Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.83 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
NOble Patricians, Patrons of my Right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms. And Countrymen my loving followers, Plead my successive Title with your swords: I am his first borne son, that was the last That ware the Imperial Diadem of Rome, Then let my Father's honours live in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignity, Romans', friends, followers, favourers of my Right, If ever Bassianus Caesar's son, Were gracious in the eyes of Royal Rome, Keep then this passage to the Capitol, And suffer not dishonour to approach, The Imperial seat to virtue, consecrate To justice, continence, and Nobility: But let desert in pure election shine, And Romans' fight for freedom in your choice. Princes that strive by factions and by friends, Ambitiously for Rule and Empery, Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A special Party, have by common voice, In election for the Roman Empery Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius: For many good and great deserts to Rome, A Nobler man, a braver Warrior, lives not this day within the City walls. He by the Senate is accited home, From weary wars against the barbarous Goths, That with his sons a terror to our foes, Hath yoked a Nation strong, trained up in Arms. Ten years are spent since first he undertook This cause of Rome, and chastised with arms Our enemy's pride: Five times he hath returned Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sons, In Coffins from the field, and at this day, To the Monument of that Andronicy Done sacrifice of expiation, And slain the Noblest prisoner of the Gothes. And now at last laden with honour's spoils, Returns the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus flourishing in Arms. Let us entreat by honour of his name, Whom worthily you would have now succeed, And in the Capital and Senate's Right, Whom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength, Dismiss your followers, and as suitors should, Plead your deserts in peace and humbleness. How fair the Tribune speaks to calm my thoughts. Marcus Andronicus, so I do affy, In thy uprightness and integrity, And so I love and honour thee and thine, Thy Noble brother Titus and his sons, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Gracious Lavinia, Rome's rich ornament, That I will here dismiss my loving friends: And to my fortunes and the people's favour, Commit my cause in balance to be weighed. Friends that have been thus forward in my right. I thank you all, and here dismiss you all, And to the love and favour of my Country, Commit myself, my person, and the cause: Rome be as just and gracious unto me, As I am confident and kind to thee. Open the gates and let me in.
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NOble Patricians, Patrons of my Right, Defend the iustice of my cause with armes. And Countrimen my louing followers, Plead my successiue Title with your swords: I am his first borne sonne, that was the last That ware the Imperiall Diademe of Rome, Then let my Fathers honours liue in me, Nor wrong mine age with this indignitie, Romaines, friends, followers, fauourers of my Right, If euer Bassianus Ceasars sonne, VVere gratious in the eyes of Royall Rome, Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll, And suffer not dishonour to approch, The Imperiall seate to vertue, consecrate To iustice, continence, and Nobillitie: But let desert in pure election shine, And Romaines fight for freedome in your choice. Princes that striue by factions and by friends, Ambitiously for Rule and Emperie, Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Partie, haue by common voice, In election for the Romaine Empery Chosen Andronicus, surnamed Pius: For many good and great deserts to Rome, A Nobler man, a brauer VVarriour, Liues not this day within the Cittie walls. Hee by the Senate is accited home, From weary warres against the barbarous Gothes, That with his sonnes a terrour to our foes, Hath yoakt a Nation strong, traind vp in Armes. Tenne yeares are spent since first he vndertooke This cause of Rome, and chastised with armes Our enemies pride: Fiue times he hath returnd Bleeding to Rome, bearing his valiant sonnes, In Coffins from the field, and at this day, To the Monument of that Andronicy Done sacrifice of expiation, And slaine the Noblest prisoner of the Gothes And now at last laden with honours spoiles, Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome, Renowned Titus flourishing in Armes. Let vs intreat by honour of his name, VVhom worthily you would haue now succeede, And in the Capitall and Senates Right, VVhom you pretend to honour and adore, That you withdraw you, and abate your strength, Dismisse your followers, and as suters should, Pleade your deserts in peace and humblenes. How faire the Tribune speakes to calme my thoughts. Marcus Andronicus, so I doe affie, In thy vprightnes and integritie, And so I loue and honour thee and thine, Thy Noble brother Titus and his sonnes, And her to whom my thoughts are humbled all, Gratious Lauinia, Romes rich ornament, That I will here dismisse my louing friends: And to my fortunes and the peoples fauour, Commit my cause in ballance to be waid. Friends that haue beene thus forward in my right. I thanke you all, and here dismisse you all, And to the loue and fauour of my Countrie, Commit my selfe, my person, and the cause: Rome be as iust and gratious vnto me, As I am confident and kinde to thee. Open the gates and let me in.