Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Rome to those great men hardly can afford, A recompense according to their worth, That by a tyrant's o'erthrow have restored, The light of liberty that was put forth. Yet by due praises with their merits even, Let us illustrate their illustrious minds, And to their charge let provinces be given; Still virtue grows when it preferment finds. Those barbarous realms by whose respective will, Of Caesar's conquests monuments are shown, As if they held them highly honoured still, That warred with Caesar though they were o'erthrown. Can this disgrace by their proud minds be borne, Whilst we dishonour whom they honour thus, And shall we not (whilst as a tyrant torn,) Give him a tomb that gave the world to us? Must his decrees be all reduced again, And those degraded whom he graced of late, As worthy men unworthily did gain Their rooms of reputation in the state? If as a tyrant we him damn so soon, And for his murderers do rewards devise, Then what he did, must likewise be undone, For which I fear a foul confusion rise. Ah (great Antonius) sow not seeds of war, And if thou always dost delight in arms, The haughty Parthians yet undaunted are, Which may give thee great praise, and us no harms. Detest in time th'abominable broils, For which no conqueror to triumph hath com'd, Whilst this wretched town (which still some party spoils) Must loath the victor, and lament th'o'ercomed, And shall we still contend against all good, To make the yoke where we should bound abide? Must still the commons sacrifice their blood, As only borne to serve the great men's pride. Whilst I the depths of my affection found, And read but th'obligations which I owe, I find myself by oaths, and duty bound, All Caesar's foes, or then myself t'o'erthrow. But when I weigh what to the state belongs, The which to plague no passion shall get place, Than I with grief digesting private wrongs, War with myself to give my country peace. Yet whilst my thoughts of this last purpose muse, I altogether disassent from this, That we should Caesar's fame, or body abuse, By torturing tyrants as the custom is. Lest guilty of ingratitude we seem, (If guerdoning our benefactors thus) Great Caesar's body from disgrace redeem, And let his acts be ratified by us. Then for the public weal of which we pause, Towards those that have him killed t'extend regard, Let them be pardoned for their kinsmen's cause, Remission given for evil is a reward. We stand not dashed like malefactors here, With a dejected and remorseful mind, So in your presence supplicants t'appear, As who themselves of death do guilty find; But looking boldly with a lofty brow, Through a delight of our design conceived, We come to challenge gratefulness of you, That have of us so great a good received. But if ye will suspend your thoughts a space, Though not the givers, entertain the gift, Do us reject, yet liberty embrace, To have you free, lo, that was all our drift.
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Rome to thoſe great men hardly can afford, A recompence according to their worth, That by a tyrants ore-throw haue reſtord, The light of libertie that was put forth. Yet by due praiſes with their merites euen, Let vs illuſtrate their illuſtrous mindes, And to their charge let prouinces be giuen; Still vertue growes when it preferrement findes. Thoſe barbarous realmes by whoſe reſpectiue wil, Of Caeſars conqueſts monuments are ſhowne, As if they held them highly honord ſtill, That warrd with Caeſar though they were orethrowne. Can this diſgrace by their prowde minds be borne, Whilſt we diſhonor whom they honor thus, And ſhall we not (whilſt as a tyrant torne,) Giue him a tombe that gaue the world to vs? Muſt his decrees be all reducde againe, And thoſe degraded whom he gracde of late, As worthy men vnworthily did gaine Their roomes of reputation in the ſtate? If as a tyrant we him damne ſo ſoone, And for his murd'rers do rewards deuiſe, Then what he did, muſt likewiſe be vndone, For which I feare a fowle confuſion riſe. Ah (great Antonius) ſow not ſeeds of warre, And if thou alwayes doſt delight in armes, The haughty Parthians yet vndaunted are, Which may giue thee great praiſe, and vs no harmes. Deteſt in time th'abhominable broiles, For which no conquerour to triumph hath com'd, Whilſt this wretch'd towne (which ſtil ſom party ſpoils) Muſt loathe the victor, and lament th'orecomd, And ſhall we ſtill contend againſt all good, To make the yoke where we ſhould bound abide? Muſt ſtill the commons ſacrifize their blood, As onely borne to ſerue the great mens pride. Whilſt I the depths of my affection found, And reade but th'obligations which I owe, I finde my ſelfe by othes, and duetie bound, All Caeſars foes, or then my ſelfe t'orethrow. But when I weigh what to the ſtate belongs, The which to plague no paſſion ſhall get place, Then I with griefe digeſting priuate wrongs, Warre with my ſelfe to giue my country peace. Yet whilſt my thoughts of this laſt purpoſe muſe, I altogether diſ-aſſent from this, That we ſhould Caeſars fame, or bodie abuſe, By torturing tyrants as the cuſtome is. Leſt guiltie of ingratitude we ſeeme, (If guerdoning our benefactors thus) Great Caeſars body from diſgrace redeeme, And let his acts be ratified by vs. Then for the publicke weale of which we pauſe, Towards thoſe that haue him killd t'extend regard, Let them be pardond for their kinſmens cauſe, Remiſſion giuen for euill is a reward. We ſtand not daſht like malefactors heere, With a deiected and remorcefull minde, So in your preſence ſupplicants t'appeare, As who themſelues of death doe guiltie finde; But looking boldely with a loftie brow, Through a delight of our deſigne conceiu'd, We come to challenge gratefulneſſe of you, That haue of vs ſo great a good receiu'd. But if ye will ſuſpend your thoughts a ſpace, Though not the giuers, entertaine the gift, Do vs reiect, yet libertie imbrace, To haue you free, loe, that was all our drift.