Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
From this half- Sphere: and leave Rome's blinded walls T'embrace lusts, hatreds, slaughters, funerals, And not recover sight, till their own flames Do light them to their ruins. All the names Of thy Confederates, too, be no less great In hell, then here; That, when we would repeat Our strengths in Muster, we may name you all, And Furies, upon you, for Furies, call. Whilst, what you do, doth strike them into fears, Or make them grieve, and wish your mischief theirs. IT is decreed. Nor shall thy Fate, o Rome, Resist my vow. Though hills were set on Hills, And Seas met Seas, to guard thee; I would through: I, plough up rocks, steep as the Alps, in dust; And lave the Tyrrhene waters, into clouds; But I would reach thy head, thy head, proud City: The ills, that I have done, cannot be safe But by attempting greater; and I feel A spirit, within me, chides my sluggish hands. And says, they have been innocent too long. Was I a Man, bred great, as Rome herself? One, formed for all her honours, all her glories? Equal to all her titles? That could stand Close up, with Atlas; and sustain her name As strong, as he doth Heaven? And, was I, Of all her brood, marked out for the repulse By her no voice, when I stood Candidate, To be Commander in the Pontic war? I will, hereafter, call her Stepdame, ever. If she can lose her nature, I can lose My piety; and in her stony entrails Dig me a seat: where, I will live, again, The labour of her womb, and be a burden Weightier than all the Prodigies, and Monsters, That she hath teemed with, since she first knew Mars. WHo's there? 'tis I. Aurelia? Yes. Appear, And break, like day, my beauty, to this circle: Upbraid thy Phoebus, that he is so long In mounting to that point, which should give thee Thy proper splendour. Wherefore frowns my sweet? Have I too long been absent from these lips, This cheek, these eyes? what is my trepass? speak. It seems, you know, that can accuse yourself. I will redeem it. Still, you say so. When? When Orestilla by her bearing well These my retirements, and stolen times for thought Shall give their effects leave to call her Queen Or all the world, in place of humbled Rome. You court me, now. As I would always, Love, By this Ambrosiac kiss, and this of Nectar, Wouldst thou but hear as gladly, as I speak. Could my Aurelia think, I meant her less; When, wooing her, I first removed a Wife, And then a Son, to make my bed, and house Spacious, and sir t'embrace her? These were deeds Not t'have begun with, but to end with more, And greater:" He that, building, stays at one Floor, or the second, hath erected none. 'Twas how to raise thee, I was meditating; To make some act of mine answer thy love: That love, that, when my state was now quite sunk,
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From this halfe-Spheare: and leaue Romes blinded walls T'embrace lusts, hatreds, slaughters, funerals, And not recouer sight, till their owne flames Doe light them to their ruines. All the names Of thy Confederates, too, be no lesse great In hell, then here; That, when we would repeate Our strengths in Muster, we may name you all, And Furies, vpon you, for Furies, call. Whilst, what you doe, doth strike them into feares, Or make them grieue, and wish your mischiefe theirs. IT is decree'd. Nor shall thy Fate, ô Rome, Resist my vow. Though Hils were set on Hils, And Seas met Seas, to guarde thee; I would through: I, plough vp rockes, steepe as the Alpes, in dust; And laue the Tyrrhene waters, into cloudes; But I would reach thy head, thy head, proud Citty: The ills, that I haue done, cannot be safe But by attempting greater; and I feele A spirit, within me, chides my sluggish handes. And sayes, they haue beene innocent too long. Was I a Man, bred great, as Rome her selfe? One, form'd for all her honors, all her glories? Equall to all her titles? That could stand Close vp, with Atlas; and sustaine her name As strong, as he doth Heau'n? And, was I, Of all her brood, mark'd out for the repulse By her no voice, when I stood Candidate, To be Commander in the Ponticke warre? I will, hereafter, call her Stepdame, euer. If shee can loose her nature, I can loose My piety; and in her stony entrailes Digge me a seate: where, I will liue, againe, The labour of her wombe, and be a burden Weightier then all the Prodigies, and Monsters, That shee hath teem'd with, since shee first knew Mars. WHo's there? Tis I. Aurelia? Yes. Appeare, And breake, like day, my beauty, to this circle: Vpbraid thy Phoebus, that he is so long In mounting to that point, which should giue thee Thy prper splendour. Wherefore frownes my sweet? Haue I too long bene absent from these lips, This cheeke, these eyes? what is my trepase? speake. It seemes, you know, that can accuse your selfe. I will redeeme it. Still, you say so. When? When Orestilla by her bearing well These my retirements, and stolne times for thought Shall giue their effects leaue to call her Queene Or all the world, in place of humbled Rome. You court me, now. As I would alwaies, Loue, By Ambrosiacke kise, and this of Nectar, Wouldst thou but heare as gladly, as I speake. Could my Aurelia thinke, I meant her lesse; When, wooing her, I first remou'd a Wife, And then a Sonne, to make my bed, and house Spatious, and sir t'embrace her? These were deeds Not t'haue begunne with, but to end with more, And greatr: " He that, building, stayes at one " Floore, or the second, hath erected none. 'Twas how to raise thee, I was meditating; To make some act of mine answere thy loue: That loue, that, when my state was now quite sunke,