Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
If thou deny it, By the glorious Sun, and all the Deities our men adore, we'll forage up to Rome and Italy, and fit In triumph in your Capitol: the Vandals and the Goaths shall carve Their fames as deep as now the Romans do their Names: Raise up as many Trophies, and as high, In brazen pillars of their victory. Poor Flies, behold the Eagle, and give o'er; Strive not to cope with strength beyond your power, For us she spreads her wings as far and bright, As in a Day the Sun rides with his light, And that's the universal Globe of Earth: Europe's proud throat we tread on: Afrique and Asia our Eagles talents gripe, The Lords of Rome fathom both Land and Deep. New Lords new Laws renew, As you of others, we'll be Lords of you. we'll hear no more; call up the Britain Soldiers Our Brother Maximinus sent unto our aid, let 'em begin the battle, Fight like Romans: Remember this, your enemies are base; Let your Swords work like scythes confound these swarms, And sweep these Locusts hence with conquering Arms. These Romans fight like devils. Spirits infernal could not charge so hotly; Disgraced i'th' onset: Counsel Roderick, what's to be done? Our men sly, not able to endure 'em. Knit all our Nerves in one; Renowned Huldrick high to thy Troops, And with thy valiant Goths assail the Romans In their hindmost Flanks, and break into their main Battalia; Whilst here I stay, and hold the Britons' play. I like it well; divided Arms thrive best, This day we'll climb the lofty eagle's nest. Turn thee base Vandal. Roman 'tis thee I seek. And thou hast found me; He teach thee speak the Roman Language. And thou shalt learn from me the Art of War, And Discipline of Arms the Vandals teach. A Fencer 'tis agreed. The School trick thou shalt learn at first blow. What art thou that hast saved me? A Soldier: What art thou so saved? An Emperor. Thou art saved then by a Warlike Britain soldier: And had I many lives as drops of blood, I'd spend them all to do great Caesar good. I thank thee: follow thy fortunes, and go on; The gods of Rome fit on thy weapon still: The battle ended, see me in my Tent. I will. Immortal gods! How crept a Kingly spirit into a breast so low! How now, how goes the day? Bloody and dismal; Huldrick K. of Goths entered our Ranks, And like a Whirlwind, sweeps, and beats down our main, Battalia, seizing by force the Roman Eagle. How Traitor? Believe it fir 'tis lost, and now in triumph o'er his Plume she claps her wings on high, With echoing shout of present victory. The Roman gods forbid: Let a Trumpet call up the Britain's to recover it. Yield thee proud Roman, the sable raven's plume Hath struck thy Eagle blind, and blasted Rome. Hand of thou barbarous slave; I still can boast my state's Imperial.
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If thou deny it, By the glorious Sunne, and all the Deities our men adore, Wee'le forage up to Rome and Italy, and fit In tryumph in your Capitol: the Vandals and the Goaths shall carve Their fames as deepe as now the Romans doe their Names: Raise up as many Trophies, and as high, In brazen pillars of their victory. Poore Flies, behold the Eagle, and give o're; Strive not to cope with strength beyond your power, For us she spreads her wings as farre and bright, As in a Day the Sunne rides with his light, And that's the universall Globe of Earth: Europes proud throat we tread on: Affrick and Afia our Eagles talents gripe, The Lords of Rome fadome both Land and Deepe. New Lords new Lawes renew, As you of others, wee'le be Lords of you. Wee'le heare no more; call up the Brittaine Souldiers Our Brother Maximinus sent unto our aide, let 'em begin the battell, Fight like Romans: Remember this, your enemies are base; Let your Swords worke like Sithes confound these swarmes, And sweepe these Locusts hence with conquering Armes. These Romans fight like devils. Spirits infernall could not charge so hotly; Disgrac't i'th' onset: Counsell Roderick, what's to be done? Our men slye, not able to endure 'em. Knit all our Nerves in one; Renowned Huldricke hye to thy Troopes, And with thy valint Goth assaile the Romans In their hinmost Flankes, and breake into their maine Battalia; Whilst here I stay, and hold the Brittaines play. I like it well; divided Armes thrive best, This day weele climbe the losty Eagles nest. Turne thee base Vandal. Roman 'tis thee I seeke. And thou hast found mee; He teach thee speake the Roman Language. And thou shalt learne from me the Art of Warre, And Discipline of Armes the Vandals teach. A Fencer tis agreed. The Schoole tricke thou shalt learne at first blow. What art thou that hast saved me? A Souldier: What art thou so faved? An Emperour. Thou art saved then by a Warlike Brittaine souldier: And had as many lives as drops of blood, de spend them all to doe great Caesar good. I thanke thee: follow thy fortunes, and goe on; The gods of Rome fit on thy weapon still: The battaile ended, see me in my Tent. I will. Immortall gods! How crept a Kingly spirit into a breast so low! How now, how goes the day? Bloody and dismell; Huldrick K. of Goths entred our Ranks, And like a Whirlewinde, sweepes, and beates downe our maine, Battalia, ferzing by force the Roman Eagle. How Traitor? Beleeve it fir 'tis lost, and now in triumphe O're his Plume she claps her wings on high, With ecchoing shout of present victory. The Roman gods forbid: Let a Trumpet call up the Britains to recover it. Yeeld thee proud Roman, the sable Ravens plume ath strooke thy Eagle blinde, and blasted Rome. Hand of thou barbarous slave; I still can boast my state's Imperiall.