Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
ay, and it would Have been a brave one, Consul. But your part Had not then been so long, as now it is: I should have quite defeated your Oration; And slit that fine rhetorical pipe of yours, I' the first Scene. Insolent Monster! Fathers, Is it your pleasures, they shall be committed Unto some safe, but a free custody, Until the Senate can determine farther? It pleaseth well. Then, Marcus Crassus, Take you charge of Gabinius: send him home Unto your house. You Caesar, of Statilius. Cethegus shall be sent to Cornificius; And Lentulus, to Publius Lentulus Spinther, Who now is Aedile. It were best, the Praetors Carried 'em to their houses, and delivered 'hem. Let it be so. Take 'em from hence. But, first, Let Lentulus put off his Praetorship. I do resign it here unto the Senate. So, now, there's no offence done to religion. Caesar, 'twas piously, and timely urged. What do you decree to th' Allobroges? That were the lights to this discovery? A free grant from the State, of all their suits. And a reward, out of the public treasure. ay, and the title of honest men, to crown 'em. What to Volturtius? Life, and fauor's well. I ask no more. Yes, yes, some money, thou needest it. 'Twill keep thee honest: Want made thee a knave. Let Flaccus, and Pomtinius, the Praetors, Have public thanks, and Quintus Fabius Sanga, For their good service. They deserve it all. But what do we decree unto the Consul, Whose virtue, counsel, watchfulness, and wisdom, Hath freed the Commonwealth, and without tumult, Slaughter, or blood, or scarce raising a force, Rescued us all out of the jaws of Fate? We owe our Lives unto him, and our Fortunes. Our Wives, our Children, Parents, and our Gods. We all are saved, by his fortitude. The Commonwealth owes him a civicke garland. He is the only Father of his Country. Let there be public prayer, to all the Gods, Made in that name, for him. And in these words. For that he hath, by his vigilance, preserved Rome from the flame, the Senate from the sword, And all her Citizens from massacre. How are my labours more than paid, grave Fathers, In these great titles, and decreed honours! Such, as to me, first, of the civil rob, Of any man, since Rome was Rome, have happened; And from this frequent Senate: which more glads me, That I now see, you ' have sense of your own safety. If those good days come no less grateful to us, Wherein we are preserved from some great danger, Then those, wherein we're borne, and brought, to light, Because the gladness of our safety is certain, But the condition of our birth not so; And that we are saved with pleasure, but are borne Without the sense of joy: why should not, then, This day, to us, and all posterity Of ours, be had in equal fame, and honour, With that, when Romulus first reared these walls, When so much more is saved, than he built?
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I, and it would Haue bene a braue one, Consul. But your part Had not then bene so long, as now it is: I should haue quite defeated your Oration; And slit that fine rhetoricall pipe of yours, I' the first Scene. Insolent Monster! Fathers, Is it your pleasures, they shall be committed Vnto some safe, but a free custodie, Vntill the Senate can determine farder? It pleaseth well. Then, Marcus Crassus, Take you charge of Gabinius: send him home Vnto your house. You Caesar, of Statilius. Cethegus shall be sent to Cornificius; And Lentulus, to Publius Lentulus Spinther, Who now is Aedile. It were best, the Praetors Caried 'hem to their houses, and deliuered 'hem. Let it be so. Take 'hem from hence. But, first, Let Lentulus put off his Praetorship. I doe resigne it here vnto the Senate. So, now, there's no offence done to ligion. Caesar, 'twas piously, and timely vrg'd. What do you decree to th' Allobroges? That were the lights to this discouery? A free grant from the State, of all their suites. And a reward, out of the publicke treasure. I, and the title of honest men, to crowne 'hem▪ What to Volturtius? Life, and fauor's well. I aske no more. Yes, yes, some money, thou need'st it. 'Twill keepe thee honest: Want made thee a knaue. Let Flaccus, and Pomtinius, the Praetors, Haue publicke thankes, and Quintus Fabius Sanga, For their good seruice. They deserue it all. But what do we decree vnto the Consul, Whose vertue, counsell, watchfulnesse, and wisedome, Hath free'd the Common-wealth, and without tumult, Slaughter, or bloud, or scarce raysing a force, Rescu'd vs all out of the iawes of Fate? We owe our Liues vnto him, and our Fortunes. Our Wiues, our Children, Parents, and our Gods. VVe all are saued, by his fortitude. The Common-wealth owes him a ciuicke gyrland. Hee is the onely Father of his Countrey. Let there be publike prayer, to all the Gods, Made in that name, for him. And in these words. For that he hath, by his vigilance, preseru'd Rome from the flame, the Senate from the sword, And all her Citizens from massacre. How are my labours more then paid, graue Fathers, In these great titles, and decreed honors! Such, as to mee, first, of the ciuill robe, Of any man, since Rome was Rome, haue hap'ned; And from this frequent Senate: which more glads mee, That I now see, you' haue sense of your owne safety. If those good daies come no lesse gratefull to vs, Wherein we are preseru'd from some great danger, Then those, wherein w'are borne, and brought, to light, Because the gladnesse of our safety is certaine, But the condition of our birth not so; And that we are sau'd with pleasure, but are borne Without the sense of ioy: why should not, then, This day, to vs, and all posteritie Of ours, be had in equall fame, and honor, VVith that, when Romulus first reard these walles, VVhen so much more is saued, then he built?