Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
pell-mell, pursued them like a storm of hail, They 'gan retire where Iuba was encamped; But there had Caesar eftsoons tyrannized. So that despairing to defend themselves, They laid aside their Armour, and at last, Offered to yield unto the enemy. Whose stony heart, that near did Roman good, Would melt with nothing but their dearest blood. And Scipio my Father, when he beheld His people so discomfited and scorned. When he perceived the labour profitless, To seek by new encouraging his men, To come upon them with a fresh alarm. And when he saw the enemy's pursuit, To beat them down as fierce as thundering flints, And lay them level with the charged earth, Like ears of Corn with rage of windy showers, Their battles scattered, and their Ensigns taken. And (to conclude) his men dismayed to see, The passage choked with bodies of the dead; (Incessantly lamenting th'extreme loss, And suspirable death of so brave soldiers.) He spurs his horse, and (breaking through the press) Trots to the Haven, where his ships he finds, And hopeless trusteth to the trustless winds. Now had he thought to have arrived in Spain, To raise new forces, and return to field. But as one mischief draws another on, A sudden tempest takes him by the way, And casts him up near to the Coasts of Hyppon. Where th'adverse Navy sent to scour the seas, Did hourly keep their ordinary course; Where seeing himself at anchor slightly shipped, Besieged, betrayed by wind, by land, by sea, (All raging mad to rig his better Vessels, The little while this naval conflict lasted,) Behold his own was fiercely set upon. Which being sore beaten, till it broke again, Ended the lives of his best fighting men. There did the remnant of our Roman nobles, Before the foe, and in their captains presence Die bravely, with their falchions in their fists. Then Scipio, (that saw his ships through-galled, And by the foe fulfilled with fire and blood, His people put to sword, Sea, Earth and Hell, And Heaven itself conjured to injure him,) steps to the Poop, and with a princely visage Looking upon his weapon dide with blood, Sighing he sets it to his breast, and said: Since all our hopes are by the Gods beguiled, What refuge now remains for my distress, But thee my dearest never-deceiving sword? Yea, thee my latest fortune's firmest hope. By whom I am assured this hap to have, That being free borne, I shall not die a slave, Scarce had he said, but cruelly resolved, He wrenched it to the pommel through his sides, That fro the wound the smoky blood ran bubbling, Wherewith he staggered; And I stepped to him To have embraced him. But he (being afraid T'attend the mercy of his murdering foe, That still pursued him and oppressed his ships,) crawled to the Deck, and life with death to ease, Headlong he threw himself into the seas.
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Pesle-mesle, pursued them like a storme of hayle, They gan retyre where Iuba was encampt; But there had Caesar estsoones tyranniz'd. So that dispayring to defend themselues, They layd aside theyr Armour, and at last, Offred to yeeld vnto the enemy. Whose stony hart, that nere dyd Romaine good, VVould melt with nothing but theyr deerest blood. And Scipio my Father, when he beheld His people so discomfited and scorn'd. When he perceiu'd the labour profitles, To seeke by new encouraging his men, To come vpon them with a fresh alarme. And when he saw the enemies pursuite, To beate them downe as fierce as thundring flints, And lay them leuell with the charged earth, Lyke eares of Corne with rage of windie showres, Their battailes scattred, and their Ensignes taken. And (to conclude) his men dismayd to see, The passage choakt with bodies of the dead; (Incessantly lamenting th'extreame losse, And souspirable death of so braue souldiers.) He spurrs his horse, and (breaking through the presse) Trots to the Hauen, where his ships he finds, And hopeles trusteth to the trustles windes. Now had he thought to haue ariu'd in Spayne, To raise newe forces, and returne to field. But as one mischiefe drawes another on, A suddaine tempest takes him by the way, And casts him vp neere to the Coasts of Hyppon. Where th'aduerse Nauie sent to scoure the seas, Did hourely keepe their ordinary course; Where seeing himselfe at anchor slightly shipt, Besieg'd, betraide by winde, by land, by sea, (All raging mad to rig his better Vessels, The little while this naual conflict lasted,) Behold his owne was fiercely set vpon. Which being sore beaten, till it brake agen, Ended the liues of his best fighting men. There did the remnant of our Romaine nobles, Before the foe, and in theyr Captaines presence Dye brauely, with their fauchins in their fists. Then Scipio, (that saw his ships through-galled, And by the foe fulfild with fire and blood, His people put to sword, Sea, Earth and Hell, And Heauen it selfe coniur'd to iniure him,) Stepts to the Poope, and with a princely visage Looking vpon his weapon dide with blood, Sighing he sets it to his brest, and said: Since all our hopes are by the Gods beguil'd, What refuge now remaines for my distresse, But thee my deerest nere-deceiuing sword? Yea, thee my latest fortunes firmest hope. By whom I am assurde this hap to haue, That being free borne, I shall not die a slaue, Scarce had he said, but cruelly resolu'd, He wrencht it to the pommel through his sides, That fro the wound the smoky blood ran bubling, VVhere-with he staggred; And I stept to him To haue embrac'd him. But he (beeing afraid T'attend the mercy of his murdring foe, That stil pursued him and opprest his ships,) Crawld to the Deck, and lyfe with death to ease, Headlong he threw himselfe into the seas.