Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.75 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And yet he cast it only in the way, To stay and serve the world. Nor did it fit His own true estimate how much it weighed, For he despised it; and esteemed it freer To keep his own way straight, and swore that he Had rather make away his whole estate In things that crossed the vulgar, than he would Be frozen up, stiff, like a sir Iohn Smith (His Countryman) in common Nobles fashions; Affecting, as the end of Noblesse were Those servile observations. It was strange. O 'tis a vexing sight to see a man Out of his way, stalk, proud as he were in; Out of his way to be officious, Observant, wary, serious, and grave, Fearful, and passionate, insulting, raging, Labour with iron Flails, to thrash down feathers Flitting in air. What one considers this, Of all that are thus out? or once endeavours, Erring to enter, on man's Right-hand path? These are too grave for brave wits: give them toys, Labour bestowed on these is harsh and thriftless. If you would Consul be (says one) of Rome, You must be watching, starting out of sleeps; Every way whisking; glorifying Plebeians, Kissing Patricians hands, Rot at their doors; Speak and do basely; every day bestow Gifts and observance upon one or other: And what's th'event of all? twelve Rods before thee, Three or four times sit for the whole Tribunal. Exhibit Circean Games; make public feasts, And for these idle outward things (says he) Wouldst thou lay on such cost, toil, spend thy spirits. And to be void of perturbation For constancy: sleep when thou wouldst have sleep, Wake when thou wouldst wake, fear nought, vex for nought, No pains wilt thou bestow? no cost? no thought? What should I say? as good consort with you, As with an Angel: I could hear you ever. Well; in, my Lord, and spend time with my Sister; And keep her from the Field with all endeavour; The Soldiers love her so; and she so madly Would take my apprehension, if it chance, That blood would flow in rivers. Heaven forbid; And all with honour your arrival speed. Here are two Lackeys sir, have message to you. What is your message? and from whom, my friends? From the Lieutenant Colonel, and the Captains, Who sent us to inform you, that the Battles Stand ready ranged, expecting but your presence, To be their honoured signal when to join, And we are charged to run by, and attend you. I come. I pray you see my running horse Brought to the back-gate to me. Instantly. Chance what can chance me; well or ill is equal In my acceptance, since I joy in neither; But go with sway of all the world together. In all successes, Fortune and the day To me alike are; I am fixed, be she Never so fickle; and will there repose, Far past the reach of any die she throws. villains, not hold him when ye had him down. Who can hold lightning? 'Sdeath a man as well Might catch a Canon Bullet in his mouth, And spit it in your hands, as take and hold him.
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And yet he cast it onely in the way, To stay and serue the world. Nor did it fit His owne true estimate how much it waigh'd, For hee despis'd it; and esteem'd it freer To keepe his owne way straight, and swore that hee Had rather make away his whole estate In things that crost the vulgar, then he would Be frozen vp, stiffe, like a sir Iohn Smith (His Countrey-man) in common Nobles fashions; Affecting, as the end of Noblesse were Those seruile obseruations▪ It was strange. O tis a vexing sight to see a man Out of his way, stalke, proud as hee were in; Out of his way to be officious, Obseruant, wary, serious, and graue, Fearefull, and passionate, insulting, raging, Labour with iron Flailes, to thresh downe feathers Flitting in ayre. What one considers this, Of all that are thus out? or once endeuours, Erring to enter, on mans Right-hand path? These are too graue for braue wits: giue them toyes, Labour bestow'd on these is harsh and thriftlesse. If you would Consull be (sayes one) of Rome, You must be watching, starting out of sleepes; Euery way whisking; gloryfying Plebeians, Kssing Patricians hands, Rot at their dores; Speake and doe basely; euy day bestow Gifts and obseruance vpon one or other: And what's th'uent of all? Twelue Rods before thee, Three or fure times sit for the whole Tribunall. Exhibite Circean Games; make publike feasts, And fr these idle outward things (sayes he) Would'st thou lay on such cost, toile, spend thy spirits. And to be voide of perturbation For constancie: sleepe when thou would'st haue sleepe, Wake whn thou would'st wake, feare nought, vexe for nought, No paines wilt thou bestow? no cost? no thought? What should I say? as good consort with you, As with an Angell: I coud heare you euer. Wll; in, my Lord, and spend time with my Sister; And keepe her from the Field with all endeauour; The Souldiers loue her so; and shee so madly Would take my apprehension, if it chance, That bloud would flow in riuers. Heauen forbid; And all with honour your arriuall speede. Here are two Lackies sir, haue message to you. What is your message? and from whom, my friends? From the Lieutenant Colonell, and the Captaines, Who sent vs to informe you, that the Battailes Stand ready rang'd, expecting but your presence, To be their honor'd signall when to ioyne, And we are charg'd to runne by, and attend you. I come. I pray you see my running horse Brought to the backe-gate to mee. Instantly. Chance what can chance mee; well or ill is equall In my acceptance, since I ioy in neyther; Bt goe with sway of all the world together. In all successes, Fortune and the day To mee alike are; I am fixt, be shee Neuer so fickle; and will there repose, Farre past the reach of any Dye she throwes. VIllaines, not hold him when ye had him downe. Who can hold lightning? Sdeath a man as well Might catch a Canon Bullet in his mouth, And spit it in your hands, as take and hold him.