Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
'tIs not Antonius, worthy soldiers, But Rome herself to whom you owe your valours What he could claim, you have performed already; And served him truly, whilst he was to you A General, to Rome a Magistrate. You are discharged from all obedience You owed to him, by fate itself, and may Nay, aught to follow him, whom Roman fates Appoint your General, the noble Caesar Great Julius' heir, not to his name alone But spirit and fortunes, which have both appeared In this so great and final a defeat Given to Antonius. Before we knew not o whom the Gods and Fortune had assign'd Our service soldiers; now they have declared. And let us follow where they please to lead. For faith is impious striving to sustain That side, whose fall the Gods themselves ordain. esar, Caesar, Caesar. Your judgements guide you right; for could you think o small a strength as ours could raise again The desperate state of fallen Antonius, Under whose ruin all those legions sunk? What madness were it, soldiers to prefer A hopeless civil war before the weal And peace of Rome? and desperately provoke The prosperous fortunes of victorious Caesar? I have already to Cornelius Gallus By letter signified our purposes. Who sent from Caesar now is marching hither, To join his strength with ours: but hark his Drum Give notice of his coming. Hail Pinnarius. Ah hail Cornelius Gallus, Most wished for, an most happily arrived At Paraetonium. Victorious Caesar With love and favour greets Pinnarius Scarpus, Caesar, than whom the world acknowledges No other power; whom Fortune now has made Sole Lord of all. ay, and my soldiers With Paraetonium are at Caesar's service. Whither's Antonius fled? Hither to Egypt With Cleopatra? 'Twas a victory So strangely given away, as not the like In former times I think has ere been heard; On which especially so great a price As the sole sway of all the world depended. The Fleets encountered both, while with the Camps On either shore stood to behold the fight, here the Caesarian, there the Antonian Fleet With equal hopes came on, with fury equal. And long maintained a sharp and cruel fight, With mutual slaughter, while the Ocean's face Was forced to lose his colour, and receive A crimson die. The ships Antonius had Were tall, and slowly did like Castles move. But Caesar's small, yet quick and active, stirred On every side with all advantages. Long fortune doubted, and bright victory Knew not which way to lean, but kept them both In equal balance; till Antonius Himself at last betrayed his glorious hopes. For when his Mistress Cleopatra fled, Although a while within his manly breast The Roman honour strove 'gainst wanton love, Love got the conquest, and Antonius Fled after her, leaving his soldiers there To sell their lives in vain; who many hours Though he were fled, made good the naval fight. And had Antonius stayed, it may be feared Caesar had not prevailed: at last the Fleet Wanting their Admiral, though not without Much slaughter, fled, or yielded all to Caesar.
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TIs not Antonius, worthy ſouldiers, But Rome herſelf to whom you owe your valours What he could claim, you have perform'd already; And ſerv'd him truly, whilſt he was to you A Generall, to Rome a Magiſtrate. You are diſcharg'd from all obedience You ow'd to him, by fate it ſelf, and may Nay, ought to follow him, whom Roman fates Appoint your Generall, the noble Caeſar Great Julius heir, not to his name alone But ſpirit and fortunes, which have both appear'd In this ſo great and finall a defeat Given to Antonius. Before we knew not o whom the Gods and Fortune had aſſign'd Our ſervice ſouldiers; now they have declar'd. nd let us follow where they pleaſe to lead. or faith is impious ſtriving to ſuſtain That ſide, whoſe fall the Gods themſelves ordain. eſar, Caeſar, Caeſar. our judgments guide you right; for could you think o ſmall a ſtrength as ours could raiſe again The deſperate ſtate of faln Antonius, nder whoſe ruine all thoſe legions ſunk? hat madneſſe were it, ſouldiers to preferre A hopeleſſe civill warre before the weal And peace of Rome? and deſperatly provoke The proſperous fortunes of victorious Caeſar? have already to Cornelius Galus By letter ſignify'd our purpoſes. Who ſent from Caeſar now is marching hither, To joyn his ſtrength with ours: but hak his Drum Give notice of his comming. Hail Pinnarius. Ah hail Cornelius Gallus, Moſt wiſh'd for, an moſt happily arriv'd At Paraetonium. Victorious Caeſar With love and favour greets Pinnarius Scarpus, Caeſar, then whom the world acknowledges No other power; whom Fortune now has made ole Lord of all. I, and my ſouldiers With Paraetonium are at Caeſar's ſervice. Whither's Antonius fled? Hither to Aegypt With Cleopatra? 'Twas a victory So ſtrangely given away, as not the like In former times I think has ere been heard; On which eſpecially ſo great a price As the ſole ſway of all the world depended. The Fleets encountred both, while with the Camps On either ſhore ſtood to behold the fight, Heer the Caeſarian, there the Antonian Fleet With equall hopes came on, with fury equall. And long maintain'd a ſharpe and cruell fight, With mutuall ſlaughter, while the Oceans face▪ Was forc'd to loſe his colour, and rceive A crimſon die. The ſhips Antonius had Were tall, and ſlowly did like Caſtles move. But Caeſar's ſmall, yet quick and active, ſtirr'd On every ſide with all advantages. Long fortune doubted, and bright victory Knew not which way to lean, but kept them both In equall ballance; till Antonius Himſelf at laſt betray'd his glorious hopes. For when his Miſtris Cleopatra fled, Although a while within his manly breaſt The Roman honour ſtrove 'gainſt wanton love, Love got the conqueſt, and Antonius Fled after her, leaving his ſouldiers there To ſell their lives in vain; who many houres Though he were fled, made good the navall fight. And had Antonius ſtay'd, it may be fear'd Caeſar had not prevail'd: at laſt the Fleet Wanting their Admirall, though not without Much ſlaughter, fled, or yielded all to Caeſar.