Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
SIr, but observe how thick your dangers meet In his clear drifts! Your mother, and your brothers, Now cited to the Senate! Their friend, Gallus, Feasted today by CAESAR, since committed! Sabinus, here we met, hurried to fetters! The Senators all struck with fear, and silence, save those, whose hopes depend not on good means, But force their private prey, from public spoil! And you must know, if here you stay, your state Is sure to be the subject of his hate, As now the object. What would you advise me? To go for Capreae presently: and there give up yourself, entirely, to your uncle. Tell CAESAR (since your mother is accused To fly for succours to Augustus statue, And to the army, with your brethren) you have rather chose, to place your aides in him, Then live suspected; or in hourly fear To be thrust out, by bold Seianus' plots: Which, you shall confidently vrge, to be Most full of peril to the state, and CAESAR, As being laid to his peculiar ends, And not to be let run, with common safety. All which (vpon the second) I'll make plain, So both shall love, and trust with CAESAR gain. Away then, let's prepare us for our journey. STill, do'st thou suffer heaven? will no flame, No heat of sin make thy just wrath to boil In thy distemp'red bosom, and ore-flow The pitchy blazes of impiety, Kindled beneath thy throne? Still canst thou sleep, Patient, while vice doth make an antic face At thy drad power, and blow dust, and smoke Into thy nostrils? IOVE, will nothing wake thee? Must vile Sejanus pull thee by the beard, Ere thou wilt open thy black-lidded eye, And look him dead? Well! Snore on, dreaming gods: And let this last of that proud Giant-race, heave mountain vpon mountain, 'gainst your state— Be good unto me, fortune, and you powers, Whom I, expostulating, have profaned; I see (what's equal with a prodigy) A great, a noble Roman, and an honest, live an old man! O, Marcus Lepidus, When is our turn to bleed? thyself, and I (Without our boast) are a'most all the few Left, to be honest, in these impious times. WHat we are left to be, we will be, Lucius, Though tyranny did stare, as wide as death, To fright us from it. 'T hath so, on Sabinus. I saw him now drawn from the Gemonies, And (what increased the direness of the fact) His faithful dog (upbraiding all us Romanes) never forsook the corp's, but, seeing it thrown Into the stream, leapt in, and drowned with it. O act! to be envied him, of us men! We are the next, the hook lays hold on, Marcus: What are thy artes (good patriot, teach them me) That have preserved thy hairs, to this white die, And kept so reverend, and so dear a head, Safe, on his comely shoulders?
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SIr, but obserue how thicke your dangers meete In his cleare drifts! Your mother, and your brothers, Now cited to the Senate! Their friend, GALLVS, Feasted to day by CAESAR, since committed! SABINVS, here we met, hurryed to fetters! The Senators all strooke with feare, and silence, Saue those, whose hopes depend not on good meanes, But force their priuate prey, from publique spoile! And you must know, if here you stay, your state Is sure to be the subiect of his hate, As now the obiect. What would you aduise me? To goe for Capreae presently: and there Giue vp your selfe, entirely, to your vncle. Tell CAESAR (since your mother is accus'd To flie for succours to AVGVSTVS statue, And to the armie, with your brethren) you Haue rather chose, to place your aides in him, Then liue suspected; or in hourely feare To be thrust out, by bold SEIANV'S plots: Which, you shall confidently vrge, to be Most full of perill to the state, and CAESAR, As being laid to his peculiar ends, And not to be let run, with common safety. All which (vpon the second) I'le make plaine, So both shall loue, and trust with CAESAR gaine. Away then, let's prepare vs for our iourney. STill, do'st thou suffer heau'n? will no flame, No heate of sinne make thy iust wrath to boile In thy distemp'red bosome, and ore-flow The pitchy blazes of impietie, Kindled beneath thy throne? Still canst thou sleepe, Patient, while vice doth make an antique face At thy drad power, and blow dust, and smoke Into thy nostrils? IOVE, will nothing wake thee? Must vile SEIANVS pull thee by the beard, Ere thou wilt open thy black-lidded eye, And looke him dead? Well! Snore on, dreaming gods: And let this last of that proud Giant-race, Heaue mountayne vpon mountayne, 'gainst your state— Be good vnto me, fortune, and you powers, Whom I, expostulating, haue profan'd; I see (what's equall with a prodigie) A great, a noble Romane, and an honest, Liue an old man! O, MARCVS LEPIDVS, When is our turne to bleed? Thy selfe, and I (Without our boast) are a'most all the few Left, to be honest, in these impious times. WHat we are left to be, we will be, LVCIVS, Though tyrannie did stare, as wide as death, To fright vs from it. 'T hath so, on SABINVS. I saw him now drawne from the Gemonies, And (what increas'd the direnesse of the fact) His faithfull dogge (vpbraiding all vs Romanes) Neuer forsooke the corp's, but, seeing it throwne Into the streame, leap'd in, and drown'd with it. O act! to be enui'd him, of vs men! We are the next, the hooke layes hold on, MARCVS▪ What are thy artes (good patriot, teach them me) That haue preseru'd thy haires, to this white die, And kept so reuerend, and so deare a head, Safe, on his comely shoulders?