Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Employest our lives, and lavishest our blood. O Rome, (accursed Rome) thou murder'st us, And massacrest thyself in yielding thus. Yet are there Gods, yet is there heaven and earth, That seem to fear a certain Thunderer, No, no, there are no Gods, or if there be, They leave to see into the world's affairs; They care not for us, nor account of men, For what we see is done, is done by chance. 'tis Fortune rules, for equity and right, Have neither help nor grace in heavens sight. Scipio hath wrenched a sword into his breast, And lanced his bleeding wound into the sea. Undaunted Cato, tore his entrails out. Affranius and Faustus murdered died. juba-and Petreus fiercely combating, Have each done other equal violence. Our Army's broken, and the Lybian Bears Devour the bodies of our Citizens. The conquering Tyrant, high in Fortune's grace, Doth ride triumphing o'er our Commonwealth. And mournful we behold him bravely mounted (With stern looks) in his Chariot, where he leads The conquered honour of the people yoked. So Rome to Caesar yields both power and pelf, And o'er Rome Caesar reigns in Rome itself. But Brutus shall we dissolutely sit, And see the tyrant live to tyrannize? Or shall their ghosts that died to do us good, Plain in their Tombs of our base cowardice? Shall lamed Soldiers, and grave gray-haired men, Point at us in their bitter tears, and say, See where they go that have their race forgot. And rather choose (unarmed) to serve with shame, Then (armed) to save their freedom and their fame. I swear by heaven, th'Immortals highest throne, Their Temples, Altars, and their Images, To see (for one,) that Brutus suffer not His ancient liberty to be repressed. I freely marched with Caesar in his wars, Not to be subject, but to aid his right. But if (envenomed with ambitious thoughts) He life his hand imperiously o'er us, If he determine but to reign in Rome, Or followed Pompey but to this effect: Or if (these civil discords now dissolved) He render not the Empire back to Rome, Then shall he see, that Brutus this day bears, The self-same Arms to be avenged on him. And that this hand (though Caesar blood abhor,) Shall toil in his, which I am sorry for. I love, I love him dearly." But the love That men their Country and their birthright bear, " Exceeds all loves, and dearer is by far Our country's love, than friends or children are. If this brave care be nourished in your blood, Or if so Frank a will your soul possess, Why haste we not even while these words are uttered, To sheath our new-ground swords in Caesar's throat? Why spend we daylight, and why dies he not, That by his death we wretches may revive? We stay too-long, I burn till I be there To see this massacre, and send his ghost To theirs, whom (subtly) he for Monarchy, Made fight to death with show of liberty.
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Employest our liues, and lauishest our blood. O Rome, (accursed Rome) thou murdrest vs, And massacrest thy selfe in yeelding thus. Yet are there Gods, yet is there heauen and earth, That seeme to feare a certaine Thunderer, No, no, there are no Gods, or if there be, They leaue to see into the worlds affaires; They care not for vs, nor account of men, For what we see is done, is done by chaunce. T'is Fortune rules, for equitie and right, Haue neither helpe nor grace in heauens sight. Scipio hath wrencht a sword into hys brest, And launc'd hys bleeding wound into the sea. Vndaunted Cato, tore hys entrails out. Affranius and Faustus murdred dyed. Iuba-and Petreus fiercely combatting, Haue each done other equall violence. Our Army's broken, and the Lybian Beares Deuoure the bodies of our Cittizens. The conquering Tyrant, high in Fortunes grace, Doth ryde tryumphing o're our Common-wealth. And mournfull we behold him brauely mounted (With stearne lookes) in his Chariot, where he leades The conquered honor of the people yok't. So Rome to Caesar yeelds both powre and pelfe, And o're Rome Caesar raignes in Rome it selfe. But Brutus shall wee dissolutelie sitte, And see the tyrant liue to tyranize? Or shall theyr ghosts that dide to doe vs good, Plaine in their Tombes of our base cowardise? Shall lamed Souldiours, and graue gray-haird men, Poynt at vs in theyr bitter teares, and say, See where they goe that haue theyr race forgot. And rather chuse (vnarm'd) to serue with shame, Then (arm'd) to saue their freedom and their fame. sweare by heauen, th'Immortals highest throne, Their Temples, Altars, and theyr Images, To see (for one,) that Brutus suffer not His ancient liberty to be represt. I freely marcht with Caesar in hys warrs, Not to be subiect, but to ayde his right. But if (enuenom'd with ambitious thoughts) He lyft his hand imperiously o're vs, If he determyn but to raigne in Rome, Or follow'd Pompey but to thys effect: Or if (these ciuill discords now dissolu'd) He render not the Empyre back to Rome, Then shall he see, that Brutus thys day beares, The selfe-same Armes to be aueng'd on hym. And that thys hand (though Caesar blood abhor,) Shall toyle in his, which I am sorry for. I loue, I loue him deerely. "But the loue "That men theyr Country and theyr birth-right beare, "Exceeds all loues, and deerer is by farre "Our Countries loue, then friends or chyldren are. If this braue care be nourisht in your blood, Or if so franck a will your soule possesse, Why hast we not euen while these words are vttred, To sheathe our new-ground swords in Caesars throate? Why spend we day-light, and why dies he not, That by his death we wretches may reuiue? We stay too-long, I burne till I be there To see this massacre, and send his ghost To theyrs, whom (subtilly) he for Monarchie, Made fight to death with show of liberty.