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Legions shall come to end the bloodless war,
Nor think fuch vulgar souls as yours were given,
505 Such shall you prove. Nor is it worth my care, Whether to Pompey's aid your arms you bear : Who quits his leader, wherefoe'er he go, Flies like a traitor, and becomes my foe. Yes, ye great gods! your
kinder care I own, 510 You made the faith of these false legions known :
You warn.me well to change these coward bands,
future care ;
525 Strike home! to blood, to death, inure your hands, And learn to execute my dread commands.
He spoke; and, at the impious found dismay'd,
While the consenting host the vi&tims view'd,
Now to Brundusium's walls he bids them tend,
Mean-while the chief to Rome directs his way, 555 Now fearful, aw'd, and fashion'd to his sway. There, with mock prayers, the suppliant vulgar wait, And urge on him the great dictator's state. Obedient he, since thus their wills ordain, A gracious tyrant condescends to reign.
560 His mighty name the joyful Fasti wear, Worthy to usher in the curst Pharsalian year. Then was the time, when fycophants began To heap all titles on one lordly man ; Then learn’d our fires that fawning lying strain, 565 Which we, their Navish fons, so well retain : Then, first, were seen to join, an ill-match'd pair, The ax of justice, with the sword of war ; Fasces, and eagles, mingling, march along, And in proud Cæsar's train promiscuous throng. 570 And while all powers in him alone unite, He mocks the people with the Mews of right,
The Martian field th' assembling tribes receives,
580 Just as the sovereign bids, their names appear, To head the calendar, and mark the year. Then too, to finish out the pageant show, With formal rites to Alban Jove they go ; By night the festival was huddled o'er,
585 Nor could the god, unworthy, ask for more; He who look'd on, and saw such foul disgrace, Such slavery befall his Trojan race.
Now Cæfar, like the flame that cuts the skies, And swifter than the vengeful tigress, flies Where waste and overgrown Apulia lies ; O'er-passing soon the rude abandon'd plains, Brundufium's crooked shores, and Cretan walls he gains. Loud Boreas there his
close confines, While wary seamen dread the wintery signs.
595 But he, th’impatient chief, disdains to spare Those hours that better may be spent in war : He grieves to see his ready fleet withheld, While others boldly plow the watery field. 599 Eager to rouze their sloth, behold, (he cries) The constant wind that rules the wintery skies, With what a fettled certainty it Hies !
Unlike the wanton fickle gales, that bring
· 612 The waiting winds and seas upbraid our long delay.
Low in the west the setting sun was laid, Up rofe the night in glittering stars array'd, And silver Cynthia cast a lengthening shade ; When loosing from the shore the moving fleet, All hands at once unfurl the spreading sheet; The flacker tacklings let the canvas flow, To gather all the breath the winds can blow. 620 Swift, for a while, they scud before the wind, And leave Hesperia's lessening shores behind; When, lo! the dying breeze begins to fail, And Autters on the malt the flagging fail : The duller.waves with flower heavings creep, "And a dead calm benumbs the lazy deep. As when the winter's potent breath constrains The Scythian Euxine in her icy chains; No more the Bofphori their streams maintain, Nor rushing Ister heaves the languid main.; Each keel inclos'd, at once forgets its course, While o'er the new-made champion bounds the horse : 4