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 0.82 · 432 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Hadst thou not done a deed so execrable, That Gods and men abhor, i'd love thee Sextus, And hug thee for this challenge breathed so freely: Behold, I stand for Rome as General, Thou of the Tarquins dost alone survive, The head of all these garboils the chief actor Of that black sin which we chastise by arms. Brave Romans with your bright swords be our lists And ring us in none dare to offend the Prince By the least touch lest he incur our wrath: This honour do your Consul, that his hand may punish this arch mischief, that the times Succeeding may of Brutus thus much tell, By him pride, lust, and all the Tarquins fell. To ravish Lucrece cuckold Collatine: And spill the chasest blood that ever ran, In any matrons veins, repents me not So much as to ha' wronged a gentleman So noble as the Consul in this strife. Brutus be bold, thou fightest with one scorns life. And thou with one that less than his renown prizeth his blood or Rome's imperial crown Sextus stand fair, much honour shall I win To revenge Lucrece, and chastise thy sin. I repent nothing, may I live or die, Though my blood fall, my spirit shall mount on high. Both slain: oh noble Brutus this thy fame To after ages shall survive, thy body Shall have a fair & gorgeous Sepulchre: For whom the matrons shall in funeral black Mourn twelve sad moons, thou that first governed Rome, And swayed the people by a consul's name. These bodies of the Tarquins we'll commit Unto the funeral pile: you Collatine Shall succeed Brutus, in the consul's place. Whom with this Laurel wreath we here relate Such is the people's voice, accept it then. We do, and may our power so just appear Rome may have peace, both with our love & fear. But soft, what march is this? The Tuscan king, seeing the Tarquins slain. Thus armed and battled offers peace to Rome. To confirm which, we'll give you present hostage If you deny, we'll stand upon our guard, And by the force of arms, maintain our own After so much effusion and large waste Of Roman blood the name of peace is welcome, Since of the Tarquins none remain in Rome. And Lucrece rape is now revenged at full. 'twere good to entertain Porsenna's league. Col. Porsenna we embrace whose royal presence. Shall grace the Consul to the funeral pile. March on to Rome, Ioue be our guard and guide, That hath in us venged Rape and punished pride.
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Hadst thou not done a deed so execrable, That Gods and men abhorre, ide loue thee Sextus, And hugge thee for this chalēge breath'd so freely: Behold, I stand for Rome as Generall, Thou of the Tarquins dost alone suruiue, The head of all these garboyles the chife actor Of that blacke sinne which we chastise by armes. Romans with your bright swords be our lists And ring vs in none dare to offend the Prince By the least touch lest he incurre our wrath: This honor do your Consull, that his hand may punih this arch mischiefe, that the times Succeeding may of Brutus thus much ell, By him pride, lust, and all the Tarquins fell. To rauish Lucrece cuckold Collatine: And spill the chasest bloud that euer ran, In any matrons vaines, repents me not So much as to ha wrong'd a gentleman So noble as the Consul in this strife. Brutus be bold, thou fightst with one scornes life. And thou with one that lesse then his renowne Priseth his bloud or Romes imperiall crowne Sextus stand faire, much honour shall I winn To reuenge Lucre, and chastise thy sin. I repent nothing, may I liue or die, Though my bloud fall, my spirit shall mount on hie. Both slaine: oh noble Brutus this thy fam To after ages shall suruiue, thy body Shall haue a faire & gorgious Sepulchre: For whom the matrons shall in funeral black Mourne twelue moones, thou that first gouern'd Rome, And swaid the people by a consuls name. These bodies of the Tarquins weele commit Vnto the funerall pile: you Collatine Shall succeed Brutus, in the consuls place. Whom wih this Lawrel wreath we here relate Such is the peoples voice, accept it then. We do, and may our power so iust appeare Rome may haue peace, both with our loue & feare. But soft, what march is this? The king, seeing the slaine. Thus arm'd and battelled offers peace to Rome. To confirme which, we'le giue you present hostage If you deny, we'le stand vpon our guard, And by the force of armes, maintaine our owne After so much effusion and large wast Of Roman bloud the name of peace is welcome, Since of the none remaine in Rome. And rape is now reueng'd at full. Twere good to entertaine league. we embrace whose royall presence. Shall grace the Consull to the funerall pile. March on to Rome, Ioue our guard and guide, That hath in vs veng'd Rape and punisht pride.