Rather had I died To bring thee victory; thy disasters thus, Thus expiate.

And, cruel Julia, thee, Who by this war hast vengeance on our vows, From thine abode I call: atonement find In this thy rival's death, and spare at least Thy Magnus." Then upon his breast she fell, While all the concourse wept -- e'en Magnus' self, Who saw Thessalia's field without a tear.
But now upon the shore a numerous band From Mitylene thus approached the chief: "If 'tis our greatest glory to have kept The pledge with us by such a husband placed, Do thou one night within these friendly walls We pray thee, stay; thus honouring the homes Long since devoted, Magnus, to thy cause.
This spot in days to come the guest from Rome For thee shall honour.

Nowhere shalt thou find A surer refuge in defeat.

All else May court the victor's favour; we long since Have earned his chastisement.

And though our isle Rides on the deep, girt by the ocean wave, No ships has Caesar: and to us shall come, Be sure, thy captains, to our trusted shore, The war renewing.