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 0.81 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Let Rome herself be bane unto herself. And she whom mighty kingdoms curtsy too, Like a forlorn and desperate cast away, Do shameful execution on herself. But if my frosty signs and chaps of age, Grave witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speak Rooms dear friend as erst our Ancestor, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse To love sick Dido's sad attending ear, The story of that baleful burning night, When subtle Greeks' surprised King Priam's Troy. Tell us what Sinon hath be wicht our ears, Or who hath brought the fatal engine in That gives our Troy, our Rome the civil wound. My heart is not compact of flint nor steel, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief, But floods of tears will drown my Oratory, And break my utterance even in the time, When it should move ye to attend me most, And force you to commiseration, here's Rome's young Captain let him tell the tale, While I stand by and weep to hear him speak. Then gracious auditory be it known to you, That Chiron and the damned Demetrius, Were they that murdered our emperors brother, And they it were that ravished our sister, For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded, Our Father's tears despised, and basely cozened, Of that true hand that fought Rome's quarrel out, And sent her enemies unto the grave. Lastly myself unkindly banished, The gates shut on me and turned weeping out, To beg relief among Rome's enemies, Who drowned their enmetie in my true tears, And oped their arms to embrace me as a friend, I am the turned forth be it known to you, That have preserved her welfare in my blood, And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my adventurous body. Alas you know I am no vaunter I, My scars can witness dumb although they are, That my report is just and full of truth, But soft, me thinks I do digress too much, Citing my worthless praise, Oh pardon me For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Now is my turn to speak, behold the child, Of this was Tamora delivered, The issue of an irreligious Moor, Chief architect and plotter of these woes, The villain is alive in Titus' house, And as he is to witness this is true, Now judge what course had Titus to revenge. These wrongs unspeakable past patience, Or more than any living man could bear, Now have you heard the truth, what say you Romaines? Have we done aught amiss, show us wherein, And from the place where you behold us pleading, The poor remainder of Andronicie, Will hand in hand, all headlong hurl ourselves, And on the ragged stones beat forth our souls, And make a mutual closure of our house, Speak Romans speak, and if you say we Shall, Lo hand in hand Lucius and I will fall.
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Let Rome her selfe bee bane vnto her selfe. And shee whome mightie kingdomes cursie too, Like a forlorne and desperate cast away, Doe shamefull execution on her selfe. But if my frostie signes and chappes of age, Graue witnesses of true experience, Cannot induce you to attend my words, Speake Roomes deare friend as erst our Ancestor, When with his olemne tongue he did discourse To loue sicke Didoes sad attending eare, The storie of that balefull burning night, VVhen subtile Greekes surprizd King Priams Troy. Tell vs what Sinon hath be wicht our eares, Or who hath brought the fatall engine in That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound. My hart is not compact of flint nor steele, Nor can I vtter all our bitter greefe, But flouds of teares will drowne my Oratorie, And breake my vttrance euen in the time, VVhen it should moue yee to attend me most, And force you to commiseration, Her's Romes young Captaine let him tell the tale, VVhile I stand by and weepe to heare him speake. Then gratious auditorie be it knowne to you, That Chiron and the damn'd Demetrius, Were they that murdred our Emperours brother, And they it were that rauished our sister, For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded, Our Fathers teares dispide, and basely cousend, Of that true hand that fought Romes quarrell out, And sent her enemies vnto the graue. Lasly my selfe vnkindely banished, The gates shut on me and turnd weeping out, To beg reliefe among Romes enemies, VVho drownd their enmetie in my true teares, And opt their armes to imbrace me as a friend, I am the turned forth be it knowne to you, That haue preserude her welfare in my blood, And from her bosome tooke the enemies point, Sheathing the steele in my aduentrous body. Alas you know I am no vaunter I, My scars can witnes dumb although they are, That my report is iust and full of truth, But soft, me thinkes I doe digresse too much, Cyting my worthles praise, Oh pardon me For when no friends are by, men praise themselues. Now is my turne to speake, behold the child, Of this was Tamora deliuered, The issue of an irreligious Moore, Chiefe architect and plotter of these woes, The villaine is aliue in Titus house, And as he is to witnes this is true, Now iudge what course had Titus to reuenge. These wrongs vnspeakeable past patience, Or more than any liuing man could beare, Now haue you heard the truth, what say you Romaines Haue we done ought amisse, shew vs wherein, And from the place where you behold vs pleading, The poore remainder of Andronicie, VVill hand in hand, all headlong hurle our selues, And on the ragged stones beat forth our soules, And make a mutuall closure of our house, Speake Romans speake, and if you say wee Shall, Lo hand in hand Lucius and I will fall.