Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Here let the Decij and their glory die. Caesar hath tamed more Nations, ta'en more Towns, And fought more battles than the best of them. Caesar doth triumph over all the world, And all they scarcely conquered a nook. The Gaules that came to Tiber to carouse, Did live to see my soldiers drink at Loire; And those brave Germains, true borne Martialists, Beheld the swift Rhine under-run mine Ensigns; The Britons (locked within a watery Realm, And walled by Neptune,) stooped to me at last. The faithless Moore, the fierce Numidian, Th'earth that the Euxine sea makes sometimes marsh, The stony-hearted people that inhabit Where sevenfold Nilus doth disgorge itself, Have all been urged to yield to my command. Yea, even this City that hath almost made An universal conquest of the world. And that brave warrior my brother in law, That (ill advised) repined at my glory. Pompey that second Mars, whose haught renown And noble deeds, were greater than his fortunes. Proved to his loss but even in one assault My hand, my hap, my heart exceeded his; When the Thessalian fields were purpled over With either Armies murdered soldiers go. When he (to conquering accustomed,) Did (conquered) fly, his troops discomforted. Now Scipio, that longed to show himself descent of African, (so famed for Arms) He durst affront me and my warlike bands, Upon the Coasts of Lybia, till he lost His scattered Army: and to shun the scorn Of being taken captive, killed himself. Now therefore let us triumph Anthony. And rendering thanks to heaven as we go For bridling those that did malign our glory, Let's to the Capitol. Come on brave Caesar, And crown thy head, and mount thy Chariot. Th'impatient people run along the streets, And in a rout against thy gates they rush, To see their Caesar after dangers passed, Made Conqueror and Emperor at last. I call to witness heavens great Thunderer, That 'gainst my will I have maintained this war, Nor thirsted I for conquests bought with blood. I joy not in the death of Citizens. But through my self-willed enemy's despite, And Romans wrong, was I constrained to fight. They sought t'eclipse thy fame, but destiny Reversed th'effect of their ambition. And Caesar's praise increased by their disgrace That recked not of his virtuous deeds: But thus We see it fareth with the envious. I never had the thought to injure them. Howbeit I never meant my greatness should, By any other's greatness be o'erruled. For as I am inferior to none, So can I suffer no Superiors. Well Caesar, now they are discomfited, And Crows are feasted with their carcases. And yet I fear you have too kindly saved Those, that your kindness hardly will requite. Why Anthony, what would you wish me do? Now shall you see that they will pack to Spain, And (joined with the Exiles there encamped,) Until th'ill spirit that doth them defend, Do bring their treasons to a bloody end.
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Heere let the Decij and theyr glory die. Caesar hath tam'd more Nations, tane more Townes, And fought more battailes then the best of them. Caesar doth tryumph ouer all the world, And all they scarcely conquered a nooke. The Gaules that came to Tiber to carouse, Dyd liue to see my souldiers drinke at Loyre; And those braue Germains, true borne Martialists, Beheld the swift Rheyn vnder-run mine Ensignes; The Brittaines (lockt within a watry Realme, And wald by Neptune,) stoopt to mee at last. The faithles Moore, the fierce Numidian, Th'earth that the Euxine sea makes somtymes marsh, The stony-harted people that inhabite Where seau'nfold Nilus doth disgorge it selfe, Haue all been vrg'd to yeeld to my commaund. Yea, euen this Cittie that hath almost made An vniuersall conquest of the world. And that braue warrier my brother in law, That (ill aduis'd) repined at my glory. Pompey that second Mars, whose haught renowne And noble deeds, were greater then his fortunes. Proou'd to his losse but euen in one assault My hand, my hap, my hart exceeded his; When the Thessalian fields were purpled ore With eyther Armies murdred souldiers goe. When hee (to conquering accustomed,) Did (conquered) flie, his troopes discomforted. Now Scipio, that long'd to shew himselfe Discent of Affrican, (so fam'd for Armes) He durst affront me and my warlike bands, Vpon the Coastes of Lybia, till he lost His scattred Armie: and to shun the scorne Of being taken captiue, kild himselfe. Now therefore let vs tryumph Anthony. And rendring thanks to heauen as we goe For brideling those that dyd maligne our glory, Lets to the Capitoll. Come on braue Caesar, And crowne thy head, and mount thy Chariot. Th'impatient people runne along the streets, And in a route against thy gates they rushe, To see theyr Caesar after dangers past, Made Conqueror and Emperor at last. I call to witnes heauens great Thunderer, That gainst my will I haue maintaind this warre, Nor thirsted I for conquests bought with blood. I ioy not in the death of Cittizens. But through my selfe-wild enemies despight, And Romains wrong, was I constraind to fight. They sought t'eclipse thy fame, but destinie Reuers'd th'effect of theyr ambition. And Caesars prayse increasd by theyr disgrace That reckt not of his vertuous deeds: But thus We see it fareth with the enuious. I neuer had the thought to iniure them. Howbeit I neuer meant my greatnes should, By any others greatnes be o're-ruld. For as I am inferior to none, So can I suffer no Superiors. Well Caesar, now they are discomfited, And Crowes are feasted with theyr carcases. And yet I feare you haue too kindly sau'd Those, that your kindnes hardly will requite. Why Anthony, what would you wish mee doe? Now shall you see that they will pack to Spaine, And (ioyned with the Exiles there encampt,) Vntill th'ill spyrit that doth them defend, Doe bring their treasons to a bloody end.