Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yet the celerity that you had used Did so discourage their disordered band, That (as Ioue in their breasts had fear infused,) They had no strength against our strokes to stand. And when Rome's general with brave Legions stored Seemed to possess all that his soul require, Whilst us t'overthrow both famine and the sword, The sea, the land, and all in one conspire; Then for your offices they did contend, As those that of the victory were sure: And where they might th'affairs of state attend In Rome, for lodgings fondly did procure. Yet memorable now that day remains, When all the world was in two armies ranged: That Mars went raging through th'Aemathian plains, And to despairs high expectations changed. That famous field when the Pompeyans lost, (As lions do their prey) you did pursue The scattered remnant of that ruined host, On which new heads still like to Hydra grew. Though victory in Afric fatal seemed To any army that a Scipio led; Yet you showed there, for worth in war esteemed That Rome a better than a Scipio bred: And all our enemies were confounded thus, That us in number ever did surmount; But Caesar and his fortune were with us, Which we did more than many thousands count. The sweetest comfort that my conquests gave, It was the mean how to do many good; For every day some Romans life I save, That in the field to fight against me stood. Thus may my mind be judged by the event, That (even when by my greatest foes assailed) To win the battle never was more bent, Then prompt to pardon when I had prevailed. Not covetous of blood of spoils nor harms, I (though being victor) did insult over none, But laid aside all hatred with my arms, A foe in fight, a friend when it was gone. I like the praise of clemency, more than Of force, that with affliction th'enemy loads, For force proves oft the worst thing that's in men, And clemency the best thing in the gods. Stern Cato, but by Cato that would die, And either death or life, if given disdained; O, I envy thy death that didst envy, The glory that I saving thee had gained'. Yet I to rents and dignities restore Even those that my destruction had designed: And O, it doth delight my mind far more By benefits then by constraint to bind. I would have all my foes brought to their ends. I rather have my foes all made my friends. Their blood whom I suspected should quench all strife. So might one do that liked of nought but life. Still life would be redeemed from dangers forth. Not with a ransom than itself more worth. Than life to man, what thing more dear succeeds? The great contentment that true glory breeds. Men by all means this blast of breath prolong.
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Yet the celeritie that you had vſde Did ſo diſcourage their diſordered band, That (as Ioue in their breaſts had feare infuſde,) They had no ſtrength againſt our ſtrokes to ſtand. And when Romes generall with braue Legions ſtorde Seem'd to poſſeſſe all that his ſoule requirde, Whilſt vs t'ouerthrow both famine and the ſword, The ſea, the land, and all in one conſpirde; Then for your offices they did contend, As thoſe that of the victorie were ſure: And where they might th'affaires of ſtate attend In Rome, for lodgings fondly did procure. Yet memorable now that day remaines, When all the world was in two armies rang'd: That Mars went raging through th'Aemathian plaines, And to diſpaires high expectations chang'd. That famous field when the Pompeyans loſt, (As Lyons doe their prey) you did purſue The ſcattred remnant of that ruin'd hoſte, On which new heads ſtill like to Hydra grew. Though victorie in Affricke fatall ſeem'de To any armie that a Scipio led; Yet you ſhew'd there, for worth in warre eſteem'd That Rome a better then a Scipio bred: And all our enemies were confounded thus, That vs in number euer did ſurmount; But Caeſar and his fortune were with vs, Which we did more than many thouſands count. The ſweeteſt comfort that my conqueſts gaue, It was the meane how to do many good; For euery day ſome Romans life I ſaue, That in the field to fight againſt me ſtood. Thus may my minde be iudg'd by the euent, That (euen when by my greateſt foes aſſailde) To win the battell neuer was more bent, Then promptto pardon when I had preuailde. Not couetous of blood of ſpoyles nor harmes, I (though being victor) did inſult ouer none, But laid aſide all hatred with my armes, A foe in fight, a friend when it was gone. I like the praiſe of clemencie, more then Of force, that with affliction th'enemie lodes, For force prooues oft the worſt thing that's in men, And clemencie the beſt thing in the gods. Sterne Cato, but by Cato that would die, And either death or life, if giuen diſdain'd; O, I enuie thy death that didſt enuie, The glory that I ſauing thee had gaind'. Yet I to rents and dignities reſtore Euen thoſe that my deſtruction had deſignde: And O, it doth delight my minde farre more By benefits then by conſtraint to binde. I would haue all my foes brought to their endes. I rather haue my foes all made my friends. Their blood whom I ſuſpect'd ſhould quench all ſtrife. So might one doe that lik'd of nought but life. Still life would be redeemde from dangers forth. Not with a ranſome then it ſelfe more worth. Than life to man, what thing more deere ſucceeds? The great contentment that true glory breeds. Men by all meanes this blaſt of breath prolong.