Where ere Aurora, handmaid of the Sun, Where ere the Sun, bright guardiant of the day, Where ere the joyful day with cheerful light, Where ere the light illuminates the world, The Trojan's glory flies with golden wings, Wings that do soar beyond fell ennui's flight.
The fame of Brutus and his followers Pierceth the skies, and with the skies the throne Of mighty Jove, Commander of the world.
Then worthy Brutus, leave these sad laments;
Comfort your self with this your great renown, And fear not death though he seem terrible.
BRUTUS.
Nay, Corineius, you mistake my mind In construing wrong the cause of my complaints.
I feared to yield my self to fatal death!
God knows it was the least of all my thoughts;A greater care torments my very bones, And makes me tremble at the thought of it, And in you, Lordings, doth the substance lie.
THRASI.
Most noble Lord, if ought your loyal peers Accomplish may, to ease your lingering grief, I, in the name of all, protest to you, That we will boldly enterprise the same, Were it to enter to black Tartarus, Where triple Cerberus with his venomous throat, Scarreth the ghosts with high resounding noise.
