Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I moved that war which all the world bemoans, Being urged by force to free myself from fears: Still when my hand gave wounds, my heart gave groans, No Romans blood was shed, but I shed tears. But how could any clevated sprite, That had for honour hazarded his blood; Yet yield by froward foes outrageous spite, To be defrauded of th'expected good. whenas a multitude of battles won, Had made Rome's Empire, and my glory great; And that the Gaules (oft vanquished) had begun T'embrace the yoke that they disdained of late. Then pompous Pompey, my proud son in law, And Cato, that still crossed what I designed, From favouring me the people did withdraw, And unto me a successor assigned. Not that he should succeed in dangerous broils, But even through envy, as they had ordained, That he might so triumph of all my toils, And rob the glory that I dearly gained. Could one with such indignities comport, That values honour dearer than the light? No, (whilst my soul rests sovereign of this fort) None shall have power to rob me of my right. And yet by Ioue, that all the world commands, T'use any violence I did mislike: And offered oft t'abandon all my bands, If that my enemies would have done the like. But the tumultuous multitude that still As waves with winds are carried with conceits, With nought but my disgrace would bound their will, And I committed all unto the fates. Yet when at Rubicon I stood perplexed, And weighed the horror of my high attempt, My soul was with a thousand fancies vexed, Which resolution buried in contempt. Nought in a captain more confounds his foes, Then sudden resolutions swift effects; For so surprised ere they their thoughts dispose, All good advice prodigious care neglects. Though when you marched towards Rome, your power The sudden news so thundered in each ear: (was small, That (as if heaven had fallen upon them all,) They bred amazement, and th'amazement fear, Some secret destiny as then appeared, Doth guide men's actions and their judgements bounds, Them whom huge armies could not once have feared: A shadow or a rumour whiles confounds. be't that th'encroaching danger dulls their spirits. And doth prevent their resolution's power, Or that some destiny distracts their wits, When heavens determined have their fatal hour? Pompey the great that was grown aged in arms, And had triumphed over all the worlds three parts (Being quite discouraged with imagined harms) Fled Rome, though without reach of th'enemies' darts. Then as t'a torrent all gave place to you, Rome whom she called a rebel made her Lord: Your successor Domitius forced to bow, Did trust your favour more than fear your sword. When in th'Iberian bounds you did arrive, There th'adversary that did vainly vaunt, Had all th'advantage that the ground could give, And wealth of victuals that with us were scant.
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I mooude that warre which all the world bemones, Being vrgde by force to free my ſelfe from feares: Still when my hand gaue wounds, my heart gaue grones, No Romans blood was ſhed, but I ſhed teares. But how could any cleuated ſpright, That had for honor hazarded his blood; Yet yeeld by froward foes outragious ſpight, To be defrauded of th'expected good. When as a multitude of battels wonne, Had made Romes Empire, and my glory great; And that the Gaules (oft vanquiſhde) had begunne T'embrace the yoke that they diſdainde of late. Then pompous Pompey, my prowd ſonne in law, And Cato, that ſtill croſſde what I deſignde, From fauouring me the people did withdraw, And vnto me a ſucceſſour aſſignde. Not that he ſhould ſucceed in dangerous broyles, But euen through enuie, as thay had ordain'd, That he might ſo triumph of all my toyles, And rob the glory that I dearely gain'd. Could one with ſuch indignities comport, That values honor deerer then the light? No, (whilſt my ſoule reſts ſoueraigne of this fort) None ſhall haue power to rob me of my right. And yet by Ioue, that all the world commands, T'vſe any violence I did miſlike: And offred oft t'abandon all my bandes, If that my enemies would haue done the like. But the tumultuous multitude that ſtill As waues with windes are carried with conceits, With nought but my diſgrace would bound their will, And I committed all vnto the fates. Yet when at Rubicon I ſtood perplex'd, And weigh'd the horrour of my high attempt, My ſoule was with a thouſand fancies vex'd, Which reſolution buried in contempt. Nought in a captainc more confounds his foes, Then ſodaine reſolutions ſwift effects; For ſo ſurpriz'd ere they their thoughts diſpoſe, All good aduice prodigious care neglects. Though when you march'd towards Rome, your power The ſodaine newes ſo thundred in each eare: (was ſmall, That (as if heauen had falne vpon them all,) They bred amazement, and th'amazement feare, Some ſecret deſtinie as then appear'd, Doth guide mensactions and their iudgements bounds, Them whom huge armies could not once haue fearde: A ſhadow or a rumour whiles confounds. Iſt that th'encroaching danger dulles their ſprits. And doth preuent their reſolutions power, Or that ſome deſtinie diſtracts their wits, When heauens determin'd haue their fatall houre? Pompey the great that was growne ag'd in armes, And had triumph'd ouer all the worlds three parts (Being quite diſcourag'd with imagin'd harmes) Fled Rome, though without reach of th'enemies darts. Then as t'a torrent all gaue place to you, Rome whom ſhe cal'd a rebell made her Lord: Your ſucceſſour Domitius forc'd to bow, Did truſt your fauour more than feare your ſword. When in th'Iberian bounds you did arriue, There th'aduerſarie that did vaihely vaunt, Had all th'aduantage that the ground could giue, And wealth of vittailes that with vs were ſcant.