Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And kindly laid it by his household fire, Till (waxen warm) it nimbly 'gan to stir, And stung to death the fool that fostered her. O gods that once had care of these our walls, And fearless kept us from th'assault of foes. Great Iupiter, to whom our Capitol So many Oxen yearly sacrificed. Minerva, Stator, and stout Thracian Mars, Father to good Quirinus our first founder. To what intent have ye preserved our Town? This stately Town so often hazarded, Against the Samnites, Sabins, and fierce Latins? Why from once footing in our Fortresses, Have ye repelled the lusty warlike Gaules? Why from Molossus and false Hannibal, Have ye reserved the noble Romulists? Or why from Catiline's lewd conspiracies, Preserved ye Rome by my prevention? To cast so soon a state so long defended, Into the bondage where (enthralled) we pine? To serve (no stranger, but amongst us) one That with blind frenzy buildeth up his throne? But if in us be any vigour resting, If yet our hearts retain one drop of blood, Caesar thou shalt not vaunt thy conquest long, Nor longer hold us in this servitude. Nor shalt thou bathe thee longer in our blood. For I divine that thou must vomit it, Like to a Cur that Carrion hath devoured, And cannot rest until his maw be scoured. Thinkest thou to signiorize, or be the King Of such a number, nobler than thyself? Or think'st thou Romans bear such bastard hearts, To let thy tyranny be unrevenged? No, for methinks I see the shame, the grief, The rage, the hatred that they have conceived: And many a Roman sword already drawn, T'enlarge the liberty that thou usurpest. And thy dismembred body (stabbed and torn,) Dragged through the streets, disdained to be borne. Amongst the rest of mine extreme mishaps, I find my fortune not the least in this, That I have kept my Master company, Both in his life and at his latest hour. Pompey the great, whom I have honoured, With true devotion both alive and dead. One selfsame ship contained us when I saw The murdering Egyptians bereave his life; And when the man that had affright the earth, Did homage to it with his dearest blood. o'er whom I shed full many a bitter tear, And did perform his obsequies with sighs: And on the strand upon the riverside, (Where to my sighs the waters seemed to turn) I wove a Coffin for his corpse of Seggs, That with the wind did wave like bannerets. And laid his body to be burned thereon. Which when it was consumed I kindly took, And sadly closed within an earthen Urn The ashy relics of his hapless bones. Which having scaped the rage of wind and Sea, I bring to fair Cornelia to inter Within his Elders Tomb that honoured her.
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And kindly layd it by his houshold fire, Till (waxen warme) it nimbly gan to styr, And stung to death the foole that fostred her. O gods that once had care of these our walls, And feareles kept vs from th'assault offoes. Great Iupiter, to whom our Capitol So many Oxen yeerely sacrafiz'd. Minerua, Stator, and stoute Thracian Mars, Father to good Quirinus our first founder. To what intent haue ye preseru'd our Towne? This statelie Towne so often hazarded, Against the Samnites, Sabins, and fierce Latins? Why from once footing in our Fortresses, Haue yee repeld the lustie warlike Gaules? Why from Molossus and false Hanibal, Haue yee reseru'd the noble Romulists? Or why from Catlins lewde conspiracies, Preseru'd yee Rome by my preuention? To cast so soone a state so long defended, Into the bondage where (enthrald) we pine? To serue (no stranger, but amongst vs) one That with blind frenzie buildeth vp his throne? But if in vs be any vigor resting, If yet our harts retaine one drop of blood, Caesar thou shalt not vaunt thy conquest long, Nor longer hold vs in this seruitude. Nor shalt thou bathe thee longer in our blood. For I diuine that thou must vomit it, Like to a Curre that Carrion hath deuour'd, And cannot rest vntill his mawe be scour'd. Think'st thou to signiorize, or be the King Of such a number, nobler then thy selfe? Or think'st thou Romains beare such bastard harts, To let thy tyrannie be vnreueng'd? No, for mee thinks I see the shame, the griefe, The rage, the hatred that they haue conceiu'd: And many a Romaine sword already drawne, T'enlarge the libertie that thou vsurpst. And thy dismembred body (stab'd and torne,) Dragd through the streets, disdained to bee borne. Amongst the rest of mine extreame mishaps, I finde my fortune not the least in this, That I haue kept my Maister company, Both in his life and at hys latest houre. Pompey the great, whom I haue honored, With true deuotion both aliue and dead. One selfe-same shyp containd vs when I saw The murdring Egiptians bereaue his lyfe; And when the man that had afright the earth, Did homage to it with his deerest blood. O're whom I shed full many a bitter teare, And did performe hys obsequies with sighes: And on the strond vpon the Riuer side, (Where to my sighes the waters seem'd to turne) I woaue a Coffyn for his corse of Seggs, That with the winde dyd waue like bannerets. And layd his body to be burn'd thereon. Which when it was consum'd I kindly tooke, And sadly cloz'd within an earthen Vrne The asshi reliques of his haples bones. Which hauing scapt the rage of wind and Sea, I bring to faire Cornelia to interr Within his Elders Tombe that honoured her.