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 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Oh see yet Lords if there be hope of life she's dead, then turn your funeral tears to fire and indignation, let us now redeem Our misspent time, and over take our sloth With hostile expedition, this great Lords, This bloody knife, on which her chaste blood flower, Shall not from Brutus till some strange revenge fall on the heads of Tarquins. now's the time to call their pride to count, Brutus lead on, we'll follow thee to their confusion. By Jove we will, the sprightful youth of Rome, Tricked up in plumed harness, shall attend The march of Brutus, whom we here create our general against the Tarquins. Be it so. We embrace it: now to stir the wrath of Rome, You, Collatine and good Lucretius, With eyes yet drowned in tears, bear that chaste body Into the market place: that horrid object, Shall kindle them with a most just revenge. To see the father and the husband mourn o'er this chaste dame, that have so well deserved Of Rome and them, than to infer the pride, The wrongs and the perpetual tyranny Of all the Tarquins, Servius, Tullius' death, and his unnatural usage by that Monster Tullia the Queen all these shall well concur in a combined revenge Lucrece, thy death we'll mourn in glittering arms and plumed casks: some bear that reverend load, Unto the forum where our force shall meet To set upon the pallas, and expel This viperous brood from Rome: I know the people Will gladly embrace our fortunes: Sceuola, Go you and muster powers in Brutus' name. Valerius, you assist him instantly, and to the mazed people freely speak the cause of this concourse We go. And you dear Lord, whose speechless grief is boundless, Turn all your tears with ours, to wrath and rage, The hearts of all the Tarquins shall weep blood Upon the funeral Hearse, with whose chaste body, Honour your arms, and to th'assembled people, Disclose her innocent wounds: Gramercies Lords, That universal shout tells me their words are gracious with the people, and their troops are ready embattled and expect but us, To lead their troops, Ioue give our fortune's speed, we'll murder, murder, and base rape shall bleed. even thus far Tyrant have we dogged thy steps, Frighting thy frighted fear with horrid steel. Lodge in the safety of Porsenna's arms Now Traitor Brutus we dare front thy pride. Porsenna thou'rt unworthy of a sceptre, To shelter pride, lust, rape, and tyranny, In that proud Prince and his confederate sons. traitors to heaven, to Tarquin, Room and us, Treason to Kings, doth stretch even to the Gods, And those high Gods that take great Rome in charge, shall punish your rebellion. Oh Devil! Sextus speak not thou of Gods, Not cast those false and feigned eyes to heaven, Whose rape the furies must torment in hell, of Lucr: Lucrece:
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Oh see yet Lords if there be hope of life Shees dead, then turne your funerall teares to fire and indignation, let vs now redeeme Our misspent time, and ouer take our sloath With hostile expedition, this great Lords, This bloody knife, on which her chast blood flower, Shall not from Brutus till some strange reuenge fall on the heads of Tarquins. Nowe's the time to call their pride to compt, Brutus leade on, Weele follow thee to their confusion. By we will, the sprightfull youth of Rome, Trickt vp in plumed harnesse, shall attend The march of Brutus, whome wee here create our genrall against the Tarquins. Bee it so. We imbrace it: now to stir the wrath of Rome, You, Colla ine and good Lucretius, With eyes yet drown'd in teares, beare that chaste body Into the market place: that horrid obiect, Shall kindle them with a most iust reuenge. To see the father and the husband mourne Ore this chaste dame, that haue so well deseru'd Of Rome and them, then to infer the pride, The wrongs and the perpetuall tyranny Of all the Tarquins, SeWuius, Tullius death, and his vnnaturall vsage by that Monster Tullia the Queene all these shall well concurre in a combind reuenge Lucrece, thy death weele mourne in glittering armes and plumed caskes: some beare that reuerend loade, Vnto the forum where our force shall meete To set vppon the pallas, and expell This viperous broode from Rome: I know the people Will gladly imbrace our fortunes: Scuola, Goe you and muster powers in Brutus name. Valerius, you assist him instantly, and to the mazed people freely speake the cause of this concourse We goe. And you deare Lord, whose speechles greef is boundles, Turne all your teares with ours, to wrath and rage, The hearts of all the Tarquins shall weep blood Vpon the funerall Hearse, with whose chaste body, Honor your armes, and to th'assembled people, Disclose her innocent woundes: Gramercies Lords, That vniuersall shout tels me their words are gratious with the people, and their troopes are ready imbateled and expect but vs, To leade their troopes, Ioue giue our fortunes speede, Weele murder, murder, and base rape shall bleede. Euen thus farre Tirant haue we dogd thy stepes, Frighting thy frighted feare with horrid steele. Lodge in the safety of Porsennaes armes Now Traytor Brutas we dare front thy pride. Porsenna that vnworthy of a scepter, To shelter pride, lust, rape, and tiranny, In that proud Prince and his confederate sonnes. Traytors to heauen, to Tarquin, Roome and vs, Treason to Kings, doth stretch euen to the Gods, And those high Gods that take great Rome in charge, shall punish your rebellion. Oh Deuil! Sextus speake not thou of Gods, Not cast those false and fained eyes to heauen, Whose rape the furies must torment , of Lucr: Lucrect: