Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.83 · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Besides, if things go well, Opinion that so sticks on Martius, shall Of his demerits rob Cominius. Come: half all Cominius Honours are to Martius Though Martius earned them not: and all his faults To Martius shall be Honours, though indeed In aught he merit not. Let's hence, and hear How the dispatch is made, and in what fashion More than his singularity, he goes Upon this present Action. Let's along. So, your opinion is Auffidius, That they of Rome are entered in our Counsels, And know how we proceed, Is it not yours? What ever have been thought one in this State That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome Had circumvention: 'tis not four days gone Since I heard thence, these are the words, I think I have the Letter here: yes, here it is; They have pressed a Power, but it is not known Whether for East or West: the Dearth is great, The people Mutinous: And it is rumour'd, Cominius, Martius' your old Enemy (Who is of Rome worse hated then of you) And Titus Lartius, a most valiant Roman, These three lead on this Preparation Whether 'tis bend: most likely, 'tis for you: Consider of it. Our army's in the Field: We never yet made doubt but Rome was ready To answer us. Nor did you think it folly, To keep your great pretences veiled, till when They needs must show themselves, which in the hatching It seemed appeared to Rome. By the discovery, We shallbe shortened in our aim, which was To take in many Towns, ere (almost) Rome Should know we were afoot. Noble Auffidius, Take your Commission, hie you to your Bands, Let us alone to guard Corioles If they set down before's: for the remove Bring up your Army: but (I think) you'll find Th' have not prepared for us. O doubt not that, I speak from Certainties. Nay more, Some parcels of their Power are forth already, And only hitherward. I leave your Honours. If we, and Caius Martius chance to meet, 'Tis sworn between us, we shall ever strike Till one can do no more. The Gods assist you. And keep your Honour's safe. Farewell. Farewell. Farewell. I pray you daughter sing, or express yourself in a more comfortable sort: If my Son were my Husband, I should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he won Honour, then in the embracements of his Bed, where he would show most love. When yet he was but tender-bodied, and the only Son of my womb; when youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way; when for a day of King's entreaties, a Mother should not sell him an hour from her beholding; I considering how Honour would become such a person, that it was no better than Picture-like to hang by th' wall, if renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek danger, where he was like to find fame: To a cruel War I sent him, from whence he returned, his brows bound with Oak. I tell thee Daughter, I sprang not more in joy at first hearing he was a Manchild, than now in first seeing he had proved himself a man.
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Beſides, if things go well, Opinion that ſo ſtickes on Martius, ſhall Of his demerits rob Cominius. Come: halfe all Cominius Honors are to Martius Though Martius earn'd them not: and all his faults To Martius ſhall be Honors, though indeed In ought he merit not. Let's hence, and heare How the diſpatch is made, and in what faſhion More then his ſingularity, he goes Vpon this preſent Action. Let's along. So, your opinion is Auffidius, That they of Rome are entred in our Counſailes, And know how we proceede, Is it not yours? What euer haue bin thought one in this State That could be brought to bodily act, ere Rome Had circumuention: 'tis not foure dayes gone Since I heard thence, theſe are the words, I thinke I haue the Letter heere: yes, heere it is; They haue preſt a Power, but it is not knowne Whether for Eaſt or Weſt: the Dearth is great, The people Mutinous: And it is umour'd, Cominius, Martius your old Enemy (Who is of Rome worſe hated then of you) And Titus Lartius, a moſt valiant Roman, Theſe three leade on this Preparation Whether 'tis bent: moſt likely, 'tis for you: Conſider of it. Our Armie's in the Field: We neuer yet made doubt but Rome was ready To anſwer vs. Nor did you thinke it folly, To keepe your great pretences vayl'd, till when They needs muſt ſhew themſelues, which in the hatching It ſeem'd appear'd to Rome. By the diſcouery, We ſhalbe ſhortned in our ayme, which was To take in many Townes, ere (almoſt) Rome Should know we were a-foot. Noble Auffidius, Take your Commiſſion, hye you to your Bands, Let vs alone to guard Corioles If they ſet downe before's: for the remoue Bring vp your Army: but (I thinke) you'l finde Th' haue not prepar'd for vs. O doubt not that, I ſpeake from Certainties. Nay more, Some parcels of their Power are forth already, And onely hitherward. I leaue your Honors. If we, and Caius Martius chance to meete, 'Tis ſworne betweene vs, we ſhall euer ſtrike Till one can do no more. The Gods aſsiſt you. And keepe your Honors ſafe. Farewell. Farewell. Farewell. I pray you daughter ſing, or expreſſe your ſelfe in a more comfortable ſort: If my Sonne were my Huſband, I ſhould freelier reioyce in that abſence wherein he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed, where he would ſhew moſt loue. When yet hee was but tender-bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when youth with comelineſſe pluck'd all gaze his way; when for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother ſhould not ſel him an houre from her beholding; I conſidering how Honour would become ſuch a perſon, that it was no better then Picture-like to hang by th' wall, if renowne made it not ſtirre, was pleas'd to let him ſeeke danger, where he was like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I ſent him, from whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell thee Daughter, I ſprang not more in ioy at firſt hearing he was a Man-child, then now in firſt ſeeing he had proued himſelfe a man.