Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
No Brutus, never look to see that day, For Caesar holdeth signiory too dear. But know, while Cassius hath one drop of blood, To feed this worthless body that you see, What reck I death to do so many good, In spite of Caesar, Cassius will be free. A generous or true ennobled spirit, Detests to learn what tastes of servitude. Brutus I cannot serve nor see Rome yoked, No, let me rather die a thousand deaths. " The stiffnecked horses champ not on the bit, Nor meekly bear the rider but by force: " The sturdy Oxen toil not at the Plough, Nor yield unto the yoke but by constraint. Shall we then that are men, and Romans borne, Submit us to unurged slavery? Shall Rome that hath so many overthrown, Now make herself a subject to her own? O base indignity. A beardless youth, Whom King Nicomides could overreach, Commands the world, and bridleth all the earth, And like a Prince controls the Romulists. Brave Roman Soldiers, stern-born sons of Mars, And none, not one, that dares to undertake The intercepting of his tyranny. O Brutus speak, O say Seruilius, Why cry you aim, and see us used thus? But Brutus lives, and sees, and knows, and feels, That there is one that curbs their country's weal. Yet (as he were the semblance, not the son, Of noble Brutus, his great Grandfather,) As if he wanted hands, sense, sight, or heart, He doth, deviseth, sees nor dareth aught, That may extirp or raze these tyrannies. Nor ought doth Brutus' that to Brute belongs, But still increaseth by his negligence, His own disgrace, and Caesar's violence. The wrong is great, and overlong endured; We should have practised, conspired, conjured, A thousand ways, and weapons to repress, Or kill outright this cause of our distress. " WHo prodigally spends his blood, Bravely to do his country good, " And liveth to no other end, But resolutely to attempt ' What may the innocent defend, And bloody tyrant's rage prevent; ' And he that in his soul assured, Hath water's force, and fire endured, ' And past the pikes of thousand hosts, 'To free the truth from tyranny, And fearless scours in danger coasts, " T'enlarge his country's liberty, Were all the world his foes before, " Now shall they love him evermore. His glory spread abroad by Fame, " On wings of his posterity, From obscure death shall free his name, " To live in endless memory. All after ages shall adore, " And honour him with hymns therefore. Yearly the youth for joy shall bring, " The fairest flowers that grow in Rome. And yearly in the Summer sing, " o'er his heroic kingly Tomb. For so the two Athenians, " That from their fellow citizens, Did freely chase vile servitude, " Shall live for valiant prowess blessed. No Sepulchre shall ere exclude, " Their glory equal with the best. But when the vulgar, mad and rude,
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No Brutus, neuer looke to see that day, For Caesar holdeth signiorie too deere. But know, while Cassius hath one drop of blood, To feede this worthles body that you see, What reck I death to doe so many good, In spite of Caesar, Cassius will be free. A generous or true enobled spirit, Detests to learne what tasts of seruitude. Brutus I cannot serue nor see Rome yok'd, No, let me rather dye a thousand deaths. "The stiftneckt horses champe not on the bit, "Nor meekely beare the rider but by force: "The sturdie Oxen toyle not at the Plough, "Nor yeeld vnto the yoke but by constraint. Shall we then that are men, and Romains borne, Submit vs to vnvrged slauerie? Shall Rome that hath so many ouer-throwne, Now make herselfe a subiect to her owne? O base indignitie. A beardles youth, Whom King Nicomides could ouer-reach, Commaunds the world, and brideleth all the earth, And like a Prince controls the Romulists. Braue Romaine Souldiers, sterne-borne sons of Mars, And none, not one, that dares to vndertake The intercepting of his tyrannie. O Brutus speake, O say Seruilius, Why cry you ayme, and see vs vsed thus? But Brutus liues, and sees, and knowes, and feeles, That there is one that curbs their Countries weale. Yet (as he were the semblance, not the sonne, Of noble Brutus, hys great Grandfather,) As if he wanted hands, sence, sight, or hart, He doth, deuiseth, sees nor dareth ought, That may exstirpe or raze these tyrannies. Nor ought doth Brutus that to Brute belongs, But still increaseth by his negligence, His owne disgrace, and Caesars violence. The wrong is great, and ouer-long endur'd; We should haue practized, conspierd, coniur'd, A thousand waies, and weapons to represse, Or kill out-right this cause of our distresse. "WHo prodigally spends his blood, "Brauely to doe his country good, "And liueth to no other end, "But resolutely to attempt 'VVhat may the innocent defend, 'And bloody Tyrants rage preuent; 'And he that in his soule assur'd, 'Hath waters force, and fire endur'd, 'And past the pikes of thousand hostes, 'To free the truth from tyrannie, 'And feareles scowres in danger coasts, "T'enlarge his countries liberty, "VVere all the world his foes before, "Now shall they loue him euer-more. "His glory spred abroade by Fame, "On wings of his posteritie, "From obscure death shall free his name, "To liue in endles memorie. "All after ages shall adore, "And honor him with hymnes therefore. "Yeerely the youth for ioy shall bring, "The fairest flowers that grow in Rome. "And yeerely in the Sommer sing, "O're his heroique kingly Tombe. "For so the two Athenians, "That from their fellow cittizens, "Did freely chase vile seruitude, "Shall liue for valiant prowesse blest. "No Sepulcher shall ere exclude, "Their glorie equall with the best. "But when the vulgar, mad and rude,