Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.73 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
They are dissolved: Hang 'em; They said they were an hungry, sighed forth proverbs That Hunger-broke stone walls: that dogs must eat That meat was made for mouths. That the gods sent not Corn for the Rich-men only: With these shreds They vented their Complain, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart of generosity, And make bold power look pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the horns o' th' Moon, Shooting their Emulation. What is granted them? Five Tribunes to defend their vulgar wisdome Of their own choice. One's Iunius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. 'Sdeath, The rabble should have first vnroo'ft the City Ere so prevailed with me; it will in time Win upon power, and throw forth greater Themes For Insurrections arguing. This is strange. Go get you home you Fragments. Where's Caius Martius? here: what's the matter? The news is sir, the Volcies are in Arms. I am glad on't, than we shall ha' means to vent Our musty superfluity. See our best Elders. Martius' 'tis true, that you have lately told us, The Volces are in Arms. They have a Leader, Tullus Auffidius that will put you too't: I sin in envying his Nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I would wish me only he. You have fought together? Were half to half the world by th' ears, & he upon my party, I'd revolt to make Only my wars with him. He is a Lion That I am proud to hunt. Then worthy Martius, Attend upon Cominius to these Wars. It is your former promise. Sir it is, And I am constant: Titus Lucius, thou Shalt see me once more strike at Tullus face. What art thou stiff? Standest out? No Caius Martius, I'll lean upon one Crutch, and fight with other, Ere stay behind this Business. Oh truebred. Your Company to ' th' Capitol, where I know Our greatest Friends attend us. Led you on: Fellow Cominius, we must follow you, right worthy you Priority. Noble Martius. Hence to your homes, be gone. Nay let them follow, The Volces have much Corn: take these Rats thither, To gnaw their Garners. Worshipful Mutineers, Your valour puts well forth: Pray follow. Was ever man so proud as is this Martius? He has no equal. When we were chosen Tribunes for the people. Marked you his lip and eyes. Nay, but his taunts. Being moved, he will not spare to gird the Gods. Bemocke the modest Moon. The present Wars devour him, he is grown Too proud to be so valiant. Such a Nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon, but I do wonder, his insolence can brook to be commanded under Cominius? Fame, at the which he aims, In whom already he's well graced, cannot Better be held, nor more attained then by A place below the first: for what miscarries Shall be the General's fault, though he perform To th' utmost of a man, and giddy censure Will then cry out of Martius: Oh, if he Had borne the business.
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They are diſſolu'd: Hang em; They ſaid they were an hungry, ſigh'd forth Prouerbes That Hunger-broke ſtone wals: that dogges muſt eate That meate was made for mouths. That the gods ſent not Corne for the Richmen onely: With theſe ſhreds They vented their Complainings, which being anſwer'd And a petition granted them, a ſtrange one, To breake the heart of generoſity, And make bold power looke pale, they threw their caps As they would hang them on the hornes a' th Moone, Shooting their Emulation. What is graunted them? Fiue Tribunes to defend their vulgar wiſdom Of their owne choice. One's Iunius Brutus, Sicinius Velutus, and I know not. Sdeath, The rabble ſhould haue firſt vnroo'ft the City Ere ſo preuayl'd with me; it will in time Win vpon power, and throw forth greater Theames For Inſurrections arguing. This is ſtrange. Go get you home you Fragments. Where's Caius Martius? Heere: what's the matter? The newes is ſir, the Volcies are in Armes. I am glad on't, then we ſhall ha meanes to vent Our muſtie ſuperfluity. See our beſt Elders. Martius 'tis true, that you haue lately told vs, The Volces are in Armes. They haue a Leader, Tullus Auffidius that will put you too't: I ſinne in enuying his Nobility: And were I any thing but what I am, I would wiſh me onely he. You haue fought together? Were halfe to halfe the world by th' eares, & he vpon my partie, I'de reuolt to make Onely my warres with him. He is a Lion That I am proud to hunt. Then worthy Martius, Attend vpon Cominius to theſe Warres. It is your former promiſe. Sir it is, And I am conſtant: Titus Lucius, thou Shalt ſee me once more ſtrike at Tullus face. What art thou ſtiffe? Stand'ſt out? No Caius Martius, Ile leane vpon one Crutch, and fight with tother, Ere ſtay behinde this Buſineſſe. Oh true-bred. Your Company to' th' Capitoll, where I know Our greateſt Friends attend vs. Lead you on: Follow Cominius, we muſt followe you, right worthy you Priority. Noble Martius. Hence to your homes, be gone. Nay let them follow, The Volces haue much Corne: take theſe Rats thither, To gnaw their Garners. Worſhipfull Mutiners, Your valour puts well forth: Pray follow. Was euer man ſo proud as is this Martius? He has no equall. When we were choſen Tribunes for the people. Mark'd you his lip and eyes. Nay, but his taunts. Being mou'd, he will not ſpare to gird the Gods. Bemocke the modeſt Moone. The preſent Warres deuoure him, he is growne Too proud to be ſo valiant. Such a Nature, tickled with good ſucceſſe, diſdaines the ſhadow which he treads on at noone, but I do wonder, his inſolence can brooke to be commanded vnder Cominius? Fame, at the which he aymes, In whom already he's well grac'd, cannot Better be held, nor more attain'd then by A place below the firſt: for what miſcarries Shall be the Generals fault, though he performe To th' vtmoſt of a man, and giddy cenſure Will then cry out of Martius: Oh, if he Had borne the buſineſſe.