Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
No more. That MACRO''s come, is more than all! Is MACRO come? I saw him. Where? with whom? With Regulus. Terentius— My lord? Send for the Tribunes, we will straight have up More of the soldiers, for our guard. Minutius, We pray you, go for COTTA, LATIARIS, TRIO the Consul, or what Senators You know are sure, and ours. You, my good NATTA, For LACO, Provost of the watch. Now, SATRIUS, The time of proof comes on. Arm all our servants, And without tumult. You, Pomponius, Hold some good correspondence, with the Consul, Attempt him, noble friend. These things begin To look like dangers, now, worthy my fates. Fortune, I see thy worst: Let doubtful states, And things uncertain hang upon thy will: Me surest death shall render certain still. Yet, why is, now, my thought turned toward death, Whom fates have let go on, so far, in breath, Unchecked, or unreproved? ay, that did help To fell the lofty Cedar of the world, Germanicus; that, at one stroke, cut down Drusus, that upright Elm; withered his vine; Laid Silius, and Sabinus, two strong Oaks, Flat on the earth; besides, those other shrubs, CORDUS, and SOSIA, Claudia Pulchra, Furnius, and Gallus, which I have grubbed up; And since, have set my axe so strong, and deep Into the root of spreading AGRIPPINE; Lopped off and scattered her proud branches, NERO, Drusus, and CAIUS too, although replanted; If you will, destinies, that, after all, I faint, now, ere I touch my period; You are but cruel: and I already have done Things great enough. All Rome hath been my slave; The Senate sat an idle looker on, And witness of my power; when I have blushed, More, to command, than it to suffer; all The Fathers have sat ready, and prepared, To give me empire, temples, or their throats, When I would ask 'em; and (what crowns the top) Rome, Senate, people, all the world have seen JOVE, but my equal: CAESAR, but my second. 'Tis then your malice, fates, who (but your own) Envy, and fear, t'have any power long known. STay here: I'll give his lordship, you are come. Marcus, Terentius, pray you tell my lord, Here's COTTA, and LATIARIS. Sir, I shall. My letter is the very same with yours; Only requires me to be present there, And give my voice, to strengthen his design. Names he not what it is? No, nor to you. 'Tis strange, and singular doubtful! So it is? It may be all is left to lord Sejanus. GEntlemen, where's my lord? we wait him here. The Provost LACO? what's the news? My lord— NOw, my right dear, noble, and trusted friends; How much I am a captive to your kindness! Most worthy COTTA, LATIARIS; LACO, Your valiant hand; and gentlemen, your loves. I wish I could divide myself unto you; Or that it lay, within our narrow powers, To satisfy for so enlarged bounty. GRACINUS, we must pray you, hold your guards Unquit, when morning comes. Saw you the Consul?
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No more. That MACRO'S come, is more then all! Is MACRO come? I saw him. Where? with whom? With REGVLVS. TERENTIVS— My lord? Send for the Tribunes, we will straight haue vp More of the souldiers, for our guard. MINVTIVS, We pray you, goe for COTTA, LATIARIS, TRIO the Consul, or what Senators You know are sure, and ours. You, my good NATTA, For LACO, Prouost of the watch. Now, SATRIVS, The time of proofe comes on. Arme all our seruants, And without tumult. You, POMPONIVS, Hold some good correspondence, with the Consul, Attempt him, noble friend. These things begin To looke like dangers, now, worthy my fates. Fortune, I see thy worst: Let doubtfull states, And things vncertaine hang vpon thy will: Me surest death shall render certaine still. Yet, why is, now, my thought turn'd toward death, Whom fates haue let goe on, so farre, in breath, Vncheck'd, or vnreprou'd? I, that did helpe To fell the loftie Cedar of the world, GERMANICVS; that, at one stroke, cut downe DRVSVS, that vpright Elme; wither'd his vine; Laid SILIVS, and SABINVS, two strong Okes, Flat on the earth; besides, those other shrubs, CORDVS, and SOSIA, CLAVDIA PVLCHRA, FVRNIVS, and GALLVS, which I haue grub'd vp; And since, haue set my axe so strong, and deepe Into the roote of spreading AGRIPPINE; Lopt off and scatter'd her proud branches, NERO, DRVSVS, and CAIVS too, although re-planted; If you will, destinies, that, after all, I faint, now, ere I touch my period; You are but cruell: and I alreadie haue done Things great inough. All Rome hath beene my slaue; The Senate sate an idle looker on, And witnesse of my power; when I haue blush'd, More, to command, then it to suffer; all The Fathers haue sate readie, and prepar'd, To giue me empire, temples, or their throtes, When I would aske 'hem; and (what crownes the top) Rome, Senate, people, all the world haue seene IOVE, but my equall: CAESAR, but my second. 'Tis then your malice, fates, who (but your owne) Enuy, and feare, t'haue any power long knowne. STay here: I'le giue his lordship, you are come. MARCVS, TERENTIVS, pray you tell my lord, Here's COTTA, and LATIARIS. Sir, I shall. My letter is the very same with yours; Onely requires mee to bee present there, And giue my voyce, to strengthen his designe. Names he not what it is? No, nor to you. 'Tis strange, and singular doubtfull! So it is? It may bee all is left to lord SEIANVS. GEntlemen, where's my lord? Wee wait him here. The Prouost LACO? what's the newes? My lord— NOw, my right deare, noble, and trusted friends; How much I am a captiue to your kindnesse! Most worthy COTTA, LATIARIS; LACO, Your valiant hand; and gentlemen, your loues. I wish I could diuide my selfe vnto you; Or that it lay, within our narrow powers, To satisfie for so enlarged bountie. GRACINVS, we must pray you, hold your guardes Vnquit, when morning comes. Saw you the Consul?