Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Ah no, the course of things requireth change and alteration ever: That same continuance man desireth, th' unconstant world yieldeth never. we in our counsels must be blinded, and not see what doth import us: And oftentimes the thing least minded, is the thing that most must hurt us. Yet they that have the stern in guiding, 'tis their fault that should prevent it, For oft they seeing their Country sliding, take their ease, as though contented. we imitate the greater powers, The PRINCE's manners fashion ours. Th'example of their light regarding, vulgar looseness much incences: Vice uncontrolled, grows wide enlarging, Kings small faults, be great offences. And this hath set the window open unto licence, lust and riot: This way Confusion first found broken, whereby entered our disquiet. Those laws that Zoroaster founded, and the Ptolemy's observed, Hereby first came to be confounded, which our state so long preserved. The wanton luxury of Court, Did form the people of like sort. For all (respecting private pleasure,) universally consenting To abuse their time, their treasure, in their own delights contenting: And future dangers nought respecting, whereby, (O how easy matter Made this so general neglecting, Confused weakness to disaster?) Caesar found th' effect true tried, in his easy entrance making: Who at the sight of arms, descried all our people, all forsaking. For riot (worse than war,) so sore Had wasted all our strength before. And thus is Egypt servile rendered, to the insolent destroyer: And all their sumptuous treasure tendered, all her wealth that did betray her. Which poison (O if heavens be rightful,) may so far infect their senses, That Egypt's pleasures so delightful, may breed them the like offences. And Romans learn our way of weakness, be instructed in our vices: That our spoils may spoil your greatness, overcome with our devices. Fill full your hands, and carry home Enough from us to ruin Rome. COme tell me Titius every circumstance How Cleopatra did receive my news: Tell every look, each gesture, countenance, That she did in my Letters reading use. I shall my Lord so far as I could note, Or my conceit observe in any wise. It was the time whenas she having got Leave to her Dearest dead to sacrifice; And now was issuing out the Monument, With Odours, Incense, Garlands in her hand, When I approached (as one from Caesar sent,) And did her close thy message t'understand. she turns her back, and with her takes me in, Reads in thy lines thy strange unlooked for tale: And reads, and smiles, and stays, and doth begin Again to read, then blushed, and then was pale. And having ended with a sigh, refolds Thy Letter up: and with a fixed eye, (Which steadfast her imagination holds) She mused a while, standing confusedly. At length. Ah friend, (saith she,) tell thy good Lord, How dear I hold his pitying of my case: That out of his sweet nature can afford, A miserable woman so much grace. Tell him how much my heavy soul doth grieve
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Ah no, the course of things requireth change and alteration euer: That same continuaunce man desireth, th vnconstant world yeeldeth neuer. Wee in our counsels must be blinded, and not see what dooth import vs: And often-times the thing least minded, is the thing that most must hurt vs. Yet they that haue the stearne in guiding, tis their fault that should preuent it, For oft they seeing their Country slyding, take their ease, as though contented. Wee imitate the greater powres, The Princes manners fashion ours. Th'example of their light regarding, vulgar loosenes much incences: Vice vncontrould, growes wide inlarging, Kings small faults, be great offences. And this hath set the window open vnto lycence, lust and ryot: This way Confusion first found broken, whereby entred our disquiet. Those lawes that Zoroaster founded, and the Ptolomies obserued, Heereby first came to be confounded, which our state so long preserued. The wanton luxurie of Court, Dyd forme the people of like sort. For all (respecting priuate pleasure,) vniuersally consenting To abuse theyr time, theyr treasure, in theyr owne delights contenting: And future dangers nought respecting, whereby, (O howe easie matter Made this so generall neglecting, Confus'd weakenes to diseater?) Caesar found th' effect true tryed, in his easie entrance making: Who at the sight of armes, discryed all our people, all forsaking. For ryot (worse then warre,) so sore Had wasted all our strength before. And thus is Egipt seruile rendred, to the insolent destroyer: And all their sumptuous treasure tendred, all her wealth that did betray her. Which poyson (O if heauens be rightfull,) may so far infect their sences, That Egipts pleasures so delightfull, may breed them the like offences. And Romans learne our way of weaknes, be instructed in our vices: That our spoyles may spoyle your greatnes, ouercome with our deuises. Fill full your hands, and carry home Inough from vs to ruine Rome. COme tell mee Titius eu'ry circumstaunce How Cleopatra did receiue my newes: Tell eu'ry looke, each gesture, countenaunce, That shee did in my Letters reading vse. I shall my Lord so farre as I could note, Or my conceite obserue in any wise. It was the time when as shee hauing got Leaue to her Deerest dead to sacrifize; And now was issuing out the Monument, With Odors, Incense, Garlands in her hand, When I approcht (as one from Caesar sent,) And did her close thy message t'vnderstand. Shee turnes her backe, and with her takes mee in, Reades in thy lynes thy strange vnlookt for tale: And reades, and smyles, and stayes, and doth begin Againe to reade, then blusht, and then was pale. And hauing ended with a sigh, refoldes Thy Letter vp: and with a fixed eye, (Which stedfast her imagination holds) Shee mus'd a while, standing confusedly. At length. Ah friend, (saith shee,) tell thy good Lord, How deere I hold his pittying of my case: That out of his sweet nature can afford, A miserable woman so much grace. Tell him how much my heauy soule doth grieue