Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
As common grooms; and hanging on his look, No less than human life on destiny! That had men's knees as frequent, as the gods; And sacrifices, more, than Rome had altars: And this man fall! fall? ay, without a look, That durst appear his friend; or lend so much Of vain relief, to his changed state, as pity! They, that before like gnats played in his beams, And thronged to circumscribe him, now not seen! Nor deign to hold a common seat with him! Others, that waited him unto the Senate, Now, inhumanly ravish him to prison! Whom (but this morn) they followed as their lord, Guard through the streets, bound like a fugitive! In stead of wreaths, give fetters; strokes, for stoops: Blind shame, for honours; and black taunts, for titles! Who would trust slippery chance? They, that would make Themselves her spoil: and foolishly forget, When she doth flatter, that she comes to prey. Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men Had wisdom: we have placed thee so high, By fond belief in thy felicity. The God's guard CAESAR. All the gods guard CAESAR. NOw great Sejanus, you that awed the state, And sought to bring the nobles to your whip, That would be Caesar's tutor, and dispose Of dignities, and offices! that had The public head still bare to your designs, And made the general voice to echo yours! That looked for salutations, twelve score off, And would have pyramids, yea, temples reared To your huge greatness! now, you lie as flat, As was your pride advanced. Thanks, to the gods. And praise to MACRO, that hath saved Rome. Liberty, liberty, liberty. Lead on, And praise to MACRO, that hath saved Rome. I Prophesy, out of this senate's flattery, That this new fellow, MACRO, will become A greater prodigy in Rome, than he That now is fallen. O you, whose minds are good, And have not forced all mankind, from your breasts; That yet have so much stock of virtue left, To pity guilty states, when they are wretched: Lend your soft ears to hear, and eyes to weep Deeds done by men, beyond the acts of furies. The eager multitude, (who never yet Knew why to love, or hate, but only pleased T'express their rage of power) no sooner heard The murmur of Sejanus in decline, But with that speed, and heat of appetite, With which they greedily devour the way To some great sports, or a new theatre; They filled the capitol, and POMPEI'S circ, Where, like so many mastiffs, biting stones, As if his statues now were sensitive Of their wild fury; first, they tear them down: Then fastening ropes, drag them along the streets, Crying in scorn, this, this was that rich head Was crowned with garlands, and with odours, this That was in Rome so reverenced. Now The furnace, and the bellows shall too work The great Sejanus crack, and piece, by piece, Drop i' the founder's pit.
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As common groomes; and hanging on his looke, No lesse then humane life on destinie! That had mens knees as frequent, as the gods; And sacrifices, more, then Rome had altars: And this man fall! fall? I, without a looke, That durst appeare his friend; or lend so much Of vaine reliefe, to his chang'd state, as pitty! They, that before like gnats plaid in his beames, And throng'd to circumscribe him, now not seene! Nor deigne to hold a common seate with him! Others, that wayted him vnto the Senate, Now, inhumanely rauish him to prison! Whom (but this morne) they follow'd as their lord, Guard through the streets, bound like a fugitiue! In stead of wreaths, giue fetters; strokes, for stoops: Blind shame, for honours; and black taunts, for titles! Who would trust slippery chance? They, that would make Themselues her spoile: and foolishly forget, When shee doth flatter, that shee comes to prey. Fortune, thou hadst no deitie, if men Had wisedome: we haue placed thee so high, By fond beliefe in thy felicitie. The gods guard CAESAR. All the gods guard CAESAR. NOw great SEIANVS, you that aw'd the state, And sought to bring the nobles to your whip, That would be CAESARS tutor, and dispose Of dignities, and offices! that had The publique head still bare to your designes, And made the generall voyce to eccho yours! That look'd for salutations, twelue score off, And would haue pyramid's, yea, temples rear'd To your huge greatnesse! now, you lie as flat, As was your pride aduanc'd. Thanks, to the gods. And praise to MACRO, that hath saued Rome. Liberty, liberty, liberty. Lead on, And praise to MACRO, that hath saued Rome. I Prophesie, out of this Senates flatterie, That this new fellow, MACRO, will become A greater prodigie in Rome, then he That now is falne. O you, whose minds are good, And haue not forc'd all mankind, from your brests; That yet haue so much stock of vertue left, To pitty guiltie states, when they are wretched: Lend your soft eares to heare, and eyes to weepe Deeds done by men, beyond the acts of furies. The eager multitude, (who neuer yet Knew why to loue, or hate, but onely pleas'd T'expresse their rage of power) no sooner heard The murmure of SEIANVS in decline, But with that speed, and heate of appetite, With which they greedily deuoure the way To some great sports, or a new theatre; They fill'd the capitoll, and POMPEI'S circke, Where, like so many mastiues, biting stones, As if his statues now were sensitiue Of their wild furie; first, they teare them downe: Then fastning ropes, drag them along the streets, Crying in scorne, this, this was that rich head Was crown'd with garlands, and with odours, this That was in Rome so reuerenced. Now The fornace, and the bellowes shall too worke The great SEIANVS crack, and piece, by piece, Drop i' the founders pit.