Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.85 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Cannot be? We have Record, that very well it can, And three examples of the like, hath been Within my Age. But reason with the fellow Before you punish him, where he heard this, Lest you shall chance to whip your Information, And beat the Messenger, who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. Tell not me: I know this cannot be. Not possible. The Nobles in great earnestness are going All to the Senate-house: some news is coming That turns their Countenances. 'Tis this Slave: Go whip him fore the people's eyes: His raising, Nothing but his report. Yes worthy Sir, The Slaves report is seconded, and more More fearful is delivered. What more fearful? It is spoke freely out of many mouths, How probable I do not know, that Martius Joined with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainst Rome, And vows Revenge as spacious, as between The youngest and oldest thing. This is most likely. Raised only, that the weaker sort may wish Good Martius home again. The very trick on't. This is unlikely, He, and Auffidius can no more atone Then violentest Contrariety. You are sent for to the Senate: A fearful Army, led by Caius Martius', Associated with Auffidius, Rages Upon our Territories, and have already O'erborne their way, consumed with fire, and took What lay before them. Oh you have made good work. What news? What news? You have holp to ravish your own daughters, & To melt the City Leads upon your pates, To see your Wives dishonoured to your Noses. What's the news? What's the news? Your Temples burned in their Cement, and Your Franchises, whereon you stood, confined Into an Augors boar. Pray now, your News: You have made fair work I fear me: pray your news, If Martius should be joined with Volceans. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing Made by some other Deity than Nature, That shapes man Better: and they follow him Against us Brats, with no less Confidence, Then Boys pursuing Summer Butterflies, Or Butchers killing Flies. You have made good work, You and your Apron men: you, that stood so much Upon the voice of occupation, and The breath of Garlicke-eaters. He I shake your Rome about your ears. As Hercules did shake down Mellow Fruit: You have made fair work. But is this true sir? I, and you'll look pale Before you find it other. All the Regions Do smilingly Revolt, and who resists Are mocked for valiant Ignorance, And perish constant Fools: who is't can blame him? Your Enemies and his, find something in him. We are all undone, unless The Noble man have mercy. Who shall ask it? The Tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people Deserve such pity of him, as the Wolf Does of the Shepherds: For his best Friends, if they Should say be good to Rome, they charged him, even As those should do that had deserved his hate, And therein showed like Enemies.
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Cannot be? We haue Record, that very well it can, And three examples of the like, hath beene Within my Age. But reaſon with the fellow Before you puniſh him, where he heard this, Leaſt you ſhall chance to whip your Information, And beate the Meſſenger, who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. Tell not me: I know this cannot be. Not poſſible. The Nobles in great earneſtneſſe are going All to the Senate-houſe: ſome newes is comming That turnes their Countenances. 'Tis this Slaue: Go whip him fore the peoples eyes: His raiſing, Nothing but his report. Yes worthy Sir, The Slaues report is ſeconded, and more More fearfull is deliuer'd. What more fearefull? It is ſpoke freely out of many mouths, How probable I do not know, that Martius Ioyn'd with Auffidius, leads a power 'gainſt Rome, And vowes Reuenge as ſpacious, as betweene The yong'ſt and oldeſt thing. This is moſt likely. Rais'd onely, that the weaker ſort may wiſh Good Martius home againe. The very tricke on't. This is vnlikely, He, and Auffidius can no more attone Then violent'ſt Contrariety. You are ſent for to the Senate: A fearefull Army, led by Caius Martius, Aſſociated with Auffidius, Rages Vpon our Territories, and haue already O're-borne their way, conſum'd with fire, and tooke What lay before them. Oh you haue made good worke. What newes? What newes? You haue holp to rauiſh your owne daughters, & To melt the Citty Leades vpon your pates, To ſee your Wiues diſhonour'd to your Noſes. What's the newes? What's the newes? Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and Your Franchiſes, whereon you ſtood, confin'd Into an Augors boare. Pray now, your Newes: You haue made faire worke I feare me: pray your newes, If Martius ſhould be ioyn'd with Volceans. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing Made by ſome other Deity then Nature, That ſhapes man Better: and they follow him Againſt vs Brats, with no leſſe Confidence, Then Boyes purſuing Summer Butter-flies, Or Butchers killing Flyes. You haue made good worke, You and your Apron men: you, that ſtood ſo much Vpon the voyce of occupation, and The breath of Garlicke-eaters. Hee I ſhake your Rome about your eares. As Hercules did ſhake downe Mellow Fruite▪ You haue made faire worke. But is this true ſir? I, and you'l looke pale Before you finde it other. All the Regions Do ſmilingly Reuolt, and who reſiſts Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance, And periſh conſtant Fooles: who is't can blame him? Your Enemies and his, finde ſomething in him. We are all vndone, vnleſſe The Noble man haue mercy. Who ſhall aske it? The Tribunes cannot doo't for ſhame; the people Deſerue ſuch pitty of him, as the Wolfe Doe's of the Shepheards: For his beſt Friends, if they Should ſay be good to Rome, they charg'd him, euen As thoſe ſhould do that had deſeru'd his hate, And therein ſhew'd like Enemies.