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 And having ronne his race on earth must now to heaven up clyme. Where thou shalt make a God of him ay honord for to bee With temples and with Altars on the earth. Moreover hee That is his heyre and beares his name, shall all alone susteyne The burthen layd uppon his backe, and shall our help obteyne His fathers murther to revenge. The towne of Mutinye Beseedged by his powre, shall yeeld. The feelds of Pharsaly Shall feele him, and Philippos in the Realme of Macedonne Shall once ageine bee staynd with blood. The greate Pompeius sonne Shall vanquisht be by him uppon the sea of Sicilye. The Romane Capteynes wyfe, the Queene of Aegypt, through her hye Presumption trusting to her match too much, shall threate in vayne To make her Canop over our hygh Capitoll to reigne. What should I tell thee of the wyld and barbrous nacions that At bothe the Oceans dwelling bee? The universall plat Of all the earth inhabited, shall all be his. The sea Shall unto him obedient bee likewyse. And when that he Hathe stablisht peace in all the world, then shall he set his mynd To civill matters, upryght lawes by justice for to fynd, And by example of himself all others he shall bynd. Then having care of tyme to comme, and of posteritye, A holy wyfe shall beare to him a sonne that may supply His carefull charge and beare his name. And lastly in the end He shall to heaven among the starres, his auncetors, ascend, But not before his lyfe by length to drooping age doo tend. And therfore from the murthred corce of Julius Caesar take His sowle with speede, and of the same a burning cresset make, That from our heavenly pallace he may evermore looke downe Uppon our royall Capitoll and Court within Rome towne. He scarcely ended had theis woordes, but Venus out of hand Amid the Senate house of Rome invisible did stand, And from her Caesars bodye tooke his new expulsed spryght The which shee not permitting to resolve to ayer quyght, Did place it in the skye among the starres that glister bryght And as shee bare it, shee did feele it gather heavenly myght, And for to wexen fyrye. Shee no sooner let it flye,