Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Aids of all kinds, both shipwrecked minds & fortunes: Not only the grown evil, that now is sprung, And sprouted forth, would be plucked up, & weeded; But the stock, root, and seed of all the mischiefs, Choking the Commonwealth. Where, should we take Of such a swarm of traitors, only him, Our cares, and fears might seem a while relieved, But the main peril would bide still enclosed Deep, in the veins, and bowels of the State. As human bodies, labouring with fevers, While they are tossed with heat, if they do take Cold water, seem for that short space much eased, But afterward, are ten times more afflicted. Wherhfore, I say, let all this wicked crew Depart, divide themselves from good men, gather Their forces to one head; as I said oft, Let 'em be severed from us with a wall; Let 'em leave off attempts, upon the Consul, In his own house; to circle in the Praetor; To girt the Court with weapons; to prepare Fire, and balls, swords, torches, sulphur, brands: In short, let it be writ in each man's forehead What thoughts he bears the Public. I here promise, Father's Conscript, to you, and to myself, That diligence in us Consuls, for my honoured Colleague, abroad, and for myself, at home; So great authority in you; so much Virtue, in these, the Gentlemen of Rome; Whom I could scarce restrain to day, in zeal, From seeking out the Parricide, to slaughter; So much consent in all good men, and minds, As, on the going out of this one Catiline▪ All shall be clear, made plain, oppressed, revenged. And, with this omen, go, pernicious plague, Out of the City, to the wished destruction Of thee, and those, that, to the ruin of her, Have ta'en that bloody, and black sacrament. Thou Iupiter, whom we do call the STAYER Both of this City, and this Empire, wilt (With the same auspice thou didst raise it first) Drive from thy Altars, and all other Temples, And Buildings of this City; from our Walls; Lives, states, and fortunes of our Citizens; This fiend, this fury, with his complices. And all the offence of good men (these known traitors Unto their country, thieves of Italy, Joined in so damned a league of mischief) thou Wilt with perpetual plagues, alive, and dead, Punish for Rome, and save her innocent head. If an Oration, or high language, Fathers, Could make me guilty, here is one, hath done it: HE has strove to emulate this morning's thunder, With his prodigious rhetoric. But I hope, This Senate is more grave, then to give credit Rashly to all he vomits, against a man Of your own Order, a Patrician; And one, whose ancestors have more deserved Of Rome, than this man's eloquence could utter, Turned the best way, as still, it is the worst. His eloquence hath more deserved to day, Speaking thy ill, than all thy ancestors Did, in their good: And that the State will find, Which he hath saved.
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Aids of all kinds, both shipwrackd minds & fortunes: Not onely the growne euill, that now is sprung, And sprouted forth, would be pluck'd vp, & weeded; But the stocke, roote, and seed of all the mischiefes, Choking the Common-wealth. Where, should we take Of such a swarme of traytors, onely him, Our cares, and feares might seeme a while relieu'd, But the maine perill would bide still enclos'd Deepe, in the veines, and bowels of the State. As humane bodies, laboring with feuers, VVhile they are tost with heate, if they do take Cold water, seeme for that short space much eas'd, But afterward, are ten times more afflicted. VVherefore, I say, let all this wicked crew Depart, diuide themselues from good men, gather Their forces to one head; as I said oft, Let 'hem be seuer'd from vs with a wall; Let 'hem leaue off attempts, vpon the Consul, In his owne house; to circle in the Praetor; To girt the Court with weapons; to prepare Fire, and balles, swords, torches, sulphure, brands: In short, let it be writ in each mans forehead What thoughts he beares the Publike. I here promise, Fathers Conscript, to you, and to my selfe, That diligence in vs Consulls, for my honour'd Colleague, abroad, and for my selfe, at home; So great authority in you; so much Vertue, in these, the Gentlemen of Rome; VVhom I could scarce restraine to day, in zeale, From seeking out the Parricide, to slaughter; So much consent in all good men, and minds, As, on the going out of this one Catiline▪ All shall be cleare, made plaine, oppress'd, reueng'd. And, with this omen, go, pernicious plague, Out of the Citie, to the wish'd destruction Of thee, and those, that, to the ruine of her, Haue tane that bloudy, and blacke sacrament. Thou Iupiter, whom we do call the STAYER Both of this Citie, and this Empire, wilt (With the same auspice thou didst raise it first) Driue from thy Altars, and all other Temples, And Buildings of this City; from our Walles; Liues, states, and fortunes of our Citizens; This fiend, this fury, with his complices. And all the' offence of good men (these knowne traitors Vnto their country, theeues of Italie, Ioyn'd in so damn'd a league of mischiefe) thou Wilt with perpetuall plagues, aliue, and dead, Punish for Rome, and saue her innocent head. If an Oration, or high language, Fathers, Could make me guilty, here is one, hath done it: H' has stroue to aemulate this mornings thunder, With his prodigious rhetoricke. But I hope, This Senate is more graue, then to giue credit Rashly to all he vomits, 'gainst a man Of your owne Order, a Patrician; And one, whose ancestors haue more deseru'd Of Rome, then this mans eloquence could vtter, Turn'd the best way, as still, it is the worst. His eloquence hath more deseru'd to day, Speaking thy ill, then all thy ancestors Did, in their good: And that the State will finde, Which he hath sau'd.