Souldiers came on as if they had been
So many _Caesars_, and like him ambitious
To tread upon the liberty of _Rome_:
How Fathers kill'd their Sons, or Sons their Fathers,
Or how the _Roman_ Piles on either side
Drew _Roman_ blood, which spent, the Prince of weapons,
(The sword) succeeded, which in Civil wars
Appoints the Tent on which wing'd victory
Shall make a certain Stand; then, how the Plains
Flow'd o're with blood, and what a cloud of vulturs
And other birds of prey, hung o're both armies,
Attending when their ready Servitors,
(The Souldiers, from whom the angry gods
Had took all sense of reason, and of pity)
Would serve in their own carkasses for a feast,
How _Caesar_ with his Javelin force'd them on
That made the least stop, when their angry hands
Were lifted up against some known friends face;
Then coming to the body of the army
He shews the sacred _Senate_, and forbids them
To wast their force upon the Common Souldier,
Whom willingly, if e're he did know pity,
He would have spar'd.

_Ptol._ The reason _Labienus_?

_Lab._ Full well he knows, that in their blood he was
To pass to Empire, and that through their bowels
He must invade the Laws of _Rome_, and give
A period to the liberty of the world.
Then fell the _Lepidi_, and the bold _Corvini_,
The fam'd _Torquati_, _Scipio's_, and _Marcelli_,
(Names next to _Pompeys_, most renown'd on Earth)
The Nobles, and the Commons lay together,
And Pontique, Punique, and _Assyrian_ blood
Made up one crimson Lake: which _Pompey_ seeing,
And that his, and the fate of _Rome_ had left him
Standing upon the Rampier of his Camp,
Though scorning all that could fall on himself,
He pities them whose fortunes are embarqu'd
In his unlucky quarrel; cryes aloud too
That they should sound retreat, and save themselves:
That he desir'd not, so much noble blood
Should be lost in his service, or attend
On his misfortunes: and then, taking horse
With some few of his friends, he came to _Lesbos_,
And with _Cornelia_, his Wife, and Sons,
He's touch'd upon your shore: the King of _Parthia_,
(Famous in his defeature of the _Crassi_)
Offer'd him his protection, but _Pompey_
Relying on his Benefits, and your Faith,
Hath chosen _AEgypt_ for his Sanctuary,
Till he may recollect his scattered powers,
And try a second day: now _Ptolomy_,
Though he appear not like that glorious thin