Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
This it is. You here dispute, on kinds of punishment, And stand consulting, what you should decree Against those, of whom, you rather should beware. This mischief is not like those common facts, Which, when they are done, the laws may prosecute. But this, if you provide not, ere it happen, When it is happened, will not wait your judgement. Good Caius Caesar, here, hath very well, And subtly discoursed of life, and death, As if he thought those things, a pretty fable, That are delivered us of Hell, and Furies, Or of the divers way, that ill men go From good, to filthy, dark, and ugly places. And therefore he would have these live; and long too; But far from Rome, and in the small free Towns, Lest, here, they might have rescue: As if Men, Fit for such acts, were only in the City, And not throughout all Italy? or that boldness Could not do more, where it found least resistance? 'tis a vain Counsel, if he think them dangerous. Which, if he do not, but that he alone In so great fear of all men, stand unfrighted, He gives me cause, and you, more to fear him. I am plain, Fathers. Here you look about, One at another, doubting what to do: With faces, as you trusted to the Gods, That still have saved you; and they can do't: But They are not wish, or base womanish prayers Can draw their aids: but vigilance, counsel, action: Which they will be ashamed to forsake. 'tis sloth they hate, and cowardice. Here you have The Traitors in your houses, yet you stand Fearing what to do with 'em; Let 'em lose, And send 'em hence with arms too; that your Mercy May turn your misery, as soon as't can. O, but, they, are great men, and have offended But through ambition. We would spare their honour: I, if themselves had spared it, or their fame, Or modesty, or either God, or Man: Then I would spare 'hem. But, as things now stand, Fathers, to spare these men, were to commit A greater wickedness, than you would revenge. If there had been but time, and place for you, To have repaired this fault, you should have made it; It should have been your punishment, to'haue felt Your tardy error: But necessity, Now, bids me say let 'em not live an hour, If you mean Rome should live a day. I have done. Cato hath spoken like an Oracle, Let it be so decreed. We all were fearful. And had been base, had not his virtue raised us. Go forth, most worthy Consul, we'll assist you. I'm not yet changed in my sentence, Fathers. No matter. What be those? Letters, for Caesar. From whom? let'hem be read, in open Senate; Fathers, they come from the Conspirators. I crave to have 'em read, for the Republic. Cato, read you it. 'tis a Love-letter, From your dear sister, to me: though you hate me. Do not discover it. Hold thee drunkard. Consul. Go forth, and confidently.
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This it is. You here dispute, on kinds of punishment, And stand consulting, what you should decree 'Gainst those, of whom, you rather should beware. This mischiefe is not like those common facts, Which, when they are done, the lawes may prosequute. But this, if you prouide not, ere it happen, When it is happen'd, will not waite your iudgment. Good Caius Caesar, here, hath very well, And subtilly discours'd of life, and death, As if he thought those things, a prety fable, That are deliuer'd vs of Hell, and Furies, Or of the diuers way, that ill men goe From good, to filthy, darke, and ougly places. And therefore he would haue these liue; and long too; But farre from Rome, and in the small free Townes, Lest, here, they might haue rescue: As if Men, Fit for such acts, were only in the City, And not throughout all Italie? or that boldnesse Could not doe more, where it found least resistance? Tis a vaine Counsaile, if he thinke them dangerous. Which, if he doe not, but that he alone In so great feare of all men, stand vnfrighted, He gius me cause, and you, more to feare him. I am plaine, Fathers. Here you looke about, One at another, doubting what to doe: VVith faces, as you trusted to the Gods, That still haue sau'd you; and they can do't: But They are not wishings, or base womanish prayers Can draw their aides: but vigilance, counsell, action: VVhich they will be ashamed to forsake▪ Tis sloth they hate, and cowardise. Here you haue The Traytors in your houses, yet you stand Fearing what to doe with 'hem; Let 'hem loose, And send 'hem hence with armes too; that your Mercy May turne your misery, as soone as't can. O, but, they, are great men, and haue offended But through ambition. We would spare their honor: I, if themselues had spar'd it, or their fame, Or modestie, or eyther God, or Man: Then I would spare 'hem. But, as things now stand, Fathers, to spare these men, were to commit A greater wickednesse, then you would reuenge. If there had bene but time, and place for you, To haue repair'd this fault, you should haue made it; It should haue bene your punishment, to'haue felt Your tardie error: But necessity, Now, bids me say let 'hem not liue an hower, If you meane Rome should liue a day. I haue done. Cato hath spoken like an Oracle, Let it be so decreed. We all were fearefull. And had bene base, had not his vertue rais'd vs. Go forth, most worthy Consul, wee'll assist you. I'am not yet changd in my sentence, Fathers. No matter. What be those? Letters, for Caesar. From whom? let'hem be read, in open Senate; Fathers, they come from the Conspirators. I craue to haue 'hem read, for the Republique. Cato, reade you it. Tis a Loue-letter, From your deare sister, to me: though you hate me. Do not discouer it. Hold thee dronkard. Consul. Goe forth, and confidently.