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Rh And gore down all those rotting faces dripped. Nor this the end of slaughter and of death: Long did the plains of grim Philippi feed The ravenous birds and prowling beasts of prey; While ships and men, in deadly conflict met, Beneath Sicilia's waters were engulfed. The whole world trembled with the shock of arms; And now, when all was lost, with fleeing ships, That mighty leader sought the distant Nile, Doomed soon himself to perish there. And thus, Once more incestuous Egypt drank the blood Of Rome's great captains. Now his flitting shade Is hovering there; and there is civil strife, So long and impious, at last interred. Now did the weary victor sheathe his sword, All blunted with the savage blows he gave, And held his empire with the rein of fear. He lived in safety 'neath the ample shield Of loyal guards; and when his end was come, The pious mandate of his son proclaimed Him god, and at the temples' sacred shrines Was he adored. So shall the stars expect My godhead too, if first I seize and slay With sword relentless all who bear me hate, And on a worthy offspring found my house. Seneca: But she will fill thy house with noble sons, That heaven-born glory of the Claudian stock, Who by the will of fate was wed to thee, As Juno to her brother Jove was given. Nero: A child of hers would stain my noble line, For she herself was of a harlot born; And more—her heart was never linked to me. Seneca: In tender years is faith not manifest When love, by shame o'ercome, conceals its fires. Nero: This I myself long trusted, but in vain, Though she was clearly of unloving heart, And every look betrayed her hate of me. At length, in angry grief, I sought revenge; And I have now a worthy wife obtained,