Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
ay, what see I? Pompey's tender bones, which (in extremes) an earthen Urn containeth. O sweet, dear, deplorable cinders, O miserable woman, living dying. O poor Cornelia, borne to be distressed, Why liv'st thou toiled, that (dead) mightst lie at rest? O faithless hands that under cloak of love, Did entertain him, to torment him so. O barbarous, inhuman, hateful traitors, This your disloyal dealing hath defamed Your King, and his inhospitable seat, Of the extremest and most odious crime, That 'gainst the heavens might be imagined. For ye have basely broke the Law of Arms, And outraged over an afflicted soul; Murdered a man that did submit himself, And injured him that ever used you kindly. For which misdeed, be Egypt pestered, With battle, famine, and perpetual plagues. Let Aspies, Serpents, Snakes, and Lybian Bears, Tigers, and lions, breed with you for ever. And let fair Nilus (wont to nurse your Corn) Cover your Land with Toads and crocodiles, That may infect, devour and murder you. Else earth make way, and hell receive them quick. A hateful race, 'mongst whom there doth abide All treason, luxury, and homicide: Cease these laments. I do but what I ought to mourn his death: Alas that profits nought. Will heaven let treason be unpunished? heavens will perform what they have promised. I fear the heavens will not hear our prayer. The plaints of men oppressed, do pierce the air. Yet Caesar liveth still. " Due punishment Succeeds not always after an offence. " For oftentimes 'tis for our chastisement That heaven doth with wicked men dispense. " That when they list, they may with usury, For all misdeeds pay home the penalty. This is the hope that feeds my hapless days, Else had my life been long ago expired. I trust the gods that see our hourly wrongs, Will fire his shameful body with their flames. Except some man (resolved) shall conclude, With Caesar's death to end our servitude. Else (god tofore) myself may live to see, His tired corpse lie toiling in his blood: Gored with a thousand stabs, and round about, The wronged people leap for inward joy. And then come Murder, then come ugly Death, Than Lethe open thine infernal Lake, I'll down with joy: because before I died, Mine eyes have seen what I in heart desired. Pompey may not revive, (and Pompey dead) Let me but see the murderer murdered. Caesar bewailed his death. His death he mourned, whom while he lived, to live like him he scorn. He punished his murderers. Who murdered him but he that followed Pompey with the sword? He murdered Pompey that pursued his death, And cast the plot to catch him in the trap. He that of his departure took the spoil, Whose fell ambition (founded first in blood) By nought but Pompey's life could be withstood.
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Ayh-me, what see I? Pompeys tender bones, which (in extreames) an earthen Vrne containeth. O sweet, deere, deplorable cynders, O myserable woman, lyuing dying. O poore Cornelia, borne to be distrest, Why liu'st thou toyl'd, that (dead) mightst lye at rest? O faithles hands that vnder cloake of loue, Did entertaine him, to torment him so. O barbarous, inhumaine, hatefull traytors, Thys your disloyall dealing hath defam'd Your King, and his inhospitable seate, Of the extreamest and most odious cryme, That gainst the heauens might bee imagined. For yee haue basely broke the Law of Armes, And out-rag'd ouer an afflicted soule; Murdred a man that did submit himselfe, And iniur'd him that euer vs'd you kindly. For which misdeed, be Egipt pestered, With battaile, famine, and perpetuall plagues. Let Aspies, Serpents, Snakes, and Lybian Beares, Tygers, and Lyons, breed with you for euer. And let fayre Nylus (wont to nurse your Corne) Couer your Land with Toades and Crocadils, That may infect, deuoure and murder you. Els earth make way, and hell receiue them quicke. A hatefull race, mongst whom there dooth abide All treason, luxurie, and homicide: Cease these laments. I doe but what I ought to mourne his death: Alas that profits nought. Will heauen let treason be vnpunished? Heauens will performe what they haue promised. I feare the heauens will not heare our prayer. The plaints of men opprest, doe pierce the ayre. Yet Caesar liueth still. "Due punishment "Succeedes not alwaies after an offence. "For oftentimes t'is for our chastisement "That heauen doth with wicked men dispence. "That when they list, they may with vsurie, "For all misdeeds pay home the penaltie. This is the hope that feeds my haples daies, Els had my life beene long agoe expired. I trust the gods that see our hourely wrongs, Will fire his shamefull bodie with their flames. Except some man (resolued) shall conclude, With Caesars death to end our seruitude. Els (god to fore) my selfe may liue to see, His tired corse lye toyling in his blood: Gor'd with a thousand stabs, and round about, The wronged people leape for inward ioy. And then come Murder, then come vglie Death, Then Lethe open thine infernall Lake, Ile downe with ioy: because before I died, Mine eyes haue seene what I in hart desir'd. Pompey may not reuiue, (and Pompey dead) Let me but see the murdrer murdered. Caesar bewail'd his death. His death hee mournd, whom while hee lyu'd, to lyue lyke him hee scorne. Hee punished his murdrers. Who murdred hym but hee that followd Pompey with the sword? He murdred Pompey that pursu'd his death, And cast the plot to catch him in the trap. He that of his departure tooke the spoyle, Whose fell ambition (founded first in blood) By nought but Pompeys lyfe could be with-stood.