Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I profess, It grieves me, Fathers, that I am compelled To draw these arms, and aids for your defence; And, more, against a Citizen of Rome, Borne here amongst you, a Patrician, A man, I must confess, of no mean house, Nor no small virtue, if he had employed Those excellent gifts of Fortune, and of Nature, Unto the good, not ruin of the State. But being bred in's father's needy fortunes, Brought up in's sister's prostitution, Confirmed in civil slaughter, entering first The Commonwealth, with murder of the gentry; Since, both by study, and custom, conversant With all licentiousness: what could be hoped In such a field of riot, but a course Extreme pernicious? Though, I must protest, I found his mischiefs, sooner, with mine eyes, Then with my thought; and with these hands of mine Before they touched, at my suspicion. What are his mischiefs, Consul? you declaim Against his manners, and corrupt your own; No wise man should, for hate of guilty men, Lose his own innocence. The noble Caesar Speaks Godlike truth. But, when he hears, I can Convince him, by his manners, of his mischiefs, He might be silent: And not cast away His sentences in vain, where they scarce look. Toward his subject. Here he comes himself. If he be woe thy any good man's voice, That good man sit down, by him: Cato will not. If Cato leave him. I'll not keep aside. What face is this, the Senate here puts on, Against me, Fathers! Give my modesty Leave, to demand the cause of so much strangeness. It is reported here, you are the head To a strange faction, Lucius'. ay, and will Be proved against him. Let it be. Why, Consul, If in the Commonwealth, there be two bodies, One lean, weak, rotten, and that hath a head; The other strong, and healthful, but hath none: If I do give it one, do I offend? Restore yourselves, unto your temper, Fathers; And, without perturbation, hear me speak: Remember who I am, and of what place, What petty fellow this is, that opposes; One, that hath exercised his eloquence, Still to the bane of the Nobility: A boasting, insolent tongue-man. Peace lewd Traitor, Or wash thy mouth. He is an honest man And loves his Country; would thou didst so, too. Cato, you are too zealous for him. No, Thou art too impudent. Catiline be silent. Nay then, I easily fear, my just defence Will come too late, to so much prejudice. Will he sit down? Yet, let the world forsake me, My innocence must not. Thou innocent? So are the Furies. Yes, and Ate, too. Dost thou not blush, pernicious Catiline? Or, hath the paleness of thy guilt drunk up Thy blood, and drawn thy veins, as dry of that, As is thy heart of truth, thy breast of virtue? Whither at length wilt thou abuse our patience? Still shall thy fury mock us? To what licence Dares thy unbridled boldness run itself? Do all the nightly guards, kept on the Palace,
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I professe, It grieues me▪ Fathers, that I am compell'd To draw these armes, and aides for your defence; And, more, against a Citizen of Rome, Borne here amongst you, a Patrician, A man, I must confesse, of no meane house, Nor no small vertue, if he had employ'd Those excellent gifts of Fortune, and of Nature, Vnto the good, not ruine of the State. But being bred in's fathers needy fortunes, Bought vp in's isters prostitution, Confirm'd in ciuill slaughter, entring first The Common-wealth, with murder of the gentry; Since, both by study, and custome, conuersant Wth all licetiosnesse: what could be hop'd In such a field of riot, but a course Extreme pernicious? Though, I must protest, I found his mischiefs, sooner, with mine eyes, Then with my thought; and with these hands of mine Before they touch'd, at my suspicion. VVhat are his mischiefs, Consul? you declame Against his manners, and corrupt your owne; " No wise man should, for hate of guilty men, " Loose his owne innocence. The noble Caesar Speakes Godlike truth. But, when he heares, I can Conuince him, by his manners, of his mischiefs, He might be silent: And not cast away His sentences in vaine, where they scarse looke. Toward his subiect. Here he comes himselfe. If he be wo thy any good mans voice, That good man sit downe, by him: Cato will not. If Cato leaue him. I'le not keepe aside. VVhat face is this, the Senate here puts on, Against me, Fathers! Giue my modesty Leaue, to demand the cause of so much strangenesse. It is reported here, you are the head To a strange faction, Lucius. I, and will Be prou'd against him. Let it be. Why, Consul, If in the Common-wealth, there be two bodies, One leane, weake, rotten, and that hath a head; The other strong, and healthfull, but hath none: If I doe giue it one, doe I offend? Restore your selues, vnto your temper, Fathers; And, without perturbation, heare me speake: Remember who I am, and of what place, VVhat petty fellow this is, that opposes; One, that hath exercis'd his eloquence, Sill to the bane of the Nobility: A boasting, insolent tongue-man. Peace leud Traitor, Or wash thy mouth. He is an honest man And loues his Countrey; would thou didst so, too. Cato, you are too zealous for him. No, Thou art too impudent. Catiline be silent. Nay then, I easily feare, my iust defence VVill come too late, to so much preiudice. Will he it downe? Yet, let the world forsake me, My innocence must not. Thou innocent? So are the Furies. Yes, and Ate, too. Do'st thou not blush, pernicious Catiline? Or, hath the palenesse of thy guilt drunke vp Thy blood, and drawne thy vaines, as drie of that, As is thy heart of truth, thy breast of vertue? Whither at length wilt thou abuse our patience? Still shall thy fury mocke vs? To what licence Dares thy vnbridled boldnesse runne it selfe? Doe all the nightly guards, kept on the Palace,