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 0.80 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus vides? Oh calm thee gentle Lord, although I know There is enough written upon this earth, To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, And arm the minds of infants to exclaims, My Lord kneel down with me, Lavinia kneel, And kneel sweet boy, the Roman Hectors And swear with me as with the woeful fear, And father of that chaste dishonoured Dame, Lord Iunius Brutus swear for Lucrece rape, That we will prosecute by good advice Mortal revenge upon these Traitorous Goths, And see their blood or die with this reproach. 'tis sure enough, and you knew how, But if you hunt these Bear whelps than beware, The Dam will wake and if she wind ye once, she's with the Lion deeply still in league, And lulls him whilst she playeth on her back. And when he sleeps, will she do what she list. You are a young huntsman Marcus, let alone, And come I will go get a leaf of brass, And with a gad of steel will write these words, And lay it by: the angry northern wind Will blow these sands like Sibels leaves a broad, And whereas our lesson then, boy what say you? I say my Lord that if I were a man, Their mother's bedchamber should not be safe, For these base bondmen to the yoke of Rome. I that's my boy, thy father hath full oft, For his ungrateful Country done the like. And Uncle so will I, and if I live. Come go with me into mine armory, Lucius I 'll fit thee, and withal my boy Shall carry from me to the empress sons, Presents that I intent to send them both: Come, come, thou'lt do my message wilt thou not? I with my dagger in their bosoms Grandsire. No boy not so, I'll teach thee another course, Lavinia come, Marcus look to my house, Lucius' and I'll go brave it at the Court, I marry will we sir, and we'll be waited on. O heavens, can you hear a goodman groan And not relent, or not compassion him? Marcus attend him in his ecstasy, That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart, Than foe-mens marks upon his battered shield, But yet so just, that he will not revenge, Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus. here's the son of Lucius, He hath some message to deliver us. I some mad message from his mad Grandfather. My Lords, with all the humbleness I may, I greet your Honours from Andronicus; And pray the Roman Gods confound you both. Gramercy Lovely Lucius, what's the news. That you are both discipherd, that's the news, For villains marked with rape. May it please you, My Grandsire well advised hath sent by me, The goodliest weapons of his armory, To gratify your honourable youth The hope of Rome, for so he bid me say: And so I do, and with his gifts present Your Lordships, when ever you have need, You may be armed and appointed well, And so I leave you both: Like bloody villains.
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Magni Dominator poli, Tam lentus audis scelera, tam lentus vides? Oh calme thee gentle Lord, although I know There is enough written vpon this earth, To stir a mutinie in the mildest thoughts, And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes, My Lord kneele downe with me, Lauinia kneele, And kneele sweet boy, the Romaine Hectors And sweare with me as with the wofull feere, And father of that chast dishonoured Dame, Lord Iunius Brutus sweare for Lucrece rape, That we will prosecute by good aduice Mortall reuenge vpon these Traiterous Gothes, And see their blood or die with this reproch. Tis sure enough, and you knew how, But if you hunt these Beare whelpes then beware, The Dam will wake and if she winde yee once, Shee's with the Lion deepely still in league, And luls him whilst shee plaieth on her backe. And when he fleepes, will shee doe what she list. You are a young huntsman Marcus, let alone, And come I will goe get a leafe of brasse, And with a gad of steele will write these words, And lay it by: the angry northen wind Will blow these sands like Sibels leaues a broad, And whereas our lesson then, boy what say you? I say my Lord that if I were a man, Their mothers bed-chamber should not be safe, For these base bond-men to the yoake of Rome. I thats my boy, thy father hath full oft, For his vngratefull Countrie done the like. And Vnkle so will I, and if I liue. Come goe with me into mine Armorie, Lucis le fit thee, and withall my boy Shll carrie from me to the Empresse sonnes, Presents that I intend to send them both: Come, come, thoult doe my message wilt thou not? I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsier. No boy not so, Ile teach thee another course, Lauinia come, Marcus looke to my house, Lucius and Ile goe braue it at the Court, I marrie will we sir, and weele be waited on. O heauens, can you heare a goodman grone And not relent, or not compassion him? Marcus attend him in his extasie, That hath more scars of sorrow in his hart, Than oe-mens marks vpon his battred shield, But yet so iust, that he will not reuenge, Reuenge the heauens for olde Andronicus. her's the sonne of Lucius, He hath some message to deliuer vs. I some mad message from his mad Grandfather. My Lords, with all the humblenes I may, I greete your Honours from Andronicus; And pray the Romane Gods confound you both. Gramarcie Louelie Lucius, whats the news. That you are both discipherd, thats the newes, For villaines markt with rape. May it please you, My Grandsier well aduisde hath sent by me, The goodliest weapons of his Armorie, To gratefie your honourable youth The hope of Rome, for so he bid me say: And so I doe, and with his gifts present Your Lordships, when euer you haue neede, You may be armed and appointed well, And so I leaue you both: Like bloudie villaines.