Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Here's not the hundred part. Call in the Fencer, That we may know the arms to all these weapons. Come, my brave Swordplayer, to what active use, Was all this steel provided? Had you asked In Sulla's days, it had been to cut throats; But, now, it was to look on, only: I loved To see good blades, and feel their edge, and points. To put a helm upon a block, and cleave it, And, now and then, to stab an armour through. Know you that paper? That will stab you through. Is it your hand? Hold, save the pieces. Traitor, Hath thy guilt waked thy fury? I did write, I know not what; nor care not: That Fool Lentulus Did dictate▪ and I other Fool, did sign it. Bring in Statilius: Does he know his hand too? And Lentulus. Reach him that letter. I Confess it all. Know you that seal yet, Publius? Yes, it is mine. Whose image is that, on it? My Grandfathers. What, that renowned good man, That did so only ' embrace his Countrey', and loved His fellow Citizens! Was not his picture, Though mute, of power to call thee from a fact, So foul.— As what, impetuous Cicero? As thou art, for I do not know what's fouler. Look upon these. Do not these faces argue Thy guilt, and impudence? What are these to me? I know 'em not. No Publius? we were with you, At Brutus' house. Last night. What did you there? Who sent for you? Yourself did. We had letters From you, Cethegus, this Statilius here, Gabinius Cimber, all, but from Longinus, Who would not write, because he was to come Shortly, in person, after us (he said) To take the charge o'the horse, which we should levy. And he is fled, to Catiline, I hear. Spies? spies? You told us too, o'the Sibylls' books▪ And how you were to be a King, this year, The twentieth, from the burning of the Capitol. That three Cornelijs were to reign, in Rome, Of which you were the last: and praised Cethegus, And the great spirits, were with you, in the action. These are your honourable Ambassadors, My Sovereign Lord. Peace, that too bold Cethegus. Besides Gabinius, your Agent, named Autronius, Servius Silvius, Vargunteius, And divers others. I had letters from you, To Catiline, and a message, which I have told Unto the Senate, truly, word for word: For which, I hope, they will be gracious to me. I was drawn in, by that same wicked Cimber, And thought no hurt at all. Volturtius, peace. Where is thy visor, or thy voice, now, Lentulus? Art thou confounded? Wherefore speakest thou not? Is all so clear, so plain, so manifest, That both thy eloquence, and impudence, And thy ill nature, too, have left thee, at once? Take him aside. There's yet one more. Gabinius, The Engineer of all. Show him that paper, If he do know it? I know nothing.
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Here's not the hundred part. Call in the Fencer, That we may know the armes to all these weapons. Come, my braue Sword-player, to what actiue vse, Was all this steele prouided? Had you ask'd In Syllas dayes, it had beene to cut throtes; But, now, it was to looke on, only: I lou'd To see good blades, and feele their edge, and points. To put a helme vpon a blocke, and cleaue it, And, now and then, to stabbe an armour through. Know you that paper? That will stabbe you through. Is it your hand? Hold, saue the peeces. Traytor, Hath thy guilt wak'd thy fury? I did write, I know not what; nor care not: That Foole Lentulus Did dictate▪ and I tother Foole, did igne it. Bring in Statilius: Do's he know his hand too? And Lentulus. Reach him that letter. I Confesse it all. Know you that seale yet, Publius? Yes, it is mine. Whose image is that, on it? My Grandfathers. What, that renowm'd good man, That did so only' embrace his Countrey', and lou'd His fellow Citizens! Was not his picture, Though mute, of power to call thee from a fact, So foule.— As what, impetuous Cicero? As thou art, for I doe not know what's fouler. Looke vpon these. Doe not these faces argue Thy guilt, and impudence? VVhat are these to me? I know 'hem not. No Publius? we were with you, At Brutus house. Last night. What did you there? VVho sent for you? Your selfe did. We had letters From you, Cethegus, this Statilius here, Gabinius Cimber, all, but from Longinus, VVho would not write, because he was to come Shortly, in person, after vs (he said) To take the charge o'the horse, which we should leuy. And he is fled, to Catiline, I heare. Spies? spies? You told vs too, o'the Sibylls bookes▪ And how you were to be a King, this yeare, The twentieth, from the burning of the Capitol. That three Cornelij were to raigne, in Rome, Of which you were the last: and prais'd Cethegus, And the great spirits, were with you, in the action. These are your honorable Ambassadors, My Soueraigne Lord. Peace, that too bold Cethegus. Besides Gabinius, your Agent, nam'd Autronius, Seruius Sulla, Vargunteius, And diuers others. I had letters from you, To Catiline, and a message, which I' haue told Vnto the Senate, truly, word for word: For which, I hope, they will be gracious to mee. I was drawne in, by that same wicked Cimber, And thought no hurt at all. Volturtius, peace. VVhere is thy visor, or thy voyce, now, Lentulus? Art thou confounded? Wherefore speak'st thou not? Is all so cleare, so plaine, so manifest, That both thy eloquence, and impudence, And thy ill nature, too, haue left thee, at once? Take him aside. There's yet one more. Gabinius, The Enginer of all. Shew him that paper, If he do know it? I know nothing.