To calm the raging Ocean, he made away
As if he had been Neptune, his friends like
So many Tritons follow'd, their bold shouts
Yielding a chearful musick; we showr'd darts
Upon them, but in vain, they reach'd their ships
And in their safety we are sunk; for Cæsar
Prepares for War.
Pho. How fell the King?
Achil. Unable
To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death