Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
●and Asia too, Now Pompey is returning. Noblest Romans, Me thinks our looks, are not so quick and high, As they were wont. No? whose is not? We have No anger in our eyes, no storm, no lightning: Our hate is spent, and fumed away in vapour, Before our hands be'at work. I can accuse Not any one, but all of slackness. Yes, And be yourself such, while you do it. Ha? 'tis sharply answered, Caius, Truly, truly. Come, let us each one know his part to do, And then be accused. Leave these untimely quarrels. I would there were more Rome's then one, to ruin. More Rome's? More Worlds. Nay then more Gods, & Natures, If they took part. When shall the time be, first? I think the Saturnals. 'Twill be too long. They are not now far off, 'tis not a month. A week, a day, an hour is too far off, Now, were the fittest time. We ha' not laid All things so safe, and ready. While we're laying, We shall all lie; and grow to earth. Would I Were nothing in it, if not now. These things They should be done, e'er thought. Nay, now your reason Forsakes you, Caius. Think, but what commodity That time will minister; the City's custom Of being, then, in mirth, and feast. Loosed whole In pleasure and security. Each house Resolved in freedom. Every slave a master. And they too no mean aids. Made from their hope Of liberty. Or hate unto their Lords. 'tis sure, there cannot be a time found out More apt, and natural. Nay, good Cethegus, Why do your passions, now, disturb our hopes? Why do your hopes delude your certainties? You must lend him his way. Think, for the order, And process of it. Yes. I like not fire: 'Twill too much waste my City. Were it embers, There will be wealth enough, raked out of them, To spring a new: It must be fire, or nothing. What else should fright, or terrify 'hem? True. In that confusion, must be the chief slaughter. Then we shall kill 'em bravest. And in heaps. Strew Sacrifices. Make the Earth an Altar. And Rome the fire. 'Twill be a noble night. And worth all Sylla's days. When Husbands, Wives, Grandfires, and Nephews, Servants, and their Lords, Virgins, and Priests, the Infant, and the Nurse Go all to hell, together, in a fleet. I would have you, Longinus, and Statilius, To take the charge o' the firing, which must be, At a sign given with a trumpet, done In twelve chief places of the City, at once. The flax, and sulphur, are already laid In, at Cethegus house. So are the weapons. Gabinius, you, with other force, shall stop The pipes, and conduits: And kill those that come For water.
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and Asia too, Now Pompey is returning. Noblest Romanes, Me thinkes our lookes, are not so quicke and high, As they were wont. No? whose is not? We haue No anger in our eyes▪ no storme, no lightning: Our hate is spent, and fum'd away in vapor, Before our hands be'at worke. I can accuse Not any one, but all of slacknesse. Yes, And be your selfe such, while you do it. Ha? Tis sharply answerd, Caius, Truly, truly. Come, let vs each one know his part to doe, And then be accus'd. Leaue these vntimely quarrels. I would there were more Romes then one, to ruine. More Romes? More Worlds. Nay then moe Gods, & Natures▪ If they tooke part. When shall the time be, first? I thinke the Saturnals. 'Twill be too long. They are not now farre off, 'tis not a month. A weeke, a day, an houre is too farre off, Now, were the fittest time. We ha' not laid All things so safe, and readie. While we'are laying, We shall all lie; and grow to earth. Would I Were nothing n it, if not now. These things They should be done, e're thought. Nay, now your reson Forsakes you, Caius. Thinke, but what commodity That time will minister; the Cities custome Of being, then, i mirth, and feast. Loos'd whole In pleasure and securitie. Each house Resolu'd in freedome. Euery slaue a master. And they too no meane aides. Made from their hope Of liberty. Or hate vnto their Lords. Tis sure, there cannot be a time found out More apt, and naturall. Nay, good Cethegus, Why do your passions, now, disturbe our hopes? Why do your hopes delude your certainties? You must lend him his way. Thinke, for the order, And processe of it. Yes. I like not fire: 'Twill too much wast my Citie. Were it embers▪ There will be wealth enough, rak't out of them, To spring a new: It must be fire, or nothing. What else should fright, or terrefie 'hem? True. In that confusion, must be the chiefe slaughter. Then we shall kill 'hem brauest. And in heapes. Strew Sacrifices. Make the Earth an Altar. And Rome the fire. 'Twill be a noble night. And worth all Sylla's daies. When Husbands, Wiues, Grandfires, and Nephewes, Seruants, and their Lords, Virgins, and Priests, the Infant, and the Nurse Go all to hell, together, in a fleete. I would haue you, Longinus, and Statilius, To take the charge o' the firing, which must be, At a signe giuen with a trumpet, done In twelue chiefe places of the Citie, at once. The flaxe, and sulphure, are alreadie laid In, at Cethegus house. So are the weapons. Gabinius, you, with other force, shall stop The pipes, and conduits: And kill those that come For water.