Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
My Lord, I did it not To any other aim, but for itself. To no ambition. You have learned the difference Of doing office to the public weal, And private friendship, and have shown it, Lady. Be still yourself. I have sent for Quintus Curius, And (for your virtuous sake) if I can win him, Yet, to the common wealth; He shall be safe too. I'll undertake, my Lord, he will be won. Pray you, join with me, then: And help to work him. HOw now? Is he come? He's here, my Lord. Go presently, Pray my Colleague Antonius, I may speak with him, About some present business of the State; And (as you go) call on my brother Quintus, And pray him, with the Tribunes to come to me. Bid Curius enter. Fuluia, you will aid me? It is my duty. O, my noble Lord! I have to chide you, i'faith. Give me your hand. Nay, be not troubled; 't shallbe gently, Curius. You look upon this Lady? What? Do you guess My business, yet? Come, If you frown, I thunder: Therefore, put on your better looks, and thoughts. There's nought but fair, and good intended to you: And I would make those your complexion. Would you, of whom the Senate had that hope, As, on my knowledge, it was in their purpose, Next sitting, to restore you: as they ha' done The stupid, and ungrateful Lentulus; (Excuse me, that I name you thus, together, For, yet, you are not such) would you, I say, A person both of Blood and Honour, stocked In a long race of virtuous Ancestors, Embark yourself for such a hellish action, With Parricides, and Traitors, men turned Furies, Out of the waist, and ruin of their fortunes; (For 'tis despair, that is the mother of madness) Such as want (that, which all Conspirators, But they, have first) mere colour for their mischief? O, I must blush with you. Come, you shall not labour To extenuate your guilt, but quit it clean; Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leave 'hem. He acts the third crime, that defends the first. Here is a Lady, that hath got the start, I piety, of vs all; and, for whose vertue, I could almost turn Lover, again: but that Terentia would be jealous. What an honour Hath she achieved to herself! What voices, Titles, and loud applauses will pursue her, Through every street! What windows will be filled, To shoot eyes at her! What envy, and grief in Matrons, They are not she! when this her act shall seem Worthier a Chariot, then if Pompey came, With Asia chained! All this is while she lives. But dead, her very name will be a Statue, Not wrought for time, but rooted in the minds Of all posterity; when Brass, and Marble, I, and the Capitol itself is dust.
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My Lord, I did it not To any other ayme, but for it selfe. To no ambition. You haue learn'd the difference Of doing office to the publike weale, And priuate friendship, and haue shewne it, Lady. Be still your selfe. I haue sent for Quintus Curius, And (for your vertuous sake) i I can winne him, Yet, to the common wealth; He shall be safe too. Ile vndertake, my Lord, he will be wonne. Pray you, ioyne with me, then: And helpe to worke him. HOw now? Is he come? He'is here, my Lord. Goe presently, Pray my Colleague Antonius, I may speake with him, About some present businesse of the State; And (as you goe) call on my brother Quintus, And pray him, with the Tribunes to come to me. Bid Curius enter. Fulia, you will aide me? It is my duty. O, my noble Lord! I haue to chide you, yfaith. Giue me your hand. Nay, be not troubled; 't shallbe gently, Curius. You looke vpon this Lady? What? Doe you ghesse My businesse, yet? Come, If you frowne, I thunder: Therefore, put on your better lookes, and thoughts. There's nought but faire, and good intended to you▪ And I would make those your complexion. Would you, of whom the Senate had that hope, As, on my knowledge, it was in their purpose, Next sitting, to restore you: as they ha' done The stupide, and vngratefull Lentulus; (Excuse me, that I name you thus, together, For, yet, you are not such) would you, I say, A person both of Blood and Honor, stock't In a long race of vertuous Ancestors, Embarke your selfe for such a hellish action, With Parricides, and Traitors, men turn'd Furies, Out of the wast, and ruine of their fortunes; (For 'tis despaire, that is the mother of madnesse) Such as want (that, which all Conspirators, But they, haue first) meere colour for their mischiefe? O, I must blush with you. Come, you shall not labour To extenuate your guilt, but quit it cleane; " Bad men excuse their faults, good men will leaue 'hem. " He acts the third crime, that defends the first. Here is a Lady, that hath got the start, I piety, of vs all; and, for whose vertue, I could almost turne Louer, againe: but that Terentia would be ialous. What an honor Hath shee atchieued to her selfe! What voices, Titles, and loud applauses will pursue her, Through euery street! What windores will be fill'd, To shoote eyes at her! What enuy, and griefe in Matrons, They are not shee! when this her act shall seeme Worthier a Chariot, then if Pompey came, VVith Asia chain'd! All this is while shee liues. But dead, her very name will be a Statue, Not wrought for time, but rooted in the minds Of all posterity; when Brasse, and Marble, I, and the Capitol it selfe is dust.