Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
But nought from other's must our thoughts estrange, That must in time the tyrant's course restrain: Let other men lament, we must revenge, I scorn to bear a sword and to complain. Though Caesar (now) I must conspire thy fall, My heart towards thee, yet never harboured hate: But (pardon me) whoever make it thrall, From bondage Brutus must redeem the state, Of this my course whatever others judge, Here I protest it is for good designed; My thoughts are guilty of no private grudge, For reason, and not fury moves my mind. Nor is't ambition that inflames my breast, With a prodigious appetite to reign, That when I have made Caesar Pluto's guest, I in his room a monarch may remain. No, if that glory did my fancies charm, To which blindfolded tyrants do aspire; I needed not to do, nor suffer harm, But with less pain might compass my desire. For if I would but temporize a space, Till Time, or Death diminish Caesar's might. He thinks that I deserve t'enjoy his place, And I could make my day succeed his night. Yet do I not endear myself so much, That I'll seek honour by my country's shame, But O, I would (my zeal to it is such) To save it from reproach seem worthy of blame. Yea so, that I may free with honoured wounds, My soil than is my soul more dear to me: I care not straight to be barred from the bounds, That at so dear a rate I would set free. What man doth breathe of Mars his martial race, But will with Brutus sacrifice his blood, And charged with arms ere tyranny take place, Dare venture all things for his countries good? Can any judgement be deceived so far, But that it else most clearly may behold, How that this change Rome greatness straight will mar, And raze the trophies that she reared of old. Of old in Rome all those that once had worn The peace-importing gown, or warlike shield, Of dignities as capable being borne, Durst aim at all that liberty could yield. Those in affairs to deal that would set forth, Were not discouraged by their birth, though base, And poverty could not hold back true worth, From having honour both by war and peace. Then emulation violently drived All gallant minds t'attempt great actions still; That in the love of venue rivals lived, Whilst Glory in their bosoms balm did still. Fabricius first was from the plow advanced, The rudder of the commonwealth to hold; Yet by no means his private wealth enhanced, As rich in virtue still, as poor in gold. Rude Marius too, to match red Mars in fame Forth from the vulgar dross his race removed, And lo, of Cicero the ridiculous name, As famous as the Fabians now hath proved. Each abject mind disdained to be obscure, When still preferment followed lofty cares, And that one might by dangers past procure, Fame to himself, and honour to his heirs.
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But nought from others muſt our thoughts eſtrange, That muſt in time the tyrants courſe reſtraine: Let other men lament, we muſt reuenge, I ſcorne to beare a ſword and to complaine. Though Caeſar (now) I muſt conſpire thy fall, My heart towards thee, yet neuer harbor'd hate: But (pardon me) who euer make it thrall, From bondage Brutus muſt redeeme the ſtate, Of this my courſe what euer others iudge, Heere I proteſt it is for good deſign'd; My thoughts are guiltie of no priuate grudge, For reaſon, and not furie moues my minde. Nor is't ambition that inflames my breaſt, With a prodigious appetite to raigne, That when I haue made Caeſar Plutoes gueſt, I in his rowme a monarch may remaine. No, if that glorie did my fancies charme, To which blind-folded tyrants doe aſpire; I needed not to do, nor ſuffer harme, But with leſſe paine might compaſſe my deſire. For if I would but temporize a ſpace, Till Time, or Death diminiſh Caeſars might. He thinkes that I deſerue t'enioy his place, And I could make my day ſucceede his night. Yet doe I not endeere my ſelfe ſo much, That Ile ſeeke honor by my countries ſhame, But O, I would (my zeale to it is ſuch) To ſaue it from reproch ſeeme worthy of blame. Yea ſo, that I may free with honourd wounds, My ſoile than is my ſoule more deere to me: I care not ſtrait to be barr'd from the bounds, That at ſo deere a rate I would ſet free. What man doth breath of Mars his martiall race, But will with Brutus ſacrifice his blood, And chargde with armes ere tyranie take place, Dare venture all things for his countries good? Can any iudgement be deceiu'd ſo farre, But that it elſe moſt cleerely may beholde, How that this change Rome greatnes ſtrait will marre, And raze the trophees that ſhe rear'd of olde. Of olde in Rome all thoſe that once had worne The peace-importing gowne, or warrelike ſhield, Of dignities as capable being borne, Durſt aime at all that libertie could yeeld. Thoſe in affaires to deale that would ſet forth, Were not diſcourag'd by their birth, though baſe, And pouertie could not holde backe true worth, From hauing honour both by warre and peace. Then emulation violently driu'd All gallant mindes t'attempt great actions ſtill; That in the loue of venue riualls liu'd, Whilſt Glorie in their boſomes balme did ſtill. Fabricius firſt was from the plow aduauncde, The rudder of the commonwealth to hold; Yet by no meanes his priuate wealth enhauncde, As rich in vertue ſtill, as poore in golde. Rude Marius too, to match red Mars in fame Forth from the vulgar droſſe his race remou'd, And loe, of Cicero the ridiculous name, As famous as the Fabians now hath prou'd. Each abiect mind diſdaind to be obſcure, When ſtill preferrement followd loftie cares, And that one might by dangers paſt procure, Fame to himſelfe, and honour to his heires.