Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I not affect the title of a king, For love of glory, or desire of gain, Nor for respect of any private thing, But that the state may by my travels gain. You know Sibilla's books that never fail, In many minds have an opinion bred: That over the Parthians Rome cannot prevail, Till by a sovereign prince her bands be led. For as confusion is the fruit we find Of those affairs that divers thoughts dispose; So sovereignty matched with a gallant mind, Breeds reverence in ones own, fear in his foes. And, O it grieves me that these steps of ours, Have trod so oft on many a millions necks, Whilst yet the Parthian vilipends our powers, And all our victories unvanquished checks. Ah, should a General of the Roman race Be by Barbarians killed, and not revenged? And should his ensigns, signs of our disgrace, Rest in the rank of conquered relics ranged? No, no, wretched Crassus, now thyself content, I'll pacify thy ghost with Parthians spoils: For still my boiling fancies have been bent T'o'ermatch th'unmatched, and daunt th'undaunted soils With victories being cloyed, will you not then Your safety once, more than new wars respect? No, though I have surmounted other men, My fancies yet do greater things affect: In emulation of myself at last, Even enviously I look on mine own deeds; And bent to make the new surpass things past, Now to my mind old praise no pleasure breeds. The world hath seen thee (great man) for Rome's good, In danger oft of many a dangerous shelf: Whilst for her glory thou engaged thy blood, Of others careful, careless of thyself. Though whilst in th'April of my blooming age, I from the vulgar rate redeemed my name, Some with my deeds did burden youths hot rage, And an ambitious appetite of fame. Yet since the coldness of declining years boasts to congeal the blood that boiled of late, Whilst else my life the sun of glory clears, That now of all the world remain most great. I cannot covet that thing which I have, I have all honour that can be required. And now (as th'only wanted thing) would crave, To taste the pleasures of a life retired. But only now t'advance the state I strive, For, O neglecting th'echoes of renown I could content myself unknown to live A private man, with a Plebeian gown. Since (Anthonie) thus for the state I care, And all delights that nature loves disdain: Go, and in time the people's minds prepare, That as the rest, I may the title gain. Yet indirectly at the first, assay To what their doubtful minds do most incline: But as without my knowledge, that they may All mark your mind, and yet not think of mine. DId I survive th'impetuous Silla's rage, And in a torrent of destruction stood: Whilst tyrants did make Rome a tragic stage, Through a voluptuous appetite of blood?
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I not affect the title of a king, For loue of glory, or deſire of gaine, Nor for reſpect of any priuate thing, But that the ſtate may by my trauels gaine. You know Sibillaes bookes that neuer faile, In many mindes haue an opinion bred: That ouer the Parthians Rome cannot preuaile, Till by a ſoueraigne prince her bands be led. For as confuſion is the fruit we finde Of thoſe affaires that diuers thoughts diſpoſe; So ſoueraigntie match'd with a gallant mind, Breeds reuerence in ones owne, feare in his foes. And, O it greeues me that theſe ſteps of ours, Haue trod ſo oft on many a millions neckes, Whilſt yet the Parthian vilipends our powres, And all our victories vnuanquiſh'd checkes. Ah, ſhould a Generall of the Romane race Be by Barbarians killd, and not reueng'd? And ſhould his enſignes, ſignes of our diſgrace, Reſt in the ranke of conquer'd relikes rang'd? No, no, wretch'd Craſſus, now thy ſelfe content, Ile pacifie thy ghoſt with Parthians ſpoiles: For ſtill my boyling fancies haue bin bent T'ore-match th'vnmatch'd, and daunt th'vndaunted ſoiles With victories being cloyd, will you not then Your ſaftie once, more then new warres reſpect? No, though I haue ſurmounted other men, My fancies yet do greater things affect: In emulation of my ſelfe at laſt, Euen enuiouſlie I looke on mine owne deedes; And bent to make the new ſurpaſſe things paſt, Now to my mind old praiſe no pleaſure breeds. The world hath ſeene thee (great man) for Romes good, In danger oft of many a dangerous ſhelfe: Whilſt for her glory thou engag'd thy blood, Of others carefull, careleſſe of thy ſelfe. Though whilſt in th'April of my blooming age, I from the vulgar rate redeemd my name, Some with my deeds did burden youths hot rage, And an ambitious appetite of fame. Yet ſince the coldneſſe of declining yeares Boſts to congeale the blood that boild of late, Whilſt elſe my life the ſunne of glory cleares, That now of all the world remaine moſt great. I cannot couet that thing which I haue, I haue all honour that can be requirde. And now (as th'only wanted thing) would craue, To taſte the pleaſures of a life retyrde. But onely now t'aduance the ſtate I ſtriue, For, O neglecting th'ecchoes of renowne I could content my ſelfe vnknowne to liue A priuate man, with a Plebeian gowne. Since (Anthonie) thus for the ſtate I care, And all delights that nature loues diſdaine: Go, and in time the peoples mindes prepare, That as the reſt, I may the title gaine. Yet indirectly at the firſt, aſſay To what their doubtfull mindes do moſt incline: But as without my knowledge, that they may All marke your minde, and yet not thinke of mine. DId I ſuruiue th'impetuo us Sillaes rage, And in a torrent of deſtruction ſtood: Whilſt tyrants did make Rome a tragicke ſtage, Through a voluptuous appetite of blood?