Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
As they are short in number, or in cause. The second sort are of those (City-beasts, Rather than Citizens) who whilst they reach After our fortunes, have let fly their own; These, whelmed in wine, swelled up with meats, and weakened With hourly whoredoms, never left the side Of Catiline, in Rome; nor, here, are loosed From his embraces: Such, as (trust me) never In riding, or in using well their arms, Watching, or other military labour, Did exercise their youth; but learned to love, Drink, dance, and sing, make feasts, and be fine gamesters. And these will wish more hurt to ' you, than they bring you. The rest are a mixed kind, all sorts of furies▪ Adulterers, Dicers, Fencers, Outlaws, thieves, The Murderers of their Parents, all the sink, And plague of Italy, met in one torrent, To take, to day, from us the punishment, Due to their mischiefs, for so many years. And who, in such a cause, and against such fiends, Would not now wish himself all arm, and weapon? To cut such poisons from the earth, and let Their blood out, to be drawn away in clouds, And poured, on some inhabitable place, Where the hot Sun, and Slime breeds nought but Monsters? Chiefly, when this sure joy shall crown our side, That the least man, that falls upon our party This day (as some must give their happy names To fate, and that eternal memory Of the best death, writ with it, for their Country) Shall walk at pleasure, in the tents of rest; And see far off, beneath him, all their host Tormented after life: and Catiline, there, Walking a wretched, and less Ghost, than he. I'll urge no more: Move forward, with your Eagles, And trust the Senates, and Rome's cause to Heaven. To thee, great Father Mars, and greater Ioue. I Ever looked for this of Lentulus, When Catiline was gone. I gave 'em lost, Many days since. But, wherefore did you bear Their letter to the Consul, that they sent you, To warn you from the City? Did I know Whether he made it? It might come from him, For aught I could assure me: if they meant, I should be safe, among so many, they might Have come, as well as writ. There is no loss In being secure. I have, of late, too, plied him, Thick, with intelligences, but they ' have been Of things he knew before. A little serves To keep a man upright, on these State-bridges, Although the passage were more dangerous. Let us now take the standing part. We must, And be as zealous for't, as Cato. Yet I would fain help these wretched men. You cannot. Who would save them, that have betrayed themselves? I Will not be wrought to it, Brother Quintus. There's no man's private enmity shall make Me violate the dignity of another. If there were proof against Caesar, or who ever, To speak him guilty, I would so declare him. But Quintus Catulus, and Piso both, Shall know, the Consul will not, for their grudge, Have any man accused, or named falsely.
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As they are short in number, or in cause. The second sort are of those (Citty-beasts, Rather then Citizens) who whilst they reach After our fortunes, haue let flie their owne; These, whelm'd in wine, swell'd vp with meates, and weakned With hourely whoredomes, neuer left the side Of Catiline, in Rome; nor, here, are loos'd From his embraces: Such, as (trust me) neuer In riding, or in vsing well their armes, Watching, or other militarie labor, Did exercise their youth; but learn'd to loue, Drinke, dance, and sing, make feasts, and be fine gamsters. And these will wish more hurt to' you, then they bring you. The rest are a mixt kinde, all sorts of furies▪ Adulterers, Dicers, Fencers, Outlawes, Theeues, The Murderers of their Parents, all the sinke, And plague of Italie, met in one torrent, To take, to day, from vs the punishment, Due to their mischiefs, for so many yeares. And who, in such a cause, and 'gainst such fiends, Would not now wish himselfe all arme, and weapon? To cut such poysons from the earth, and let Their blood out, to be drawne away in cloudes, And pour'd, on some inhabitable place, Where the hot Sunne, and Slime breedes nought but Monsters? Chiefly, when this sure ioy shall crowne our side, That the least man, that falles vpon our party This day (as some must giue their happy names To fate, and that eternall memory Of the best death, writ with it, for their Countrey) Shall walke at pleasure, in the tents of rest; And see farre off, beneath him, all their host Tormented after life: and Catiline, there, VValking a wretched, and lesse Ghost, then he. Ile vrge no more: Moue forward, with your Eagles, And trust the Senates, and Romes cause to Heauen. To thee, great Father Mars, and greater Ioue. I Euer look'd for this of Lentulus, When Catiline was gone. I gaue 'hem lost, Many dayes since. But, wherefore did you beare Their letter to the Consul, that they sent you, To warne you from the City? Did I know Whether he made it? It might come from him, For ought I could assure me: if they meant, I should be safe, among so many, they might Haue come, as well as writ. There is no losse In being secure. I haue, of late, too, ply'd him, Thicke, with intelligences, but they' haue beene Of things he knew before. A little serues To keepe a man vpright, on these State-bridges, Although the passage were more dangerous. Let vs now take the standing part. We must, And be as zealous or't, as Cato. Yet I would faine helpe these wretched men. You cannot▪ Who would saue them, that haue betraid themselues? I Will not be wrought to it, Brother Quintus. There's no mans priuate enmity shall make Me violate the dignity of another. If there were proofe 'gainst Caesar, or who euer, To speake him guilty, I would so declare him. But Quintus Catulus, and Piso both, Shall know, the Consul will not, for their grudge, Haue any man accus'd, or named falsly.