Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
O Mother, Mother! What have you done? Behold, the Heavens do open, The Gods look down, and this unnatural Scene They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh! You have won a happy Victory to Rome. But for your Son, believe it: Oh believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevailed, If not most mortal to him. But let it come: Auffidius, though I cannot make true Wars, I'll frame convenient peace. Now good Auffidius, Were you in my steed, would you have heard A Mother less? or granted less Auffidius? I was moved withal. I dare be sworn you were: And sir, it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But (good sir) What peace you'll make, advise me: For my part, I'll not to Rome, I'll back with you, and pray you Stand to me in this cause. Oh Mother! Wife! I am glad thou hast set thy mercy, & thy Honour At difference in thee: Out of that I'll work Myself a former Fortune. I by and by; But we will drink together: And you shall bear A better witness back then words, which we On like conditions, will have Counter-seal'd. Come enter with us: Ladies you deserve To have a Temple built you: All the Swords In Italy, and her Confederate Arms Can not have made this peace. See you yond Coin o' th' Capitol, yon'd corner stone? Why what of that? If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger, there is some hope the Ladies of Rome, especially his Mother, may prevail with him. But I say, there is no hope in't, our throats are sentenced, and stay upon execution. Is't possible, that so short a time can alter the condition of a man. There is difference between a Grub & a Butterfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is grown from Man to Dragon: He has wings, he's more than a creeping thing. He loved his Mother dearly. So did he me: and he no more remembers his Mother now, than an eight year old horse. The rareness of his face, sours ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moves like an Engine, and the ground shrinks before his Treading. He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye: Talks like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He sits in his State, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids be done, is finished with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but Eternity, and a Heaven to Throne in. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. I paint him in the Character. Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, than there is milk in a male-Tyger, that shall our poor City find: and all this is long of you. The Gods be good unto us.
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O Mother, Mother! What haue you done? Behold, the Heauens do ope, The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene They laugh at. Oh my Mother, Mother: Oh! You haue wonne a happy Victory to Rome. But for your Sonne, beleeue it: Oh beleeue it, Moſt dangerouſly you haue with him preuail'd, If not moſt mortall to him. But let it come: Auffidius, though I cannot make true Warres, Ile frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidius, Were you in my ſteed, would you haue heard A Mother leſſe? or granted leſſe Auffidius? I was mou'd withall. I dare be ſworne you were: And ſir, it is no little thing to make Mine eyes to ſweat compaſſion. But (good ſir) What peace you'l make, aduiſe me: For my part, Ile not to Rome, Ile backe with you, and pray you Stand to me in this cauſe. Oh Mother! Wife! I am glad thou haſt ſet thy mercy, & thy Honor At difference in thee: Out of that Ile worke My ſelfe a former Fortune. I by and by; But we will drinke together: And you ſhall beare A better witneſſe backe then words, which we On like conditions, will haue Counter-ſeal'd. Come enter with vs: Ladies you deſerue To haue a Temple built you: All the Swords In Italy, and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol, you corner ſtone? Why what of that? If it be poſſible for you to diſplace it with your little finger, there is ſome hope the Ladies of Rome, eſpecially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But I ſay, there is no hope in't, our throats are ſentenc'd, and ſtay vppon execution. Is't poſsible, that ſo ſhort a time can alter the condition of a man. There is differency between a Grub & a Butterfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub: this Martius, is growne from Man to Dragon: He has wings, hee's more then a creeping thing. He lou'd his Mother deerely. So did he mee: and he no more remembers his Mother now, then an eight yeare old horſe. The rareneſſe of his face, ſowres ripe Grapes. When he walks, he moues like an Engine, and the ground ſhrinkes before his Treading. He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye: Talkes like a knell, and his hum is a Battery. He ſits in his State, as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done, is finiſht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but Eternity, and a Heauen to Throne in. Yes, mercy, if you report him truly. I paint him in the Character. Mark what mercy his Mother ſhall bring from him: There is no more mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that ſhall our poore City finde: and all this is long of you. The Gods be good vnto vs.