Ag. They wreake them not, ô Cæsar, at each time
That by our sinnes they are to wrathe prouok’d.
Neither must you (beleue, I humblie praie)
Your victorie with crueltie defile.
The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus’d,
But to the good of all men mildlie vs’d,
And they be thank’d: that hauing giu’n you grace
To raigne alone, and rule this earthlie masse,
They may hence-forward hold it still in rest,
All scattred power vnited in one brest.