Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Good Curius, It shall be dearer rather, and because I'd make it such, hear how I trust you more. Keep still your former face; and mix again With those lost spirits. Run all their mazes with'hem; For such are treasons. Find their windings out, And subtle turnings, watch their snaky ways, Through brakes, and hedges, into woods of darkness, Where they are fain to creep upon their breasts In paths near trod by Men, but Wolves, and Panthers. Learn, beside Catiline, Lentulus, and those, Whose names I have, what new ones they draw in; Who else are likely; what those Great ones are, They do not name; what ways they mean to take; And whither their hopes point; to war: or ruin, By some surprise. Explore all their intents, And what you find may profit the Republic, Acquaint me with it, either, by yourself, Or this your virtuous friend, on whom I lay The care of urging you; I'll see, that Rome Shall prove a thankful, and a bounteous Mother: Be secret as the night. And constant Sir. I do not doubt it. Though the time cut off All vows." The dignity of truth is lost, With much protesting: Who is there! This way, Lest you be seen, and met. And when you come, Be this your token; to this fellow. Light 'hem. O Rome, in what a sickness art thou fallen! How dangerous, and deadly! when thy head Is drowned in sleep, and all thy body fevery! No noise, no pulling, no vexation wakes thee, Thy Lethargy is such: or if, by chance, Thou heavest thy eyelids up, thou dost forget Sooner, than thou wert told, thy proper danger. I did unreverendly, to blame the Gods, Who wake for thee, though thou snore to thyself. Is it not strange, thou shouldst be so diseased, And so secure? But more, that the first symptoms Of such a malady, should not rise out From any worthy member, but a base And common strumpet, worthless to be named A hair, or part of thee? Think, think, hereafter, What thy needs were, when thou must use such means: And lay it to thy breast, how much the Gods Upbraid thy foul neglect of them; by making So vile a thing, the Author of thy safety. They could have wrought by nobler ways: have struck Thy foes with forked lightning; or rammed thunder; Thrown hills upon 'em, in the act; have sent Death, like a damp, to all their families; Or caused their consciences to burst 'hem. But, When they will show thee what thou art, and make A scornful difference 'twixt their power, and thee, They help thee by such aids, as Geese, and Harlots. How now? What answer? Is he come? Your Brother, Will straight be here; and your Colleague Antonius Said, coldly, he would follow me.
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Good Curius, It shall be dearer rather, and because Il'd make it such, heare how I trust you more. Keepe still your former face; and mixe againe With thse lost spirits. Runne all their mazes with'hem; For such are treasons. Finde their windings out, And subtle turnings, watch their snaky waies, Through brakes, and hedges, into woods of darkenesse, VVhere they are faine to creepe vpon their breasts In pathes nere trod by Men, but Wolues, and Panthers. earne, beside Catiline, Lentulus, and those, VVhose names I haue, what new ones they draw in; VVho else are likely; what those Great ones are, They doe not name; what waies they meane to take; And whither their hopes point; to warre: or ruine, By some surprize. Explore all their intents, And what you finde may profit the Republique, Acquaint me with it, either, by your selfe, Or this your vertuous friend, on whom I lay The care of vrging you; Ile see, that Rome Shall proue a thankefull, and a bounteous Mother: Be secret as the night. And constant Sir. I doe not doubt it. Though the time cut off All vowes. " The dignity of truth is lost, VVith much protesting▪ Who is there! This way, Least you be seene, and met. And when you come, Be this your token; to this fellow. Light 'hem. O Rome, in what a sicknesse art thou fall'n! How dangerous, and deadly! when thy head Is drown'd in sleepe, and all thy body feu'ry! No noise, n pulling, no vexation wakes thee, Thy Lethargie is such: or if, by chance, Thou heau'st thy eye-lids vp, thou dost forget Sooner, then thou wert told, thy proper danger. I did vnreuerendly, to blame the Gods, VVho wake for thee, though thou snore to thy selfe. Is it not strange, thou should'st be so diseas'd, And so secure? But more, that the first symptomes Of such a malady, should not rise out From any worthy member, but a base And common strumpet, worthlesse to be nam'd A haire, or part of thee? Thinke, thinke, hereafter, What thy needes were, when thou must vse such meanes: And lay it to thy breast, how much the Gods Vpbraid thy foule neglect of them; by making So vile a thing, the Author of thy safety. They could haue wrought by nobler waies: haue strooke Thy foes with forked lightning; or ramm'd thunder; Throwne hilles vpon 'hem, in the act; haue sent Death, like a dampe, to all their families; Or caus'd their consciences to burst 'hem. But, VVhen they will shew thee what thou art, and make A scornefull difference 'twixt their power, and thee, They helpe thee by such aides, as Geese, and Harlots. How now? What answere? Is he come? Your Brother, VVill streight be here; and your Colleague Antonius Said, coldly, he would follow me.