Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
But I have bedded the fair Muses nine, Slept in the bosom of Melpomene, Have rid upon the wings of Pegasus, Drunk down a flood of sparkling Hyppocren, Keep a perpetual moisture in my head, Hating such dilatory sloth of men, From whose weak brains the rotten papers shed, Like leaves in autumn; I account him quick Who is by nature so; with small intent Such (as myself) may be proficient: I could now turn conceited stage rite, And represent I will, with feeling strains, The Ghost of Crassus, or crack all my veins: Suppose me then the Ghost of that old man, That sorry man, my ribs transfixed with steel, Or with a tempest of the Scythian darts, My wounded carcase black with bloody gore, Long sleeped in frosty stupor, to arise, With squalid raiment from the waves of bell, And unto Pompey apparitions tell: Will you great Pompey, patron of my cause, Who didst by solemn oath, vow full revenge? Will you, the comfort of my funerals, Tomb to my ashes, and my naked bones? Will you, will Pompey prove delinquent? he, Who hath in love to Crassus, threatened stabs, Death and destruction till deep wounds increase, Can he love Crassus foe, and seek for peace? Bleed then my gaping and forgotten wounds Bleed e'en afresh, or let my frozen blood, Like a congealed syrup, now dissolve, After such cloudy seasons of the year, Such heavy sorrow, and such doubtful fear: After so many dismal nights and days, So many tempests of the Stygian Bark, And prophesy, things fatal, true, but dark: Calamity made famous by extremes Erected in a marble monument, Shall by her often meeting vex thy mind, Else by opposed number make thee blind: Horror and ruin (Pompey) shall affront Thy shameless fortunes, thy foul negligence, Cities at thy subversion shall rejoice The skulls and trophies of thy captains loss The victor shall upon his javelin toss; Where swift Euphrates, sent such worthy names To black oblivion, and the tumbling waves Of big-swollen Tigris, cast my carcase dead Upon the margin of that muddy shore, And gave to earth what Neptune could not keep, Having once cast my wounded limbs asleep: There shall thy woe approach, and Pompey know If quick avoidance be not difficult, Thou then more easily mightst atone the strife Which thy proud factious Nephew hath begun, Raging amid the heart of Thessaly. Think but a while upon the Roman orb, Think of thy friends at home, think who they are, And those few friends with watchful foes compare: Think yet of Egypt, her seven-headed gulf, join with Egyptian Ptolemy, and thrive, His high tuition appertains to thee, Tender his nonage, aim at Egypt's throne, Whose King hath but the shadow of a name, Because a childish infant, lacking fame, And fear, (the substance of a Diadem) Nor think the old allegiance to their kings, Can so estrange the people's love to thee, But know the state of kingdoms be most mild, If, or, the King is new, or is a child: Both do concur to crown thy happiness, Set sail for Egypt, make thy covenant there, Oppose the Parthi, and depopulate The fields, where Crassus did enjoy his fate: Say, from the cinders of a slaughtered man, You took advice to turn Egyptian.
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But I haue bedded the faire Muses nine, Slept in the bosome of Melpomene, Haue rid vpon the wings of Pegasus, Drunke downe a floud of sparkling Hyppocren, Keepe a perpetuall moisture in my head, Hating such dilatory sloth of men, From whose weake braines the rotten papers shed, Like leaues in autumne; I account him quicke Who is by nature so; with small intent Such (as my selfe) may be proficient: I could now turne conceited stagerite, And represent I will, with feeling straines, The Ghost of Crassus, or cracke all my vaines: Suppose me then the Ghost of that old man, That sorry man, my ribs trans-fix'd with steele, Or with a tempest of the Scythian darts, My wounded carkasse blacke with bloody gore, Long sleep'd in frosty stupor, to arise, With squallid rayment from the waues of bell, And vnto Pompei apparitions tell: Will you great Pompei, patron of my cause, Who didst by solemne oath, vowfull revenge? Will you, the comfort of my funerals, Tombe to my ashes, and my naked bones? Will you, will Pompei proue delinquent? hee, Who hath in loue to Crassus, threatned stabs, Death and destruction till deepe wounds increase, Can hee loue Crassus foe, and seeke for peace? Bleed then my gaping and forgotten wounds Bleed eu'n afresh, or let my frozen blood, Like a congealed sirrop, now dissolue, After such cloudy seasons of the yeare, Such heauy sorrow, and such doubtfull feare: After so many dismall nights and dayes, So many tempests of the Stygian Barke, And prophesie, things fatall, true, but darke: Calamity made famous by extreames Erected in a marble monument, Shall by her often meeting vexe thy minde, Else by opposed number make thee blinde: Horror and ruine (Pompei) shall affront Thy shamelesse fortunes, thy fowle negligence, Cities at thy sub-uersion shall reioyce The sculs and trophies of thy captaines losse The victor shall vpon his aueling tosse; Where swift Euphrates, sent such worthy names To blacke oblivion, and the tumbling waues Of big-swolne Tygris, cast my carkasse dead Vpon the margent of that muddy shore, And gaue to earth what Neptune could not keepe, Hauing once cast my wounded limbes asleepe: There shall thy woe approach, and Pompei know If quicke avoidance bee not difficult, Thou then more easely mightst attone the strife Which thy proud factious Nephew hath begun, Raging amid the heart of Thessaly. Thinke but a while vpon the Roman orbe, Thinke of thy friends at home, thinke who they are, And those few friends with watchfull foes compare: Thinke yet of Aegypt, her seuen-headed gulfe, Ioyne with Aegyptian Ptolomei, and thriue, His high tuition appertaines to thee, Tender his nonage, aime at Aegypts throne, Whose King hath but the shadow of a name, Because a childish infant, lacking fame, And feare, (the substance of a Diademe) Nor thinke the old allegeance to their kings, Can so estrange the peoples loue to thee, But know the state of kingdomes be most milde, If, or, the King is new, or is a childe: Both do concurre to crowne thy happinesse, Set saile for Aegypt, make thy couenant there, Oppose the Parthi, and depopulate The fields, where Crassus did enioy his fate: Say, from the cinders of a slaughered man, You tooke aduice to turne Aegyptian.