Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
CAn these men fear? who are not only ours, But the world's masters? Then I see, the Gods Upbraid our sufferings, or would humble them; By sending these affrights, while we are here: That we might laugh at their ridiculous fear, Whose names, we trembled at, beyond the Alps. Of all that pass, I do not see a face Worthy a man, that dares look up, and stand One thunder out; but downward all, like beasts, Running away from every flash is made. The falling world could not deserve such baseness. Are we employed here, by our miseries, Like superstitious fools (or rather slaves) To plain our griefs, wrongs, and oppressions, To a mere clothed Senate, whom our folly Hath made, and still intends to keep our tyrants? It is our base petitionary breath That blows 'em to this greatness; which this prick Would soon let out, if we were bold, and wretched. When they have taken all we have; our goods, Crop, lands, and houses, they will leave us this: A weapon, and an arm will still be found, Though naked left, and lower than the ground. Do; urge thine anger, still; good Heaven, and just. Tell guilty men, what powers are above them. In such a confidence of wickedness, 'Twas time, they should know something fit to fear. I never saw a morn more full of horror. To Catiline, and his: But, to just men, Though Heaven should speak, with all his wrath at once, That, with his breath, the hinges of the world Did crack; we should stand upright, and unfeared. Why, so we do, good Cato. Who be these? Ambassadors, from the Allobroges, I take 'em, by their habits. ay, these men Seem of another race; Let's sue to these There's hope of justice, with their fortitude. Friends of the Senate, and of Rome, to day We pray you to forbear us: on the morrow What suit you have, let us, by Fabius Sanga, (Whose Patronage your State doth use) but know it, And, on the Consull's word, you shall receive Dispatch, or else an answer, worth your patience. We could not hope for more, most worthy Consul. This Magistrate hath struck an awe into me, And, by his sweetness, won a more regard Unto his place, than all the boisterous moods That ignorant Greatness practiseth, to fill The large, unfit authority it wears. How easy is a noble spirit discerned From harsh, and sulphurous matter, that flies out In contumelies, makes a noise, and stinks. May we find good, and great men, that know how To stoop to wants, and meet necessities, And will not turn from any equal suits. Such men, they do not succour more the cause, They undertake, with favour, and success; Then, by it, their own judgements they do raise, In turning just men's needs, into their praise.
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CAn these men feare? who are not only ours, But the worlds masters? Then I see, the Gods Vpbraid our suffrings, or would humble them; By sending these affrights, while we are here: That we might laugh at their ridiculous feare, Whose names, we trembled at, beyond the Alpes. Of all that passe, I doe not see a face Worthy a man, that dares looke vp, and stand One thunder out; but downeward all, like beasts, Running away from euery flash is made. The falling world could not deserue such basenesse. Are we emploid here, by our miseries, Like superstitious fooles (or rather slaues) To plaine our griefes, wrongs, and oppressions, To a meere clothed Senate, whom our folly Hath made, and still intends to keepe our Tyrannes? It is our base petitionary breath That blowes 'hem to this greatnesse; which this pricke Would soone let out, if we were bold, and wretched. When they haue taken all we haue; our goods, Crop, lands, and houses, they will leaue vs this: A weapon, and an arme will still be found, Though naked left, and lower then the ground. DOe; vrge thine anger, still; good Heauen, and iust. Tell guilty men, what powers are aboue them. In such a confidence of wickednesse, 'Twas time, they should know something fit to feare. I neuer saw a morne more full of horror. To Catiline, and his: But, to iust men, Though Heauen should speake, with all his wrath at once, That, with his breath, the hinges of the world Did cracke; we should stand vpright, and vnfear'd. Why, so we doe, good Cato. Who be these? Ambassadours, from the Allobroges, I take 'hem, by their habits. I, these men Seeme of another race; Let's sue to these There's hope of iustice, with their fortitude. Friends of the Senate, and of Rome, to day VVe pray you to forbeare vs: on the morrow VVhat sute you haue, let vs, by Fabius Sanga, (VVhose Patronage your State doth vse) but know it, And, on the Consull's word, you shall receiue Dispatch, or else an answere, worth your patience. VVe could not hope for more, most worthy Consul. This Magistrate hath strooke an awe into me, And, by his sweetnesse, wonne a more reguard Vnto his place, then all the boistrous moodes That ignorant Greatnesse practiseth, to fill The large, vnfit authority it weares. How easie is a noble spirit discern'd From harsh, and sulphurous matter, that flies out In contumelies, makes a noise, and stinkes. May we finde good, and great men, that know how To stoupe to wants, and meete necessities, And will not turne from any equall suites. " Such men, they doe not succour more the cause, " They vndertake, with fauor, and successe; " Then, by it, their owne idgments they doe raise, " In turning iust mens needes, into their praise.