Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
When Anthonie proud Caesar's Image crowned The people by a silent sorrow told, In what a depth of woes their thoughts were drowned That Comet of confusion to behold. What do those scrolls thrown in thy chair import, Which what thou art to thy remembrance brings? Be those the fancies of th'inferior sort? No, none but noble minds dream of great things. Of other praetors people look for shows, And distributions whose remembrance dies: Whilst bloody fencers fall with mutual blows, And Africa's monsters made t'amaze their eyes. But from thy hands they liberty attend, A glory hereditary to thy race, And following thee their blood will frankly spend, So thou succeed in thy great parents place; That Rome's redeemer once did Tarquin foil, Though from his birth obeyed, and without strife, Where thou shouldst but th'aspiring tyrant spoil, That would t'extinguished tyranny give life. I weigh thy words, with an afflicted heart, That for compassion of my country bleeds, And would to God that I might only smart, So that all others scaped th'evil that succeeds. Then never man himself from death did free With a more quiet and contented mind, Than I would perish, if I both could be To Caesar thankful, and t'our country kind. But though that great man's grace towards me enlarged May challenge right in my affection's store: Yet must the greatest debt be first discharged, I owe him much, but to my country more. This in my breast hath great dissension bred; I Caesar love, but yet Rome's enemy hate: And as Ioue lives, I could be moved to shed My blood for Caesar, Caesar's for the state. I for my father's death loathed Pompey long, Whilst just disdain did boil within my breast, Yet when he warred to venge the common wrong, I joined with him because his cause was best. A mind t'usurp if Caesar now reveal. I will in time precipitate his end Thus being still bent t'advance the Commonweal, I helped a foe, and now must hurt a friend. Least of his favour thou the poison prove, From swallowing of such baits (dear friend) beware: No tyrant (trust me) can entirely love, Nor none that for himself doth only care. He by such courtesies doth but intend T'embase thy virtues, undermine thy mind, And thy suspected courage to disbend, Yea (though with silken bonds he would thee bind.) This of all tyrants is the common tread, To wreak all those in whom most worth he finds: Or (whilst that terrors toss his jealous head,) T'use subtleties t'amuse the greatest minds: As when we for the Praetorship did strive, Than both were held in hope that so deceived We others' harms might study to contrive, Through emulation and disdain conceived. Thus subtle Caesar by such sleights hath toiled To sow dissension, that we both may pause Of private wrongs; and by such means embroiled, Still courting him, neglect the common cause.
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When Anthonie prowde Caeſars Image crown'd The people by a ſilent ſorrow told, In what a depth of woes their thoughts were drown'd That Comet of confuſion to behold. What do thoſe ſcroules throwne in thy chaire import, Which what thou art to thy remembrance brings? Be thoſe the fancies of th'inferiour ſort? No, none but noble mindes dreame of great things. Of other Pretors people looke for ſhowes, And diſtributions whoſe remembrance dyes: Whilſt bloody fencers fall with mutuall blowes, And Affricks monſters made t'amaze their eyes. But from thy hands they libertie attend, A glory hereditarie to thy race, And following thee their blood will frankly ſpend, So thou ſucceed in thy great parents place; That Romes redeemer once did Tarquin foile, Though from his birth obeyd, and without ſtrife, Where thou ſhouldſt but th'aſpiring tirant ſpoile, That would t'extinguiſh'd tyrrany giue life. I weigh thy words, with an afflicted heart, That for compaſſion of my countrey bleedes, And would to God that I might onely ſmart, So that all others ſcap'd th'euill that ſucceeds. Then neuer man himſelfe from death did free With a more quiet and contented minde, Then I would periſh, if I both could be To Caeſar thankefull, and t'our countrey kinde. But though that great mans grace towards mee enlargde May challenge right in my affections ſtore: Yet muſt the greateſt debt be firſt diſchargde, I ow him much, but to my countrey more. This in my breaſt hath great diſſention bred; I Caeſar loue, but yet Romes enemie hate: And as Ioue liues, I could be mou'd to ſhed My blood for Caeſar, Caeſars for the ſtate. I for my fathers death loathde Pompey long, Whilſt iuſt diſdaine did boyle within my breaſt, Yet when he warr'd to venge the common wrong, I ioynde with him becauſe his cauſe was beſt. A minde t'vſurpe if Caeſar now reueale. I will in time precipitate his end Thus being ſtill bent t'aduance the Common-weale, I help'd a foe, and now muſt hurt a friend. Leaſt of his fauour thou the poyſon proue, From ſwallowing of ſuch baites (deere friend) beware: No tyrant (truſt me) can intirely loue, Nor none that for himſelfe doth only care. He by ſuch curteſies doth but intend T'imbaſe thy vertues, vndermine thy minde, And thy ſuſpected courage to disbend, Yea (though with ſilken bonds he would thee binde.) This of all tyrants is the common tread, To wreake all thoſe in whom moſt worth he findes: Or (whilſt that terrors toſſe his iealous head,) T'vſe ſubtilties t'amuſe the greateſt mindes: As when we for the Pretorſhip did ſtriue, Then both were held in hope that ſo deceiu'd We others harmes might ſtudie to contriue, Through emulation and diſdaine conceiu'd. Thus ſubtill Caeſar by ſuch ſleights hath toyld To ſow diſſention, that we both may pauſe Of priuate wrongs; and by ſuch means imbroil'd, Still courting him, neglect the common cauſe.