And enter'd Alexandria, with his friends,
His Navy riding by to wait his charges?
Did he not beat this Pompey, and pursu'd him?
Was not this great man, his great enemy?
This Godlike vertuous man, as people held him,
But what fool dare be friend to flying vertue?
Enter Cæsar, Anthony, Dolabella, Sceva.
I hear their Trumpets, 'tis too late to stagger,
Give me the head, and be you confident:
Hail Conquerour, and head of all the world,