Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Crown me my bowl yet fuller. Here, I do drink this, as I would do Cato's, Or the new fellow Cicero's: with that vow Which Catiline hath given. So do I. And I. And I. And I. And all of us. Why, now's the business safe, & each man strengthened. Sirrah, what ail you? Nothing. Somewhat modest. Slave, I will strike your soul out, with my foot, Let me but find you again with such a face: You Whelp. Nay Lucius. Are you coying it, When I command you to be free, and general To all? You'll be observed. Arise, and show But any least aversion i' your look To him that boards you next, and your throat opens. Noble Confederates, thus far is perfect. Only your suffrages I will expect, At the assembly for the choosing Consuls, And all the voices you can make by friends To my election. Then let me work out Your fortunes, and mine own. Mean while, all rest Sealed up, and silent, as when rigid frosts Have bound up Brooks, and Rivers, forced wild beasts Unto their caves, and birds into the woods, Clowns to their houses, and the Country sleeps; That, when the sudden thaw comes, we may break Upon 'em like a deluge, bearing down Half Rome before us, and invade the rest With cries, and noise able to wake the Urns Of those are dead, and make their ashes fear. The horrors, that do strike the world, should come Loud, and unlooked for; Till they strike, be dumb. Oraculous Sergius. Godlike Catiline. CAn nothing great, and at the height Remain so long? but it's own weight Will ruin it? Or, is't blind Chance, That still desires new States t'advance, And quit the old? Else, why must Rome Be by itself; now, overcome? Hath she not foes enough of those, Whom she hath made such, and enclose Her round about? Or, are they none, Except she first become her own? O wretchedness of greatest States, To be obnoxious to these Fates: That cannot keep, what they do gain; And what they raise so ill sustain. Rome, now, is Mistress of the whole World, Sea, and Land, to either Pole; And even that Fortune will destroy The power that made it. She doth joy So much in plenty, wealth, and ease, As, now, th'excess is her disease. She builds in gold; And, to the Stars: As, if she threatened Heaven with wars; And seeks for Hell, in quarries deep, Giving the fiends, that there do keep, A hope of day. Her Women wear The spoils of Nations, in an ear, Changed for the treasure of a shell; And, in their loose attires, do swell More light than sails, when all winds play: Yet, are the men more loose than they, More combed, and bathed, and rubbed, and trimmed, More sleeked, more soft, and slacker limned; As prostitute: so much, that kind May seek itself there, and not find. They eat on beds of silk, and gold; At ivory tables; or, wood sold Dearer than it: and, leaving plate,
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Cowne me my bowle yet fuller. Here, I doe drinke this, as I would doe Cato's, Or the new fellow Cicero's: with that vow Which Catiline hath giuen. So doe I. And I. And I. And I. And all of vs. Why, now's the businesse safe, & each man strengthned. Sirah, what aile you? Nothing. Somewhat modest. Slaue, I will strike your soule out, with my foote, Let me but finde you againe with such a face: You Whelpe. Nay Lucius. Are you coying it, When I command you to be free, and generall To all? You'll be obseru'd. Arise, and shew But any least auersion i' your looke To him that bourdes you next, and your throate opens. Noble Confederates, thus farre is perfect. Only your suffrages I will expect, At the assembly for the choosing Consuls, And all the voices you can make by friendes To my election. Then let me worke out Your fortunes, and mine owne. Meane while, all rest Seal'd vp, and silent, as when rigid frosts Haue bound vp Brookes, and Riuers, forc'd wild beasts Vnto their caues, and birds into the woods, Clownes to their houses, and the Countrey sleepes; That, when the sodaine thaw comes, we may breake Vpon 'hem like a deluge, bearing downe Halfe Rome before vs, and inuade the rest VVith cries, and noise able to wake the Vrnes Of those are dead, and make their ashes fare. " The horrors, that doe strike the world, should come " Loud, and vnlook'd for; Till they strike, be dumbe. Oraculous Sergius. God-like Catiline. CAn nothing great, and at the height Remaine so long? but it's owne weight VVill ruine it? Or, is't blinde Chance, That still desires new States t'aduance, And quit the old? Else, why must Rome Be by it selfe; now, ouercome? Hath shee not foes inow of those, VVhom shee hath made such, and enclose Her round about? Or, are they none, Except shee first become her owne? O wretchednesse of greatest States, To be obnoxious to these Fates: That cannot keepe, what they doe gaine; And what they raise so ill sustaine. Rome, now, is Mistresse of the whole VVorld, Sea, and Land, to either Pole; And euen that Fortune will destroy The power that made it. Shee doth ioy So plenty, wealth, and ease, As, now, th'excesse is her disease. Shee builds in gold; And, to the Starres: As, if shee threatned Heau'n with warres; And seekes for Hell, in quarries deepe, Giuing the fiends, that there doe keepe, A hope of day. Her Women weare The spoiles of Nations, in an eare, Chang'd for the treasure of a shell; And, in their loose attires, doe swell More light then sailes, when all windes play: Yet, are the men more loose then they, More kemb'd, and bath'd, and rub'd, and trim'd, More sleek'd, more soft, and slacker limm'd; As prostitute: so much, that kinde May seeke it selfe there, and not finde. They eate on beds of silke, and gold; At yuorie tables; or, wood sold Dearer then it: and, leauing plate,