Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
If bad, I should for ever loathe myself, To be the messenger to so good a lord. I do exceed m' instructions, to acquaint Your lordship with thus much; but 'tis my venture On your retentive wisdom: and, because I would no jealous scruple should molest Or rack your peace of thought. For, I assure My noble lord, no Senator yet knows The business meant: though all, by several letters, Are warned to be there, and give their voices, Only to add unto the state, and grace Of what is purposed. You take pleasure, MACRO, Like a coy wench, in torturing your lover. What can be worth this suffering? That which follows, The tribunicial dignity, and power: Both which Sejanus is to have this day Conferred upon him, and by public Senate. Fortune, be mine again; thou hast satisfied For thy suspected loyalty. My lord, I have no longer time, the day approacheth, And I must back to CAESAR. Where's Caligula? That I forgot to tell your lordship. Why, He lingers yonder, about Capreae, Disgraced; Tiberius hath not seen him yet: He needs would thrust himself to go with me, Against my wish, or will, but I have quitted His forward trouble, with as tardy note As my neglect, or silence could afford him. Your lordship cannot now command me aught, Because, I take no knowledge that I saw you, But I shall boast to live to serve your lordship: And so take leave. Honest, and worthy MACRO, Your love, and friendship. Who's there? SATRIUS, Attend my honourable friend forth. O! How vain, and vile a passion is this fear? What base, uncomely things it makes men do? Suspect their noblest friends, (as I did this) Flatter poor enemies, entreat their servants, Stoop, court, and catch at the benevolence Of creatures, unto whom (within this hour) I would not have vouchsafed a quarter-look, Or piece of face? By you, that fools call gods, Hang all the sky with your prodigious signs, Fill earth with monsters, drop the scorpion down, Out of the zodiac, or the fiercer lion, Shake off the loosened globe from her long hinge, Roll all the world in darkness, and let loose Th'Enraged winds to turn up groves and towns; When I do fear again, let me be struck With forked fire, and unpitied die: Who fears, is worthy of calamity. IS not my lord here? Sir, he will be straight. What news, Fulcinius TRIO? Good, good tidings. (But, keep it to yourself) My lord Sejanus Is to receive this day, in open Senate, The tribunicial dignity. Is't true? No words; not to your thought: but, sir, believe it. What says the Consul? (Speak it not again,) He tells me, that today my lord Sejanus— I must entreat you COTTA, on your honour Not to reveal it. On my life, sir.) Say. Is to receive the tribunicial power. But, as you are an honourable man, Let me conjure you, not to utter it: For it is trusted to me, with that bond. I am HARPOCRATES.
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If bad, I should for euer lothe my selfe, To be the messenger to so good a lord. I doe exceed m' instructions, to acquaint Your lordship with thus much; but 'tis my venture On your retentiue wisedome: and, because I would no iealous scruple should molest Or racke your peace of thought. For, I assure My noble lord, no Senator yet knowes The businesse meant: though all, by seuerall letters, Are warned to be there, and giue their voyces, Onely to adde vnto the state, and grace Of what is purpos'd. You take pleasure, MACRO, Like a coy wench, in torturing your louer. What can be worth this suffering? That which followes, The tribuniciall dignitie, and power: Both which SEIANVS is to haue this day Confer'd vpon him, and by publique Senate. Fortune, be mine againe; thou hast satisfied For thy suspected loyaltie. My lord, I haue no longer time, the day approcheth, And I must backe to CAESAR. Where's CALIGVLA? That I forgot to tell your lordship. Why, He lingers yonder, about Capreae, Disgrac'd; TIBERIVS hath not seene him yet: He needs would thrust himselfe to goe with me, Against my wish, or will, but I haue quitted His forward trouble, with as tardie note As my neglect, or silence could afford him. Your lordship cannot now command me ought, Because, I take no knowledge that I saw you, But I shall boast to liue to serue your lordship: And so take leaue. Honest, and worthy MACRO, Your loue, and friendship. Who's there? SATRIVS, Attend my honourable friend forth. O! How vaine, and vile a passion is this feare? What base, vncomely things it makes men doe? Suspect their noblest friends, (as I did this) Flatter poore enemies, intreat their seruants, Stoupe, court, and catch at the beneuolence Of creatures, vnto whom (within this houre) I would not haue vouchsaf'd a quarter-looke, Or piece of face? By you, that fooles call gods, Hang all the skie with your prodigious signes, Fill earth with monsters, drop the scorpion downe, Out of the zodiack, or the fiercer lyon, Shake off the loos'ned globe from her long henge, Rowle all the world in darkenesse, and let loose Th'inraged windes to turne vp groues and townes; When I doe feare againe, let me be strooke With forked fire, and vnpittyed die: Who feares, is worthy of calamitie. IS not my lord here? Sir, he will be straight. What newes, FVLCINIVS TRIO? Good, good tidings. (But, keepe it to your selfe) My lord SEIANVS Is to receiue this day, in open Senate, The tribuniciall dignitie. Is't true? No wordes; not to your thought: but, sir, beleeue it. What sayes the Consul? (Speake it not againe,) He tells me, that to day my lord SEIANVS — I must entreat you COTTA, on your honour Not to reueale it. On my life, sir.) Say. Is to receiue the tribuniciall power. But, as you are an honourable man, Let me coniure you, not to vtter it: For it is trusted to me, with that bond. I am HARPOCRATES.