At waters will: I conquer’d Italie,
I conquer’d Rome, that Nations so redoubt.
I bare (meane while besieging Mutina)
Two Consuls armies for my ruine brought,
Bath’d in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing
My force and skill in matters Martiall.
To wreake thy vnkle, vnkinde Cæsar, I
With bloud of enemies the bankes embru’d
Of stain’d Enipeus, hindering his course
Stopped with heapes of piled carcases: