Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
The place, my lord. 'Tis for a gentleman, Your lordship will well like off, when you see him; And one, you may make yours, by the grant. Well, let him bring his money, and his name. Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord. Come hither. Know you this same EUDEMUS? Is he learned? Reputed so, my lord: and of deep practice. Bring him in, to me, in the gallery; And take you cause, to leave us there, together: I would confer with him, about a grief.— On. So, yet! another? yet? O desperate state Of grovelling honour! Seest thou this, O sun, And do we see thee after? methinks, day Should lose his light, when men do lose their shames, And, for the empty circumstance of life, Betray their cause of living. Nothing so. Sejanus can repair, if JOVE should ruin. He is the now court-god; And well applied With sacrifice of knees, of crooks, and cringe, He will do more than all the house of heaven Can, for a thousand hecatombs. 'Tis he Makes us our day, or night; Hell, and Elysium Are in his look: We talk of RHADAMANTH, Furies, and firebrands; But 'tis his frown That is all these, where, on the adverse part, His smile is more, then ere (yet) poets' feigned Of bliss, and shades, nectar— A serving boy? I knew him, at CAIUS trencher, when for hire, He prostituted his abused body To that great gourmand, fat APICIUS; And was the noted pathic of the time. And, now, the second face of the whole world. The partner of the empire, hath his image Reared equal with Tiberius, borne in ensigns, commands, disposes every dignity, Centurions, Tribunes, Heads of provinces, Praetors, and Consuls, all that heretofore Rome's general suffrage gave, is now his sale. The gain, or rather spoil, of all the earth, One, and his house, receives. He hath of late Made him a strength too, strangely, by reducing All the Praetorian bands into one camp, Which he commands: pretending, that the soldier By living loose, and scattered, fell to riot; And that if any sudden enterprise Should be attempted, their united strength Would be far more, then severed; and their life More strict, if from the city more removed. Where, now, he builds, what kind of fort's he please, Is hard to court the soldier, by his name, woos, feasts the chiefest men of action, Whose wants, not loves, compel them to be his. And, though he ne'er were liberal by kind, Yet, to his own dark ends, he's most profuse, Lavish, and letting fly, he cares not what To his ambition. Yet, hath he ambition? Is there that step in state can make him higher? Or more? or any thing he is, but less? Nothing, but Emperor. The name Tiberius I hope, will keep; howe'er he hath foregone The dignity, and power. Sure, while he lives. And dead, it comes to Drusus. Should he fail, To the brave issue of Germanicus; And they are three: Too many (ha?) for him To have a plot upon?
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The place, my lord. 'Tis for a gentleman, Your lordship will well like off, when you see him; And one, you may make yours, by the grant. Well, let him bring his money, and his name. Thanke your lordship. He shall, my lord. Come hither. Know you this same EVDEMVS? Is he learn'd? Reputed so, my lord: and of deepe practice. Bring him in, to me, in the gallerie; And take you cause, to leaue vs there, togither: I would confer with him, about a griefe.—On. So, yet! another? yet? Ô desperate state Of grou'ling honour! Seest thou this, Ô sunne, And doe wee see thee after? Me thinkes, day Should lose his light, when men doe lose their shames, And, for the emptie circumstance of life, Betray their cause of liuing. Nothing so. SEIANVS can repaire, if IOVE should ruine. He is the now court-god; And well applyed With sacrifice of knees, of crookes, and cringe, He will doe more then all the house of heau'n Can, for a thousand hecatombes. 'Tis he Makes vs our day, or night; Hell, and Elysium Are in his looke: We talke of RHADAMANTH, Furies, and fire-brands; But 'tis his frowne That is all these, where, on the aduerse part, His smile is more, then ere (yet) Poets fain'd Of blisse, and shades, nectar— A seruing boy? I knew him, at CAIVS trencher, when for hyre, He prostituted his abused body To that great gourmond, fat APICIVS; And was the noted pathick of the time. And, now, the second face of the whole world. The partner of the empire, hath his image Rear'd equall with TIBERIVS, borne in ensignes, Command's, disposes euery dignitie, Centurions, Tribunes, Heads of prouinces, Praetors, and Consuls, all that heretofore Romes generall suffrage gaue, is now his sale. The gaine, or rather spoile, of all the earth, One, and his house, receiues. He hath of late Made him a strength too, strangely, by reducing All the Praetorian bands into one campe, Which he command's: pretending, that the souldier By liuing loose, and scattered, fell to ryot; And that if any sodaine enterprise Should be attempted, their vnited strength Would be far more, then seuer'd; and their life More strict, if from the citie more remou'd. Where, now, he builds, what kind of fort's he please, Is hard to court the souldier, by his name, Wooes, feasts the chiefest men of action, Whose wants, not loues, compell them to be his. And, though he ne're were liberall by kind, Yet, to his owne darke ends, hee's most profuse, Lauish, and letting flye, he cares not what To his ambition. Yet, hath he ambition? Is there that step in state can make him higher? Or more? or any thing he is, but lesse? Nothing, but Emp'rour. The name TIBERIVS I hope, will keepe; how ere he hath fore-gone The dignitie, and power. Sure, while he liues. And dead, it comes to DRVSVS. Should he fayle, To the braue issue of GERMANICVS; And they are three: Too many (ha?) for him To haue a plot vpon?