Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
The voice of Rome is the consent of Heaven; And that hath placed thee, Cicero, at the helm, Where thou must render, now, thyself a Man, And Master of thy art. Each petty hand Can steer a ship becalmed; but he that will Govern, and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his currents; how to shift his sails; What she will be are in foul, what in fair weathers; Where her springs are, her leaks; & how to stop 'em; What sands, what shelves, what rocks to threaten her; The forces, and the natures of all winds, Gusts, storms, & tempests; when her keel ploughs hell And deck knocks heaven: then, to manage her Becomes the name, and office of a Pilot. Which I'll perform, with all the diligence, And fortitude I have; not for my year, But for my life; except my life be less, And that my year conclude it: If it must, Your will, loved Gods. This heart shall yet employ A day, an hour is left me, so, for Rome. As it shall spring a life, out of my death, To shine, for ever glorious in my facts: The vicious count their years, virtuous their acts. Most noble Consul! Let us wait him home. Most popular Consul he is grown, me thinks. How the rout cling to him! And Cato leads 'hem! You, his colleague, Antonius, are not looked on. Not I, nor do I care. He enjoys rest, And ease, the while: Let th'other's spirit toil, And wake it out, that was inspired for turmoil. If all reports be true, yet, Caius Caesar, The time hath need of such a watch, and spirit: Reports? Do you believe 'em Catulus, Why, he does make, and breed 'em for the people; T' endear his service to 'hem. Do you not taste An art, that is so common? Popular men, They must create strange Monsters, and then quell 'em; To make their arts seem something. Would you have Such an Herculean Actor in the Scene, And not his Hydra? They must sweat no less To fit their properties, then t' express their parts. Treasons, and guilty men are made in States Too oft, to dignify the Magistrates. Those States be wretched, that are forced to buy Their Ruler's fame, with their own infamy. We therefore, should provide that ours do not. That will Antonius make his care. I shall. And watch the watcher. Here comes Catiline. How does he brook his late repulse? I know not. But hardly sure. Longinus, too, did stand? At first: But he gave way unto his friend. Who's that come? Lentulus? Yes, He is again Taken into the Senate. And made Praetor. I know't. He had my suffrage, next the Consuls; True, you were there, Prince of the Senate, then. Hail noblest Romans. The most worthy Consul, I gratulate your Honor.. I could wish It had been happier, by your fellowship, Most noble Sergius, had it pleased the people.
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The voyce of Rome is the consent of Heauen; And that hath plac'd thee, Cicero, at the helme, Where thou must render, now, thy selfe a Man, And Master of thy art. Each pettie hand Can steere a ship becalm'd; but he that will Gouerne, and carry her to her ends, must know His tides, his currents; how to shift his sayles; What she will be are in foule, what in faire weathers; Where her springs are, her leaks; & how to stop 'hem; What sands, what shelues, what rocks to threatē her; The forces, and the natures of all winds, Gusts, stormes, & tempests; when her keele ploughs hell And decke knocks heauen: then, to manage her Becomes the name, and office of a Pilot. Which I'le performe, with all the diligence, And fortitude I haue; not for my yeare, But for my life; except my life be lesse, And that my yeare conclude it: If it must, Your will, lou'd Gods. This heart shall yet employ A day, an houre is left me, so, for Rome. As it shall spring a life, out of my death, To shine, for euer glorious in my facts: " The vicious count their yeares, vertuous their acts. Most noble Consul! Let vs wait him home. Most popular Consul he is growne, me thinkes. How the rout cling to him! And Cato leads 'hem! You, his colleague, Antonius, are not look't on. Not I, nor do I care. He enioyes rest, And ease, the while: Let th'others spirit toyle, And wake it out, that was inspir'd for turmoyle. If all reports be true, yet, Caius Caesar, The time hath neede of such a watch, and spirit: Reports? Do you beleeue 'hem Catulus, Why, he do's make, and breed 'hem for the people; T' endeare his seruice to 'hem. Do you not tast An art, that is so common? Popular men, They must create strange Monsters, and then quell 'hem; To make their artes seeeme something. Would you haue Such an Herculean Actor in the Scene, And not his Hydra? They must sweat no lesse To fit their properties, then t' expresse their parts. " Treasons, and guiltie men are made in States " Too oft, to dignifie the Magistrates. " Those States be wretched, that are forc'd to buy " Their Rulers fame, with their owne infamy. We therefore, should prouide that ours do not. That will Antonius make his care. I shall. And watch the watcher. Here comes Catiline. How do's he brooke his late repulse? I know not. But hardly sure. Longinus, too, did stand? At first: But he gaue way vnto his friend. Who's that come? Lentulus? Yes, He is againe Taken into the Senate. And made Praetor. I know't. He had my suffrage, next the Consuls; True, you were there, Prince of the Senate, then. HAyle noblest Romanes. The most worthy Consul, I gratulate your Honor. I could wish It had beene happier, by your fellowship, Most noble Sergius, had it pleas'd the people.