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 0.84 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Porsenna shall behold strength of Rome, And body of the Camp under the charge Of two brave Princes to lay hostile siege Against the strongest city that withstands The all commanding Tarquin. 'tis an object, to please Porsenna's Eye. Soft March. The host is now upon his march, You from this place may see, The pride of all the Roman chivalry. This sight's more pleasing to Porsenna's eye, Than all our rich Attalia pompous feasts, Or sumptuous Revels, we are borne a soldier: And in our manage sucked the milk of war. Should any strange fate lower upon this army, Or that the merciless gulf of confusion Should swallow them, we at our proper charge, And from our native confines vow supply Of men and Arms to make these numbers full. You are our Royal brother, and in you Tarquin is powerful and maintains his awe. The like Porsenna may command of Rome. But we have in your fresh varieties Feasted too much, and kept ourself too long From our stone seat, our prosperous return Hath been expected by our Lords and Peers. The business of our wars thus forwarded, We ha' best leisure for our entertainment, Which now shall want no due solemnity. It hath been beyond both expectation And merit, but in sight of heaven I swear If ever royal Tarquin shall demand Use of our love, 'tis ready stored for you, Even in our Kingly breast. The like we vow, to King Porsenna, we will yet a little Enlarge your royal welcome with Rarities, Such as Rome yields: that done before we part Of two remote dominions make one heart. Set forwards then, our sons wage war abroad, To make us peace at home, we are of ourself Without supportance, we all fate defy, Aidless, and of ourself we stand thus hy. Stand, who goes there? A friend. Stir not, for if thou dost I'll broach thee straight upon the pike, The word. Porsenna. Pass, stay, who walks the round tonight, The General, or any of his Captains? Horatius hath the charge, the other chieftains Rest in the general's tent, there's no commander Of any note but revel with the Prince: And I among the rest am charged to attend Upon their Rouse. Pass freely, I this night must stand, Twixt them and danger, the time of night. The clock last told eleven. The powers celestial, that ha' took Rome in charge protect it still. Again good night, thus must poor Soldiers do, Whilst their commanders are with dainties fed, They sleep on Down, the earth must be our bed. Sit round the enemy is pounded fast In their own folds, the walls made to oppugn, Hostile incursions become a prison To keep them fast for execution; there's no eruption to be feared. What shall's do? come a health to the general's health, & Valerius that sits the most civilly shall begin it, I cannot talk till my blood be mingled with this blood of grapes: Fill, for Valerius thou shouldst drink well, for thou hast been in the German wars, if thou lov'st me drink upse freeze.
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Porsenna shall be hold the strength of Rome, And bodie of the Camp vnder the charge Of two braue Princes to lay hostile siege Against the strongest citie that withstands The all commanding Tarquin. Tis an obiect, to please Porsennaes Eie. Soft March. The host is now vpon his march, You from this place may see, The pride of all the Romain chiualry. This sight's more pleasing to Porsennaes , Then all our rich Attalia pompous feasts, Or sumptuous Reuels, we are borne a soldier: And in our mannage suckt the milke of warre. Should any strange fate lowre vpon this army, Or that the merciles gulfe of confusion Should swallow them, we at our proper charge, And from our natiue confines vow supply Of men and Armes to make these numbers full. You are our Royall brother, and in you Tarquin is powerfull and maintaines his awe. The like Porsenna may command of Rome. But we haue in your fresh varieties Feasted too much, and kept our selfe too long From our stone seate, our prosperous returne Hath bin expected by our Lords and Pieres. The busines of our warres thus forwarded, We ha best leisure for our entertainment, Which now shall want no due solemnitie. It hath bin beyond both expectation And merit, but in sight of heauen I sweare If euer royall Tarquin shall demand Vse of our loue, tis ready stor'de for you, Euen in our Kingly breast. The like we vow, to King Porsenna, we wil yet a little Enlarge your royall welcome with Rarieties, Such as Rome yeelds: that done before we part Of two remote dominions make one heart. Set forwards then, our sons wage warre abroad, To make vspeace at home, we are of our selfe Without suppoance, we all fate defy, Aidlesse, and of our selfe we stand thus hy. Stand, who goes there? A friend. Stir not, for if thou dost Ile broch thee straight vpon the pike, The word. Porsenna. Passe, stay, who walkes the round to night, The Generall, or any of his Captaines? Horatius hath the charge, the other Chieftens Rest in the Generals tent, theres no commander Of any note but reuell with the Prince: And I among the rest am chargd to attend Vpon their Rouse. Passe freely, I this night must stand, Twixt them and danger, the time of night. The clocke last told eleuen. The powers celestiall, that ha tooke Rome in charge protect it still. Againe good night, thus must poore Souldiers do, Whilest their commanders are with dainties fed, They sleep on Downe, the earth must be our bed. Sit round the enemy is pounded fast In their owne folds, the wals made to oppugne, Hostile incursions become a prison To keep them fast for excution; Ther's no eruption to be feard. What shals do? come a health to the Generals health, & Valerius that sits the most ciuilly shall begin it, I cannot talke till my bloud be mingled with this bloud of grapes: Fill, for Valerius thou shouldst drinke well, for thou hast been in the German warres, if thou loust me drinke vpse freeze.