Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Then he whose knees had oft been kissed by kings, (Most highly happy, had he died in time) By one of his own slaves with abject things, Had his last funerals framed (O monstrous crime) T'entomb Rome's greatest captain all alone, The Roman that arrived with reason said, The fatal glory was too great for one, And to have part of that last honour stayed. The tears bestowed by Caesar on his head, Forth from a guilty mind remorse had thrown, Or else he wept to see his enemy dead, By any others hands than by his own. Then constant Cato that even death did scorn, The rare arch-type of an accomplished man, That lived as not t'himselfe but t'all men borne, Moved by his tyranny to ruin ran. He justly whilst more just, himself more strong Than Caesar thought, that for no justice card, And since discovering what he cloaked so long, Said right, that Caesar and not he was snared. Thus Caesar conquered all but Cato's mind, That would not by a tyrant's tolerance breath: But in such sort his famous course confined, Than Caesar's life more glorious was his death. Those great men thus brought to disastrous ends, The author of their death make me despise, That whilst t'usurp th'authority he tends, By treading down all good men strives to rise. Now made most great by lessening all the great, He proudly doth triumph in Rome, over Rome. And we must seem t'applaud the present state, Whose doubtful breath depends upon his doom. Yet had I not enlarged my griefs so long, To you whom Caesar doth pretend to love; Were't nor I know touched with the common wrong, A just disdain all generous minds must move. Had Caesar willingly resigned his arms, And rendered Rome her liberty at last, whenas from foes he feared no further harms, But had repaired his just displeasures past. More than for all the love that's showed to me, He should have had an Altar in my breast: As worthy for his virtuous deeds to be Feared by the bad, and honoured by the best. But since though conquering all the world by might, He to himself a slave would make Rome thrall; His benefits are loathsome in my sight, And I am grieved that he deserves to fall. My fancies move not in so low a sphere, But I disdain that one over Rome empires; Yet it is best, that with the time we bear, And with our power proportion our desires. Though I dissembled first your mind to try, And told what Fame to Caesar's praise relates; Yet was I pleased that more were grieved than I, All mis-contented men are glad of mates. Since tyranny all liberty exiles, We must ourselves no more ourselves disguise; Then learn to mask a mourning mind with smiles, And seem t'extol that which we most despise. Yet all our deeds not Caesar's humour please, That (since mistrusted once) esteems us still When dumb disdainful, flatterers when we praise, If plain, presumptuous, and in all things ill.
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Then he whoſe knees had oft beene kiſſd by kings, (Moſt highly happy, had he dide in time) By one of his owne ſlaues with abiect things, Had his laſt funeralls framde (O monſtrous crime) T'entombe Romes greateſt captaine all alone, The Roman that arriu'd with reaſon ſaid, The fatall glory was too great for one, And to haue part of that laſt honour ſtaid. The teares beſtowd by Caeſar on his head, Forth from a guiltie minde remorce had throwne, Or elſe he wept to ſee his enemy dead, By any others hands than by his owne. Then conſtant Cato that euen death did ſcorne, The rare arch-tipe of an accompliſht man, That liu'd as not t'himſelfe but t'all men borne, Moou'd by his tyranny to ruine ranne. He iuſtly whilſt more iuſt, himſelfe more ſtrong Then Caeſar thought, that for no Iuſtice carde, And ſince diſcouering what he cloakd ſo long, Said right, that Caeſar and not he was ſnarde. Thus Caeſar conquerd all but Catoes minde, That would not by a tyrants tollerance breathe: But in ſuch ſort his famous courſe confinde, Than Caeſars life more glorious was his death. Thoſe great men thus brought to diſaſtrous ends, The authour of their death make me deſpiſe, That whilſt t'vſurpe th'authoritie he tendes, By treading downe all good men ſtriues to riſe. Now made moſt great by leſſening all the great, He prowdly doth triumph in Rome, ouer Rome. And we muſt ſeeme t'applaud the preſent ſtate, Whoſe doubtfull breath depends vpon his doome. Yet had I not enlargde my griefes ſo long, To you whom Caeſar doth pretend to loue; Wer't nor I know touch'd with the common wrong, A iuſt diſdaine all generous mindes muſt moue. Had Caeſar willingly reſignd his armes, And rendred Rome her libertie at laſt, When as from foes he feard no further harmes, But had repaird his iuſt diſpleaſures paſt. More then for all the loue thats ſhewd to me, He ſhould haue had an Altar in my breaſt: As worthy for his vertuous decdes to be Feard by the bad, and honourd by the beſt. But ſince though conq'ring all the world by might, He to himſelfe a ſlaue would make Rome thrall; His benefits are loathſome in my ſight, And I am grieu'd that he deſerues to fall. My fancies moue not in ſo lowe a ſpheare, But I diſdaine that one ouer Rome impires; Yet it is beſt, that with the time we beare, And with our powre proportion our deſires. Though I diſſembled firſt your minde to trie, And tolde what Fame to Caeſars praiſe relates; Yet was I pleaſde that moe were grieu'd than I, All miſ-contented men are glad of mates. Since tyrannie all libertie exiles, We muſt our ſelues no more our ſelues diſguiſe; Then learne to maske a mourning minde with ſmiles, And ſeeme t'extoll that which we moſt deſpiſe. Yet all our deedes not Caeſars humor pleaſe, That (ſince miſtruſted once) eſteemes vs ſtill When dumbe diſdaineful, flatterers when we praiſe, If plaine, preſumptuous, and in all things ill.