Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.78 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Come, follow me, assist me, second me: where's the Emperor? Sir, you must pardon us. Caesar is private now, you may not enter. Not Enter? Charge 'em, upon their Allegiance, Cropshin. We have a charge to the contrary, Sir. I pronounce you all Traitors, horrible Traitors: What? Do you know my Affairs? I have Matter of danger, and state, to impart to Caesar. What, noise is there? who's that, names Caesar? A Friend to Caesar. One that for Caesar's good would speak with Caesar. Who is't? look, Cornelius. Asinius Lupus. O, bid the turbulent Informer hence; We have no vacant Ear, now, to receive The unseasond fruits of his officious tongue. You must avoid him there. I conjure thee; as thou art Caesar, or respectest thine own safety; or the safety of the state, Caesar: Hear me, speak with me, Caesar: 'tis no common business, I come about; but such as, being neglected, may concern the life of Caesar. The life of Caesar? Let him Enter. Virgil, keep thy Seat. Bear back there: whether will you? keep back. By thy leave good man Usher: mend thy Periwig, so. Lay hold on Horace there; and on Maecenas, Lictors. Romans, offer no rescue, upon your Allegiance: Read royal Caesar; I'll tickle you, Satire. He will, Humours, he will: He will squeeze you, Poet Puckfist. I'll Lop you off, for an unprofitable branch, you Satirical Varlet. I, and Epaminondas your Patron, here, with his flagon Chain; Come, resign: Though 'twere your great Grandfathers', the Law has made it mine now, Sir. Look to him, my party-coloured Rascals; Look to him. What is this, Asinius Lupus? I understand it not. Not understand it? A Libel, Caesar. A dangerous, seditious Libel. A Libel in Picture. A Libel? I, I found it in this Horace his study; in Maecenas his house, here; I challenge the penalty of the Laws against 'hem. I, and remember to beg their Land betimes; before some of these hungry Court-hounds sent it out. Show it to Horace: Ask him, if he know it. Know it? His hand is at it, Caesar. Then 'tis no Libel. It is the imperfect Body of an Emblem, Caesar, I began for Maecenas. An Emblem? right: That's Greek for a Libel. Do but mark, how Confident he is. A Just man cannot fear, thou foolish Tribune; Not, though the Malice of traducing Tongues, The open vastness of a Tyrant's Ear, The senseless Rigour of the wrested Laws, Or the red Eyes of strained Authority Should, in a point, meet all to take his life: His Innocence is Armour 'gainst all these. Innocence? o Impudence! Let me see, Let me see. Is not here an Eagle? And is not that Eagle meant by Caesar? ha? Does not Caesar give the Eagle? Answer me; what sayest thou? Hast thou any Evasion, Stinkard?
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Come, follow me, aſſiſt me, ſecond me: where's the Emperour? Sir, you muſt pardon vs. Caeſar is priuate now, you may not enter. Not Enter? Charge 'hem, vpon their Allegeance, Cropſhin. We haue a charge to the contrary, Sir. I pronounce you all Traytors, horrible Traytors: What? Doe you know my Affaires? I haue Matter of danger, and ſtate, to impart to Caeſar. What, noyſe is there? who's that, names Caeſar? A Friend to Caeſar. One that for Caeſars good would ſpeake with Caeſar. Who is't? looke, Cornelius. Aſinius Lupus. O, bid the turbulent Informer hence; We haue no vacant Eare, now, to receiue The vnſeaſond fruits of his officious tongue. You muſt auoid him there. I coniure thee; as thou art Caeſar, or reſpect'ſt thine owne ſafety; or the ſafety of the ſtate, Caeſar: Heare me, ſpeake with me, Caeſar: 'tis no common buſines, I come about; but ſuch as, being neglected, may concerne the life of Caeſar. The life of Caeſar? Let him Enter. Virgill, keepe thy Seate. Beare backe there: whether will you? keepe backe. By thy leaue good man Vſher: mend thy Periwig, ſo. Lay hold on Horace there; and on Mecoenas, Lictors. Romanes, offer no reſcue, vpon your Allegeance: Read royall Caeſar; I'le tickle you, Satyre. He will, Humors, he will: He will ſqueeze you, Poet Puckfiſt. I'le Lop you off, for an vnprofitable braunch, you Satyricall Varlet. I, and Epaminondas your Patron, here, with his flaggon Chayne; Come, reſigne: Though 'twere your great Graund-fathers, the Law ha's made it mine now, Sir. Looke to him, my party-colourd Raſcalls; Looke to him. What is this, Aſinius Lupus? I vnderſtand it not. Not vnderſtand it? A Libell, Caeſar. A dangerous, ſeditious Libell. A Libell in Picture. A Libell? I, I found it in this Horace his ſtudy; in Mecoenas his houſe, here; I challenge the penalty of the Lawes againſt 'hem. I, and remember to begge their Land betimes; before ſome of theſe hungry Court-hounds ſent it out. Shew it to Horace: Aske him, if he know it. Know it? His hand is at it, Caeſar. Then 'tis no Libell. It is the imperfect Body of an Embleme, Caeſar, I began for Mecoenas. An Embleme? right: That's Greeke for a Libell. Doe but marke, how Confident he is. A Iuſt man cannot feare, thou fooliſh Tribune; Not, though the Malice of traducing Tongues, The open vaſtneſſe of a Tyrants Eare, The ſenſeleſſe Rigor of the wreſted Lawes, Or the red Eyes of ſtrain'd Authority Should, in a point, meete all to take his life: His Innocence is Armour 'gainſt all theſe. Innocence? ô Impudence! Let me ſee, Let me ſee. Is not here an Eagle? And is not that Eagle meant by Caeſar? ha? Do's not Caeſar giue the Eagle? Anſwere me; what ſayſt thou? Haſt thou any Euaſion, Stinkard?