Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
The City's watches, with the People's fears, The concourse of all Good men, this so strong And fortified seat here of the Senate, The present looks upon thee, strike thee nothing? Dost thou not feel thy Counsels all laid open? And see thy wild Conspiracy bound in With each man's knowledge? which of all this Order Canst thou think ignorant (if they'll but utter Their conscience to the right) of what thou didst Last night, what on the former, where thou wert, Whom thou didst call together, what your plots were? O Age, and Manners! This the Consul fees, The Senate understands, yet this man lives! lives? ay, and comes here into Council with us; Partakes the public cares: and with his eye Marks, and points out each man of us to slaughter. And we, good men, do satisfy the State, If we can shun but this man's sword, and madness. There was that virtue, once, in Rome, when good men Would, with more sharp coërtion, have restrained A wicked Citizen, than the deadliest Foe. We have that law still, Catiline, for thee; An art as grave, as sharp: The State's not wanting, Nor the authority of this Senate; we, We, that are Consuls, only fail ourselves. This twenty days, the edge of that decree We have let dull, and rust; kept it shut up, As in a sheath, which drawn should take thy head. Yet still thou liv'st: and liv'st not to lay by Thy wicked confidence, but to confirm it. I could desire, Fathers, to be found Still merciful, to seem in these main perils, Grasping the state, a man remiss, and slack; But then, I should condemn myself of sloth, And treachery. Their camp's in Italy, Pitched in the jaws, here, of Hetruria; Their numbers daily increasing, and their General Within our walls: nay in our Council, plotting Hourly some fatal mischief to the Public. If, Catiline, I should command thee, now, Here, to be taken, killed; I make just doubt, Whether all good men would not think it done Rather too late, than any man too cruel. Except he were of the same meal, and batch. But that, which ought to have been done long since, I will, and (for good reason) yet forbear. Then will I take thee, when no man is found So lost, so wicked, nay so like thyself, But shall profess, 'tis done of need, and right. While there is one, that dares befend thee, live; Thou shalt have leave; but so, as now thou liv'st: Watched at a hand, besieged, and oppressed From working least commotion to the State. I have those eyes, and ears, shall still keep guard, And spial on thee, as they have ever done, And thou not feel it. What, then, canst thou hope? If neither Night can, with her darkness, hide Thy wicked meetings; not a private House Can, in her walls, contain the guilty whispers Of thy conspiracy: If all break out, All be discovered, change thy mind at last,
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The Cities watches, with the Peoples feares, The concourse of all Good men, this so strong And fortified seate here of the Senate, The prsent lookes vpon thee, strike thee nothing? Do'st thou not feele thy Councels all laid open? And see thy wild Conspiracy bound in VVith each mans knowledge? which of all this Order Canst thou thinke ignorant (if they'll but vtter Their conscience to the right) of what thou didst Last night, what on the former, where thou wet, Whom thou didst call together, what your plots were? O Age, and Manners! This the Consul fees, The Senate vnderstands, yet this man liues▪ Liues? I, and comes here into Councell with vs; Partakes the publique cares: and with his eye Markes, and points out each man of vs to slaughter. And we, good men, doe satisfie the State, If we can shunne but this mans sword, and madnesse. There was that vertue, once, in Rome, when good men Would, with more sharpe coërcion, haue restrain'd A wicked Citizen, then the deadliest Foe. We haue that law still, Catiline, for thee; An at as graue, as shrpe: The State's not wanting▪ Nor the authority of this Senate; wee, Wee, that are Consuls, onely fayle our selues. This twentie daies, the edge of that decree We haue let dll, and rust; kept it shut vp, As in a sheath, which drawne should take thy head. Yet still thou li'st: and li'st not to lay by Thy wicked confidence, but to confirme it. I could desire, Fathers, to be found Still mercifull, to seeme in these maine perils, Grasping the state, a man remisse, and slacke; But then, I should condemne my selfe of sloth, And trechery. Their Campe's in Italy, Pitch'd in the iawes, here, of Heruria; Their numbers daily increasing, and their Generall Within our walles: nay in our Councell, plotting Howerly some fatall mischefe to the Publique. If, Catiline, I should commaund thee, now, Here, to be taken, kill'd; I make iust doubt, Whether all good men wold not thinke it done Rather too late, then any man too cruell. Except he were of the same meale, and batch. But that, which ought to haue bene done long since▪ I will, and (for good reason) yet forbeare. Then will I take thee, when no man is found So lost, so wicked, nay so like thy selfe, But shall professe, 'tis done of neede, and right. While there is one, that dares befend thee, liue; Thou shalt haue leaue; but so, as now thou liu'st: Watch'd at a hand, besieged, and opprest From working least commotion to the State. I haue those eyes, and eares, shall still keepe guard, And spall on thee, as they haue euer done, And thou not feele it. What, thn, canst thou hope? If neither Nght can, with her darknesse, hide Thy wicked meetigs; not a priuate House Can, in her walles, containe the guiltie whispers Of thy conspiracy: If all breake out, All be discouered, change thy minde at last,