Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
If you be pleased, I will subscribe. I, since things go so. My wishes are effected. Titius, and Plancus are both fled to Caesar. You shall not need their help my Lord, at all. me, let's away. My strengths are ready all, And wait but your command. Look like Bellona. Canidius, return you to your charge And bring those sixteen Cohorts down to sea; Plutarch. Meet me at Samos with them, both the consul's Shall go along with me. Great Father Mars, And all you Gods, that from the skies behold The Roman labours, whose propitious aid Advanced my fortunes to so great an height, ke perfect that, which you your selves begun. This is the swords last work, the judging hour Of Nations fates, of mine and Caesar's power. On which the stars and destinies attend, And all the fortunes of Mankind depend. That dire portents sent from the wrathful Gods? Threaten th'astonished world? What plagues are those Which in the skies prodigious face I read? Tumultuous Nature teems with monstrous births, As if the throws would break her labouring womb. What ruin less than Chaos shall involve The mourning face of Nature? what great fate, What kind of mischief is it? oh ye Gods, Why did you add to wretched men a care So past their strength to bear, to let them know By sad presages their ensuing woe? Unknown and secret let your vengeance be, And none foresee their following misery; But hope as well as fear. Jove hide thy dooms; Keep shut, oh fates, your adamantine books! Let not the painful curiosity Of humane knowledge search your secret counsels, And read your purposes, to nourish so A killing fear before the danger grow. That Comet's gone. It moved directly upward, And did not vanish till it seemed to reach The firmament. What talk you of my sons? That Comet, father, o'er the Grecian Sea. It was a strange one both for form and greatness, And bodes some mischief wheresoe'er it light. The Gods avert it from our Egypt's coast. Pinnarius Scarpus had received news That Italy and Rome itself are filled With prodigies: an ugly Owl of late Did fly into the house of Concord first, Thence being driven away it parched again Within the Temple of the people's Genius. There, though all strived, it neither could be caught, Nor driven away, but flew at leisure out. A sacred Trophy on Mount Aventine, Victoria's Image on the Theater By sudden tempests were thrown down and broken. In Rome and other parts of Italy Sudden and strangely kindled fires have done Exceeding waste; and we are certified That now Sicilian Aetna nourishes More horrid flames then usually it does, And farther casts his scorching entrails forth, Blasting the fields and burning up the corn. A two-legged Dragon in Etruria Full fourscore foot in length was lately seen, Which after much annoyance of the Country t self with lightning was consum'd at last. But these portents do threaten Italy.
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