Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
These forked tricks, I understand 'em not, Would he would tell us whom he loves, or hates, That we might follow, without fear, or doubt. Good HELIOTROPE! Is this your honest man? Let him be yours so still. He is my knave.) I cannot tell, Sejanus still goes on, And mounts, we see: New statues are advanced, Fresh leaves of titles, large inscriptions read, His fortune sworn by, himself new gone out Caesar's colleague, in the fifth Consulship, More altars smoke to him, then all the gods: What would we more? That the dear smoke would choke him, That would I more. Peace, good Arruntius.) But there are letters come (they say) eu'n now, Which do forbid that last. do you hear so? Yes. By Pollux, that's the worst. By HERCVLES, best.) I did not like the sign, when Regulus, (Whom all we know no friend unto Sejanus) Did, by Tiberius so precise command, Succeed a fellow in the Consulship: It boded somewhat. Not a mote. His partner, Fulcinius TRIO, is his own, and sure. Here comes Terentius. He can give us more. I'll ne'er believe, but CAESAR hath some sent Of bold Sejanus footing. These cross points Of varying letters, and opposing Consuls, Mingling his honours, and his punishments, feigning now ill, now well, raising Sejanus, And then depressing him, (as now of late In all reports we have it) cannot be empty of practice: 'Tis Tiberius art. For (having found his favourite grown too great, And, with his greatness, strong; that all the soldiers Are, with their leaders, made at his devotion; That almost all the Senate are his creatures, Or hold on him their main dependences, Either for benefit, or hope, or fear; And that himself hath lost much of his own, By parting unto him; and by th'increase Of his rank lusts, and rages, quite disarmed Himself of love, or other public means, To dare an open contestation) His subtlety hath chose this doubling line, To hold him even in: not so to fear him, As wholly put him out, and yet give check Unto his farther boldness. In mean time, By his employments, makes him odious Unto the staggering rout, whose aid (in fine) He hopes to use, as sure, who (when they sway) Bear down, o'erturn all objects in their way. You may be a LYNCEUS, Lepidus: yet, I See no such cause, but that a politic tyrant (who can so well disguise it) should have ta'en A nearer way: feigned honest, and come home To cut his throat, by Law. I, but his fear Would ne'er be masked, all-be his vices were. His lordship then is still in grace? Assure you, Never in more, either of grace, or power. The gods are wise, and just. (The fiends they are. To suffer thee bely 'em?) I have here His last, and present letters, where he writes him The Partner of his cares, and his Sejanus— But is that true, it 'tis prohibited, To sacrifice unto him? Some such thing CAESAR makes scruple of, but forbids it not; No more then to himself: says, he could wish It were forborn to all.
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These forked tricks, I vnderstand 'hem not, Would he would tell vs whom he loues, or hates, That we might follow, without feare, or doubt. Good HELIOTROPE! Is this your honest man? Let him be yours so still. He is my knaue.) I cannot tell, SEIANVS still goes on, And mounts, we see: New statues are aduanc'd, Fresh leaues of titles, large inscriptions read, His fortune sworne by, himselfe new gone out CAESARS colleague, in the fifth Consulship, More altars smoke to him, then all the gods: What would wee more? That the deare smoke would choke him, That would I more. Peace, good ARRVNTIVS.) But there are letters come (they say) eu'n now, Which doe forbid that last. Doe you heare so? Yes. By POLLVX, that's the worst. By HERCVLES, best.) I did not like the signe, when REGVLVS, (Whom all we know no friend vnto SEIANVS) Did, by TIBERIVS so precise command, Succeed a fellow in the Consulship: It boded somewhat. Not a mote. His partner, FVLCINIVS TRIO, is his owne, and sure. Here comes TERENTIVS. He can giue vs more. I'le ne're beleeue, but CAESAR hath some sent Of bold SEIANVS footing. These crosse points Of varying letters, and opposing Consuls, Mingling his honours, and his punishments, Fayning now ill, now well, raysing SEIANVS, And then depressing him, (as now of late In all reports we haue it) cannot be Emptie of practice: 'Tis TIBERIVS arte. For (hauing found his fauorite growne too great, And, with his greatnesse, strong; that all the souldiers Are, with their leaders, made at his deuotion; That almost all the Senate are his creatures, Or hold on him their maine dependances, Either for benefit, or hope, or feare; And that himselfe hath lost much of his owne, By parting vnto him; and by th'increase Of his ranke lusts, and rages, quite disarm'd Himselfe of loue, or other publique meanes, To dare an open contestation) His subtilty hath chose this doubling line, To hold him euen in: not so to feare him, As wholly put him out, and yet giue checke Vnto his farder boldnesse. In meane time, By his employments, makes him odious Vnto the staggering rout, whose aide (in fine) He hopes to vse, as sure, who (when they sway) Beare downe, ore-turne all obiects in their way. You may be a LINCEVS, LEPIDVS: yet, I See no such cause, but that a politique tyranne (who can so well disguise it) should haue tane A neerer way: fain'd honest, and come home To cut his throte, by Law. I, but his feare Would ne're be masqu'd, all-be his vices were. His lordship then is still in grace? Assure you, Neuer in more, either of grace, or power. The gods are wise, and iust. (The fiends they are. To suffer thee belie 'hem?) I haue here His last, and present letters, where he writes him The Partner of his cares, and his SEIANVS— But is that true, it 'tis prohibited, To sacrifice vnto him? Some such thing CAESAR makes scruple of, but forbids it not; No more then to himselfe: sayes, he could wish It were forborne to all.