Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Excuse me, lights there. By no means. Stay then. All good thoughts to Caesar. And like to Crassus. Mind but your friends counsels. OR, I will bear no mind. How now, Aurelia? Are your confederates come? the Ladies? Yes. And is Simpronia there? She is. That's well. She has a sulphurous spirit, and will take Light at a spark. Break with them, gentle love, About the drawing as many of their Husbands, Into the plot, as can: If not, to rid 'hem. That 'll be the easier practice, unto some, Who have been tired with 'em long. Solicit Their aids, for money; and their Servants help, In firing of the City, at the time Shall be designed. Promise 'em States, and Empires, And men, for Lovers, made of better clay, Then ever the old Potter Titan knew. Who's that? O, Porcius Lecca! are they met? They are all, here. Love, you have your instructions: I'll trust you with the stuff you have to work on. You'll form it? Porcius, fetch the silver Eagle I give you in charge. And pray 'em, they will enter. O Friends, your faces glad me. This will be Our last, I hope, of consultation. So, it had need. We lose occasion, daily. ay, and our means: whereof one wounds me most, That was the fairest. Piso is dead, in Spain. As we are, here. And, as it is thought, by envy Of Pompey's followers. He too's coming back, Now, out of Asia. Therefore, what we ' intend We must be swift in. Take your seats, and hear. I have, already, sent Septimius Into the Picene territory; and Iulius, To raise force, for us, in Apulia: Manlius at Fesulae is (by this time) up, With the old needy troops, that followed Sylla; And all do but expect, when we will give The blow at home. Behold this silver Eagle, Was Marius' standard, in the Cimbrian war, Fatal to Rome; and, as our Augurs tell me, Shall still be so: For which one ominous cause, I have kept it safe, and done it sacred rites, As to a Godhead; in a Chapel built Of purpose to it. Pledge then all your hands, To follow it, with vows of death, and ruin, Struck silently, and home. So waters speak When they run deepest. Now's the time, this year, The twenti'th, from the firing of the Capitol, As fatal too, to Rome, by all predictions; And, in which, honoured Lentulus must rise A King, if he pursue it. If he do not, He is not worthy the great destiny. It is too great for me, but what the Gods, And their great loves decree me, I must not Seem careless of. No nor we envious. We have enough beside, all Gallia, Belgia, Greece, Spain, and Africa.
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Excuse me, lights there. By no meanes. Stay then. All good thoughts to Caesar. And like to Crassus. Mind but your friends counsels. OR, I will beare no mind. How now, Aurelia? Are your confederates come? the Ladies? Yes. And is Simpronia there? She is. That's well. She ha's a sulphurous spirit, and will take Light at a sparke. Breake with them, gentle loue, About the drawing as many of their Husbands, Into the plot, as can: If not, to rid 'hem. That 'll be the easier practise, vnto some, Who haue bene tir'd with 'hem long. Sollicite Their aydes, for money; and their Seruants helpe, In firing of the Citie, at the time Shall be design'd. Promise 'hem States, and Empires, And men, for Louers, made of better clay, Then euer the old Potter Titan knew. Who's that? O, Porcius Lecca! are they met? They are all, here. Loue, you haue your instructions: Ile trust you with the stuffe you haue to worke on. You'll forme it? Porcius, fetch the siluer Eagle I ga' you in charge. And pray 'hem, they will enter. O Friends, your faces glad mee. This will be Our last, I hope, of consultation. So, it had need. We loose occasion, daily. I, and our meanes: whereof one woundes me most, That was the fairest. Piso is dead, in Spaine. As we are, here. And, as it is thought, by enuy Of Pompey's followers. He too's comming backe, Now, out of Asia. Therefore, what we 'intend We must be swift in. Take your seates, and heare. I haue, alreadie, sent Septimius Into the Picene territorie; and Iulius, To rayse force, for vs, in Apulia: Manlius at Fesulae is (by this time) vp, With the old needie troopes, that follow'd Sylla; And all do but expect, when we will giue The blow at home. Behold this siluer Eagle, Was Marius standard, in the Cimbrian warre, Fatall to Rome; and, as our Augures tell mee, Shall still be so: For which one omenous cause, I haue kept it safe, and done it sacred rites, As to a Godhead; in a Chappell built Of purpose to it. Pledge then all your hands, To follow it, with vowes of death, and ruine, Strooke silently, and home. So waters speake When they runne deepest. Now's the time, this yeare, The twenti'th, from the firing of the Capitol, As fatall too, to Rome, by all predictions; And, in whch, honor'd Lentulus must rise A King, if he pursue it. If he doe not, He is not worthy the great destiny. It is too great for mee, but what the Gods, And their great loues decree me, I must not Seeme carelesse of. No nor we enuious. We haue enough beside, all Gallia, Belgia, Greece▪ Spayne, and Africke.