Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
So Rome her ancient liberties enjoy, Let Brutus, and let Cassius banished live, Thus banishment would breed us greater joy, Than what at home a tyrant's wealth could give. Though some misconstrue may this course of ours, By ignorance or then by hate deceived, Yet truth depends not on opinions powers, But is itself however misconceived. Though none themselves t'acknowledge us would deign, Our merit of itself is a reward, Of doing good none should repent their pain, Though neither getting guerdon nor regard. I'll venture yet my fortune in the field, With every one that Rome to bondage draws: And as for me, however others yield, I'll nought obey but reason and the Laws. What fools are those that further travel take, For that which else they passed recovery know? Who can revive the dead, or bring time back? At least no mortal that remains below. Great Pompey (now) for whom the world still weeps, Lies low, neglected on a barbarous shore; Self-slaughtered Scipio floats amidst the depths, Whom it may be sea-monsters do devour. Of Libyan wolves wise Cato feasts the wombs, Whose death of worth the world defrauded leaves: Thus some that merited Mausolean tombs, Not have a title graved upon their graves. And yet may Caesar that procured their death, By brave men slain be buried with his race: All civil war being banished with his breath, Let him now dead, and us alive have peace. We should desist our thoughts on things to set, That may harm some, and can give help to none, Learn to forget that which we can not get, And let our cares be gone, of all that's gone. Those that would strive all crosses to o'ercome, Must to the present time conform their course: And doing the best for that which is to come, Not meddle with things passed but by discourse. Seek not the thing which doth not good being found, Since Caesar now is dead, however dead; Let all our grief go with him to the ground, For sorrow best becomes a lightlesse shade. It's best that reconjoin with mutual love, We physic for this wounded state prepare: Neglecting those that from the world remove, All men on earth for earthly things must care. O how those great men friendship can pretend, By soothing others thus with painted winds, And seem to trust, where treason they attend, Whilst love their mouth, and malice fills their minds. Those but to them poor simple souls appear, Whose countenance doth discover what they think, That make their words as is their meaning clear, And from themselves can never seem to shrink. Lo how Anthonius feigns to quench all jars, And kindly the conspirators t'embrace, Yet as he furthered first the former wars, It's feared he now be enemy to peace. Now where Calphurnia stays our steps address, By this last sudden chance her loss was chief: All visit should their neighbours in distress, To give some comfort, or to get some grief.
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So Rome her antient liberties enioy, Let Brutus, and let Caſsius baniſht liue, Thus baniſhment would breede vs greater ioy, Than what at home a tyrants wealth could giue. Though ſome miſconſter may this courſe of ours, By ignorance or then by hate deceiu'd, Yet truth depends not on opinions powres, But is it ſelfe how euer miſconceiu'd. Though none themſelues t'acknowledge vs woulde daigne, Our merite of it ſelfe is a rewarde, Of doing good none ſhould repent their paine, Though neither getting guerdon nor regard. Ile venture yet my fortune in the fielde, With euery one that Rome to bondage drawes: And as for me, how euer others yield, Ile nought obey but reaſon and the Lawes. What fooles are thoſe that further trauell take, For that which elſe they paſt recouery know? Who can reuiue the dead, or bring time backe? At leaſt no mortall that remaines below. Great Pompey (now) for whom the world ſtill weepes, Lies low, neglected on a barbarous ſhore; Selfe-ſlaughtred Scipio flotes amidſt the depthes, Whom it may be ſea-monſters do deuoure. Of Libian wolues wiſe Cato feaſts the wombes, Whoſe death of worth the world defrauded leaues: Thus ſome that merited Mauſolean tombes, Not haue a title grau'd vpon their graues. And yet may Caeſar that procur'd their death, By braue men ſlaine be buried with his race: All ciuill warre being baniſh'd with his breath, Let him now dead, and vs aliue haue peace. We ſhould deſiſt our thoughts on things to ſet, That may harme ſome, and can giue help to none, Learne to forget that which we can not get, And let our cares be gone, of all that's gone. Thoſe that would ſtriue all croſſes to ore-come, Muſt to the preſent time conforme their courſe: And doing the beſt for that which is to come, Not medle with things paſt but by diſcourſe. Seeke not the thing which doth not good being found, Since Caeſar now is dead, how euer dead; Let all our griefe goe with him to the ground, For ſorrow beſt becomes a lightleſſe ſhade. It's beſt that reconioynde with mutuall loue, We phiſicke for this wounded ſtate prepare: Neglecting thoſe that from the world remoue, All men on earth for earthly things muſt care. O how thoſe great men friendſhip can pretend, By ſoothing others thus with painted windes, And ſeeme to truſt, where treaſon they attend, Whilſt loue their mouth, and malice filles their mindes. Thoſe but to them poore ſimple ſoules appeare, Whoſe countnance doth diſcouer what they thinke, That make their words as is their meaning cleare, And from themſelues can neuer ſeeme to ſhrinke. Lo how Anthonius faines to quench all iarres, And kindly the conſpirators t'imbrace, Yet as he further'd firſt the former warres, It's fear'd he now be enemie to peace. Now where Calphurnia ſtayes our ſteps adreſſe, By this laſt ſodaine chance her loſſe was chiefe: All viſite ſhould their neighbours in diſtreſſe, To giue ſome comfort, or to get ſome griefe.