Nor worthy circumstance shew'd what a man was,
That never heard thy name sung, but in banquets;
And loose lascivious pleasures? to a Boy,
That had no faith to comprehend thy greatness,
No study of thy life to know thy goodness;
And leave thy Nation, nay, thy noble friend,
Leave him (distrusted) that in tears falls with thee?
(In soft relenting tears) hear me (great _Pompey_)
(If thy great spirit can hear) I must task thee:
Thou hast most unnobly rob'd me of my victory,
My love, and mercy.

_Ant._ O how brave these tears shew!
How excellent is sorrow in an Enemy!

_Dol._ Glory appears not greater than this goodness.

_Cæsar._ _Egyptians_, dare you think your high _Pyramides_,
Built to out-dare the Sun, as you suppose,
Where your unworthy Kings lye rak'd in ashes,
Are monuments fit for him? no, (brood of _Nilus_)
Nothing can cover his high fame, but Heaven;
No _Pyramides_ set off his memories,
But the eternal substance of his greatness
To which I leave him: take the head away,
And (with the body) give it noble burial,
Your Earth shall now be bless'd to hold a _Roman_,
Whose braverys all the worlds-Earth cannot ballance.

_Sce._ If thou bee'st thus loving, I shall honour thee,