Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
We have been called so of many, not that our heads are some brown, some black, some Abram, some bald; but that our wits are so diversely Coulord; and truly I think, if all our wits were to issue out of one Scull, they would fly East, West, North, South, and their consent of one direct way, should be at once to all the points o' th' Compass. Think you so? Which way do you judge my wit would fly. Nay your wit will not so soon out as another man's will, 'tis strongly wadged up in a blockhead: but if it were at liberty, 'twould sure Southward. Why that way? To lose itself in a Fog, where being three parts melted away with rotten Dews, the fourth would return for Conscience sake, to help to get thee a Wife. You are never without your tricks, you may, you may. Are you all resolved to give your voices? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it, I say. If he would incline to the people, there was never a worthier man. here he comes, and in the Gown of humility, mark his behaviour: we are not to stay altogether, but to come by him where he stands, by ones, by twoes, & by three. He's to make his requests by particulars, wherein every one of us has a single Honour, in giving him our own voices with our own tongues, therefore follow me, and I'll direct you how you shall go by him. Content, content. Oh Sir, you are not right: have you not known The worthiest men have doneed? What must I say, I pray Sir? Plague upon't, I cannot bring My tongue to such a pace. Look Sir, my wounds, I got them in my Country's Service, when Some certain of your Brethren roared, and ran From th' noise of our own Drums. Oh me the Gods, you must not speak of that, You must desire them to think upon you. Think upon me? Hang 'em, I would they would forget me, like the Virtues Which our Divines lose by 'em. You'll mar all. I'll leave you: Pray you speak to 'em, I pray you In wholesome manner. Bid them wash their Faces, And keep their teeth clean: So, here comes a brace, You know the cause (Sir) of my standing here. We do Sir, tell us what hath brought you too't. Mine own desert. Your own desert. I, but mine own desire. How not your own desire? No Sir, 'twas never my desire yet to trouble the poor with begging. You must think if we give you any thing, we hope to gain by you. Well then I pray, your price o' th' Consulship. The price is, to ask it kindly. Kindly sir, I pray let me have't: I have wounds to show you, which shall be yours in private: your good voice Sir, what say you?
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We haue beene call'd ſo of many, not that our heads are ſome browne, ſome blacke, ſome Abram, ſome bald; but that our wits are ſo diuerſly Coulord; and truely I thinke, if all our wittes were to iſſue out of one Scull, they would flye Eaſt, Weſt, North, South, and their conſent of one direct way, ſhould be at once to all the points a' th Compaſſe. Thinke you ſo? Which way do you iudge my wit would flye. Nay your wit will not ſo ſoone out as another mans will, 'tis ſtrongly wadg'd vp in a blocke-head: but if it were at liberty, 'twould ſure Southward. Why that way? To looſe it ſelfe in a Fogge, where being three parts melted away with rotten Dewes, the fourth would returne for Conſcience ſake, to helpe to get thee a Wife. You are neuer without your trickes, you may, you may. Are you all reſolu'd to giue your voyces? But that's no matter, the greater part carries it, I ſay. If hee would incline to the people, there was neuer a worthier man. Heere he comes, and in the Gowne of humility, marke his behauiour: we are not to ſtay altogether, but to come by him where he ſtands, by ones, by twoes, & by threes. He's to make his requeſts by particulars, wherein euerie one of vs ha's a ſingle Honor, in giuing him our own voices with our owne tongues, therefore follow me, and Ile direct you how you ſhall go by him. Content, content. Oh Sir, you are not right: haue you not knowne The worthieſt men haue done't? What muſt I ſay, I pray Sir? Plague vpon't, I cannot bring My tougue to ſuch a pace. Looke Sir, my wounds, I got them in my Countries Seruice, when Some certaine of your Brethren roar'd, and ranne From th' noiſe of our owne Drummes. Oh me the Gods, you muſt not ſpeak of that, You muſt deſire them to thinke vpon you. Thinke vpon me? Hang 'em, I would they would forget me, like the Vertues Which our Diuines loſe by em. You'l marre all. Ile leaue you: Pray you ſpeake to em, I pray you In wholſome manner. Bid them waſh their Faces, And keepe their teeth cleane: So, heere comes a brace, You know the cauſe (Sir) of my ſtanding heere. We do Sir, tell vs what hath brought you too't. Mine owne deſert. Your owne deſert. I, but mine owne deſire. How not your owne deſire? No Sir, 'twas neuer my deſire yet to trouble the poore with begging. You muſt thinke if we giue you any thing, we hope to gaine by you. Well then I pray, your price a' th' Conſulſhip. The price is, to aske it kindly. Kindly ſir, I pray let me ha't: I haue wounds to ſhew you, which ſhall bee yours in priuate: your good voice Sir, what ſay you?