Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.72 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Meet it was The Roman Empire so should ruled be, As heaven is ruled: which turning over us, All under things by his example turns. Now as of heaven one only Lord we know: One only Lord should rule this earth below. When one self power is common made to two Their duties they nor suffer will, nor do. In quarrel still, in doubt, in hate, in fear; meanwhile the people all the smart do bear. Then to the end none, while my days endure, Seeking to raise himself may succours find, We must with blood mark this our victory, For just example to all memory Murder we must, until not one we leave, Which may hereafter vs of rest be reaue. Mark it with murders? Who of that can like? Murders must use, who doth assurance seek. Assurance call you enemies to make? I make no such, but such away I take. Nothing so much as rigour doth displease. Nothing so much doth make me live at ease. What ease to him that feared is of all? Feared to be, and see his foes to fall. Commonly fear doth breed and nourish hate. Hate without power comes commonly too late. A feared Prince hath oft his death desired A Prince not feared hath oft his wrong conspired. No guard so sure, no fort so strong doth prove. No such defence, as is the people's love. Nought more unsure more weak, more like the wind, Than people's favour still to change inclined. Good Gods! what love to gracious prince men bear! What honour to the Prince that is severe! Nought more divine then is benignity. Nought likes the Gods as doth Severity. Gods all forgive. On faults they pains do lay. And give their goods. Oft times they take away They wreak them not, o Caesar, at each time That by our sins they are to wrath provoked. Neither must you (believe, I humbly pray) Your victory with cruelty defile. The Gods it gave, it must not be abused, But to the good of all men mildly used, And they be thanked: that having given you grace To reign alone, and rule this earthly mass, They may henceforward hold it still in rest, All scattered power united in one breast. But what is he that breathless comes so fast, Approaching us, and going in such haste? He seems afraid: and under his arm I (But much I err) a bloody sword espy. I long to understand what it may be. He hither comes: it's best we stay and see. What good God now my voice will reinforce, That tell I may to rocks, and hills, and woods, To waves of sea, which dash upon the shore, To earth, to heaven, the woeful news I bring? What sudden chance thee towards us hath brought A lamentable chance. O wrath of heavens! O Gods too pitiless!
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Mete it was The Romain Empire so should ruled be, As heau'n is rul'd: which turning ouer vs, All vnder things by his example turnes. Now as of heau'n one onely Lord we know: One onely Lord should rule this earth below. When one selfe pow're is common made to two Their duties they nor suffer will, nor doe. In quarell still, in doubt, in hate, in feare; Meane while the people all the smart do beare. Then to the end none, while my daies endure, Seeking to raise himselfe may succours find, We must with bloud marke this our victory, For iust example to all memorie Murther we must, vntil not one we leaue, Which may hereafter vs of rest be reaue. Marke it with murthers? Who of that can like? Murthers must vse, who doth assurance seeke. Assurance call you enemies to make? I make no such, but such away I take. Nothing so much as rigour doth displease. Nothing so much doth make me liue at ease. What ease to him that feared is of all? Feared to be, and see his foes to fall. Commonly feare doth brede and nourish hate. Hate without pow'r comes commonly too late. A feared Prince hath oft his death desir'd A Prince not fear'd hath oft his wrong conspir'd. No guard so sure, no forte so strong doth proue. No such defence, as is the peoples loue. Nought more vnsure more weak, more like the winde, Then Peoples fauour still to change enclinde. Good Gods! what loue to gratious prince men beare! What honor to the Prince that is seuere! Nought more diuine then is Benigntie. Nought likes the Gods as doth Seuerity. Gods all forgiue. On faults they paines do lay. And giue their goods. Oft times they tak away They wreake them not, ô Caesar, at each time That by our sinnes they are to wrath prouok'd. Neither must you (beleeue, I humblie praie) Your victorie with crueltie defile. The Gods it gaue, it must not be abus'd, But to the good of all men mildely vs'd, And they bethank'd: that hauing giu'n you grace To raigne alone, and rule this earthly masse, They may hence-forward hold it still in rest, All scattered power vnited in one brest. But what is he that breathles comes so fast, Approching vs, and going in such hast? He seemes affraid: and vnder his arme I (But much I erre) a bloudy sword espie. I long to vnderstand what it may be. He hither comes: it's best we stay and see. What good God now my voice will reenforce, That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods, To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore, To earth, to heauen, the woefull newes I bring? What sodaine chance thee towards vs hath broght A lamentable chance. O wrath of heau'ns! O Gods too pittiles!