_ Full well he knows, that in their blood he was
To pass to Empire, and that through their bowels
He must invade the Laws of _Rome_, and give
A period to the liberty of the world.
Then fell the _Lepidi_, and the bold _Corvini_,
The fam'd _Torquati_, _Scipio's_, and _Marcelli_,
(Names next to _Pompeys_, most renown'd on Earth)
The Nobles, and the Commons lay together,
And Pontique, Punique, and _Assyrian_ blood
Made up one crimson Lake: which _Pompey_ seeing,
And that his, and the fate of _Rome_ had left him
Standing upon the Rampier of his Camp,
Though scorning all that could fall on himself,
He pities them whose fortunes are embarqu'd
In his unlucky quarrel; cryes aloud too
That they should sound retreat, and save themselves:
That he desir'd not, so much noble blood
Should be lost in his service, or attend
On his misfortunes: and then, taking horse
With some few of his friends, he came to _Lesbos_,
And with _Cornelia_, his Wife, and Sons,
He's touch'd upon your shore: the King of _Parthia_,
(Famous in his defeature of the _Crassi_)
Offer'd him his protection, but _Pompey_
Relying on his Benefits, and your Faith,
Hath chosen _AEgypt_ for his Sanctuary,
Till he may recollect his scattered powers,
And try a second day: now _Ptolomy_,
Though he appear not like that glorious thing
That three times rode in triumph, and gave laws
To conquer'd Nations, and made Crowns his gift
(As this of yours, your noble Father took
From his victorious hand, and you still wear it
At his devotion) to do you more honour
In his declin'd estate, as the straightst Pine
In a full grove of his yet flourishing friends,
He flyes to you for succour, and expects
The entertainment of your Fathers friend,
And Guardian to your self.
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