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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
We would not lose thee, do not breast thyself 'mongst thousands if thou front'st them thou art winged, With million swords and darts, and we behind Must break the bridge of Tiber to save Rome, Before thee infinits gaze on thy face, And menace death, the raging streams of Tiber are at thy back to swallow thee. Retire to make Rome live, 'tis death that I desire. Then farewell dead Horatius, think in us The universal arm of potent Rome Takes his last leave of thee in this embrace. Farewell. Farewell. These arches all must down to interdict their passage the town. Soft Tarquin, see a bulwark to this bridge. You first must pass, the man that enters here Must make his passage through Horatius' breast, See with this target do I buckle Rome, And with this sword defy the puissant army of two great king. One man to face an host, Charge soldiers, of full forty thousand Romans, There's but one daring hand against your host, To keep you from the sack or spoil of Rome, charge, charge. Oh cowards, slaves, and vassals what not enter? Was it for this you placed my regiment Upon a hill, to be the sad spectator Of such a general cowardice? Tarquin, Aruns, Porsenna, soldiers, pass, Horatius quickly, And they behind him will devolve the bridge And raging Tiber that's impassable, Your host must swim before you conquer Rome. Yet stand Horatius, bear but one brunt more The arched brunt shall sink upon his piles. And in his fall lift up thy real me to heaven Yet enter. Dear Horatius, yet stand, & save a million by one powerful hand Charge charge, charge. Degenerate slaves, the bridge is fallen, Rome's lost. Valer. Horatius thou art stronger than their Hosts, Thy strength is virtue, theirs are idle boasts. Now save thyself and leap into the waves. Porsenna, Tarquin, now wade past your depths, And enter Rome, I feel my body sink Beneath my ponderous weight, Rome is preserved, And now farewell: for he that follows me Must search the bottom of this raging stream, Fame with thy golden wings, renown my crest, And Tiber take me on thy silver breast. he's leapt off from the bridge and drowned himself. You are deceived his spirits soars too high To be choked in with the base element Of water, lo he swims armed as he was, Whilst all the army have discharged their arrows. Of which the shield upon his back stick full. And hark the suit of all the multitude. Now welcomes him aland, Horatius' fame Hath checked our armies with a general shame; But come, to morrows fortune must restore, This scandal, which I of the Gods implore, Then we must find another time fair prince, To scourge these people, and revenge your wrongs. For this night i'll betake me to my tent And we to ours, to morrow we will renown Our army with the spoil of a Rich-town. Our secretary. My Lord.
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We would not lose thee, do not brest thy selfe Mongst thousands if thou frontst them thou art wingde, With million swords and darts, and we behind Must breake the bridge of Tiber to saue Rome, Before thee infinits gase on thy face, And menace death, the raging streames of Tiber are at thy backe to swallow thee. Retire to make Rome liue, tis death that I desire. Then farewell dead Horatius, thinke in vs The vniuersall arme of potent Rome Takes his last leaue of thee in this embrace. Farwell. Farwell. These arches all must downe to interdict their passage the towne. Soft Tarquin, see a bulwarke to this bridge. You first must passe, the man that enters here Must make his passage through Horatius brest, See with this target do I buckle Rome, And with this sword defy the pussāt army of two great king. One man to face an host, Charge souldiers, of full forty thousan Romans, Theres but one daring hand against your host, To keep you from the sacke or spoile of Rome, charge, charge. Oh cowards, slaues, and vassals what not enter? Was it for this you plac'd my regiment Vpon a hill, to be the sad spectator Of such a generall cowardise? Tarquin, Aruns, Porsenna, souldiers, passe, Horatius quickly, And they behind him will deuolue the bridge And raging Tyber that's impassible, Your host must swim before you conquer Rome. Yet stand Horatius, beare but one brunt more The arched brunt shall sinke vpon his piles. And in his fall lift vp thy real me to heauen Yet enter. Deare Horatius, yet stand, & saue a milliō by one powerful hand Charge charge, charge. Degenerate slaues, the bridge is falne, Romes lost. Valer. Horatius thou art stronger then their Hostes, Thy strength is vertue, theirs are idle boastes. Now saue thy selfe and leap into the waues. Porsenna, Tarquin, now wade past your depths, And enter Rome, I seele my body sinke Beneath my pondrous waight, Rome is preseru'd, And now farewell: for he that followes me Must search the bottome of this raging stream, Fame with thy golden wings, renowne my crest, And Tiber take me on thy siluer brest. Hee's leapt off from the bridge and drownd himselfe. You are deceiu'd his spirits soares too hie To be choakt in with the base element Of water, lo he swims armd as he was, Whilest all the army haue dischargd their arrowes. Of which the shield vpon his backe sticke ful. And harke the sute of all the multitude. Now welcomes him a land, Horatius fame Hath chekt our armies with a generall shame; But come, to morrowes fortune must restore, This scandall, which I of the Gods implore, Then we must find another time faire prince, To scourge these people, and reuenge your wrongs. For this night ile betake me to my tent And we to ours, to morrowe we will renowne Our army with the spoile of a Rich-towne. Our secretary. My Lord.