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Act. 3. Scen. 4.
Caesar, Volusene, &c.
Caes.
Heauen, Sea, and Wind, and all the Elements,
Conspire to worke vs harme. Our Ships in Gaule
Wind-bound, at length put forth, and come in view
Are tost, and torne: Our Nauy on the shoare
With ciuill discord breake each others plankes.
The ayrie Rulers are displeas'd, all day
Noyses and nimble flashes mixt with raine
Amaze our souldiers.
To make griefe full, my Daughters death I heare.
When, powerfull Fortune, will thy anger cease?
Neuer till now did Caesar fortune feare.
Mount Palatine, thou Throne of Ioue, and ye
Whose lesser Turrets pinnacle Rome's head:
Are all your Deities fled? or was I bold,
To out-goe Nature, and our Empire stretch
Beyond her limites? Pardon then my fault.
Or doe we basely faint? Or is our might
Answer'd with like, since Troy gainst Troy doth fight?
Nor can I write now, I came ouer, and
I ouercame: Such foes deny such hast.
Volus.
The Ilanders consult, and sure intend
Some sudden stratageme. And now the scales
Poyze equall day and night, when rougher Seas,
And stormy Pleyads may our passage stop.
Caes.
Then Sirs, to ship: Compell'd I leaue this land:
But to returne, if gods doe not withstand,
Exeunt.