Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
But we shall see a thousand of them dead. even so our battles scattered on the sands, Did scour the plains in pursuit of the foe. One while at Tapsus we begin t'entrench, To ease our Army if it should retire. Another while we softly sally forth. And wakeful Caesar that doth watch our being, (When he perceives us marching o'er the plain,) Doth leap for gladness. And (to murder vowed) Runs to the Tent for fear we should be gone, And quickly claps his rusty Armour on. For true it is, that Caesar brought at first, An host of men to Afrique, meanly Armed, But such as had brave spirits, and (combating) Had power and wit to make a wretch a King. Well, forth to field they marched all at once, Except some few that stayed to guard the Trench. Them Caesar soon and subtly sets in rank. And every Regiment (warned with a word Bravely to fight for honour of the day.) He shows that ancient soldiers need not fear, Them that they had so oft disordered. Them that already dreamed of death or flight. That tyered, would near hold out, if once they see That they o'erlaid them in the first assault. Meanwhile our Emperor (at all points armed) Whose silver hairs and honourable front, Were (warlike) locked within a plumed cask, In one hand held his Targe of steel embossed, And in the other grasped his cutlass: And with a cheerful look surveyed the Camp. Exhorting them to charge, and fight like men, And to endure whate'er betided them. For now (quoth he) is come that happy day, Wherein our Country shall approve our love. Brave Romans know, this is the day and hour, That we must all live free, or friendly die. For my part (being an ancient Senator,) An Emperor and Consul, I disdain The world should see me to become a slave. I'll either conquer, or this sword you see, (Which brightly shone) shall make an end of me. We fight not we like thieves, for others wealth. We fight not we t'enlarge our scant confines. To purchase fame to our posterities, By stuffing of our trophies in their houses. But 'tis for public freedom that we fight, For Rome we fight, and those that fled for fear. Nay more, we fight for safety of our lives, Our goods, our honours, and our ancient laws. As for the Empire, and the Roman state (Due to the victor) thereon ruminate. Think how this day the honourable Dames, With blubbered eyes, and hands to heaven upreared, Sit invocating for us to the Gods, That they will bless our holy purposes. methinks I see poor Rome in horror clad, And aged Senators in sad discourse, Mourn for our sorrows and their servitude. methinks I see them (while lamenting thus) Their hearts and eyes lie hovering over us. On then brave men, my fellows and Rome's friends,
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But we shall see a thousand of them dead. Euen so our battails scattred on the sands, Dyd scoure the plaines in pursuite of the foe. One while at Tapsus we begin t'entrench, To ease our Army if it should retyre. Another while we softly fally foorth. And wakefull Caesar that doth watch our being, (When he perceiues vs marching o're the plaine,) Doth leape for gladnes. And (to murder vow'd) Runnes to the Tent for feare we should be gone, And quickly claps his rustie Armour on. For true it is, that Caesar brought at first, An hoste of men to Affrique, meanely Arm'd, But such as had braue spirits, and (combatting) Had powre and wit to make a wretch a King. Well, forth to field they marched all at once, Except some fewe that stayd to guard the Trench. Them Caesar soone and subt'ly sets in ranke. And euery Regiment (warn'd with a worde Brauely to fight for honor of the day.) He showes that auncient souldiers need not feare, Them that they had so oft disordered. Them that already dream'd of death orflight. That tyer'd, would nere hold out, if once they see That they o're-layd them in the first assault. Meane-while our Emperor (at all poynts arm'd) Whose siluer hayres and honorable front, Were (warlike) lockt within a plumed caske, In one hand held his Targe of steele embost, And in the other graspt his Coutelas: And with a cheerefull looke surueigh'd the Campe. Exhorting them to charge, and fight like men, And to endure what ere betyded them. For now (quoth he) is come that happie day, Wherein our Countrey shall approue our loue. Braue Romains know, this is the day and houre, That we must all liue free, or friendly die. For my part (being an auncient Senator,) An Emperor and Consul, I disdaine The world should see me to become a slaue. I'le eyther conquer, or this sword you see, (Which brightly shone) shall make an end of me. We fight not we like thieues, for others wealth. We fight not we t'enlarge our skant confines. To purchase fame to our posterities, By stuffing of our tropheies in their houses. But t'is for publique freedom that we fight, For Rome we fight, and those that fled for feare. Nay more, we fight for safetie of our lyues, Our goods, our honors, and our auncient lawes. As for the Empire, and the Romaine state (Due to the victor) thereon ruminate. Thinke how this day the honorable Dames, With blubbred eyes, and handes to heauen vprear'd, Sit inuocating for vs to the Gods, That they will blesse our holy purposes. Me thinks I see poore Rome in horror clad, And aged Senators in sad discourse, Mourne for our sorrowes and theyr seruitude. Me thinks I see them (while lamenting thus) Theyr harts and eyes lye houering ouer vs. On then braue men, my fellowes and Romes friends,