Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Can you assure it? The Consul told it me, but keep it close. Lord LATIARIS, what's the news? I'll tell you, But you must swear to keep it secret— I Knew the fates had on their distaff left More of our thread, than so. Hail, great Sejanus. Hail, the most honoured. Happy. High Sejanus. Do you bring prodigies too? May all presage Turn to those fair effects, whereof we bring Your lordship news. May 't please my lord withdraw. Yes (I will speak with you, anon.) My lord, What is your pleasure for the Tribunes? Why, Let 'em be thanked, and sent away. My lord— willt please your lordship to command me— No. You are troublesome. The mood is changed. Not speak? Nor look? I. He is wise, will make him friends Of such, who never love, but for their ends. ay, Go, make haste; take heed you be not last To tender your All hail, in the wide hall Of huge Sejanus: run, a lictor's pace; Stay not to put your robes on; but, away, With the pale troubled ensigns of great friendship Stamped i' your face! Now, Marcus Lepidus, You still believe your former augury? Sejanus must go downward? you perceive His wane approaching fast? Believe me, Lucius, I wonder at this rising! ay, and that we Must give our suffrage to it? you will say, It is to make his fall more steep, and grievous? It may be so. But think it, they that can With idle wishes assay to bring back time: In cases desperate, all hope is crime. See, see! what troops of his officious friends Flock to salute my lord! and start before My great, proud lord! to get a lordlike nod! Attend my lord, unto the Senate-house! Bring back my lord! like servile ushers, make Way for my lord! proclaim his idol lordship, More than ten criers, or six noise of trumpets! Make legs, kiss hands, and take a scattered hair From my lords eminent shoulder! See, Sanquinius! With his slow belly, and his dropsy! look, What toiling haste he makes! yet, here's another, Retarded with the gout, will be afore him! Get thee liburnian porters, thou gross fool, To bear thy obsequious fatness, like thy peers. They are met! The gout returns, and his great carriage. Give way, make place; room for the Consul. Hail, hail, great Sejanus. Hail, my honoured lord. We shall be marked anon, for our not-hail. That is already done. It is a note Of upstart greatness, to observe, and watch For these poor trifles, which the noble mind Neglects, and scorns. ay, and they think themselves Deeply dishonoured, where they are omitted, As if they were necessities, that helped To the perfection of their dignities: And hate the men, that but refrain 'em. O! There is a farther cause of hate. Their breasts Are guilty, that we know their obscure springs, And base beginnings: thence the anger grows. On. Follow. WHen all are entered, shut the temple doors; And bring your guards up to the gate. I will.
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Can you assure it? The Consul told it me, but keepe it close. Lord LATIARIS, what's the newes? I'le tell you, But you must sweare to keepe it secret— I Knew the sates had on their distaffe left More of our thread, then so. Haile, great SEIANVS. Haile, the most honor'd. Happy. High SEIANꝰ. Doe you bring prodigies too? May all presage Turne to those faire effects, whereof we bring Your lordship newes. May 't please my lord with-draw. Yes (I will speake with you, anon.) My lord, What is your pleasure for the Tribunes? Why, Let 'hem be thank't, and sent away. My lord— Wilt please your lordship to command me— No. You are troublesome. The mood is chang'd. Not speake? Nor looke? I. He is wise, will make him friends Of such, who neuer loue, but for their ends. I, Goe, make haste; take heed you be not last To tender your All haile, in the wide hall Of huge SEIANVS: runne, a Lictors pace; Stay not to put your robes on; but, away, With the pale troubled ensignes of great friendship Stamp't i' your face! Now, MARCVS LEPIDVS, You still beleeue your former augurie? SEIANVS must goe downe-ward? you perceiue His wane approching fast? Beleeue me, LVCIVS, I wonder at this rising! I, and that we Must giue our suffrage to it? you will say, It is to make his fall more steepe, and grieuous? It may be so. But thinke it, they that can With idle wishes 'ssay to bring backe time: In cases desperate, all hope is crime. See, see! what troups of his officious friends Flock to salute my lord! and start before My great, proud lord! to get a lord-like nod! Attend my lord, vnto the Senate-house! Bring back my lord! like seruile huishers, make Way for my lord! proclaime his idoll lord-ship, More then ten cryers, or sixe noise of trumpets! Make legs, kisse hands, and take a scatter'd haire From my lords eminent shoulder! See, SANQVINIVS! With his slow belly, and his dropsie! looke, What toyling haste he makes! yet, here's another, Retarded with the gout, will be afore him! Get thee liburnian porters, thou grosse foole, To beare thy obsequious fatnesse, like thy peeres. They are met! The gout returnes, and his great carriage. GIue way, make place; roome for the Consul. Haile, Haile, great SEIANVS. Haile, my honor'd lord. We shall be markt anon, for our not-haile. That is already done. It is a note Of vpstart greatnesse, to obserue, and watch For these poore trisles, which the noble mind Neglects, and scornes. I, and they thinke themselues Deepely dishonor'd, where they are omitted, As if they were necessities, that helpt To the perfection of their dignities: And hate the men, that but refraine 'hem. O! There is a farder cause of hate. Their brests Are guiltie, that we know their obscure springs, And base beginnings: thence the anger growes. On. Follow. WHen all are entred, shut the temple doores; And bring your guardes vp to the gate. I will.