Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
What shall I do? All will have Employment, fear not: Ply the execution. For that, trust me, and Cethegus. I will be At hand, with the army, to meet those that scape. And Lentulus, begird you Pompey's house, To seize his sons alive: for they are they Must make our peace with him. All else cut off, As Tarquin did the poppy heads; or mowers A field of thistles; or else, up, as ploughs Do barren lands; and strike together flints, And clods; th'ungrateful Senate, and the People: Till no rage, gone before, or coming after May weigh with yours, though Horror leapt herself Into the scale: but, in your violent acts, The fall of torrents, and the noise of tempests, The boiling of Charybdis, the Seas wildness, The eating force of flames, and wings of winds, Be all outwrought, by your transcendent furies. It had been done, ere this, had I been Consul; We'had had no stop, no let. How find you Antonius? th'other has won him lost, that Cicero Was borne to be my opposition, And stands in all our ways. Remove him first. May that, yet, be done sooner? Would it were done. I'll do't. It is my province; none usurp it. What are your means? Inquire not. He shall die. Shall, was too slowly said. He's dying. That Is, yet, too slow. He's dead. Brave, only Roman, Whose soul might be the world's soul, were that dying; Refuse not, yet, the aids of these your friends: Here's Vargunteius holds good quarter with him. And under the pretext of clientele And visitation, with the morning Hayle, Will be admitted. What is that to me? Yes, we may kill him in his bed, and safely. Safe is your way, then; take it. Mine's mine own. Follow him, Vargunteius, and persuade, The morning is the fittest time. The night Will turn all into tumult. And perhaps Miss of him too. Entreat, and conjure him. In all our names. By all our vows, and friendships. WHat! is our Council broke up first? You say, Women are greatest talkers. We ha' done; And are now fit for action. Which is passion. There's your best activity, Lady. How knows your wise fatness that? Your Mother's daughter Did teach me, Madam. Come Sempronia, leave him: He is a Giber. And our present business Is of more serious consequence. Aurelia Tells me, you ' have done most masculinely within, And played the Orator. But we must hasten To our design as well, and execute: Not hang still, in the fever of an accident. You say well, Lady. I do like our plot Exceeding well, 'tis sure; and we shall leave Little to fortune, in it. Your banquet stays. Aurelia take her in. Where's Fuluia? O the two Lovers are coupling.
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What shall I do? All will haue Employment, feare not: Ply the execution. For that, trust me, and Cethegus. I will be At hand, with the army, to meete those that scape. And Lentulus, begirt you Pompey's house, To seise his sonnes aliue: for they are they Must make our peace with him. All else cut off, As Tarqu did the Poppey heads; or mowers A field of thistles; or else, vp, as ploughes Do barren lands; and strike together flints, And clods; th'ungratefull Senate, and the People: Till no rage, gone before, or comming after May weigh with yours, though Horror leapt her selfe Into the scale: but, in your violent acts, The fall of torrents, and the noyse of tempests, The boyling of Charybdis, the Seas wildnesse▪ The eating force of flames, and wings of winds, Be all outwrought, by your transcendent furies. It had bene done, ere this, had I bene Consul; We'had had no stop, n let. How find you Antonius? The'other ha's wonne him lost, that Cicero Was borne to be my opposition, And stands in all our waies. Remoue him first. May that, yet, be done sooner? Would it were done. I'll doe't. It is my prouince; none vsurpe it. What are your meanes? Enquire not. He shall die. Shall, was too slowly said. He'is dying. That Is, yet, too slow. He'is dead. Braue, only Romane, Whose soule might be the worlds soule, were that dying; Refuse not, yet, the aydes of these your friends: Here's Vargunteius holds good quarter with him. And vnder the pretext of clientele And visitation, with the morning Hayle, Will be admitted. What is that to mee? Yes, we may kill him in his bed, and safely. Safe is your way, then; take it. Mine's mine owne. Follow him, Vargunteius, and perswade, The morning is the fittest time. The night Will turne all into tumult. And perhaps Misse of him too. Intreat, and coniure him. In all our names. By all our vowes, and friendships. WHat! is our Councell broke vp first? You say, VVomen are greatest talkers. VVe ha' done; And are now fit for action. VVhich is passion. There's your best actiuity, Lady. How Knoes your wise fatnesse that? Your Mothers daughter Did teach me, Madame. Come Sempronia, leaue him: He is a Giber. And our present businesse Is of more serious consequence. Aurelia Tells me, you 'haue done most masculinely within, And plaid the Orator. But we must hasten To our designe as well, and execute: Not hang still, in the feuer of an accident. You say well, Lady. I do like our plot Exceeding well, tis sure; and we shall leaue Little to fortune, in it. Your banquet stayes. Aurelia take her in. VVhere's Fulia? O the two Louers are coupling.