_ any cause to feare?
_Bru._ No outward shewes of puissance or of strength,
Can helpe a minde dismayed inwardly,
Leaue me sweete Lordes a while vnto my selfe.
_Cassi._ In the meane time take order for the fight, 2260
Drums let your fearefull mazing thunder playe.
And with their sound peirce Heauens brazen Towers,
And all the earth fill with like fearefull noyse,
As when that _Boreas_ from his Iron caue.
With boysterous furyes Striuing in the waues,
Comes swelling forth to meet his blustering foe,
They both doe runne with feerce tempestuous rage,
And heaues vp mountaynes of the watry waues.
The God _Oceanus_ trembles at the stroke,
_Bru._ What hatefull furyes vex my tortured mind? 2270
What hideous sightes appalle my greeued soule,
As when _Orestes_ after mother slaine.
Not being yet at _Scithians_ Alters purged,
Behould the greesly visages of fiends.
And gastly furies which did haunt his steps,
_Caesar_ vpbraues my sad ingratitude,
He saued my life in sad _Pharsalian_ fieldes,
That I in _Senate_ house might worke his death.
O this remembrance now doth wound my soule,
More then my poniard did his bleeding heart, 2280

_Enter Ghost._

_Gho._ _Brutus_, ingratefull _Brutus_ seest thou mee:
Anon In field againe thou shalt me see,
_Bru._ Stay what so ere thou art, or fiend below,
Rays'd from the deepe by inchanters bloody call,
Or fury sent from _Phlegitonticke_ flames,
Or from _Cocytus_ for to end my life,
Be then _Megera_ or _Tysiphone_,
Or of _Eumenides_ ill boading crue.
Fly me not now, but end my wretched life, 2290
Comegreesly messenger of sad mishap,
Trample in blood of him that hates to liue,
And end my life and sorrow all at once.
_Gho._ Accursed traytor damned _Homicide_,
Knowest thou not me, to whome for forty honors:
Thou three and twenty Gastly wounds didst giue?
Now dare no more for to behould the Heauens,
For they to Day haue destyned thine end:
Nor lift thy eyes vnto the rising sunne,
That nere shall liue for to behould it set, 2300
Nor looke not downe vnto the Hellish shades,
There stand the furyes thursting for thy blood,
Flie to the field but if thou thither go'st,
There _Anthonyes_ sword will peirce thy trayterous