Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.81 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
'Tis true, if he were putting to my house, the brand That should consume it, I have not the face To say, beseech you cease. You have made fair hands, You and your Crafts, you have crafted fair. You have brought A Trembling upon Rome, such as was never S'incapeable of help. Say not, we brought it. How? Was't we? We loved him, But like Beasts, and Cowardly Nobles, Gave way unto your Clusters, who did hoot Him out o' th' City. But I fear They'll roar him in again. Tullus Auffidius, The second name of men, obeys his points As if he were his Officer: Desperation, Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence That Rome can make against them. here come the Clusters. And is Auffidius with him? You are they That made the Air unwholesome, when you cast Your stinking, greasy Caps, in hooting At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's coming, And not a hair upon a Soldier's head Which will not prove a whip: As many Coxcombs As you threw Caps up, will he tumble down, And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter, If he could burn us all into one coal, We have deserved it. Faith, we hear fearful News. For mine own part. When I said banish him, I said 'twas pity. And so did I. And so did I: and to say the truth, so did very many of us, that we did we did for the best, and though we willingly consented to his Banishment, yet it was against our will. YE are goodly things, you Voices. You have made good work You and your cry. shall's to the Capitol? Oh I, what else? Go Masters get you home, be not dismayed, These are a Side, that would be glad to have This true, which they so seem to fear. Go home, And show no sign of Fear. The Gods be good to us: Come Masters let's home, I ever said we were i' th' wrong, when we banished him. So did we all. But come, let's home. I do not like this News. Nor I. Let's to the Capitol: would half my wealth Would buy this for a lie. Pray let's go. Do they still fly to ' th' Roman? I do not know what Witchcrafts in him: but Your Soldiers use him as the Grace 'fore meat, Their talk at Table, and their Thanks at end, And you are darkened in this action Sir, Even by your own. I cannot help it now, Unless by using means I lame the foot Of our design. He bears himself more proudlier, Even to my person, than I thought he would When first I did embrace him. Yet his Nature In that's no Changeling, and I must excuse What cannot be amended. Yet I wish Sir, (I mean for your particular) you had not Joined in Commission with him: but either have borne The action of yourself, or else to him, had left it solely.
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'Tis true, if he were putting to my houſe, the brand That ſhould conſume it, I haue not the face To ſay, beſeech you ceaſe. You haue made faire hands, You and your Crafts, you haue crafted faire. You haue brought A Trembling vpon Rome, ſuch as was neuer S'incapeable of helpe. Say not, we brought it. How? Was't we? We lou'd him, But like Beaſts, and Cowardly Nobles, Gaue way vnto your Cluſters, who did hoote Him out o' th' Citty. But I feare They'l roare him in againe. Tullus Auffidius, The ſecond name of men, obeyes his points As if he were his Officer: Deſperation, Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence That Rome can make againſt them. Heere come the Cluſters. And is Auffidius with him? You are they That made the Ayre vnwholſome, when you caſt Your ſtinking, greaſie Caps, in hooting At Coriolanus Exile. Now he's comming, And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head Which will not proue a whip: As many Coxcombes As you threw Caps vp, will he tumble downe, And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter, If he could burne vs all into one coale, We haue deſeru'd it. Faith, we heare fearfull Newes. For mine owne part. When I ſaid baniſh him, I ſaid 'twas pitty. And ſo did I. And ſo did I: and to ſay the truth, ſo did very many of vs, that we did we did for the beſt, and though wee willingly conſented to his Baniſhment, yet it was againſt our will. Y' are goodly things, you Voyces. You haue made good worke You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll? Oh I, what elſe? Go Maſters get you home, be not diſmaid, Theſe are a Side, that would be glad to haue This true, which they ſo ſeeme to feare. Go home, And ſhew no ſigne of Feare. The Gods bee good to vs: Come Maſters let's home, I euer ſaid we were i' th wrong, when we baniſh'd him. So did we all. But come, let's home. I do not like this Newes. Nor I. Let's to the Capitoll: would halfe my wealth Would buy this for a lye. Pray let's go. Do they ſtill flye to' th' Roman? I do not know what Witchcraft's in him: but Your Soldiers vſe him as the Grace 'fore meate, Their talke at Table, and their Thankes at end, And you are darkned in this action Sir, Euen by your owne. I cannot helpe it now, Vnleſſe by vſing meanes I lame the foote Of our deſigne. He beares himſelfe more proudlier, Euen to my perſon, then I thought he would When firſt I did embrace him. Yet his Nature In that's no Changeling, and I muſt excuſe What cannot be amended. Yet I wiſh Sir, (I meane for your particular) you had not Ioyn'd in Commiſſion with him: but either haue borne The action of your ſelfe, or elſe to him, had left it ſoly.