You live and die, since not for any man
You seek to gain the world, since now for you
’Tis safe to conquer, you shrink back from wars,
And seek a yoke to press your empty necks,
And know not how to live without a king!
Yet now you have a cause worth risk for men.
Your blood could be for Pompey shed in streams,
And do you now refuse your country’s call
For lives and swords when liberty is nigh?
Of three lords Fortune now has left but one.