Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Longinus? Curius? Lecca? Feel you nothing? A strange, unwonted horror doth invade me, I know not what it is! The day goes back, Or else my senses! As at Atreus' feast! Darkness grows more & more! The Vest all flame, I think, be out. What groan was that? Our fantasies. Strike fire, out of ourselves, and force a day. Again it sounds! BES. As all the City gave it! We fear what ourselves fain. What light is this? Look forth. Len. It still grows greater. From whence comes it? A Bloody arm it is, that holds a pine Lighted, above the Capitol: And, now, It waves unto us. Brave, and ominous! Our enterprise is sealed. In spite of darkness, That would discountenance it. Look no more; We lose time, and ourselves: To what we came for, Speak Lucius, we attend you. Noblest Romans, If you were less, or, that your faith, and virtue Did not hold good that title, with your blood, I should not, now, unprofitably spend Myself in words, or catch at empty hopes, By airy ways, for solid certainties. But since in many, and the greatest dangers, I still have known you no less true, then valiant, And that I taste, in you, the same affections, To will, or nill, to think things good, or bad, Alike with me: (which argues your firm friendship) I dare the boldlier, with you, set on foot, Or lead, unto this great, and goodliest action. What I have thought of it afore, you all Have heard apart; I than expressed my zeal Unto the glory; Now, the need inflames me: When I forethink the hard conditions, Our states must undergo, except, in time, We do redeem ourselves to liberty, And break the iron yoke, forged for our necks. For, what less can we call it? when we see The commonwealth engrossed so by a few, The Giants of the state, that do, by turns, Enjoy her, and defile her. All the Earth, Her Kings, and Tetrarches, are their tributaries; People, and Nations pay them hourly stipends: The riches of the world flows to their coffers, And not, to Rome's. While (but those few) the rest, How ever great we are, honest, and valiant, Are herded with the vulgar; and so kept, As we were only bred, to consume corn, Or wear out wool, to drink the City's water: Ungraced, without authority, or mark, Trembling beneath their rods, to whom, (if all Were well in Rome) we should come forth bright axes. All Places, Honours, Offices are theirs; Or where they will confer 'em: They leave us The dangers, the repulses, judgements, wants; Which how long will you bear most valiant spirits? Were we not better to fall, once, with virtue, Then draw a wretched, and dishonoured breath To lose with shame, when these men's pride will laugh? I call the faith of Gods, and Men to question; The power is in our hands; our bodies able; Our minds as strong; O'th' contrary, in them, All things grown aged, with their wealth, and years. There wants, but only to begin the business, The issue is certain.
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Longinus? Curius? Lecca? Feele you nothing? A strange, vnwonted horror doth inuade me, I know not what it is! The day goes backe, Or else my senses! As at Atreus feast! Darknesse growes more & more! The Vest all flame, I think, be out. What groane was that? Our phant'sies. Strike fire, out of our selues, and force a day. Againe it sounds! BES. As all the Citie gaue it! We feare what our selues faine. What light is this? Look forth. Len. It still grows greater. From whēce comes it? A Bloody arme it is, that holds a pine Lighted, aboue the Capitoll: And, now, It waues vnto vs. Braue, and omenous! Our enterprise is seal'd. In spight of darknesse, That would discountenance it. Looke no more; We loose time, and our selues: To what we came for, Speake Lucius, we attend you. Noblest Romanes, If you were lesse, or, that your faith, and vertue Did not hold good that title, with your bloud, I should not, now, vnprofitably spend My selfe in words, or catch at emptie hopes, By ayrie waies, for solide certainties. But since in many, and the greatest dangers, I still haue knowne you no lesse true, then valiant, And that I tast, in you, the same affections, To will, or nill, to thinke things good, or bad, Alike with me: (which argues your firme friendship) I dare the boldlier, with you, set on foote, Or leade, vnto this great, and goodliest action. What I haue thought of it afore, you all Haue heard apart; I then express'd my zeale Vnto the glory; Now, the neede enflames me: When I fore-thinke the hard conditions, Our states must vndergoe, except, in time, We do redeeme our selues to liberty, And breake the yron yoake, forg'd for our necks. For, what lesse can we call it? when we see The common-wealth engross'd so by a few, The Giants of the state, that do, by turnes, Enioy her, and defile her. All the Earth, Her Kings, and Tetrarchs, are their tributaries; People, and Nations pay them hourely stipends: The riches of the world flowes to their coffers, And not, to Romes. While (but those few) the rest, How euer great we are, honest, and valiant, Are hearded with the vulgar; and so kept, As we were onely bred, to consume corne, Or weare out wooll, to drinke the Cities water: Vngrac'd, without authoritie, or marke, Trembling beneath their rods, to whom, (if all Were well in Rome) we should come forth bright axes. All Places, Honors, Offices are theirs; Or where they will conferre 'hem: They leaue vs The dangers, the repulses, iudgements, wants; Which how long will you beare most valiant spirits? Were we not better to fall, once, with vertue, Then draw a wretched, and dishonor'd breath To loose with shame, when these mens pride will laugh? I call the faith of Gods, and Men to question; The power is in our hands; our bodies able; Our mindes as strong; O'th' contrary, in them, All things growne aged, with their wealth, and yeares. There wants, but onely to beginne the businesse, The issue is certaine.