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A sacrifice to troops of ghosts below,
And pay that head, which to the world they owe.
At Cæsar's throat let the fierce soldiers fly,
And Ægypt's youth with Rome's their force apply,
Those for their king, and these for liberty. 515
No more, but hafte, and take the foe supine,
Prepar'd for luft, and gorg'd with food and wine.
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No faith, no honour, can the herd restrain,
That follow camps, and fight for fordid gain; 53®
Like ruffians brib'd, they ne'er the cause enquire,

That fide 's the just, which gives the largest hire.
5 If by your swords proud Cæsar was to bleed,

Strike for yourselves, ye llaves ! nor sell the deed !
Oh wretched Rome! where'er thy Eagle flies, 535
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Amidst thy troops their country's madness reigns.
What more could the bold house of Lagus dare,
Had Pompey found a just protection there ? 540
No Roman hand 's exempt, but each must spill
His share of blood, and Heaven's decrees fulfil.
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A base-born Nave can civil arms excite,
Achillas mingles in the Roman strife;
And, had not Fate protected Cæsar's life,
These had prevaild; each villain ready stood,
This waits without, and that within, for blood. 550
The court, dissolv'd in feasting, open lay
To treacherous snares, a careless easy prey.
Then o'er the royal cups had Cæsar bled,
And on the board had fall’n his sever'd head,
But left, amid the darkness of the night,

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Their swords unconscious, in the huddled fight,
Might say the king, the slaves awhile took breath,
And Nipp'd th' important hour of Cæsar's death.
They thought to make him soon the loss repay,
And fall a sacrifice in open day,
One night is given him; by Pothinus' grace
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Now the fair morning-star began to show
The sign of day from Cassia's lofty brow,
And ev'n the dawn made sultry Ægypt glow. 565
When from afar the marching troops appear,
Not in loose squadrons scatter'd here and there,
But one broad front of war, as if that day
To meet an equal force, and fight in just array.
While Cæfar thinks not the town-walls secure, 570
He bars the palace-gates, compellid t'endure
Th’ inglorious fiege, and in a corner hide
Inclos’d, nor dares to the whole court confide.
in haste he arms his friends ; his anxious breast,
Now fir’d with fury, now with doubt deprest, 57 5
Much fears th' affault, yet more that fear disdains;
So when some generous favage, bound with chains,
Is fhut within his den, he howls with rage,
And breaks his teeth against the masly cage :
And thus, if by new weight of hills impos'd
Sicilian Ætna's breathing jaws were clos'd,
Ev’n thus th' imprison'd god of fire would rave,

And drive his flames rebellowing round the cave.
5 Behold the man, who lately fcorn’d to dread
The fenate's army to just battle led,

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Who, in a cause forbidden hope, could trust
(That Providence for him Thould prove unjust,
Rehold him now oppreft, forlorn of aid,
Priv'n to a house, and of a slave afraid !

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On strangers bound, their living mark for darts;
Though Rome's extended world, though Indiajoin'd
With Tyrian Gades seems a realm confin'd,
A space too scanty to his vaster mind,
Now, like a boy or tender maid, he flies,
When sudden arms th' invaded works surprize ;
He traverses the court, each room explores,

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His hope is all in bars and bolted doors.
Yet doubtful while he wanders liere and there,
He leads the captive king his fate to share,
Or expiate that death the Naves for him prepare.
If darts or misfive flames shall fail, he'll throw 605
Their sovereign's head against th’advancing foe.
So, when Medea fled her native clime,
And fear'd just vengeance on her impious crime,
With ready steel the cruel forceress stood,
To greet her father with her brother's blood,

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Sufpends his fury, and essays a peace. ·
A herald from the king is fent, t' assuage
His rebel servants, and upbraid their rage,
And in their absent Tyrant's name t'enquire
The secret author of this kindled fire.
But, scornful of reproach, th' audacious crew
The sacred laws of nations overthrew,
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Of Ægypt's monsters, well increas'd before.
Not Thessaly, not Juba's favage train,
Pharnaces' impious troops, not cruel Spain,
Nor Pontus, nor the Syrtes' barbarous land,
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Th’ attack is form'd, the palace closely pent;
Huge javelins to the shaken walls are sent,
A storm of flying spears ; yet from below 630
No battering rams resistless drive the blow,
No engine 's brought, no fires; the giddy croud
In parties roam, and with brute clamours loud,
In several bands their waited strength divide,
And here and there to force an entrance try'd ; 635
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Then, where the palace 'midst surrounding waves
Projects luxuriant, and their fury braves,
The hips too their united force apply,
And swiftly hurl the naval war on high. 640
Yet, present every where with sword or fire,
Cæfar th' approaches guards, and makes the foes re-

tire.
To all by turns he brings successful aids,
Inverts the war, and, though besieg'd, invades.
Fireballs, and corches drest with unctuous spoil 645
Of tar combustible, and frying oil,
Kindled 'he launch'd against the fleet; nor Now
The catching flames invest the smouldering tow.

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