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 0.74 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Prithee let's hear it then whilst we may, for I divine thy music and my madness are both short lived, we shall have somewhat else to do ere long, we hope Valerius. Ioue send it. Horatius, methinks our wars go not well forward, Horatius we have greater Enemies to bustle with then the Ardeans if we durst but front them Horatius. Would it were come to fronting. Then we married men should have the advantage of the bachelors Horatius, especially such as have reveling wives, those that can caper in the City, while their husbands are in the Camp, Collat why are you so sad? the thought of this should not trouble you, having a Luc. to your bedfellow. My Lord I know no cause of discontent, yet can not I be merry. I should be frolic if my brother were but returned to the Camp, and in good time behold Prince Sextus. Health to our general. Thank you. will you survey your forces, & give order for a present assault, your soldiers long to be tugging with the Ardeans. No. Have you seen Lucretia my Lord, how fares she? Well, I'll to my Tent. Why how now what's the matter brother? Thank you, No, well, I'll to my Tent, get thee to thy Tent & a coward go with thee, if thou hast no more spirit to a speedy encounter. Shall I go after him and know the cause of his discontent? Or I my Lord? Neither, to pursue a fool in his humour? is the next way to make him more humorous, I'll not be guilty of his folly, Thank you! no, before I wish him health again when he is sick of the sullens, may I die, not like a Roman, but a runagate. Perhaps he's not well. Well, then let him be ill. The news with this hasty post? Did nobody see my Lord Collatine? oh, my Lady commends her to you, here's a letter. Give it me. Fie upon't, never was poor Pompey so overlaboured as I have been, I think I have spurred my horse such a question, that he's scarce able to wehee or wag his tail for an answer, but my Lady bade me spare for no horse flesh, and I think I have made him run his race. cozen Collatine the news at Rome? Nothing but what you all may well partake: read here my Lord. Dear Lord, if ever thou wilt see thy Lucrece, Choose of the friends which thou affectest best, And all important business set apart, Repair to Room: commend me to Lord Brutus, Valerius Mutius, & Horatius, Say I entreat their presence, where my Father Lucretius shall attend them, farewell sweet, Th'affairs are great, then do not fail to meet. I'll thither as I live, I I dye, To Room with expeditious wings we'll fly.
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Prethee let's heare it then whilst we may, for I deuine thy musique and my madnes are both short liu'd, we shall haue somewhat else to doe ere long, we hope Valerius. Ioue send it. Horatius, Me thinks our warres goe not wel forward, Horatius we haue greater Enimies to bustle with then the Ardeans if we durst but front them Horatius. Would it were come to fronting. Then we married men should haue the aduantage of the batchelers Horatius, especially such as haue reuelling wiues, those that can caper in the Citty, while their husbds are in the Camp, Collat why are you so ? the thought of this shold not trouble you, hauing a Luc. to your bedfellow. My Lord I know no cause of discontent, yet can not I be merry. I should be frolique if my brother were but returnd to the Camp, and in good time behould Prince Sextus. Health to our generall. Thank you. Wil you suruey your forces, & giue order for a present assault, your soldiers long to be tugging with the Ardeās. No. Haue you seene Lucretia my Lord, how fares shee? Well, Ile to my Tent. Why how now whats the matter brother? Thank you, No, well, Ile to my Tent, get thee to thy Tent & a coward goe with thee, if thou hast no more spirit to a speedy encounter. Shall I goe after him and know the cause of his discontent? Or I my Lord? Neither, to pursue a foole in his humour? is the next way to make him more humerous, Ile not be guiltie of his folly, Thank you! no, before I wish him health agen when he is sicke of the sullens, may I dye, not like a Roman, bu a runagate. Perhaps hee's not well. Well, then let him be ill. The news with this hasty poast? Did nobody see my Lord Colatine? oh, my Lady commends her to you, heer's a letter. Giue it me. Fye vppon't, neuer was poore Pompy so ouer-labourde as I haue bin, I thinke I haue spurd my horse such a question, that hee's scarce able to wighee or wag his taile for an answere, but my Lady bad me spare for no horse flesh, and I think I haue made him run his race. Cosen Colatine the news at Rome? Nothing but what you all may well pertak: read here my Lord. Deere Lord, if euer thou wilt see thy Lucrece, Choose of the friends which thou affectest best, And all important busines set apart, Repaire to Roome: commend me to Lord Brutus, Valerius Mutius, & Horatius, Say I intreat their presence, where my Father Lucretius shall attend them, farwell sweete, Thaffaires are great, then doe not faile to meete. Ile thither as I liue, I I dye, To Roome wih expediious wings weel'e fly.