Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
God grant these dreams, to good effect be brought. We dream by night what we by day have thought. The silent Night that long had sojourned, Now 'gan to cast her sable mantle off, And now the sleepy Wainman softly drove, His slow-paced team, that long had traveled. When (like a slumber, if you term it so) A dullness, that disposeth us to rest, 'gan close the windows of my watchful eyes, Already tired and loaden with my tears. And lo (methought) came gliding by my bed, The ghost of Pompey, with a ghastly look; All pale and brawn-fallen, not in triumph borne, Amongst the conquering Romans as we used, When he (enthronised,) at his feet beheld Great Emperors, fast bound in chains of brass. But all amazed, with fearful hollow eyes, His hair and beard, deformed with blood and sweat, Casting a thin course linsey o'er his shoulders, That (torn in pieces) trailed upon the ground. And (gnashing of his teeth) unlocked his jaws, Which (slightly covered with a scarce-seen skin,) This solemn tale, he sadly did begin. Sleep'st thou Cornelia? sleepest thou gentle wife, And seest thy Father's misery and mine? Wake dearest sweet, and (o'er our sepulchres) In pity show thy latest love to us. Such hap (as ours) attendeth on my sons, The self-same foe and fortune following them. Send Sextus over to some foreign Nation, Far from the common hazard of the wars; That (being yet saved) he may attempt no more, To venge the valour that is tried before. He said. And suddenly a trembling horror, A chill-cold shivering (settled in my veins) broke up my slumber; When I oped my lips Three times to cry, but could nor cry, nor speak. I moved mine head, and flung abroad mine arms To entertain him, but his airy spirit, Beguiled mine embracements, and (unkind) Left me embracing nothing but the wind. O valiant soul, when shall this soul of mine, Come visit thee in the Elysian shades? O dearest life; or when shall sweetest death, Dissolve the fatal trouble of my days, And bless me with my Pompey's company? But may my father (O extreme mishap) And such a number of brave regiments, Made of so many expert Soldiers, That loved our liberty and followed him, Be so discomfited? O would it were but an illusion. Madam never fear. Nor let a senseless Idol of the night, Increase a more than needful fear in you. My fear proceeds not of an idle dream, For 'tis a truth that hath astonished me. I saw great Pompey, and I heard him speak; And thinking to embrace him, oped mine arms, When drowsy sleep that waked me at unwares, Did with his flight unclose my fearful eyes So suddenly, that yet methinks I see him. Howbeit I cannot touch him, for he slides More swiftly from me then the Ocean glides.
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God graunt these dreames, to good effect bee brought. We dreame by night what we by day haue thought. The silent Night that long had soiurned, Now gan to cast her sable mantle off, And now the sleepie Waine-man softly droue, His slow-pac'd Teeme, that long had traueled. When (like a slumber, if you tearme it so) A dulnes, that disposeth vs to rest, Gan close the windowes of my watchfull eyes, Already tyerd and loaden with my teares. And loe (me thought) came glyding by my bed, The ghost of Pompey, with a ghastly looke; All pale and brawne-falne, not in tryumph borne, Amongst the conquering Romans as we vs'de, When he (enthroniz'd,) at his feete beheld Great Emperors, fast bound in chaynes of brasse. But all amaz'd, with fearefull hollow eyes, Hys hayre and beard, deform'd with blood and sweat, Casting a thyn course lynsel ore hys shoulders, That (torne in peeces) trayl'd vpon the ground. And (gnashing of his teeth) vnlockt his iawes, Which (slyghtly couer'd with a scarce-seene skyn,) Thys solemne tale, he sadly did begin. Sleep'st thou Cornelia? sleepst thou gentle wife, And seest thy Fathers misery and mine? Wake deerest sweete, and (ore our Sepulchers) In pitty show thy latest loue to vs. Such hap (as ours) attendeth on my sonnes, The selfe-same foe and fortune following them. Send Sextus ouer to some forraine Nation, Farre from the common hazard of the warrs; That (being yet sau'd) he may attempt no more, To venge the valure that is tryde before. He sayd. And suddainly a trembling horror, A chyl-cold shyuering (setled in my vaines) Brake vp my slumber; When I opte my lyps Three times to cry, but could nor cry, nor speake. I mou'd mine head, and flonge abroade mine armes To entertaine him, but his airie spirit, Beguiled mine embrasements, and (vnkind) Left me embracing nothing but the wind. O valiant soule, when shall this soule of mine, Come visite thee in the Elisian shades? O deerest life; or when shall sweetest death, Dissolue the fatall trouble of my daies, And blesse me with my Pompeys company? But may my father (O extreame mishap) And such a number of braue regiments, Made of so many expert Souldiours, That lou'd our liberty and follow'd him, Be so discomfited? O would it were but an illusion. Madam neuer feare. Nor let a senceles Idol of the nyght, Encrease a more then needfull feare in you. My feare proceeds not of an idle dreame, For t'is a trueth that hath astonisht me. I saw great Pompey, and I heard hym speake; And thinking to embrace him, opte mine armes, When drousy sleep that wak'd mee at vnwares, Dyd with hys flight vnclose my feareful eyes So suddainly, that yet mee thinks I see him. Howbe-it I cannot tuch him, for he slides More swiftly from mee then the Ocean glydes.