Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Does he stand for't? he's the chief Candidate. Who stands beside? Give me some wine, and powder for my teeth. Here's a good pearl in troth. A pretty one. A very orient one. There are Competitors, Caius Antonius, Publius Galbe, Lucius Cassius Longinus, Quintus Cornificius, Caius Licinius, and that talker, Cicero. But Catiline, and Antonius will be chosen. For four of the other, Lincinius, Longinus, Galba, and Cornificius will give way. And Cicero they will not choose. No? Why? It will be crossed, by the Nobility. How she does understand the common business! Nor, were it fit. He is but a new fellow, An Inmate here in Rome (as Catiline calls him) And, the Patricians should do very ill, To let the Consulship be so defiled As't would be, if he obtained it? A mere upstarr, That has no pedigree, no house, no coat, No ensigns of a family? He ' has virtue. Hang virtue, where there is no blood: 'tis vice And, in him, sauciness. Why should he presume To be more learned, or more eloquent, Then the Nobility? or boast any quality Worthy a Noble man, himself not noble? 'Twas virtue only, at first, made all men noble. I yield you, it might, at first, in Rome's poor age; When both her Kings, and Consuls held the plough, Or gardened well▪ But, now, we ha' no need, To dig, or lose our sweat for't. We have wealth, Fortune and ease, and then their stock, to spend on, Of Name, for Virtue, which will bear us out Against all new comers: and can never fail us, While the succession stays. And, we must glorify, A Mushroom? one of yesterday? a fine speaker? 'Cause he has sucked at Athens? and advance him, To our own loss? No Fulvia. There are they Can speak Greek too, if need were. Caesar and I Have sat upon him; so hath Grassus, too; And others. We have all decreed his rest, For rising farther. Excellent rare Lady! Sempronia, you are beholden to my woman, here. She does admire you. O good Galla, how dost thou? The better, for your learned Ladyship. Is this grey powder, a good Dentifrice? You see I use it. I have one is whiter. It may be so. Yet this smells well. And cleanses Very well, Madam, and resists the crudities. Fulvia, I pray thee, who comes to thee, now? Which of our great Patricians? Faith, I keep No Catalogue of 'hem. Sometimes I have one, Sometimes another, as the toy takes their bloods. Thou hast them all. Faith, when was Quintus Curius, Thy special servant, here? My special servant? Yes, thy Idolater, I call him. He may be yours, If you do like him. How! He comes, not, here, I have forbid him, hence. Venus forbid! Why? Your so constant Lover. So much the rather. I would have change. So would you too, I am sure. And now, you may have him. he's fresh yet, Fulvia: Beware, how you do tempt me.
seed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Do's he stand for't? H'is the chiefe Candidate. Who stands beside? Giue me some wine, and poulder for my teeth. Here's a good pearle in troth. A prettie one. A very orient one. There are Competitors, Caius Antonius, Publius Galbe, Lucius Cassius Longinus, Quintus Cornificiu, Caius Licinius, and that talker, Cicero. But Catiline, and Antonius will be chosen. For foure of the other, Lincinius, Longinus, Galba, and Cornificius will giue way. And Cicero they will not choose. No? Why▪ It will be cross'd, by the Nobility. How she do's vnderstand the common busines! Nor, were it fit. He is but a new fellow, An In-mate here in Rome (as Catiline calls him) And, the Patricians should doe very ill, To let the Consul-ship be so defil'd As't would be, if he obtain'd it? A meere vpstarr, That has no pedigree, no house, no coate, No ensignes of a family? He 'has vertue. Hang vertue, where there is no blood: 'tis vice And, in him, fawcinesse. Why should he presume To be more learned, or more eloquent, Then the Nobility? or boast any quality Worthie a Noble man, himselfe not noble? 'Twas vertue onely, at first, made all men noble. I yeeld you, it might, at first, in Romes poore age; When both her Kings, and Consuls held the plough, Or garden'd well▪ But, now, we ha' no need, To digge, or loose our sweat for't. We haue wealth, Fortune and ease, and then their stocke, to spend on, Of Name, for Vertue, which will beare vs out 'Gainst all new commers: and can neuer faile vs, While the succession stayes. And, we must glorifie, A Mushrome? one of yesterday? a fine speaker? 'Cause he has suck'd at Athens? and aduance him, To our owne losse? No Fuluia. There are they Can speake Greeke too, if need were. Caesar and I Haue sate vpon him; so hath Grassus, too; And others. We haue all decreed his rest, For rising farder. Excellent rare Lady! Sempronia, you are beholden to my woman, here▪ She do's admire you. O good Galla, how dost thou? The better, for your learned Ladiship. Is this grey poulder, a good Dentifrice? You see I vse it. I haue one is whiter. It may be so. Yet this smels well. And clenses Very well, Madam, and resists the crudities. Fuluia, I pray thee, who comes to thee, now? Which of our great Patricians? Faith, I keepe No Catalogue of 'hem. Sometimes I haue one, Sometimes another, as the toy takes their blouds. Thou hast them all. Faith, when was Quintus Curius, Thy speciall seruant, here? My speciall seruant? Yes, thy Idolater, I call him. He may be yours, If you do like him. How! He comes, not, here, I haue forbid him, hence. Venus forbid! Why? Your so constant Louer. So much the rather. I would haue change. So would you too, I am sure. And now, you may haue him. Hee's fresh yet, Fuluia: Beware, how you do tempt mee.