Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Had I as many souls as drops of blood In this branched veins, as many lives as stars Stuck in yond azure roof, and were to die More deaths than I see wasted weary minutes To grow to this, I'd hazard all, and more, To purchase freedom to this bondaged Rome. I'm vexed to see this virgin conqueress wear shackles in my fight. Oh would my tears would rid great Rome of these prodigious fears. What weeping ripe Lucretius possible now Lords, Ladies, friends, fellows, young madcap, gallants & old courtly ruffians, all subjects under one tyranny, & therefore should be partners of one & the same unanimity. Shall we go single ourselves by two & two, & go talk treason then 'tis but his yea, and my nay, if we be called to question: Or shall's go use some violent bustling to break through this thorny servitude, or shall we every man go sit like a man in desperation, and with Lucretius weep at Rome's misery: now am I for all things, any thing or nothing, I can laugh with Scevola, weep with this good old man, sing oh hone hone with Valerius, fret with Horatius Cocles, be mad like myself, neutrize with Collatine. Say what shall's do? fret. Sing. Weep. Laugh. Rather let's all be mad that Tarquin still reigneth, Rome's still sad. You are madmen all that yield so much to passion. You lay yourselves too open to your enemies, That would be glad to pry into your deeds. And catch advantage to ensnare our lives. The kings fear like a shadow dogs you still, Nor can you walk without it: I commend Valerius most, and noble Scevola That what they cannot mend, seem not to mind, By my consent let's all wear out our hours In harmless sports, hawk, hunt, game, sing, drink So shall we seem offenceless & live safe. In dangers bloody jaws where being humorous dance Cloudy and curiously inquisitive. Into the king's proceedings there armed fear May search into us, call our deeds to question, And so prevent all future expectation: Of wished amendment let us stay the time, Till heaven have made them ripe for just revenge, When opportunity is offered us. And then strike home, till then do what you please: No discontented thought my mind shall cease. I am of Collatine's mind. Now Valerius sing us a bawdy song. and makes merry, nay it shall be so. Brutus shall pardon me. The time that should have been seriously spent in the State house, I ha' learned securely to spend in a wenching house, and now I profess myself any thing but a Statesman. the more thy vanity. The less thy honour. The more his safety, and the less his fear. We ha' been mad Lords long, now let us be merry Lords, Horatios maugre thy melancholy, and Lucretius in spite of thy sorrow, I'll have a song a subject for the ditty.
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Had I as many soules as drops of bloud In this brancht vaines, as many liues as starres Stucke in yond azare roofe, and were to dy More deathes then I see wasted weary minuts To grow to this, Ide hazard all, and more, To purchase freedome to this bondag'd Rome. I'me vext to see this virgin conqueresse weare shackles in my fight. Oh would my teares would rid great Rome of these prodigious feares. What weeping ripe Lucretiu possible now Lords, Ladies, friends, fellows, yong madap, gallāts & old courtly ruffins, al subiects vnder one tirāny, & therfore shold be partners of one & the same vnanimity. Shall we go single our selues by two & two, & go talke treason then tis but his yea, and my nay, if we be cal d to question: Or shals go vse some violent bustling to breake through this thorny seruitude, or shall we euery man go sit like a man in desperation, and with Lucretius weep at Romes misery: now am I for all things, any thing or nothing, I can laugh with Sceuola, weep with this good old man, sing oh one one with Valerius, fret with Horatius Cocles, be mad like my selfe, neutrize with Collatine. Say what shal's do? fret. Sing. Weepe. Laugh. Rather lets all be mad that Tarquin stil raigneth, Romes still sad. You are madmen all that yeeld so much topassion. You lay your selues too open to your enemies, That would be glad to prie into your deedes. And catch aduantage to ensnare our liues. The kings feare like a shadow dogs you still, Nor can you walke without it: I commend Valerius most, and noble Sceuola That what they cannot mend, seeme not to mind, By my consent lets all weare out our houres In harmles sports, hauke, hunt, game, sing, drinke So shall we seeme offenseles & liue safe. In dangers bloudy iawes where being humerous daunce Cloudy and curiously inquisitiue. Into the kings proceedings there armde feare May search into vs, call our deedes to question, And so preuent all future expectation: Of wisht amendment let vs stay the time, Till heauen haue made them ripe for iust reuenge, When opportunitie is offred vs. And then strike home, till then do what you please: No discontented thought my mind shall cease. I am of Collatines minde. Now Valerius sing vs a baudy song. and makes merry, nay it shall be so. Brutus shall pardon me. The time that should haue been seriously spent in the State house, I ha learnt securely to spend in a wenching house, and now I prosesse my selfe any thing but a States-man. the more thy vanity. The lesse thy honour. The more his safety, and the lesse his feare. We ha beene mad Lords long, now let vs be merry Lords, Horatins maugree thy mlancholy, and Lucretius in spight of thy sorrow, Ile haue a song a subiect for the ditty.