Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
O, popular rage! The whilst, the Senate, at the temple of Concord, Make haste to meet again, and thronging cry, Let us condemn him, tread him down in water, While he doth lie upon the bank; away: Where some, more tardy, cry unto their bearers, He will be censured ere we come, run knaves, And use that furious diligence, for fear Their bondmen should inform against their slackness, And bring their quaking flesh unto the hook: The rout, they follow with confused voice, Crying, theyare glad, say they could ne'er abide him; inquire, what man he was? what kind of face? What beard he had? what nose? what lips? protest, They ever did presage h' would come to this: They never thought him wise, nor valiant: Ask After his garments, when he dies? what death? And not a beast of all the herd demands, What was his crime? or, who were his accusers? Under what roof, or testimony, he fell? There came (says one) a huge, long, worded letter From Capreae against him. Did there so? O, they are satisfied, no more. Alas! They follow fortune, and hate men condemned, Guilty, or not. But, had Sejanus thrived In his design, and prosperously oppressed The old Tiberius, then, in that same minute These very rascals, that now rage like furies, Would have proclaimed Sejanus emperor. But what hath followed? Sentence, by the Senate; To lose his head: which was no sooner off, But that, and th'unfortunate trunk were seized By the rude multitude; who not content With what the forward justice of the state, Officiously had done, with violent rage have rent it limb, from limb. A thousand heads, A thousand hands, ten thousand tongues, and voices, Employed at once in several acts of malice! Old men not stayed with age, virgins with shame, Late wives with loss of husbands, mothers of children, Losing all grief in joy of his sad fall, Run quite transported with their cruelty! These mounting at his head, these at his face, These digging out his eyes, those with his brain, Sprinkling themselves, their houses, and their friends; Others are met, have ravished thence an arm, And deal small pieces of the flesh for favours; These with a thigh; this hath cut off his hands; And this his feet; these fingers, and these toes; That hath his liver; he his heart: there wants Nothing but room for wrath, and place for hatred! What cannot oft be done, is now o'erdone. The whole, and all of what was great Sejanus, And next to CAESAR did possess the world, Now torn, and scattered, as he needs no grave, Each little dust covers a little part: So lies he nowhere, and yet often buried! MOre of Sejanus? Yes. What can be added? We know him dead.
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O, popular rage! The whilst, the Senate, at the temple of Concord, Make haste to meet againe, and thronging cry, Let vs condemne him, tread him downe in water, While he doth lie vpon the banke; away: Where some, more tardie, cry vnto their bearers, He will be censur'd ere we come, runne knaues, And vse that furious diligence, for feare Their bond-men should informe against their slacknesse, And bring their quaking flesh vnto the hooke: The rout, they follow with confused voyce, Crying, they'are glad, say they could ne're abide him; Enquire, what man he was? what kind of face? What beard he had? what nose? what lips? protest, They euer did presage h' would come to this: They neuer thought him wise, nor valiant: Aske After his garments, when he dies? what death? And not a beast of all the herd demands, What was his crime? or, who were his accusers? Vnder what roofe, or testimonie, he fell? There came (sayes one) a huge, long, worded letter From Capreae against him. Did there so? O, they are satisfied, no more. Alas! They follow fortune, and hate men condemn'd, Guiltie, or not. But, had SEIANVS thriu'd In his designe, and prosperously opprest The old TIBERIVS, then, in that same minute These very raskals, that now rage like furies, Would haue proclaim'd SEIANVS emperour. But what hath follow'd? Sentence, by the Senate; To lose his head: which was no sooner off, But that, and th'vnfortunate trunke were seiz'd By the rude multitude; who not content With what the forward iustice of the state, Officiously had done, with violent rage Haue rent it limbe, from limbe. A thousand heads, A thousand hands, ten thousand tongues, and voyces, Employ'd at once in seuerall acts of malice! Old men not staid with age, virgins with shame, Late wiues with losse of husbands, mothers of children, Losing all griefe in ioy of his sad fall, Runne quite transported with their crueltie! These mounting at his head, these at his face, These digging out his eyes, those with his braine, Sprinkling themselues, their houses, and their friends; Others are met, haue rauish'd thence an arme, And deale small pieces of the flesh for fauours; These with a thigh; this hath cut off his hands; And this his feet; these fingers, and these toes; That hath his liuer; he his heart: there wants Nothing but roome for wrath, and place for hatred! What cannot oft be done, is now ore-done. The whole, and all of what was great SEIANVS, And next to CAESAR did possesse the world, Now torne, and scatter'd, as he needs no graue, Each little dust couers a little part: So lyes he no where, and yet often buryed! MOre of SEIANVS? Yes. What can be added? We know him dead.