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 0.83 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Command lights and torches in our tents. And let a Guard ingirt our safety round, Whilst we debate, of military business: come sit and let's consult. Horatius, famous for defending Rome. But we ha' done nought worthy Sceuola. Nor of a Roman, I in this disguise Have passed the army & the puissant guard Of king Porsenna; this should be his tent And in good time, now fate direct my strength Against a king to free great Rome at length. Oh I am slain, treason, treason. Villain what hast thou done? Why slain the king. What king? Porsenna. Porsenna lives to see thee tortured, With plagues more devilish than the plague of hell. Oh too rash Matius, hast thou missed thy aim? And thou base hand that didst direct my poniard Against a peasant's breast, behold thy error Thus I will punish, I will give thee freely Unto the fire, nor will I wear a limb, That with such rashness shall offend his Lord. What will the madman do? Porsenna so punish my hand thus, for not killing thee. Three hundred noble lads beside myself Have vowed to all the Gods that Patron Rome, Thy ruin for supporting tyranny; And though I fail, expect yet every hour, When some strange fate thy fortunes will devour. Stay Roman, we admire thy constancy, And scorn of fortune, go return to Rome, We give thee life, and say the King Porsenna, Whose life thou seek'st is this honourable, Pass freely, guard him to the walls of Rome, And were we not so much engaged to Tarquin, We would not lift a hand against that nation that breeds such noble spirits. Well I go, and for revenge take life even of my foe. Conduct him safely, what 300 Gallants Sworn to our death, and all resolved like him! We must be provident, to morrows fortune we'll prove for Tarquin, if they fail our hopes, Peace shallbe made with Rome, but first our secretary, Shall have his due rights of funeral, than our shield We must address next for to morrows field. By thee we are consul, & still govern Rome, Which but for thee, had been despoiled and ta'en, Made a confused heap of men and stones, Swimming in blood and slaughter, dear Horatius Thy noble picture shallbe carved in brass, And fixed for thy perpetual memory in our high capitol. Great consul thanks, but leaving this let's march out of the city. And once more bid them battle on the plains. This day my soul divines we shall live free From all the furious Tarquins: but where's Scaevola? we see not him today. Here Lords behold me handless as you see, The cause I missed Porsenna in his tent, And in his stead killed but his secretary. The mazed King when he beheld me punish My rash mistake, with loss of my right hand Unbegged and almost scorned he gave me life, Which I had then refused, but in desire to venge fair Lucrece Rape.
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Command lights and torches in our tents. And let a Guard ingirt our safety rownd, Whilest we debate, of military busines: come sit and lets consult. Horatius, famous for defending Rome. But we ha done nought worthy . Nor of a Roman, I in this disguise Haue past the army & the puissant guard Of king Porsena; this should be his tent And in good time, now fate direct my strength Against a king to free great Rome at length. Oh I am slaine, treason, treason. Villaine what hast thou done? Why slaine the king. What king? Porsenna. Porsenna liues to see thee tortured, With plagues more diuillish then the plague of hel. Oh too rash Mtius, hast thou mist thy aime? And thou base hand that didst direct my poniard Against a peasants brest, behold thy errour Thus I will punish, I will giue thee freely Vnto the fire, nor will I weare a limbe, That with such shall offend his Lord. What wil the madman doe Porsenna so punish my hand thus, for not killing thee. Three hundred noble lads beside my selfe Haue vow'd to all the Gods that Patron Rome, Thy ruine for supporting tyrannie; And though I faie, expect yet euerie houre, When some strange fate thy fortunes wil deuoure. Stay Roman, we admire thy constancie, And scorne of fortune, go returne to Rome, We giue thee life, and say the King Porsenna, Whose life thou seek st is this honourable, Passe freely, gard him to the walles of Rome, And were we not so much ingadge to Tarquin, We would not lift a hand against that nation that breedes such noble spirits. Well I go, and for reuenge take life euen of my foe. Conduct him safely, what 300 Gallants Sworne to our death, and all resolu'd like him! We must be prouident, to morrowes fortune Weele proue for Tarquin, if they faile our hopes, Peace shalbe made with Rome, but first our secretary, Shall haue his due rights of funerall, then our shield We must addresse next sor to morrowes field. By thee we are consul, & stil gouerne Rome, Which but for thee, had bin dispoild and tane, Made a confused heape of men and stones, Swimming in bloud and slaughter, dere Horatius Thy noble picture shalbe caru'd in brasse, And fixt thy perpetuall memory in our high capitoll. Great consul thankes, but leauing thislets march out of the citie. And once more bid them battell on the plaines. This day my soule diuines we shal liue free From all the furious Tarquins: but wheres Scenola? we se not him to day. Here Lords behold me handlesse as you see, The cause I mist Prsonna in his tent, And in his stead kild but his secretary. The mazed King when he beheld me punish My rash mistake, with losse of my right hand Vnbegd and almost scornd he gaue me life, Which I had then refus'd, but in desire to venge faire Lucrece Rape.