Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.78 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
No, in such a case the Gods will not be good unto us. When we banished him, we respected not them: and he returning to break our necks, they respect not us. Sir, if you'd save your life, fly to your House, The Plebeians have got your Fellow Tribune, And hale him up and down; all swearing, if The Roman Ladies bring not comfort home, They'll give him death by Inches. What's the News? Good News, good news, the Ladies have prevailed, The Volcians are dislodged, and Martius gone: A merrier day did never yet greet Rome, No, not th' expulsion of the Tarquins. Friend, art thou certain this is true? Is't most certain. As certain as I know the Sun is fire: Where have you lurked that you make doubt of it: ne'er through an Arch so hurried the blown Tide, As the recomforted through th' gates. Why hark you: The Trumpets, Sackbuts, Psalteries, and Fifes, Tabors, and Symbols, and the shouting Romans Make the Sun dance. Hark you. This is good News: I will go meet the Ladies. This Volumnia, Is worth of Consuls, Senators, Patricians, A City full: Of Tribunes such as you, A Sea and Land full: you have prayed well to day: This Morning, for ten thousand of your throats, I'd not have given a doit. Hark, how they joy. First, the Gods bless you for your tidings: Next, accept my thankfulness. Sir, we have all great cause to give great thanks. They are near the City. Almost at point to enter. we'll meet them, and help the joy. Behold our Patroness, the life of Rome: Call all your Tribes together, praise the Gods, And make triumphant fires, strew Flowers before them: Vnshoot the noise that Banished Martius; Repeal him, with the welcome of his Mother: Cry welcome Ladies, welcome. Welcome Ladies, welcome. Go tell the Lords o' th' City, I am here: Deliver them this Paper: having read it, Bid them repair to th' Market place, where I Even in theirs, and in the Commons ears Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuse: The City Ports by this hath entered, and Intends t' appear before the People, hoping To purge himself with words. Dispatch. Most Welcome. How is it with our General? Even so, as with a man by his own Alms empoisoned, and with his Charity slain. Most Noble Sir, If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wished us parties: we'll deliver you Of your great danger. Sir, I cannot tell, We must proceed as we do find the People. The People will remain uncertain, whilst 'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either Makes the Suruivor heir of all. I know it: And my pretext to strike at him, admits A good construction. I raised him, and I pawned Mine Honour for his truth: who being so heightened, He watered his new Plants with dews of Flattery, Seducing so my Friends: and to this end, He bowed his Nature, never known before, But to be rough, unswayable, and free.
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No, in ſuch a caſe the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we baniſh'd him, we reſpected not them: and he returning to breake our necks, they reſpect not vs. Sir, if you'ld ſaue your life, flye to your Houſe, The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune, And hale him vp and downe; all ſwearing, if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home, They'l giue him death by Inches. What's the Newes? Good Newes, good newes, the Ladies haue preuayl'd, The Volcians are diſlodg'd, and Martius gone: A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome, No, not th' expulſion of the Tarquins. Friend, art thou certaine this is true? Is't moſt certaine. As certaine as I know the Sun is fire: Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it: Ne're through an Arch ſo hurried the blowne Tide, As the recomforted through th' gates. Why harke you: The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Pſalteries, and Fifes, Tabors, and Symboles, and the ſhowting Romans▪ Make the Sunne dance. Hearke you. This is good Newes: I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia, Is worth of Conſuls, Senators, Patricians, A City full: Of Tribunes ſuch as you, A Sea and Land full: you haue pray'd well to day: This Morning, for ten thouſand of your throates, I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how they ioy. Firſt, the Gods bleſſe you for your tydings: Next, accept my thankefulneſſe. Sir, we haue all great cauſe to giue great thanks. They are neere the City. Almoſt at point to enter. Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy. Behold our Patronneſſe, the life of Rome: Call all your Tribes together, praiſe the Gods, And make triumphant fires, ſtrew Flowers before them: Vnſhoot the noiſe that Baniſh'd Martius; Repeale him, with the welcome of his Mother: Cry welcome Ladies, welcome. Welcome Ladies, welcome. Go tell the Lords a' th' City, I am heere: Deliuer them this Paper: hauing read it, Bid them repayre to th' Market place, where I Euen in theirs, and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accuſe: The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and Intends t' appeare before the People, hoping To purge himſelfe with words. Diſpatch. Moſt Welcome. How is it with our Generall? Euen ſo, as with a man by his owne Almes impoyſon'd, and with his Charity ſlaine. Moſt Noble Sir, If you do hold the ſame intent Wherein you wiſht vs parties: Wee'l deliuer you Of your great danger. Sir, I cannot tell, We muſt proceed as we do finde the People. The People will remaine vncertaine, whil'ſt 'Twixt you there's difference: but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all. I know it: And my pretext to ſtrike at him, admits A good conſtruction. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth: who being ſo heighten'd, He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery, Seducing ſo my Friends: and to this end, He bow'd his Nature, neuer knowne before, But to be rough, vnſwayable, and free.