Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
No? No. Nor I will not know. Impudent head? Stick it into his throat; were I the Consul, I'd make thee eat the mischief, thou haft vented. Is there a Law for't, Cato? Dost thou ask After a Law, that wouldst have broke all laws, Of Nature, Manhood, Conscience, and Religion. Yes, I may ask for't. No, pernicious Cimber, Th'inquiring after good, does not belong Unto a wicked person. ay, but Cato Does nothing, but by law. Take him aside. There's proof enough, though he confess not. Stay I will confess. All's true, your spies have told you. Make much of'hem. Yes, and reward 'em well, For fear you get no more such, See, they do not Die in a ditch, and stink, now you ha' done with 'em; Or beg, o'the bridges, here in Rome, whose Arches Their active industry hath saved. See, Fathers, What minds, and spirits these are, that, being convicted Of such a treason, and by such a cloud Of witnesses, dare yet retain their boldness? What would their rage have done, if they had conquered? I thought, when I had thrust out Catiline, Neither the State, nor I, should need t'have feared Lentulus' sleep here, or Longinus fat, Or this Cethegus rashness; It was he, I only watched, while he was in our walls, As one, that had the brain, the hand, the heart. Bnt now, we finde the contrary. Where was there A People grieved, or a State discontent, Able to make, or help a war against Rome, But these, th' Allobroges, and those they found? Whom had not the just Gods been pleased to make More friends unto our safety, than their own, As it then seemed, neglecting these men's offers, Where had we been? or where the Commonwealth? When their great Chief had been called home; This man, Their absolute King, (whose noble Grandfather, Armed in pursuit of the seditious Gracchus, took a brave wound, for dear defence of that, Which he would spoil) had gathered all his aids Of Ruffians, Slaves, and other Slaughtermen; Given us up for murder, to Cethegus; The other rank of Citizens, to Gabinius; The City, to be fired by Cassius; And Italy, nay the world, to be laid waist By cursed Catiline, and his complices. Lay but the thought of it, before you, Fathers, Think but with me you saw this glorious City, The Light of all the earth, Tower of all Nations, Suddenly falling in one flame. Imagine, You viewed your Country buried with the heaps Of slaughtered Citizens, that had no grave; This Lentulus here, reigning, (as he dreamed) And those his purple Senate; Catiline come With his fierce army; and the cries of Matrons, The flight of Children, and the rape of Virgins, Shrieks of the living, with the dying groans On every side t' invade your sense; until The blood of Rome, were mixed with her ashes. This was the Spectacle these fiends intended To please their malice.
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No? No. Nor I will not know. Impudent head? Sticke it into his throate; were I the Consul, Il'd make thee eate the mischiefe, thou haft vented. Is there a Law for't, Cato? Dost thou aske After a Law, that would'st haue broke all lawes, Of Nature, Manhood, Conscience, and Religion. Yes, I may aske for't. No, pernicious Cimber, " Th'inquiring after good, do's not belong " Vnto a wicked person. I, but Cato Do's nothing, but by law. Take him aside. There's proofe enough, though he confesse not. Stay I will confesse. All's true, your spies haue told you. Make much of'hem. Yes, and reward 'hem well, For feare you get no more such, See, they do not Die in a ditch, and stinke, now you ha' done with 'hem; Or beg, o'the bridges, here in Rome, whose Arches Their actiue industrie hath sau'd. Se, Fathers, VVhat mindes, and spirits these are, that, being conuicted Of such a treason, and by such a cloud Of witnesses, dare yet retaine their boldnesse? What would their rage haue done, if they had conquerd? I thought, when I had thrust out Catiline, Neither the State, nor I, should neede t'haue fear'd Lentulus sleepe here, or Longinus fat, Or this Cethegus rashnesse; It was he, I only watch'd, while he was in our walles, As one, that had the braine, the hand, the heart. Bnt now, we finde the contrary. Where was there A People grieu'd, or a State discontent, Able to make, or helpe a warre 'gainst Rome, But these, th' Allobroges, and those they found? Whom had not the iust Gods beene pleas'd to make More friends vnto our safety, then their owne, As it then seem'd, neglecting these mens offers, Where had we beene? or where the Common-wealth? When their great Chiefe had beene call'd home; This man, Their absolute King, (whose noble Grandfather, Arm'd in pursute of the seditious Gracchus, Tooke a braue wound, for deare defence of that, Which he would spoile) had gather'd all his aides Of Ruffins, Slaues, and other Slaughter-men; Giuen vs vp for murder, to Cethegus; The' other ranke of Citizens, to Gabinius; The Citty, to be fird by Cassius; And Italie, nay the world, to be laid wast By cursed Catiline, and his complices. Lay but the thought of it, before you, Fathers, Thinke but with me you saw this glorious Citty, The Light of all the earth, Tower of all Nations, Sodainly falling in one flame. Imagine, You view'd your Countrey buried with the heapes Of slaughter'd Citizens, that had no graue; This Lentulus here, raigning, (as he dreamp't) And those his purple Senate; Catiline come With his fierce army; and the cries of Matrons, The flight of Children, and the rape of Virgins, Shriekes of the liuing, with the dying grones On euery side t' inuade your sense; vntill The blood of Rome, were mixed with her ashes. This was the Spectacle these fiends intended To please their malice.