Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Well worded, and most like an Orator. Is this true, Silius? save thy question, CAESAR. Thy spy, of famous credit, hath affirmed it. Excellent Roman! He doth answer stoutly. If this be so, there needs no farther cause Of crime against him. What can more impeach The royal dignity, and state of CAESAR, Then to be urged with a benefit He cannot pay? In this, all Caesar's fortune Is made unequal to the courtesy. His means are clean destroyed, that should requite. Nothing is great enough for Silius merit. Gallus on that side to? Come, do not hunt, And labour so about for circumstance, To make him guilty, whom you have foredoomed: Take shorter ways, I'll meet your purposes. The words were mine, and more I now will say: Since I have done thee that great service, CAESAR, Thou still hast feared me; and, in place of grace, Returned me hatred: so soon, all best turns, With doubtful Princes, turn deep injuries In estimation, when they greater rise, Then can be answered. Benefits, with you, Are of no longer pleasure, than you can With ease restore them; that transcended once, Your studies are not how to thank, but kill. It is your nature, to have all men slaves To you, but you acknowledging to none. The means that makes your greatness, must not come In mention of it; if it do, it takes So much away, you think: and that, which helped, Shall soonest perish, if it stand in eye, Where it may front, or but upbraid the high. Suffer him speak no more. Note but his spirit. This shows him in the rest. Let him be censured. He hath spoke enough to prove him Caesar's foe. His thoughts look through his words. A censure. Stay, Stay, most officious Senate, I shall straight Delude thy fury. Silius hath not placed His guards within him, against fortune's spite, So weakly, but he can escape your gripe That are but hands of fortune: She herself When virtue doth oppose, must lose her threats. All that can happen in humanity, The frown of CAESAR, proud Sejanus hatred, Base VARRO'S spleen, and Afer's bloodying tongue, The senate's servile flattery, and these Mustered to kill, I'm fortified against; And can look down upon: they are beneath me. It is not life whereof I stand enamoured: Nor shall my end make me accuse my fate. The coward, and the valiant man must fall, Only the cause, and manner how, discerns them: Which then are gladdest, when they cost us dearest. Romans, if any here be in this Senate, Would know to mock Tiberius tyranny, Look upon Silius, and so learn to die. O, desperate act! An honourable hand! Look, is he dead? 'Twas nobly struck, and home. My thought did prompt him to it. Farewell, Silius. Be famous ever for thy great example.
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Well worded, and most like an Orator. Is this true, SILIVS? Saue thy question, CAESAR. Thy spie, of famous credit, hath affirm'd it. Excellent Romane! He doth answere stoutly. If this be so, there needes no farder cause Of crime against him. What can more impeach The royall dignitie, and state of CAESAR, Then to be vrged with a benefit He cannot pay? In this, all CAESARS fortune Is made vnequall to the courtesie. His meanes are cleane destroy'd, that should requite. Nothing is great inough for SILIVS merit. GALLVS on that side to? Come, doe not hunt, And labour so about for circumstance, To make him guiltie, whom you haue fore-doom'd: Take shorter wayes, I'le meet your purposes. The wordes were mine, and more I now will say: Since I haue done thee that great seruice, CAESAR, Thou still hast fear'd me; and, in place of grace, Return'd me hatred: so soone, all best turnes, With doubtfull Princes, turne deepe iniuries In estimation, when they greater rise, Then can be answer'd. Benefits, with you, Are of no longer pleasure, then you can With ease restore them; that transcended once, Your studies are not how to thanke, but kill. It is your nature, to haue all men slaues To you, but you acknowledging to none. The meanes that makes your greatnesse, must not come In mention of it; if it doe, it takes So much away, you thinke: and that, which help'd, Shall soonest perish, if it stand in eye, Where it may front, or but vpbraid the high. Suffer him speake no more. Note but his spirit. This shewes him in the rest. Let him be censur'd. He' hath spoke inough to proue him CAESARS foe. His thoughts looke through his words. A censure. Stay, Stay, most officious Senate, I shall straight Delude thy furie. SILIVS hath not plac'd His guards within him, against fortunes spight, So weakely, but he can escape your gripe That are but hands of fortune: Shee her selfe When vertue doth oppose, must lose her threats. All that can happen in humanitie, The frowne of CAESAR, proud SEIANVS hatred, Base VARRO'S spleene, and AFERS bloudying tongue, The Senates seruile flatterie, and these Mustred to kill, I'am fortified against; And can looke downe vpon: they are beneath me. It is not life whereof I stand enamour'd: Nor shall my end make me accuse my fate. The coward, and the valiant man must fall, Only the cause, and manner how, discernes them: Which then are gladdest, when they cost vs dearest. Romanes, if any here be in this Senate, Would know to mock TIBERIVS tyrannie, Looke vpon SILIVS, and so learne to die. O, desperate act! An honorable hand! Looke, is he dead? 'Twas nobly strooke, and home. My thought did prompt him to it. Farewell, SILIVS. Be famous euer for thy great example.