Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Please CAESAR to give way unto his trial. He shall have justice. Nay, I shall have law; Shall I not AFER? speak. Would you have 〈◊〉 No, my wellspoken man, I would no more; Nor less: might I enjoy it natural, Not taught to speak unto your present ends, Free from thine, his, and all your unkind handling, Furious enforcing, most unjust presuming, Malicious, and manifold applying, Foul wresting, and impossible construction. He raves, he raves. Thou durst not tell me so, Hadst thou not Caesar's warrant. I can see Whose power condemns me. This betrays his spirit. This doth enough declare him what he is. What am I? speak. An enemy to the state. Because I am an enemy to thee, And such corrupted ministers o' the state, That here art made a present instrument To gratify it with thine own disgrace. This, to the Consul, is most insolent! And impious! ay, take part. reveal yourselves. Alas, I sent not your confederacies? Your plots, and combinations? I not know Minion Sejanus hates me; and that all This boast of law, and law, is but a form, A net of Vulcan's filing, a mere engine, To take that life by a pretext of justice, Which you pursue in malice? I want brain, Or nostril to persuade me, that your ends, And purposes are made to what they are, Before my answer? O, you equal gods, Whose justice not a world of wolf-turned men Shall make me to accuse (howe'er provoke) have I for this so oft engaged myself? Stood in the heat, and fervour of a fight, When Phoebus sooner hath forsook the day Then I the field? Against the blue-eyed Gaules? And crisped Germans? when our Roman Eagles have fanned the fire, with their labouring wings, And no blow dealt, that left not death behind it? When I have charged, alone, into the troops Of curled Sicambrians, routed them, and came Not off, with backward ensigns of a slave, But forward marks, wounds on my breast, and face, Were meant to thee, O CAESAR, and thy Rome? And have I this return? did I, for this, Perform so noble, and so brave defeat, On SACROVIR? (O JOVE, let it become me To boast my deeds, when he, whom they concern, Shall thus forget them.) Silius, Silius, These are the common customs of thy blood, When it is high with wine, as now with rage: This well agrees, with that intemperate vaunt, Thou lately mad'st at AGRIPPINA'S table, That when all other of the troops were prone To fall into rebellion, only yours Remained in their obedience. You were he, That saved the empire; which had then been lost, Had but your legions, there, rebelled, or mutined. Your virtue met, and fronted every peril. You gave to CAESAR, and to Rome their surety. Their name, their strength, their spirit, and their state, Their being was a donative from you.
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Please' CAESAR to giue way vnto his tryall. He shall haue iustice. Nay, I shall haue law; Shall I not AFER? speake. Would you haue No, my well-spoken man, I would no more; Nor lesse: might I inioy it naturall, Not taught to speake vnto your present ends, Free from thine, his, and all your vnkind handling, Furious enforcing, most vniust presuming, Malicious, and manifold applying, Foule wresting, and impossible construction. He raues, he raues. Thou durst not tell me so, Had'st thou not CAESARS warrant. I can see Whose power condemnes me. This betrayes his spirit. This doth inough declare him what he is. What am I? speake. An enemie to the state. Because I am an enemie to thee, And such corrupted ministers o' the state, That here art made a present instrument To gratifie it with thine owne disgrace. This, to the Consul, is most insolent! And impious! I, take part. Reueale your selues. Alas, I sent not your confed'racies? Your plots, and combinations? I not know Minion SEIANVS hates me; and that all This boast of law, and law, is but a forme, A net of VULCANES filing, a meere ingine, To take that life by a pretext of iustice, Which you pursue in malice? I want braine, Or nostrill to perswade me, that your ends, And purposes are made to what they are, Before my answere? O, you equall gods, Whose iustice not a world of wolfe-turn'd men Shall make me to accuse (how ere prouoke) Haue I for this so oft engag'd my selfe? Stood in the heate, and feruor of a fight, When PHOEBVS sooner hath forsooke the day Then I the field? Against the blue-ey'd Gaules? And crisped Germanes? when our Romane Eagles Haue fann'd the fire, with their labouring wings, And no blow dealt, that left not death behind it? When I haue charg'd, alone, into the troopes Of curl'd Sicambrians, routed them, and came Not off, with backward ensignes of a slaue, But forward markes, wounds on my brest, and face, Were meant to thee, Ô CAESAR, and thy Rome? And haue I this returne? did I, for this, Performe so noble, and so braue defeate, On SACROVIR? (Ô IOVE, let it become me To boast my deedes, when he, whom they concerne, Shall thus forget them.) SILIVS, SILIVS, These are the common customes of thy bloud, When it is high with wine, as now with rage: This well agrees, with that intemperate vaunt, Thou lately mad'st at AGRIPPINA'S table, That when all other of the troopes were prone To fall into rebellion, only yours Remain'd in their obedience. You were he, That sau'd the empire; which had then beene lost, Had but your legions, there, rebell'd, or mutin'd. Your vertue met, and fronted euery perill. You gaue to CAESAR, and to Rome their surety. Their name, their strength, their spirit, and their state, Their being was a donatiue from you.