Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Yes, ay, and Quintus Catulus can affirm it. he's lost, and gone. His spirits have forsook him. If this be so, why, Catiline, dost thou stay? Go, where thou meanest: The Ports are open; forth. The Camp abroad wants thee, their Chief, too long. Led with thee all thy troops out. Purge the City. Draw dry that noisome, and pernicious sink, Which left, behind thee, would infect the world. Thou wilt free me of all my fears, at once, To see a wall between us. Dost thou stop To do that now, commanded; which before, Of thine own choice, thou'rt prone to? Go. The Consul Bids thee, an enemy, to depart the City. Whither, thou'lt ask? to exile? I not bid Thee that. But ask my counsel, I persuade it. What is there, here, in Rome, that can delight thee? Where not a soul, without thine own foul knot, But fears, and hates thee. What domestic note Of private filthiness, but is burnt in Into thy life? What close, and secret shame, But is grown one, with thy known infamy? What lust was ever absent from thine eyes? What lewd fact from thy hands? what wickedness From thy whole body? where's that youth drawn in Within thy nets, or catched up with thy baits, Before whose rage, thou hast not borne a sword, And to whose lusts thou hast not ' held a torch? Thy latter Nuptials I let pass in silence; Where sins incredible, on sins, were heaped: Which I not name, lest, in a civil State, So monstrous facts should either appear to be, Or not to be revenged. Thy Fortunes, too, I glance not at, which hang but till next Ides. I come to that, which is more known, more public; The life, and safety of us all, by thee Threatened, and sought. Stoodst thou not in the field, When Lepidus, and Tullus were our Consuls, Upon the day of choice, armed, and with forces, To take their lives, and our chief Citizens; When, not thy fear, nor conscience changed thy mind, But the mere fortune of the Commonwealth Withstood thy active malice? Speak but right. How often hast thou made attempt on me? How many of thy assaults have I declined With shifting but my body, (as we'd say) Wrested thy dagger from thy hand, how oft? how often hath it fallen, or slipped by chance? Yet can thy side not want it: which, how vowed, Or with what rites, 'tis sacred of thee, I know not, That still thou mak'st it a necessity, To fix it in the body of a Consul. But let me lose this way, and speak to thee, Not as one moved with hatred, which I ought, But pity, of which none is owing thee. No more than unto Tantalus, or Tityus.
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Yes, I, and Quintus Catulus can affirme it. Hee's lost, and gone. His spirits haue forsooke him. If this be so, why, Catiline, dost thou stay? Goe, where thou meanst: The Ports are open; forth. The Campe abroad wants thee, their Chiefe, too long. Lead with thee all thy troupes out. Purge the Citie. Draw drie that noysome, and pernicious sinke, Which left, behind thee, would infect the world. Thou wilt free me of all my feares, at once, To see a wall betweene vs. Dost thou stop To do that now, commanded; which before, Of thine owne choise, thou'rt prone to? Goe. The Consul Bids thee, an enemy, to depart the Citie. Whither, thou'lt aske? to exile? I not bid Thee that. But aske my counsell, I perswade it. VVhat is there, here, in Rome, that can delight thee? Where not a soule, without thine owne foule knot, But feares, and hates thee. What domesticke note Of priuate filthinesse, but is burnt in Into thy life? What close, and secret shame, But is growne one, with thy knowne infamy? What lust was euer absent from thine eyes? What lewd fact from thy hands? what wickednesse From thy whole body? where's that youth drawne in VVithin thy nets, or catch'd vp with thy baytes, Before whose rage, thou hast not borne a sword, And to whose lusts thou hast not 'held a torch? Thy latter Nuptials I let passe in silence; VVhere sinnes incredible, on sinnes, were heapt: Which I not name, lest, in a ciuill State, So monstrous facts should eyther appeare to bee, Or not to be reueng'd. Thy Fortunes, too, I glance not at, which hang but till next Ides. I come to that, which is more knowne, more publick; The life, and safety of vs all, by thee Threatned, and sought. Stood'st thou not in the field, VVhen Lepidus, and Tullus were our Consuls, Vpon the day of choyse, arm'd, and with forces, To take their liues, and our chiefe Citizens; When, not thy feare, nor consciēce chang'd thy mind, But the meere fortune of the Common-wealth VVithstood thy actiue malice? Speake but right. How often hast thou made attempt on mee? How many of thy assaults haue I declin'd VVith shifting but my bodie, (as wee'ld say) VVrested thy dagger from thy hand, how ot? Ho often ah i falne, or slip't by chance? Yet can hy ide not want it: which, how vow'd, Or with what rites, 'tis acred of thee, I know not, That still thou mak'st it a necessitie, To fixe it in the bodie of a Consul. But let me loose this way, and speake to thee, Not as one mou'd with hatred, which I ought, But pitty, of which none is owing thee. No more then vnto Tantalus, or Tityus.