Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And not (as thou hast done) go break the bands, By calling Hymen once more back again. Less hapless, and more worthily thou might'st, Have made thine ancestors and thee renowned: If (like a royal Dame) with faith fast kept, Thou with thy former husband's death hadst slept. But partial Fortune, and the powerful Fates, That at their pleasures wield our purposes, Bewitched my life, and did beguile my love. Pompey, the fame that ran of thy frail honours, Made me thy wife, thy love, and (like a thief) From my first husband stole my faithless grief. But if (as some believe) in heaven or hell, Be heavenly powers, or infernal spirits, That care to be avenged of lovers oaths; Oaths made in marriage, and after broke. Those powers, those spirits (moved with my light faith,) Are now displeased with Pompey and myself. And do with civil discord (furthering it) Untie the bands, that sacred Hymen knit. Else only I, am cause of both their wraths, And of the sin that seeleth up thine eyes; Thine eyes (O deplorable Pompey) I am she, I am that plague, that sacks thy house and thee. For 'tis not heaven, nor Crassus (cause he sees That I am thine) in jealousy pursues us. No, 'tis a secret cross, an unknown thing, That I received, from heaven at my birth, That I should heap misfortunes on their head, Whom once I had received in marriage bed. Then ye the noble Romulists that rest, Henceforth forbear to seek my murdering love, And let their double loss that held me dear, Bid you beware for fear you be beguiled. Ye may be rich and great in Fortune's grace, And all your hopes with hap may be effected, But if ye once be wedded to my love: Clouds of adversity will cover you. So (pestilently) fraught with change of plagues, Is mine infected bosom from my youth. Like poison that (once lighting in the body) No sooner toucheth than it taints the blood; One while the heart, another while the liver, (According to th'encountering passages) Nor spareth it what purely feeds the heart, More than the most infected filthiest part. Pompey what holp it thee, (say dearest life,) Tell me what holp thy warlike valiant mind T'encounter with the least of my mishaps? What holp it thee that under thy command Thou sawst the trembling earth with horror mazed? Or (where the sun forsakes th'Ocean sea,) Or (watereth his Coursers in the West) T'have made thy name be far more famed and feared, Than Summers thunder to the silly Herd? What holp it, that thou sawst when thou wert young, Thy Helmet decked with coronets of bays? So many enemies in battle ranged? Beat back like flies before a storm of hail? T'have looked askance and see so many Kings To lay their Crowns and Sceptres at thy feet? T'embrace thy knees, and humbled by their fate,
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And not (as thou hast done) goe break the bands, By calling Hymen once more back againe. Lesse haples, and more worthily thou might'st, Haue made thine auncesters and thee renound: If (like a royall Dame) with faith fast kept, Thou with thy former husbands death hadst slept. But partiall Fortune, and the powerful Fates, That at their pleasures wield our purposes, Bewitcht my life, and did beguile my loue. Pompey, the fame that ranne of thy frayle honors, Made me thy wife, thy loue, and (like a thiefe) From my first husband stole my faithles griefe. But if (as some belieue) in heauen or hell, Be heauenly powers, or infernall spirits, That care to be aueng'd of Louers othes; Oathes made in marriage, and after broke. Those powers, those spirits (mou'd with my light faith,) Are now displeas'd with Pompey and my selfe. And doe with ciuill discord (furthering it) Vntye the bands, that sacred Hymen knyt. Els onely I, am cause of both theyr wraths, And of the sinne that ceeleth vp thine eyes; Thyne eyes (O deplorable Pompey) I am shee, I am that plague, that sacks thy house and thee. For t'is not heauen, nor Crassus (cause hee sees That I am thine) in iealosie pursues vs. No, t'is a secrete crosse, an vnknowne thing, That I receiu'd, from heauen at my birth, That I should heape misfortunes on theyr head, Whom once I had receiu'd in marriage bed. Then yee the noble Romulists that rest, Hence-forth forbeare to seeke my murdring loue, And let theyr double losse that held me deere, Byd you beware for feare you be beguild. Ye may be ritch and great in Fortunes grace, And all your hopes with hap may be effected, But if yee once be wedded to my loue: Clowdes of aduersitie will couer you. So (pestilently) fraught with change of plagues, Is mine infected bosome from my youth. Like poyson that (once lighting in the body) No sooner tutcheth then it taints the blood; One while the hart, another while the liuer, (According to th'encountring passages) Nor spareth it what purely feeds the hart, More then the most infected filthiest part. Pompey what holpe it thee, (say deerest life,) Tell mee what holpe thy warlike valiant minde T'encounter with the least of my mishaps? What holpe it thee that vnder thy commaund Thou saw'st the trembling earth with horror mazed? Or (where the sunne forsakes th'Ocean sea,) Or (watereth his Coursers in the West) T'haue made thy name be farre more fam'd and feard, Then Summers thunder to the silly Heard? What holpe it, that thou saw'st when thou wert young, Thy Helmet deckt with coronets of Bayes? So many enemies in battaile ranged? Beate backe like flyes before a storme of hayle? T'haue lookt a-skance and see so many Kings To lay their Crownes and Scepters at thy feete? T'embrace thy knees, and humbled by theyr fate,