Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
He had the fruits, Arruntius, More than the seeds: Sabinus, and myself Had means to know him, within; and can report him. We were his followers, (he would call us friends.) He was a man most like to virtue; In all, And every action, nearer to the gods, Than men, in nature; of a body as fair As was his mind; and no less reverend In face, than fame: He could so use his state, Tempering his greatness, with his gravity, As it avoided all self-love in him, And spite in others. What his funerals lacked In images, and pomp, they had supplied With honourable sorrow, soldiers sadness, A kind of silent mourning, such, as men (Who know no tears, but from their captives) use To show in so great losses. I thought once, Considering their forms, age, manner of deaths, The nearness of the places, where they fell, T'have paralleled him with great ALEXANDER: For both were of best feature, of high race, Yeared but to thirty, and, in foreign lands, By their own people, alike made away. I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it: But, for his life, it did as much disdain Comparison, with that voluptuous, rash, Giddy, and drunken Macedon's, as mine Doth with my bondman's. All the good, in him, (His valour, and his fortune) he made his; But he had other touches of late Romans, That more did speak him: POMPEI'S dignity, The innocence of CATO, CAESAR'S spirit, Wise Brutus' temperance, and every virtue, Which, parted unto others, gave them name, Flowed mixed in him. He was the soul of goodness: And all our praises of him are like streams Drawn from a spring, that still rise full, and leave The part remaining greatest. I am sure He was too great for us, and that they knew Who did remove him hence. When men grow fast Honoured, and loved, there is a trick in state (Which jealous princes never fail to use) How to decline that growth, with fair pretext, And honourable colours of employment, Either by embassy, the war, or such, To shift them forth into another air, Where they may purge, and lessen; so was he: And had his seconds there, sent by Tiberius, And his more subtle dam, to discontent him; To breed, and cherish mutinies; detract His greatest actions; give audacious check To his commands; and work to put him out In open act of treason. All which snares When his wise cares prevented, a fine poison Was thought on, to mature their practices. Here comes Sejanus. Now observe the stoops, The bendings, and the falls. Most creeping base! I Note 'em well: No more. Say you. My lord, There is a gentleman of Rome would buy— How call you him you talked with? Please your lordship, It is EUDEMUS, the physician To LIVIA, Drusus' wife. On with your suit. Would buy, you said— A Tribunes place, my lord. What will he give? fifty sestertia. LIVIA'S physician, say you, is that fellow? It is, my lord; your lordship's answer? To what?
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He had the fruits, ARRVNTIVS, More then the seedes: SABINVS, and my selfe Had meanes to know him, within; and can report him. We were his followers, (he would call vs friends.) He was a man most like to vertue'; In all, And euery action, neerer to the gods, Then men, in nature; of a body' as faire As was his mind; and no lesse reuerend In face, then fame: He could so vse his state, Temp'ring his greatnesse, with his grauitie, As it auoyded all selfe-loue in him, And spight in others. What his funeralls lack'd In images, and pompe, they had supply'd With honourable sorrow, souldiers sadnesse, A kind of silent mourning, such, as men (Who know no teares, but from their captiues) vse To shew in so great losses. I thought once, Considering their formes, age, manner of deaths, The neerenesse of the places, where they fell, T'haue paralell'd him with great ALEXANDER: For both were of best feature, of high race, Yeer'd but to thirtie, and, in forraine lands, By their owne people, alike made away. I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it: But, for his life, it did as much disdaine Comparison, with that voluptuous, rash, Giddy, and drunken Macedon's, as mine Doth with my bond-mans. All the good, in him, (His valour, and his fortune) he made his; But he had other touches of late Romanes, That more did speake him: POMPEI'S dignitie, The innocence of CATO, CAESAR'S spirit, Wise BRVTVS temp'rance, and euery vertue, Which, parted vnto others, gaue them name, Flow'd mixt in him. He was the soule of goodnesse: And all our praises of him are like streames Drawne from a spring, that still rise full, and leaue The part remayning greatest. I am sure He was too great for vs, and that they knew Who did remoue him hence. When men grow fast Honor'd, and lou'd, there is a tricke in state (Which iealous princes neuer faile to vse) How to decline that growth, with faire pretext, And honourable colours of employment, Either by embassie, the war, or such, To shift them forth into another aire, Where they may purge, and lessen; so was he: And had his secon'ds there, sent by TIBERIVS, And his more subtile damme, to discontent him; To breede, and cherish mutinies; detract His greatest actions; giue audacious check To his commands; and worke to put him out In open act of treason. All which snares When his wise cares preuented, a fine poyson Was thought on, to mature their practices. Here comes SEIANVS. Now obserue the stoupes, The bendings, and the falls. Most creeping base! I Note 'hem well: No more. Say you. My lord, There is a gentleman of Rome would buy— How cal you him you talk'd with? 'Please your lordship, It is EVDEMVS, the physitian To LIVIA, DRVSV'S wife. On with your sute. Would buy, you said— A Tribune ▪ place, my lord. What will he giue? Fiftie sestertia. LIVIA'S physitian, say you, is that fellow? It is, my lord; your lordships answere? To what?