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He who so lately, with undaunted pride,
power of mighty Pompey's arms defy'd,
up, and struggled for success with fate;
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But impious they nor gods nor kings regard,
700 And in his blood their horrid hands ėmbrue.
Such are the palms which curs’d Ægyptians claim, Such prodigies exalt their nation's name. Nor purple Thessaly's destructive shore, Nor dire Pharnaces, nor the Libyan Moor, 705 Nor every barbarous land, in every age, Equal a soft Ægyptian eunuch’s rage.
Incefîant still the roar of war prevails, While the wild host the royal pile affails. Void of device, no thundering rams they bring, Nor kindling flames with spreading mischief Aling: Bellowing around they run with fruitless pain, Heave at the doors, and thrust and strive in vain : More than a wall, great Cæsar's fortune stands, And mocks the madness of their feeble hands. 715
On one proud fide the lofty fabric stood Projected bold into th' adjoining flood; There, fill’d with armed bands, their barks draw near, But find the fame defending Cæsar there : To every part the ready warrior flies, And with new rage the fainting fight supplies ; Headlong he drives them with his deadly blade, Nor seems to be invaded, but t’invade. Against the ships Phalaric darts he aims; Each dart with pitch and livid sulphur fames.
The spreading fire o'er-runs their unetuous fides,
735 Not much unlike, the shooting meteors fly, In gleamy trails, athwart the midnight sky.
Soon as the croud behold their city burn, Thither, all headlong, from the fiege they turn. But Cæsar, prone to vigilance and haste,
740 To snatch the just occasion ere it pass’d, Hid in the friendly night's involving fhade, A safe retreat to Pharos timely made. In elder times of holy Proteus' reign, An ille it stood, incompass’d by the main :
745 Now by a mighty mole the town it joins, And from wide seas the safer port confines. Of high importance to the chief it lies, To him brings aid, and to the foe denies : In close restraint the captive town is held,
750 While free behind he views the watery field. There safe, with curs'd Pothinus in his power, Cæfar defers the villain's doom no more. Yet, ah! by means too gentle he expires ; No galhing knives he feels, no fcorching fires ; 75
Nor were his limbs by grinning tigers torn,
765 Then, since he dares dispute her right to reign, She dooms the fierce Achillas to be sain. With just remorse, repenting fortune paid This second victim to her Pompey's shade. But oh! nor this, nor Ptolemy, nor all
770 The race of Lagos doom'd at once to fall, Not hecatombs of tyrants shall suffice, Till Brutus strikes, and haughty Cæsar dies.
Nor yet the rage of war was huth'd in peace, Nor would that storm, with him who rais’d it, cease. A second eunuch to the talk succeeds, And Ganymede the power of Ægypt leads : He chears the drooping Pharians with success, And urg'd the Roman chief with new distress. Such dangers did one dreadful day afford, As annals might to latest times record, And consecrate to fame the warrior's sword.
While to their barks his faithful band defcends, Cæsar the mole's contracted space defends. Part from the crouded key aboard were pass’d, 785 The careful chief remain d among the last ;
When sudden Ægypt's furious powers unite,