Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
he's allied to him, and doth trust him well. And he'll requite his trust? To do an office So grateful to the state, I know no man But would strain nearer bands, then kindred— List, I hear them come. Shift to our holes, with silence. IT is a noble constancy you show To this afflicted house: that not like others, (The friends of season) you do follow fortune, And in the winter of their fate, forsake The place, whose glories warmed you. You are just, And worthy such a princely patrons love, As was the worlds-renowned Germanicus: Whose ample merit when I call to thought, And see his wife and issue, objects made To so much envy, jealousy, and hate, It makes me ready to accuse the gods Of negligence, as men of tyranny. They must be patient, so must we. O IOVE. What will become of us, or of the times, When, to be high, or noble, are made crimes? When land, and treasure are most dangerous faults? Nay, when our table, yea our bed assaults Our peace, and safety? when our writings are, By any envious instruments (that dare Apply them to the guilty) made to speak What they will have, to fit their tyrannous wreak? When ignorance is scarcely innocence: And knowledge made a capital offence? When not so much, but the bare empty shade Of liberty, is reft us? and we made, The prey to greedy Vultures, and vile spies, That first transfix us with their murdering eyes? methinks, the Genius of the Roman race Should not be so extinct, but that bright flame Of liberty might be revived again, (Which no good man but with his life, should lose) And we not sit like spent, and patient fools Still puffing in the dark, at one poor coal, Held on by hope, till the last spark is out. The cause is public, and the honour, name, The immortality of every soul That is not bastard, or a slave in Rome, Therein concerned: Whereto, if men would change The wearied arm, and for the weighty shield So long sustained, employ the facile sword, We might have some assurance of our vows. This asses fortitude doth tire us all. It must be active valour must redeem Our loss, or none. The rock, and our hard steel Should meet, t'enforce those glorious fires again, Whose splendour cheered the world, and heat gave life No less then doth the sun's. 'Twere better stay, In lasting darkness, and despair of day. No ill should force the subject undertake Against the sovereign; more then hell should make The gods do wrong. A good man should, and must Sit rather down with loss, then rise unjust. Though, when the Romanes first did yield themselves To one mans power, they did not mean their lives, Their fortunes, and their liberties, should be His absolute spoil, as purchased by the sword.
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
H'is alli'd to him, and doth trust him well. And he'll requite his trust? To doe an office So gratefull to the state, I know no man But would straine neerer bands, then kindred— List, I heare them come. Shift to our holes, with silence. IT is a noble constancie you shew To this afflicted house: that not like others, (The friends of season) you doe follow fortune, And in the winter of their fate, forsake The place, whose glories warm'd you. You are iust, And worthy such a princely patrones loue, As was the worlds-renown'd GERMANICVS: Whose ample merit when I call to thought, And see his wife and issue, obiects made To so much enuie, iealousie, and hate, It makes me ready to accuse the gods Of negligence, as men of tyrannie. They must be patient, so must we. O IOVE. What will become of vs, or of the times, When, to be high, or noble, are made crimes? When land, and treasure are most dangerous faults? Nay, when our table, yea our bed assaults Our peace, and safetie? when our writings are, By any enuious instruments (that dare Apply them to the guiltie) made to speake What they will haue, to fit their tyrannous wreake? When ignorance is scarcely innocence: And knowledge made a capitall offence? When not so much, but the bare emptie shade Of libertie, is reft vs? and we made, The prey to greedie Vultures, and vile spies, That first transfixe vs with their murdering eyes? Me thinkes, the Genius of the Romane race Should not be so extinct, but that bright flame Of libertie might be reuiu'd againe, (Which no good man but with his life, should lose) And we not sit like spent, and patient fooles Still puffing in the darke, at one poore coale, Held on by hope, till the last sparke is out. The cause is publique, and the honour, name, The immortalitie of euery soule That is not bastard, or a slaue in Rome, Therein concern'd: Whereto, if men would change The weari'd arme, and for the waightie shield So long sustain'd, employ the facile sword, We might haue some assurance of our vowes. This asses fortitude doth tyre vs all. It must be actiue valour must redeeme Our losse, or none. The rocke, and our hard steele Should meete, t'enforce those glorious fires againe, Whose splendor cheer'd the world, and heat gaue life No lesse then doth the sunne's. 'Twere better stay, In lasting darkenesse, and despaire of day. No ill should force the subiect vndertake Against the soueraigne; more then hell should make The gods doe wrong. A good man should, and must Sit rather downe with losse, then rise vniust. Though, when the Romanes first did yeeld themselues To one mans power, they did not meane their liues, Their fortunes, and their liberties, should be His absolute spoile, as purchas'd by the sword.