Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.80 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Though I could wish, You were conducted to a gentle Bath, And Balms applied to you, yet dare I never Deny your ask, take your choice of those That best can aid your action. Those are they That most are willing; if any such be here, (As it were sin to doubt) that love this painting Wherein you see me smeared, if any fear Lessen his person, than an ill report: If any think, brave death outweighs bad life, And that his Countries dearer than himself, Let him alone: Or so many so minded, Wave thus to express his disposition, And follow Martius. Oh me alone, make you a sword of me: If these shows be not outward, which of you But is four Volces? None of you, but is Able to bear against the great Auffidious A Shield, as hard as his. A certain number (Though thankes to all) must I select from all: The rest shall bear the business in some other fight (As cause will be obeyed:) please you to March, And four shall quickly draw out my Command, Which men are best inclined. March on my Fellows: Make good this ostentation, and you shall Divide in all, with us. So, let the Ports be guarded; keep your Duties As I have set them down. If I do send, dispatch Those Centuries to our aid, the rest will serve For a short holding, if we lose the Field, We cannot keep the Town. Fear not our care Sir. Hence; and shut your gates upon's: Our Guider come, to th' Roman Campe conduct us. I'll fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee Worse than a Promise-breaker. We hate alike: Not Africa owns a Serpent I abhor More than thy Fame and Envy: Fix thy foot. Let the first Budger dye the others Slave, And the God's doom him after. If I fly Martius, hollow me like a Hare. Within these three hours Tullus Alone I fought in your Corioles walls, And made what work I pleased: 'Tis not my blood, Wherein thou seest me masked, for thy Revenge Wrench up thy power to th' highest. Were't thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragged Progeny, Thou shouldst not scape me here. Officious and not valiant, you have shamed me In your condemned Seconds. If I should tell thee o'er this thy days Work, thou't not believe thy deeds: but I'll report it, Where Senators shall mingle tears with smiles, Where great Patricians shall attend, and shrug, I' th' end admire: where Ladies shall be frighted, And gladly quaked, hear more: where the dull Tribunes, That with the fusty Plebeians, hate thine Honours, Shall say against their hearts, We thank the Gods Our Rome hath such a Soldier. Yet cam'st thou to a Morsel of this Feast, Having fully dined before.
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Though I could wiſh, You were conducted to a gentle Bath, And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer Deny your asking, take your choice of thoſe That beſt can ayde your action. Thoſe are they That moſt are willing; if any ſuch be heere, (As it were ſinne to doubt) that loue this painting Wherein you ſee me ſmear'd, if any feare Leſſen his perſon, then an ill report: If any thinke, braue death out-weighes bad life, And that his Countries deerer then himſelfe, Let him alone: Or ſo many ſo minded, Waue thus to expreſſe his diſpoſition, And follow Martius. Oh me alone, make you a ſword of me: If theſe ſhewes be not outward, which of you But is foure Volces? None of you, but is Able to beare againſt the great Auffidious A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number (Though thankes to all) muſt I ſelect from all: The reſt ſhall beare the buſineſſe in ſome other fight (As cauſe will be obey'd:) pleaſe you to March, And foure ſhall quickly draw out my Command, Which men are beſt inclin'd. March on my Fellowes: Make good this oſtentation, and you ſhall Diuide in all, with vs. So, let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties As I haue ſet them downe. If I do ſend, diſpatch Thoſe Centuries to our ayd, the reſt will ſerue For a ſhort holding, if we looſe the Field, We cannot keepe the Towne. Feare not our care Sir. Hence; and ſhut your gates vpon's: Our Guider come, to th' Roman Gampe conduct vs. Ile fight with none but thee, for I do hate thee Worſe then a Promiſe-breaker. We hate alike: Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot. Let the firſt Budger dye the others Slaue, And the Gods doome him after. If I flye Martius, hollow me like a Hare. Within theſe three houres Tullus Alone I fought in your Corioles walles, And made what worke I pleas'd: 'Tis not my blood, Wherein thou ſeeſt me maskt, for thy Reuenge Wrench vp thy power to th' higheſt. Wer't thou the Hector, That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny, Thou ſhould'ſt not ſcape me heere. Officious and not valiant, you haue ſham'd me In your condemned Seconds. If I ſhould tell thee o're this thy dayes Worke, Thou't not beleeue thy deeds: but Ile report it, Where Senators ſhall mingle teares with ſmiles, Where great Patricians ſhall attend, and ſhrug, I' th' end admire: where Ladies ſhall be frighted, And gladly quak'd, heare more: where the dull Tribunes, That with the fuſtie Plebeans, hate thine Honors, Shall ſay againſt their hearts, We thanke the Gods Our Rome hath ſuch a Souldier. Yet cam'ſt thou to a Morſell of this Feaſt, Hauing fully din'd before.