Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And lose thy thoughts of ruin, flame, and slaughter. Remember, how I told, here, to the Senate, That such a day, thy Lictor, Caius Manlius, Would be in arms. Was I deceived, Catiline, Or in the fact, or in the time? the hour? I told too, in this Senate, that thy purpose Was, on the fifth, the Kalends of November, T' have slaughtered this whole Order: which my caution Made many leave the City. Canft thou here Deny, but this thy black design was hindered, That very day, by me, thyself closed in Within my strengths, so that thou couldst not move Against a public reed? when thou wert heard To say, upon the parting of the rest, Thou wouldst content thee, with the murder of us, That did remain. Hadst thou not hope, beside, By a surprise, by night, to take Praeneste? Where when thou cam'st, didst thou not find the place Made good against thee, with my aids, my watches? My Garrisons fortified it. Thou dost nothing, Sergius, Thou canst endeavour nothing, nay not think, But I both see, and hear it; and am with thee, By, and before, about, and in thee, too. Call but to mind thy last night's business. Come, I'll use no circumstance: at Lecca's house, The shop, and mint of your conspiracy, Among your Swordmen, where so many associates Both of thy mischief, and thy madness, met. Dar'st thou deny this? wherefore art thou silent? Speak, and this shall convince thee: Here they are, I see 'em, in this Senate, that were with thee. O you immortal Gods! in what clime are we? What region do we live in? in what air? What Commonwealth, or State is this we have? Here, here, amongst us, our own number, Fathers, In this most holy Council of the world, They are, that seek the spoil of me, of you, Of ours, of all; what I can name's too narrow: Follow the Sun, and find not their ambition. These I behold, being Consul; Nay, I ask Their counsels of the State, as from good Patriots: Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces, I not so much as wound, yet, with my voice. Thou wast, last night, with Lecca, Catiline, Your shares, of Italy, you there divided; Appointed who, and whither, each should go; What men should stay behind, in Rome, were chosen; Your offices set down; the parts marked out, And places of the City, for the fire; Thyself (thou ' affirmedst) wast ready to depart, Only, a little let there was, that stayed thee, That I yet lived: Upon the word, stepped forth Three of thy crew, to rid thee of that care; Two undertook this morning, before day, To kill me in my bed. All this I knew, Your convent scarce dismissed, armed all my servants, Called both my brother, and friends, shut out your clients, You sent to visit me; whose names I told To some there, of good place, before they came.
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And loose thy thoughts of ruine, flame, and slaughter. Remember, how I told, here, to the Senate, That such a day, thy Lictor, Caius Manlius, Would be in armes. Was I deceiued, Catiline, Or in the fact, or in the time? the hower? I told too, in this Senate, that thy purpose Was, on the fifth, the Kalends of Nouember, T' haue slaughterd this whole Order: which my caution Made many leaue the Citie. Canft thou here Denie, but this thy blacke designe was hindred, That very day, by mee, thy selfe clos'd in Within my strengths, so that thou could'st not moue Against a publique reed? when thou wert heard To say, vpon the parting of the rest, Thou would'st content thee, with the murder of vs, That did remaine. Had'st thou not hope, beside, By a surprize, by night, to take Praeneste? Where when thou cam'st, did'st thou not finde the place Made good against thee, with my aides, my watches? My Garrisons fortified it. Thou dost nothing, Sergius, Thou canst endeuour nothing, nay not thinke, But I both see, and heare it; and am with thee, By, and before, about, and in thee, too. Call but to minde thy last nights businesse. Come, Ile vse no circumstance: at Lecca's house, The shop, and mint of your conspiracie, Among your Sword-men, where so many associates Both of thy mischiefe, and thy madnesse, met. Dar'st thou denie this? wherefore art thou silent? Speake, and this shall conuince thee: Here they are, I see 'hem, in this Senate, that were with thee. O you immortall Gods! in what clime are wee? What region do we liue in? in what ayre? VVhat Common-wealth, or State is this we haue? Here, here, amongst vs, our owne number, Fathers, In this most holy Councell of the world, They are, that seeke the spoyle of me, of you, Of ours, of all; what I can name's too narrow: Follow the Sunne, and find not their ambition. These I behold, being Consull; Nay, I aske Their counsels of the State, as from good Patriots: Whom it were fit the axe should hew in pieces, I not so much as wound, yet, with my voyce. Thou wast, last night, with Lecca, Catiline, Your shares▪ of Italy, you there diuided; Appointed who, and whither, each should goe; What men should stay behind, in Rome, were chosen; Your offices set downe; the parts mark'd out, And places of the Citie, for the fire; Thy selfe (thou' affirmd'st) wat readie to depart, Onely, a little let there was, that stay'd thee, That I yet liu'd: Vpon the word, stept forth Three of thy crew, to rid thee of that care; Two vndertooke this morning, before day, To kill me in my bed. All this I knew, Your conuent scarce dismiss'd, arm'd all my seruants, Call'd both my brother, and friends, shut out your clients, You sent to visite mee; whose names I told To some there, of good place, before they came.