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Now the fair morning-far 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 siege, 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, 575
Much fears th' assault, yet more that fear disdains ;
So when some generous savage, bound with chains,
Is shut within his den, he howls with rage,
And breaks his teeth against the massy cage :
And thus, if by new weight of hills impos'd 580
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.
Behold the man, who lately scorn'd to dread
The senate's army to just battle led,

The flower of Roman lords, and Pompey at their

Who, in a cause forbidden hope, could trust
That Providence for him should prove unjust,
Behold him now oppreft, forlorn of aid,
Driv'n to a house, and of a llave afraid !
He, whom rough Scythians had not dar'd abuse,
Nor favage Moors, who barbarously use




In sport, to try inhospitable arts
On strangers bound, their living mark for darts ;
Thouglı Rome's extended world, though Indiajoin'd
With Tyrian Gades seems a realm confin'd,
A space too scanty to his vafter mind,
Now, like a boy or tender maid, he flies,
When sudden arms th' invaded works surprize;
He traverfes the court, each room explores, 600
His hope is all in bars and bolted doors.
Yet doubtful while he wanders here and there,
He leads the captive king his fate to share,
Or expiate that death the slaves for him prepare.
if darts or millive flames shall fail, he'll throw
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 sorceress stood,
To greet her father with her brother's blood,

Prepar'd his head, to stop, with dire affright,
A parent's speed, and to allure her flight.




Yet Cæsar, that uneqnal arms might cease,
Suspends his fury, and eslays a peace.
A herald from the king is sent, 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,
And for his speech the royal envoy


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Inhuman deed ! that swells the guilty score
Of Ægypt's monsters, well increas'd before.
Not Thessaly, not Juba's savage train,
Pharnaces' impious troops, not cruel Spain,
Nor Pontus, nor the Syrtes' barbarous land,
Dar'd an attempt like this voluptuous band.


Th' attack is form’d, the palace closely pent; Huge javelins to the shaken walls are sent, A storm of Aying 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 wasted strength divide, And here and there to force an entrance try'd ; 635 In vain, for Fortune fights on Cæsar's side.

Then, where the palace ʼmidst surrounding waves Projects luxuriant, and their fury braves, The ships 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 l'e

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


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The pitchy planks their crackling prey become ;
The painted sterns, and rowers seats consume.
There, hulks half-burnt sink in the main ; and here,
Arms on the waves and drowning men appear.


Nor thus suffic'd, the flames from thence aspire, And seize the buildings with contagious fire. Swift o'er the roofs by winds increas'd, they fly; 655 So shooting meteors blaze along the sky, And lead their wandering course with sudden glare, By fulphurous atoms fed in fields of thinnest air.


Affrighted crouds the growing ruin view; To save the city from the siege they flew, 660 When Cæful, wont the lucky hour to chuse of sudden chance in war, and wisely use, Loft not in Rothful rest the favouring night, But shipp'd his men, and sudden took his flight. Pharos he seiz'd, an island heretofore, When prophet Proteus Ægypt's fceptre hore, Now by a chain of moles contiguous to the shore. Here Cæsar's arms a double use obtain ; Hence from the straiten'd foe he bars the main, While to his friends th' important harbour lies

670 A fafe retreat, and open to supplies. Nor longer now the doom fuspended stands, Which Justice on Pothinus' guilt demands. Yet not as guilt, unmatch'd like his, requires, Not by the shameful cross, or torturing fires, 675 Nor torn by ravenous beasts, the howling wretch expires.


The sword dishonour'd did his head divide,
And by a fate like Rome's belt son he dy'da
'Arsinoe now, by well-concerted snares
'Scap'd from the palace, to the foe repairs ;

The trusty Ganymede assists her flight.
Then o'er the camp fhe claim'd a sovereign's right;
Her brother absent, me assumes the sword,
And frees the tyrant from his houMold lord;
By her just hand Achillas meets his fate,
Rebel accurs'd ! in blood and mischief great!
Another victim, Pompey, to thy shade ;
But think not yet the full atonement made,
Though Ægypt's king, though all the royal line
Should fall, thy murmuring ghost would still repine;
Still unreveng'd thy murder would remain,
Till Cæsar's purple life the senate's swords shall stain.



Nor does the swelling tempest yet subside.
The chief remov'd that did its fury guide,
To the fame charge hold Ganymede succeeds,
Prosperous awhile in many hardy deeds.
So long th' event of war in balance lay,
So great the dangers of that doubtful day,
That Cæfar from that day alone might claim
Immortal wreaths, and all the warrior's fame.


Now while to quit the straiten'd mole he strove,
And to the vacant ships the fight remove,
War's utmost terrors press on every fide;
Before the strand belieging navies ride ;


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