Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
What is the matter, That being passed for Consul with full voice: I am so dishonoured, that the very hour You take it off again. Answer to us. Say then: 'tis true, I ought so We charge you, that you have contrived to take From Rome all seasoned Office, and to wind Yourself into a power tyrannical, For which you are a Traitor to the people. How? Traitor? Nay temperately: your promise. The fires i' th' lowest hell. Fould in the people: Call me their Traitor, thou injurious Tribune. Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths In thy hands clutched: as many Millions in Thy lying tongue, both numbers. I would say Thou liest unto thee, with a voice as free, As I do pray the Gods. Mark you this people? To ' th' Rock, to ' th' Rock with him. Peace: We need not put new matter to his charge: What you have seen him do, and heard him speak: Beating your Officers, cursing yourselves, Opposing Laws with strokes, and here defying Those whose great power must try him. Even this so criminal, and in such capital kind Deserves th' extremest death. But since he hath served well for Rome. What do you prate of Service. I talk of that, that know it. You? Is this the promise that you made your mother. Know, I pray you. I'll know no further: Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, Flaying, penned to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy, at the price of one fair word, Nor check my Courage for what they can give, To have't with saying, Good morrow. For that he has (As much as in him lies) from time to time Envied against the people; seeking means To pluck away their power: as now at last, Given Hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Of dreaded justice, but on the Ministers That doth distribute it. In the name o' th' people, And in the power of us the Tribunes, we (Even from this instant) banish him our City In peril of precipitation From off the Rock Tarpeian, never more To enter our Rome gates. I' th' People's name, I say it shall be so. It shall be so, it shall be so: let him away: he's banished, and it shall be so. Hear me my Masters, and my common friends. He's sentenced: No more hearing. Let me speak: I have been Consul, and can show from Rome Her Enemy's marks upon me. I do love My Country's good, with a respect more tender, More holy, and profound, than mine own life, My dear Wife's estimate, her womb's increase, And treasure of my Loins: then if I would Speak that. We know your drift. Speak what? There's no more to be said, but he is banished As Enemy to the people, and his Country. It shall be so.
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What is the matter, That being paſt for Conſull with full voyce: I am ſo diſhonour'd, that the very houre You take it off againe. Anſwer to vs. Say then: 'tis true, I ought ſo We charge you, that you haue contriu'd to take From Rome all ſeaſon'd Office, and to winde Your ſelfe into a power tyrannicall, For which you are a Traitor to the people. How? Traytor? Nay temperately: your promiſe. The fires i' th' loweſt hell. Fould in the people: Call me their Traitor, thou iniurious Tribune. Within thine eyes ſate twenty thouſand deaths In thy hands clutcht: as many Millions in Thy lying tongue, both numbers. I would ſay Thou lyeſt vnto thee, with a voice as free, As I do pray the Gods. Marke you this people? To' th' Rocke, to' th' Rocke with him. Peace: We neede not put new matter to his charge: What you haue ſeene him do, and heard him ſpeake: Beating your Officers, curſing your ſelues, Oppoſing Lawes with ſtroakes, and heere defying Thoſe whoſe great power muſt try him. Euen this ſo criminall, and in ſuch capitall kinde Deſerues th' extreameſt death. But ſince he hath ſeru'd well for Rome. What do you prate of Seruice. I talke of that, that know it. You? Is this the promiſe that you made your mother. Know, I pray you. Ile know no further: Let them pronounce the ſteepe Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, Fleaing, pent to linger But with a graine a day, I would not buy Their mercie, at the price of one faire word, Nor checke my Courage for what they can giue, To haue't with ſaying, Good morrow. For that he ha's (As much as in him lies) from time to time Enui'd againſt the people; ſeeking meanes To plucke away their power: as now at laſt, Giuen Hoſtile ſtrokes, and that not in the preſence Of dreaded Iuſtice, but on the Miniſters That doth diſtribute it. In the name a' th' people, And in the power of vs the Tribunes, wee (Eu'n from this inſtant) baniſh him our Citie In perill of precipitation From off the Rocke Tarpeian, neuer more To enter our Rome gates. I' th' Peoples name, I ſay it ſhall bee ſo. It ſhall be ſo, it ſhall be ſo: let him away: Hee's baniſh'd, and it ſhall be ſo. Heare me my Maſters, and my common friends. He's ſentenc'd: No more hearing. Let me ſpeake: I haue bene Conſull, and can ſhew from Rome Her Enemies markes vpon me. I do loue My Countries good, with a reſpect more tender, More holy, and profound, then mine owne life, My deere Wiues eſtimate, her wombes encreaſe, And treaſure of my Loynes: then if I would Speake that. We know your drift. Speake what? There's no more to be ſaid, but he is baniſh'd As Enemy to the people, and his Countrey. It ſhall bee ſo.