Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And trusted to this office? Lepidus, I'd sooner trust Greeke-SINON, then a man Our state employs. he's gone: and being gone, I dare tell you (whom I dare better trust) That our night-eyed Tiberius doth not see His minions drifts; or, if he do, he's not So errant subtle, as we fools do take him: To breed a mongrel up, in his own house, With his own blood, and (if the good gods please) At his own throat, flesh him, to take a leap. I do not beg it, heaven: but, if the fates Grant it these eyes, they must not wink. They must Not see it, Lucius. Who should let 'em? zeal, And duty; with the thought, he is our Prince. He is our monster: forfeited to vice So far, as no racked virtue can redeem him. His lothed person fouler then all crimes: An emperor, only in his lusts. Retired (From all regard of his own fame, or Rome's) Into an obscure Island; where he lives (Acting his tragedies with a comic face) Amidst his rout of Chaldees: spending hours, Days, weeks, and months, in the unkind abuse Of grave astrology, to the bane of men, Casting the scope of mens nativities, And having found ought worthy in their fortune, Kill, or precipitate them in the sea, And boast, he can mock fate. Nay, muse not: these Are far from ends of evil, scarce degrees. He hath his slaughter-house, at Capreae; Where he doth study murder, as an art: And they are dearest in his grace, that can device the deepest tortures. Thither, too, He hath his boys, and beauteous girls ta'en up, Out of our noblest houses, the best formed, Best nurtured, and most modest: what's their good serves to provoke his bad. Some are allured, Some threatened; others (by their friends detained) Are ravished hence, like captives, and, in sight Of their most grieved parents, dealt away Unto his spintries, sellaries, and slaves, Masters of strange, and new-commented lusts, For which wise nature hath not left a name. To this (what most strikes us, and bleeding Rome,) He is, with all his craft, become the ward To his own vassal, a stale catamite: Whom he (vpon our low, and suffering necks) Hath raised, from excrement, to side the gods, And have his proper sacrifice in Rome: Which IOVE beholds, and yet will sooner rive A senseless oak with thunder, then his trunk. THese letters make men doubtful what t'expect, Whether his coming, or his death. Troth, both: And which comes soonest, thank the gods for. List, Their talk is CAESAR, I would hear all voices.) One day, he's well; and will return to Rome: The next day, sick; and knows not when to hope it. True, and today, one of Sejanus friends Honoured by special writ; and on the morrow Another punished— By more special writ. This man receives his praises of Sejanus, A second, but slight mention; a third, none: A fourth, rebukes. And thus he leaves the Senate Divided, and suspended, all uncertain.
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And trusted to this office? LEPIDVS, I'ld sooner trust Greeke-SINON, then a man Our state employes. Hee's gone: and being gone, I dare tell you (whom I dare better trust) That our night-ey'd TIBERIVS doth not see His minions drifts; or, if he doe, h'is not So errant subtill, as we fooles doe take him: To breed a mungrell vp, in his owne house, With his owne bloud, and (if the good gods please) At his owne throte, flesh him, to take a leape. I doe not beg it, heau'n: but, if the fates Grant it these eyes, they must not winke. They must Not see it, LVCIVS. Who should let 'hem? Zeale, And dutie; with the thought, he is our Prince. He is our monster: forfeited to vice So far, as no rack'd vertue can redeeme him. His lothed person fouler then all crimes: An Emp'rour, only in his lusts. Retir'd (From all regard of his owne fame, or Rome's) Into an obscure Iland; where he liues (Acting his tragedies with a comick face) Amid'st his rout of Chaldee's: spending houres, Dayes, weekes, and months, in the vnkind abuse Of graue astrologie, to the bane of men, Casting the scope of mens natiuities, And hauing found ought worthy in their fortune, Kill, or precipitate them in the sea, And boast, he can mocke fate. Nay, muse not: these Are farre from ends of euill, scarse degrees. He hath his slaughter-house, at Capreae; Where he doth studie murder, as an arte: And they are dearest in his grace, that can Deuise the deepest tortures. Thither, too, He hath his boyes, and beauteous girles tane vp, Out of our noblest houses, the best form'd, Best nurtur'd, and most modest: what's their good Serues to prouoke his bad. Some are allur'd, Some threatned; others (by their friends detain'd) Are rauish'd hence, like captiues, and, in sight Of their most grieued parents, dealt away Vnto his spintries, sellaries, and slaues, Masters of strange, and new-commented lusts, For which wise nature hath not left a name. To this (what most strikes vs, and bleeding Rome,) He is, with all his craft, become the ward To his owne vassall, a stale catamite: Whom he (vpon our low, and suffering necks) Hath rais'd, from excrement, to side the gods, And haue his proper sacrifice in Rome: Which IOVE beholds, and yet will sooner riue A senslesse oke with thunder, then his trunck. THese letters make men doubtfull what t'expect, Whether his comming, or his death. Troth, both: And which comes soonest, thanke the gods for. List, Their talke is CAESAR, I would heare all voyces.) One day, hee's well; and will returne to Rome: The next day, sicke; and knowes not when to hope it. True, and to day, one of SEIANVS friends Honour'd by speciall writ; and on the morrow Another punish'd— By more speciall writ. This man receiues his praises of SEIANVS, A second, but slight mention; a third, none: A fourth, rebukes. And thus he leaues the Senate Diuided, and suspended, all vncertayne.