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# Description of Page This is a page of running verse poetry from *Albion's England*, presented in Early Modern English typography (likely 16th or 17th century, not Victorian). The text depicts Caesar addressing his Roman troops before battle against the Britons, urging them to conquer this unknown western island and seek revenge. Caesar invokes the gods of Rome and declares he will not rest until Britain is conquered, then his stirring words inflame his soldiers to fight with less patience for delay. The passage ends as the Romans and Britons begin their cruel war.
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bw nn ; vg ‘ * { aS Dew te ' _ a ® ; 4 ; - ALBIONS ENGLAND. on | Euen thefe,and ye,are verie thofe: nor can I difcommend + Your manhoodes, that with lefler worke brought greater Wars to end, — But not,as was my wontto wright,the Senate now fhall reede, I came,] fawe,I oner-came: fiich Foes forbid fuch{peede. . Nor let the Senate mufe,for Toy with Trey doth here contend: This warlike people (fame is fo) from whence {prong we difcend. | Yea,if-4Exeas had not left the Phrygian Gods to vs, | And Greekes Palladium Shiptto Greece,this Fortune foyling thus, I would have thought thofe very Gods had followed our anoy : But then haue we,thefe onely haue vndanted harts from T7o7. But what ? {hall Cz/ar doubt to fightagainft fo brauea Foe, 7" No,C efars Tryurmphes with their Spoyles fhall giue the brauerfhoe,. Ye Gods that guide our Capiroll, Mount Pa/aten thou Throne ria Of ftately Rome,ye followers too of her affaires eachone, | Delay not,but depriue me quite my Triumphes now in hand, Nor let me live, iffo I leaue vnconquered this Land: This Land,the laft of Wefterne Ifles,an Ifle vaknowen ere this, | Which fatnons now through Ca/ars fightand our misfortune is, Enough, nsy fellow friends in Armes,enough we Romaineshaue Tofecke revenge : your Conquefb,loe,a Countrie rich and braue: And (which perfwadeth victorie) in Tveynouant there be, . That hold that Citieto our vfe: the Brarons difagree, No.Scet or Pichte aflifting them in thefe our Warres I fee, | ~ Their ciuill ftrite will proue their {courge, how ftout foere they feeme, And perpetuitie doth faile in cuery thing extreme, * Not Fortune ftill is good or bad and now let be our day: Too long we liue,ifthat{o long we fhall on trifles ftay, i Said Cefar : And with {uch his words did fo inflame his men, Re That with leffe patience did they liue,than linger battell then. The Romaines did the bace,and then did cruell VWarre begin: And little wanted that the Brutes the better did not win. a But Ce/ar fo forefawe Supplies,and Succorshere and theare, | Se crfwa; ‘) * ‘ . ’ - ot aa & A’ i | ae COMME <SaCeoyia 7 aT 4%