Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
ay, and above the glory of Hercules, Or what bold Greece hath left in histories Of her great Captains, to their endless fame, They Monsters, Kingdoms, and their jousts o'ercame: Cato fought not with Beasts, nor did live when 'twas thought that Heaven might be borne up by men, But in an age when (barbarism being fled) All industry and learning flourished; And in that time did bravely set upon That Monster, in many shapes, Ambition, With all the crimes of Rome, and when the State Was ready ev'n to sink with its own weight He it supported with his only hand; And did (as much as one man could) withstand Rome's instant fate, till forced to let her go He became partner in her overthrow; And so one ruin did them both oppress; Whom to have severed had been wickedness; For was it fit that liberty should die And Cato live? that had been contumely, Not the purgation of a mouth that might As well have done the Sun or Moon despite: But I will leave thee to thy thoughts a while, For wholesome counsel like safe Physic is Unpleasant in the taste, and must have time To work upon the humour; thou that art master Of so much worth, wilt master in the end Those passions that with reason now contend. I Must needs make a strong pretence to worth, That dare pretend, Iustinian, to thy love; But when I find how much I violate The sacred jaws of friendship, that refuse T'anatomize my very Soul to thee; I am compelled t''acknowledge mine own shame Or to suspect thy known fidelity: The plot, wherewith I labour, can admit No Council, but a necessary faith In the bold Actor, whose subsistence binds him To resolution, and to secrecy; All friendly trust is folly, every man H'as one, to whom he will commit as much As is to him committed: our designs When once they creep from our own private breasts Do in a moment through the City fly, Who tells his secret sells his liberty: But shall I suffer this black treachery To boil within my doubtful breast? mischief Though it be safe, can never be secure, Or shall I ease my thoughts, and give it vent? Yes; prick a full swollen bladder to relax it, Or bore a hole i'th' bottom of the ship To cool a Calenture? dull fool thy life Is with thy fame concerned: besides the base Rejection of thy Son (lodged deeply here) He wrought the Senate to confer the charge Of our late aid lent Savoy against France, On rash Marinò, so to blast thy merit, Be confident, he that durst often venture t'affront thee, meant to prosecute thy ruin; And 'tis no greater hazard to attempt Death, than disgrace, that makes his life contemptible: On then, be bold and secret, Spinola, So shalt thou reap the double benefit Of safety and revenge: all wickedness Is counted virtue, when 'tis prosperous; Be not by any reconcilement led To trust thy so, thouart safe when he is dead.
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I, and above the glory of Hercules, Or what bold Greece hath left in hiſtories Of her great Captaines, to their endles fame, They Monſters, Kingdomes, and their Iuſts orecame: Cato fought not with Beaſts, nor did live when T'was thought that Heaven might be borne up by men, But in an age when (barbariſme being fled) All induſtry and learning flouriſhed; And in that time did bravely ſet upon That Monſter, in many ſhapes, Ambition, With all the crimes of Rome, and when the State Was ready ev'n to ſinke with its owne weight He it ſupported with his onlie hand; And did (as much as one man could) withſtand Romes inſtant fate, till forc't to let her goe He became partner in her overthrowe; And ſoe one ruine did them both oppreſſe; Whom to have ſeverd had bin wickedneſſe; For was it fit that liberty ſhould dye And Cato live? that had bin contumely, Not the purgation of a mouth that might As well have don the Sun or Moone diſpight: But I will leave thee to thy thoughts a while, For wholſome counſell like ſafe Phyſick is Vnpleaſant in the taſte, and muſt have time To worke upon the humor; thou that art maſter Of ſo much worth, wilt maſter in the end Thoſe paſſions that with reaſon now contend. I Muſt needs make a ſtrong pretence to worth, That dare pretend, Iuſtinian, to thy love; But when I find how much I violate The ſacred Iawes of friendſhip, that refuſe T'anatomize my very Soule to thee; I am compled ta'cknowledge myne owne ſhame Or to ſuſpect thy knowne fidelitie: The plot, wherewith I labour, can admit No Councell, but a neceſſarie faith In the bold Actor, whoſe ſubſiſtence binds him To reſolution, and to ſecrecie; All friendly truſt is folly, every man H'as one, to whome hee will commit as much As is to him committed: our deſignes When once they creepe from our owne private breaſts Doe in a moment through the Citie flie, Who tells his ſecret ſells his libertie: But ſhall I ſuffer this black treachery To boile within my doubtfull breſt? miſcheife Though it be ſafe, can never be ſecure, Or ſhall I eaſe my thoughts, and giue it vent? Yes; prick a full ſwolne bladder to relax it, Or bore a hole 'ith bottome of the ſhip To coole a Calenture? dull foole thy life Is with thy fame concern'd: beſides the baſe Rejection of thy Sonne (lodg'd deepely here) He wrought the Senate to confer the charge Of our late ayde lent Savoy againſt France, On raſh Marinò, ſo to blaſt thy merit, Be confident, he that durſt often venter Taffront thee, meant to proſecute thy ruine; And t'is no greater hazard to attempt Death, than diſgrace, that makes his life contemptible: On then, be bold and ſecret, Spinola, So ſhalt thou reape the double benefit Of ſafety and revenge: all wickedneſſe Is counted vertue, when 'tis proſperous; Be not by any reconcilement led To truſt thy ſoe, th'art ſafe when he is dead.