Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Good Sir, There are of us can be as exquisite Traitors, As ere a male-Conspirator of you all. ay, at smock-treason, Matron, I believe you; And if I were your husband; But when I Trust to your cobweb-bosomes any other Let me there die a Fly; and feast you, Spider. You are too sour, and harsh Cethegus. You Are kind, and courtly. I'd be torn in pieces, With wild Hippolytus, nay prove the death, Every limb over, ere I'd trust a woman, With wind, could I retain it. Sir. They'll be trusted With as good secrets, yet, as you have any, And carry 'em too, as close, and as concealed, As you shall for your heart. I'll not contend with you Either in tongue, or carriage, good Calypso: Th' Ambassadors are come. Thanks to thee Mercury, That so hast rescued me. How now, Volturtius? They do desire some speech with you, in private. O! 'tis about the prophecy, belike, And promise of the Sibylls'; it may be. Shun they, to treat with me, too? No, good Lady, You may partake: I have told 'em, who you are. I should be loath to be left out, and here too. Can these, or such, be any aids, to us? Look they, as they were built to shake the world, Or be a moment to our enterprise? A thousand, such as they are, could not make One Atom of our souls. They should be men Worth Heavens fear, that looking up, but thus, Would make Ioue stand upon his guard, and draw Himself within his Thunder; which, amazed, He should discharge in vain, and they unhurt. Or, if they were, like Capaneus, at Thebes, They should hang dead, upon the highest spires, And ask the second charge, to be thrown down. Why, Lentulus, talk you so long? This time Had been enough, t'have scattered all the Stars, T'have quenched the Sun, and Moon, and made the World Despair of day, or any light, but ours. How do you like this spirit? In such men, Mankind doth live. They are such souls, as these, That move the world. ay, though he bear me hard, I, yet, must do him right. He is a spirit. Of the right Martian breed. He is a Mars. Would we had time to live here, and admire him. Well, I do see you would prevent the Consul. And I commend your care: It was but reason, To ask our Letters, and we had prepared them. Go in, and we will take an oath, and seal 'hem. You shall have Letters, too, to Catiline, To visit him i'the way, and to confirm The association. This our friend, Volturtius, Shall go along with you. Tell our great General, That we are ready here; that Lucius Bestia The Tribune, is provided of a speech, To lay the envy of the war on Cicero; That all but long for his approach, and person: And then, you are made Freemen, as ourselves.
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Good Sir, There are of vs can be as exquisite Traytors, As ere a male-Conspirator of you all. I, at smock-treason, Matron, I beleeue you; And if I were your husband; But when I Trust to your cobweb-bosomes any other Let me there die a Flie; and feast you, Spider. You are too sowre, and harsh Cethegus. You Are kinde, and courtly. Il'd be torne in pieces, VVith wilde Hippolytus, nay proue the death, Euery limbe ouer, ere I'ld trust a woman, With wind, could I retaine it. Sir. They'll be trusted With as good secrets, yet, as you haue any, And carry 'hem too, as close, and as conceald, As you shall for your heart. Ile not contend with you Eyther in tongue, or cariage, good Calipso: Th' Ambasadors are come. Thanks to thee Mercury, That so hast rescu'd mee. How now, Volturtius? They doe desire some speech with you, in priuate. O! tis about the prophecie, belike, And promise of the Sibylls; it may bee. Shunne they, to treat with mee, too? No, good Lady, You may partake: I haue told 'hem, who you are. I should be loath to be left out, and here too. Can these, or such, be any aydes, to vs? Looke they, as they were built to shake the world, Or be a moment to our enterprise? A thousand, such as they are, could not make One Atome of our soules. They should be men VVorth Heauens feare, that looking vp, but thus, VVould make Ioue stand vpon his guard, and draw Himselfe within his Thonder; which, amaz'd, He should discharge in vaine, and they vnhurt. Or, if they were, like Capaneus, at Thebes, They should hang dead, vpon the highest spires, And aske the second charge, to be throwne downe. VVhy, Lentulus, talke you so long? This time Had bene enough, t'haue scatter'd all the Starres, T'haue quench'd the Sunne, and Moone, and made the World Despaire of day, or any light, but ours. How doe you like this spirit? In such men, Mankind doth liue. They are such soules, as these, That moue the world. I, though he beare me hard, I, yet, must do him right. He is a spirit. Of the right Martian breed. He is a Mars. VVould we had time to liue here, and admire him. Well, I doe see you would preuent the Consul. And I commend your care: It was but reason, To aske our Letters, and we had prepar'd them. Goe in, and we will take an oath, and eale 'hem. You shall haue Letters, too, to Catiline, To visite him i'the way, and to confirme The association. This our friend, Volturtius, Shall goe along with you. Tell our great Generall, That we are readie here; that Lucius Bestia The Tribune, is prouided of a speach, To lay the enuie of the warre on Cicero; That all but long for his approach, and person: And then, you are made Freemen, as our selues.