Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
VOuchsafe Immortals, and (above the rest) Great Iupiter, our Cities sole Protector, That if (provoked against us by our evils,) You needs will plague us with your ceaseless wrath, At least to choose those forth that are in fault, And save the rest in these tempestuous broils: Else let the mischief that should them befall, Be poured on me, that one may die for all. Oft hath such sacrifice appeased your ires, And oft ye have your heavy hands withheld From this poor people, when (with one man's loss,) Your pity hath preserved the rest untouched: But we disloyal to our own defence, faint-hearted do those liberties enthrall, Which (to preserve unto our after good) Our fathers hazarded their dearest blood. Yet Brutus Manlius, hardy Scevola, And stout Camillus, are returned fro Styx, Desiring Arms to aid our Capitol. Yea, come they are, and fiery as before, undera Tyrant see our bastard hearts Lie idly sighing, while our shameful souls Endure a million of base controls. Poisoned Ambition (rooted in high minds) 'tis thou that trainest us into all these errors: Thy mortal covetise perverts our laws, And tears our freedom from our franchized hearts. Our Fathers found thee at their former walls; And humbled to their offspring left thee dying. Yet thou reviving, foiledst our Infant Town, With guiltless blood by brother's hands outlaunched. And hongst (O Hell) upon a Fort half finished, Thy monstrous murder for a thing to mark. " But faith continues not where men command. Equals are ever bandying for the best: " A state divided cannot firmly stand. Two Kings within one realm could never rest. This day we see, the Father and the son, Have fought like foes Pharsalia's misery; And with their blood made marsh the parched plains, While th'earth that groaned to bear their carcases, Bewailed th'insatiate humours of them both; That as much blood in wilful folly spent, As were to tame the world sufficient. Now Parthia fear no more, for Crassus' death That we will come thy borders to besiege: Nor fear the darts of our courageous troops. For those brave soldiers that were (sometime) wont To terrify thee with their names, are dead. And civil fury, fiercer than thine hosts, Hath in a manner this great Town o'erturned; That whilom was the terror of the world. Of whom so many Nations stood in fear, To whom so many Nations prostrate stooped, o'er whom (save heaven) nought could signorize, And whom (save heaven) nothing could affright. Impregnable, immortal, and whose power, Could never have been curbed, but by itself. For neither could the flaxen-haired high Dutch, (A martial people madding after Arms,) Nor yet the fierce and fiery humoured French, The More that travels to the Lybian sands, The Greek, Th'Arabian, Macedons or Medes, Once dare t'assault it, or attempt to lift Their humbled heads, in presence of proud Rome. But by our Laws from liberty restrained,
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VOuchsafe Immortals, and (aboue the rest) Great Iupiter, our Citties sole Protector, That if (prouok'd against vs by our euils,) You needs wil plague vs with your ceasles wroth, At least to chuse those forth that are in fault, And saue the rest in these tempestious broiles: Els let the mischiefe that should them befall, Be pour'd on me, that one may die for all. Oft hath such sacrafice appeas'd your ires, And oft yee haue your heauie hands with-held From this poore people, when (with one mans losse,) Your pittie hath preseru'd the rest vntucht: But we disloiall to our owne defence, Faint-harted do those liberties enthrall, Which (to preserue vnto our after good) Our fathers hazarded their derest blood. Yet Brutus Manlius, hardie Sceuola, And stout Camillus, are returnd fro Stix, Desiring Armes to ayde our Capitoll. Yea, come they are, and fiery as before, Vndera Tyrant see our bastard harts Lye idely sighing, while our shamefull soules Endure a million of base controls. Poysoned Ambition (rooted in high mindes) T'is thou that train'st vs into all these errors: Thy mortall couetize peruerts our lawes, And teares our freedom from our franchiz'd harts. Our Fathers found thee at their former walls; And humbled to theyr of-spring left thee dying. Yet thou reuiuing, foyl'dst our Infant Towne, With guiltles blood by brothers hands out-lanched. And hongst (O Hell) vpon a Forte halfe finisht, Thy monstrous murder for a thing to marke. "But faith continues not where men command. "Equals are euer bandying for the best: "A state deuided cannot firmely stand. "Two Kings within one realme could neuer rest. Thys day we see, the Father and the sonne, Haue fought like foes Pharsalias miserie; And with their blood made marsh the parched plaines, While th'earth that gron'd to beare theyr carkasses, Bewail'd th'insatiat humors of them both; That as much blood in wilfull follie spent, As were to tame the world sufficient. Now Parthia feare no more, for Crassus death That we will come thy borders to besiege: Nor feare the darts of our couragious troopes. For those braue souldiers that were (sometime) wont To terrifie thee with their names, are dead. And ciuill furie, fiercer then thine hosts, Hath in a manner this great Towne ore-turn'd; That whilom was the terror of the world. Of whom so many Nations stood in feare, To whom so many Nations prostrate stoopt, Ore whom (saue heauen) nought could signorize, And whom (saue heauen) nothing could afright. Impregnable, immortall, and whose power, Could neuer haue beene curb'd, but by it selfe. For neither could the flaxen-haird high Dutch, (A martiall people madding after Armes,) Nor yet the fierce and fiery humor'd French, The More that trauels to the Lybian sands, The Greek, Th'Arabian, Macedons or Medes, Once dare t'assault it, or attempt to lift Theyr humbled heads, in presence of proud Rome. But by our Lawes from libertie restraynd,