Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
The common wealth is in, now; the whole Senate Sleepy, and dreaming no such violent blow; Their forces all abroad; of which the greatest, That might annoy us most, is farthest off, In Asia, under Pompey: Those, near hand, Commanded, by our friends; one Army ' in Spain, By Cneus Piso; th'other in Mauritania, By Nucerinus; both which I have firm, And fast unto our Plot. Myself, then, standing Now to be Consul; with my hoped Colleague Caius Antonius, one, no less engaged By his wants than we: And whom I'have power to melt, And cast in any mould. Beside, some others That will not yet be named, (both sure, and Great ones) Who, when the time comes, shall declare themselves, Strong, for our party; so, that no resistance In nature can be thought. For our reward, then; First, all our Debts are paid; Dangers of Law, Actions, Decrees, judgements against us quitted; The rich Men, as in Sylla's times, proscribed, And Publication made of all their goods; That House is yours; That Land is his; Those Waters, Orchards, and walks a third's: He'has that Honour, And he that Office. Such a Province falls To Vargunleius: This to ' Autronius: That To bold Cethegus: Rome to Lentulus: You share the World, her Magistracies, Priesthoods, Wealth, and Felicity amongst you, Friends; And Catiline your servant. Would you, Curius, Revenge the Contumely stuck upon you, In being removed from the Senate? Now, Now, is your time. Would Publius Lentulus Strike, for the like disgrace? Now, is his time. Would stout Longinus walk the streets of Rome, Facing the Praetor? Now, has he a time To spurn, and tread the Fasces, into dirt Made of the Usurers, and the Lictor's brains. Is there a Beauty, here in Rome, you love? An Enemy you would kill? What Head's not yours? Whose Wife, which Boy, whose Daughter, of what race, That th'husband, or glad Parents shall not bring you, And boasting of the office? Only, spare Yourselves, and you have all the earth beside, A field, to exercise your longings in. I see you raised, and read your forward minds High, i' your faces. Bring the wine, and blood You have prepared there. How! I have killed a slave, And of his blood caused to be mixed with wine. Fill every man his bowl. There cannot be A fitter drink, to make this Sanction in. Here, I begin the Sacrament to all. O, for a clap of thunder now, as loud, As to be heard throughout the Universe, To tell the world the fact, and to applaud it. Be firm, my hand; not shed a drop: but pour fierceness into me, with it; and fell thirst Of more, and more: Till Rome be left as bloodless, As ever her fears made her, or the sword. And, when I leave to wish this to thee, Stepdame Or stop, to effect it, with my powers fainting; So may my blood be drawn, and so drunk up As is this slaves. And so be mine. And mine. And mine. And mine.
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The common wealth is in, now; the whole Senate Sleepy, and dreaming no such violent blow; Their forces all abroade; of which the greatest, That might annoy vs most, is fardest off, In Asia, vnder Pompey: Those, neare hand, Commanded, by our friendes; one Army' in Spaine, By Cneus Piso; th'other in Mauritania, By Nucerins; both which I haue firme, And fast vnto our Plot. My selfe, then, standing Now to be Consul; with my hop'd Colleague Caius Antonius, one, no lesse engag'd By his wants then we: And whom I'haue power to melt, And cast in any mould. Beside, some others That will not yet be nam'd, (both sure, and Great ones) Who, when the time comes, shall declare themselues, Strong, for our party; so, that no resistance In nature can be thought. For our reward, then; First, all our Debts are paid; Dangers of Law, Actions, Decrees, Iudgments against vs quitted; The rich Men, as in Sylla's times, proscrib'd, And Publication made of all their goods; That House is yours; That Land is his; Those Waters, Orchards, and wakes a third's: He'has that Honor, And he that Office. Such a Prouince fals To Vargunleius: This to' Autronius: That To bold Cethegus: Rome to Lentulus: You share the World, her Magistracies, Priest-hoods, Wealth, and Felicity amongst you, Friendes; And Catiline your seruant. Would you, Curius, Reuenge the Contumelie stucke vpon you, In being remoued from the Senate? Now, Now, is your time. VVould Publius Lentulus Strike, for the like disgrace? Now, is his time. VVould stout Longinus walke the streets of Rome, Facing the Praetor? Now, has he a time To spurne, and treade the Fasces, into dirt Made of the Vsurers, and the Lictors braines. Is there a Beauty, here in Rome, you loue? An Enemie you would kill? What Head's not yours? VVhose Wife, which Boy, whose Daughter, of what race, That th'Husband, or glad Parents shall not bring you, And boasting of the office? Only, spare Your selues, and you haue all the earth beside, A field, to exercise your longings in. I see you rais'd, and reade your forward mindes High, i' your faces. Bring the wine, and blood You haue prepar'd there. How! I haue kill'd a slaue, And of his blood caus'd to be mixt with wine. Fill euery man his bowle. There cannot be A fitter drinke, to make this Sanction in. Here, I beginne the Sacrament to all. O, for a clap of thunder now, as loud, As to be heard through-out the Vniuerse, To tell the world the fact, and to applaude it. Be firme, my hand; not shed a drop: but poure Fiercenese into me, with it; and fell thirst Of more, and more: Till Rome be left as blood-lesse, As euer her feares made her, or the sword. And, when I leaue to wish this to thee, Stepdame Or stop, to effect it, with my powers fainting; So may my blood be drawne, and so drunke vp As is this slaues. And so be mine. And mine. And mine. And mine.