Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I Thank your vigilance. Where's my brother, Quintus? Call all my servants up. Tell noble Curius, And say it to yourself, you are my sauces; But that's too little for you, you are Rome's: What could I then, hope less? O brother! now, The engines I told you of, are working; The machine 'gin's to move. Where are your weapons? Arm all my household presently. And charge The Porter, he let no man in, till day. Not Clients, and your friends? They wear those names, That come to murder me. Yet send for Cato, And Quintus Catulus; those I dare trust; And Flaccus, and Pomtinius, the Praetors, By the back way. Take care, good brother Marcus, Your fears be not formed greater, than they should; And make your friends grieve, while your enemies laugh. 'tis brother's counsel, and worth thanks, But do As I entreat you. I provide, not fear. Was Caesar there, say you? Curius says, he met him, Coming from thence. O, so. And, had you a counsel Of Ladies too? Who was your Speaker, Madam? She that would be, had there been forty more; Sempronia, who had both her Greek, and Figures; And, ever and anon, would ask us, if The witty Consul could have mended that? Or Orator Cicero could have said it better? she's my gentle enemy. Would Cethegus Had no more danger in him. But, my guards Are you, great powers; and th' unbated strengths Of a firm conscience, which shall arm each step Ta'en for the State; and teach me slack no pace For fear of malice. How now, Brother? Cato, And Quintus Catulus were coming to you, And Crassus with 'hem. I have let 'em in, By th' garden. What would Crassus have? I hear Some whispering 'bout the gate; and making doubt, Whither it be not yet too early, or no? But I do think, they are your friends, and Clients, Are fearful to disturb you. You will change To ' another thought, anon. Ha' you given the Porter The charge, I willed you? Yes. Withdraw, and hearken. THe door's not open, yet. You ' were best to knock. Let them stand close, then: And, when we are in, Rush after us. But where's Cethegus? He Has left it, since he might not do't his way. Who's there? A friend, or more. I may not let Any man in, till day. No? why? Thy reason? I am commanded so. By whom? I hope We are not discovered. Yes, by revelation. Pray thee good slave, who has commanded thee? He that may best, the Consul. We are his friends. All's one. Best give your name. Dost thou hear, fellow? I have some instant business with the Consul. My name is Vargunteius. True, he knows it; And for what friendly office you are sent. Cornelius, too, is there? We are betrayed. And desperate Cethegus, is he not? Speak you, he knows my voice. What say you to't?
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I Thanke your vigilance. VVhere's my brother, Quintus? Call all my seruants vp. Tell noble Curius, And say it to your selfe, you are my Saus; But that's too little for you, you are Rome's: VVhat could I then, hope lesse? O brother! now, The engines I told you of, are working; The machine 'gin's to moue. VVhere are your weapons? Arme all my houshold presently. And charge The Porter, he let no man in, till day. Not Clients, and your friends? They weare those names, That come to murther me. Yet send for Cato, And Quintus Catulus; those I dare trust; And Flaccus, and Pomtinius, the Praetors, By the backe way. Take care, good brother Marcus, Your feares be not form'd greater, then they should; And make your friends gieue, while your enemies laugh. Tis brothers counsell, and worth thankes, But doe As I intreat you. I prouide, not feare. VVas Caesar there, say you? Curius sayes, he met him, Comming from thence. O, so. And, had you a counsell Of Ladies too? VVho was your Speaker, Madam? She that would be, had there bene fortie more; Sempronia, who had both her Greeke, and Figures; And, euer and anone, would aske vs, if The witty Consul could haue mended that? Or Orator Cicero could haue said it better? Shee's my gentle enemy. Would Cethegus Had no more danger in him. But, my guards Are you, great powers; and th' vnbated strengths Of a firme conscience, which shall arme each step Tane for the State; and teach me slacke no pace For feare of malice. How now, Brother? Cato▪ And Qutus Catulus were comming to you, And Crassus with 'hem. I haue let 'hem in, By th' garden. What would Crssus haue? I heare Some whispering 'bout the gate; and making doubt, Whither it be not yet too early, or no? But I doe thinke, they are your friendes, and Clients, Are fearefull to disturbe you. You will change To 'another thought, anone. Ha' you giu'n the Porter The charge, I will'd you? Yes. Withdraw, and hearken. THe dore's not open, yet. You' were best to knocke. Let them stand close, then: And, when we are in, Rush after vs. But where's Cethegus? He Has left it, since he might not do't his way. Who's there? A friend, or more. I may not let Any man in, till day. No? why? Thy reason? I am commanded so. By whom? I hope We are not discouer'd. Yes, by reuelation. Pray thee good slaue, who has commanded thee? He that may best, the Consull. We are his friends. All's one. Best giue your name. Dost thou heare, fellow? I haue some instant businesse with the Consull. My name is Vargunteius. True, he knowes it; And for what friendly office you are sent. Cornelius, too, is there? We are betraid. And desperate Cethegus, is he not? Speake you, he knowes my voice. What say you to't?