Third SONG after the third A&.

Chorus of Roman Senators.

ARK is the Path poor Mortals tread:

DARK

Wisdom it felf a Guide does need: We little thought, when Cafar bled,

That a worfe Cafar would fucceed.

And are we under fuch a hopeless Curse,
That we can never Change, but for the worfe?

Under Pretence of neceffary Force

By which we our own felves Enthrall, Thefe, without Blushes, or Remorse,

Profcribe the Best, impoverish All.

The Gauls themselves, our greatest Foes,
Could offer Terms no worse than those.

That

That Cæfar with Ambitious Thoughts
Had Virtues too, his very Foes cou'd find:
These equal him in all his Faults,

But never in his noble Mind.

That Free-born Spirits fhou'd obey
Wretches who know not how to Sway!

Too late we now repent our hafty Choice;
In vain bemoan fo quick a Turn;

Dejected Rome cries with united Voice,

Better, a thousand times, that we had born

Our Ills a while, with Patience, and with Eafe,

Than try'd a Fatal Cure much worse than our

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Fourth

Fourth SONG after the fourth Act.

Chorus of Soldiers in the Army of Brutus and Caffius.

UR Vows thus chearfully we fing,

OUR

Till the fierce Clangor fires our Blood:

Let all the Neighb'ring Ecchoes ring

With Wishes for our Country's Good:

And, for Reward, of the juft Gods we claim › A Life with Freedom, or a Death with Fame.

May Rome be freed from War's Allarms, )
And Mulets too heavy to be born:

May the beware of Foreign Arms,

And send them back with noble Scorn.

And, for Reward, &c.

May

May she no more confide in Friends
Who nothing farther understood,

Than only, for their private Ends,

To waste her Wealth, and spill her Blood. And, for Reward, &c.

Our greatest Patriots Jove reftrain

From Faction, which they Wisdom call; From the low Thoughts of little Gain,

And hazarding the lofing all. And, for Reward, Sc

Our Arms we'll eagerly prepare,
Then, to the glorious Combat fly;

All difingag'd from future Care, el
Except to Overcome, or Dye.

And, for Reward, &c.

They

They Fight, Oppreffion to increase;
We, for our Liberties and Laws;
Ít were a Sin to doubt Succefs,

When Freedom is the Noble Caufe.

And, for Reward, of the Juft Gods we claim A Life with Freedom, or a Death with, Fame.