
Once founded great _Alcides_ echoing fame:
When as he slew that fruitefull headed snake,
Which _Lerna_ long-time fostered in her wombe:
Shall in more tragick accentes and sad tunes,
Eccho the terror of thy dismall sight,
_Hemus_ shall fat his barren fieldes with bloud: 2120
And yellow _Ceres_ spring from woundes of men,
The toyling husband-men in time to come,
Shall with his harrow strike on rusty helmes,
And finde, and wonder, at our swordes and speares,
And with his plowe dig vp braue _Romans_ graues:

ACT. 5. SCE 1. {SN _Chor. V_}

_Enter Discord._

_Dis._ The balefull haruest of my ioy, thy woe
Gins ripen _Brutus_, Heauens commande it so. 2130
Pale sad _Auernus_ opes his yawning Iawes,
Seeking to swallow vp thy murtherous soule,
The furies haue proclaym'd a festiuall:
And meane to day to banquet with thy bloud,
Now Heauens array you in your clowdy weedes:
Wrap vp the beauty of your glorious lamp,
And dreadfull _Chaos_, of sad drery night,
Thou Sunne that climest vp to the easterne hill:
And in thy Chariot rides with swift steedes drawne,
In thy proud Iollity and radiant glory: 2140
Go back againe and hide thee in the sea,
Darkenesse to day shall couer all the world:
Let no light shine, but what your swords can strike,
From out their steely helmes, and fiery shildes:
Furies, and Ghosts, with your blue-burning lampes,
In mazing terror ride through _Roman_ rankes:
With dread affrighting those stout Champions hearts,
All stygian fiendes now leaue whereas you dwell:
And come into the world and make it hell.

{SN _Act. V sc. i_}

_Enter Cassius, Brutus, Titinnius, Cato Iunior,
with an army marching_

_Casi._ Thus far wee march with vnresisted armes, 2152
Subduing all that did our powres with-stand:
_Laodicia_ whose high reared walles,
Faire _Lyeas_ washeth with her siluer waue:
And that braue monument of _Perseus_ fame,
With _Tursos_ vaild to vs her vanting pride,
Faire _Rhodes_, I weepe to thinke vpon thy fall;
Thou wert to stubberne, else thou still hadst stood,
Inviolate of _Cassius_ hurtles hand, 2160
That was my nurse, where in my youth I drew
The flowing milk