But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart,
Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue.
There rests no more, but that with cruell blade
For lingring death a hastie waie be made.
Lu. Cæsar, as heire vnto his Fathers state:
So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,
To you warde: whome he know’s allied in bloud,
Allied in mariage, ruling equallie
Th’ Empire with him, and with him making warre
Haue purg’d the earth of Cæsars murtherers.