Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.73 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
On, to the Capital. All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights Are spectacled to see him. Your prattling Nurse Into a rapture lets her Baby cry, While she chats him: the Kitchen Malkin pins Her richest Lockram 'bout her reechie neck, Clambering the Walls to eye him: Stalls, Bulks, Windows, are smothered up, Leads filled, and Ridges horsed With variable Complexions; all agreeing In earnestness to see him: seldshowne Flamens Do press among the popular Throngs, and puff To win a vulgar station: our veiled Dames Commit the War of White and Damask In their nicely gawded Cheeks, toth' wanton spoil Of Phoebus' burning Kisses: such a poother, As if that whatsoever God, who leads him, Were slyly crept into his humane powers, And gave him graceful posture. On the sudden, I warrant him Consul. Then our Office may, during his power, go sleep. He cannot temp'rately transport his Honours, From where he should begin, and end, but will Lose those he hath won. In that there's comfort. Doubt not, The Commoners, for whom we stand, but they Upon their ancient malice, will forget With the least cause, these his new Honours, Which that he will give them, make I as little question, As he is proud to do't. I heard him swear, Were he to stand for Consul, never would he Appear i' th' Market place, nor on him put The Naples Vesture of Humility, Nor showing (as the manner is) his Wounds Toth' People, beg their stinking Breathes. 'Tis right. It was his word: Oh he would miss it, rather than carry it, But by the suit of the Gentry to him, And the desire of the Nobles. I wish no better, then have him hold that purpose, and to put it in execution. 'Tis most like he will. It shall be to him then, as our good wills; a sure destruction. So it must fall out To him, or our Authorities, for an end. We must suggest the People, in what hatred He still hath held them: that to's power he would Have made them Mules, silenced their Pleaders, And dispropertied their Freedoms; holding them, In humane Action, and Capacity, Of no more Soul, nor fitness for the World, Then Camels in their War, who have their Prouand Only for bearing Burdens, and sore blows For sinking under them. This (as you say) suggested, At some time, when his soaring Insolence Shall teach the People, which time shall not want, If he be put upon't, and that's as easy, As to set Dogs on Sheep, will be his fire To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze Shall darken him for ever. What's the matter? You are sent for to the Capitol: 'Tis thought, that Martius shall be Consul: I have seen the dumb men throng to see him, And the blind to hear him speak: Matrons flung Gloves, Ladies and Maids their Scarves, and Handkerchiefs, Upon him as he passed: the Nobles bended As to Jove's Statue, and the Commons made A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Shouts: I never saw the like.
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On, to the Capitall. All tongues ſpeake of him, and the bleared ſights Are ſpectacled to ſee him. Your pratling Nurſe Into a rapture lets her Baby crie, While ſhe chats him: the Kitchin Malkin pinnes Her richeſt Lockram 'bout her reechie necke, Clambring the Walls to eye him: Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are ſmother'd vp, Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd With variable Complexions; all agreeing In earneſtneſſe to ſee him: ſeld-ſhowne Flamins Doe preſſe among the popular Throngs, and puffe To winne a vulgar ſtation: our veyl'd Dames Commit the Warre of White and Damaske In their nicely gawded Cheekes, toth' wanton ſpoyle Of Phoebus burning Kiſſes: ſuch a poother, As if that whatſoeuer God, who leades him, Were ſlyly crept into his humane powers, And gaue him gracefull poſture. On the ſuddaine, I warrant him Conſull. Then our Office may, during his power, goe ſleepe. He cannot temp'rately tranſport his Honors, From where he ſhould begin, and end, but will Loſe thoſe he hath wonne. In that there's comfort. Doubt not, The Commoners, for whom we ſtand, but they Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget With the leaſt cauſe, theſe his new Honors, Which that he will giue them, make I as little queſtion, As he is prowd to doo't. I heard him ſweare, Were he to ſtand for Conſull, neuer would he Appeare i' th' Market place, nor on him put The Naples Veſture of Humilitie, Nor ſhewing (as the manner is) his Wounds Toth' People, begge their ſtinking Breaths. 'Tis right. It was his word: Oh he would miſſe it, rather then carry it, But by the ſuite of the Gentry to him, And the deſire of the Nobles. I wiſh no better, then haue him hold that purpoſe, and to put it in execution. 'Tis moſt like he will. It ſhall be to him then, as our good wills; a ſure deſtruction. So it muſt fall out To him, or our Authorities, for an end. We muſt ſuggeſt the People, in what hatred He ſtill hath held them: that to's power he would Haue made them Mules, ſilenc'd their Pleaders, And diſpropertied their Freedomes; holding them, In humane Action, and Capacitie, Of no more Soule, nor fitneſſe for the World, Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand Onely for bearing Burthens, and ſore blowes For ſinking vnder them. This (as you ſay) ſuggeſted, At ſome time, when his ſoaring Inſolence Shall teach the People, which time ſhall not want, If he be put vpon't, and that's as eaſie, As to ſet Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze Shall darken him for euer. What's the matter? You are ſent for to the Capitoll: 'Tis thought, that Martius ſhall be Conſull: I haue ſeene the dumbe men throng to ſee him, And the blind to heare him ſpeak: Matrons flong Gloues, Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers, Vpon him as he paſs'd: the Nobles bended As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts: I neuer ſaw the like.