Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1608 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.77 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Sir, his stoutness When he did stand for Consul, which he lost By lack of stooping. That I would have spoke of: Being banished for't, he came unto my Hearth, Presented to my knife his Throat: I took him, Made him joint-seruant with me: Gave him way In all his own desires: Nay, let him choose Out of my Files, his projects, to accomplish My best and freshest men, served his designments In mine own person: holp to reap the Fame Which he did end all his; and took some pride To do myself this wrong: Till at the last I seemed his Follower, not Partner; and He wadged me with his Countenance, as if I had been Mercenary. So he did my Lord: The Army marueyled at it, and in the last, When he had carried Rome, and that we looked For no less Spoil, than Glory. There was it: For which my sinews shall be stretched upon him, At a few drops of women's rheum, which are As cheap as Lies; he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action; therefore shall he dye, And I'll renew me in his fall. But hark. Your Native Town you entered like a Post, And had no welcomes home, but he returns Splitting the Air with noise. And patiented Fools, Whose children he hath slain, their base throats tear With giving him glory. Therefore at your vantage, Ere he express himself, or move the people With what he would say, let him feel your Sword: Which we will second, when he lies along After your way. His Tale pronounced, shall bury His Reasons, with his Body. Say no more. here come the Lords You are most welcome home. I have not deserved it. But worthy Lords, have you with heed perused What I have written to you? We have. And grieve to hear't: What faults he made before the last, I think Might have sound easy Fines: But there to end Where he was to begin, and give away The benefit of our Levies, answering us With our own charge: making a Treaty, where There was a yielding; this admits no excuse. He approaches, you shall hear him. Hail Lords, I am returned your Soldier: No more infected with my Country's love Then when I parted hence: but still subsisting Under your great Command. You are to know, That prosperously I have attempted, and With bloody passage led your Wars, even to The gates of Rome: Our spoils we have brought home Doth more than counterpoise a full third part The charges of the Action. We have made peace With no less Honour to the Antiates Than shame to th' Romans'. And we here deliver Subscribed by ' th' Consuls, and Patricians, Together with the Seal o' th' Senate, what We have compounded on. Read it not Noble Lords, But tell the Traitor in the highest degree He hath abused your Powers. Traitor? How now? I Traitor, Martius. Martius?
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Sir, his ſtoutneſſe When he did ſtand for Conſull, which he loſt By lacke of ſtooping. That I would haue ſpoke of: Being baniſh'd for't, he came vnto my Harth, Preſented to my knife his Throat: I tooke him, Made him ioynt-ſeruant with me: Gaue him way In all his owne deſires: Nay, let him chooſe Out of my Files, his proiects, to accompliſh My beſt and freſheſt men, ſeru'd his deſignements In mine owne perſon: holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his; and tooke ſome pride To do my ſelfe this wrong: Till at the laſt I ſeem'd his Follower, not Partner; and He wadg'd me with his Countenance, as if I had bin Mercenary. So he did my Lord: The Army marueyl'd at it, and in the laſt, When he had carried Rome, and that we look'd For no leſſe Spoile, then Glory. There was it: For which my ſinewes ſhall be ſtretcht vpon him, At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are As cheape as Lies; he ſold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action; therefore ſhall he dye, And Ile renew me in his fall. But hearke. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poſte, And had no welcomes home, but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyſe. And patient Fooles, Whoſe children he hath ſlaine, their baſe throats teare With giuing him glory. Therefore at your vantage, Ere he expreſſe himſelfe, or moue the people With what he would ſay, let him feele your Sword: Which we will ſecond, when he lies along After your way. His Tale pronounc'd, ſhall bury His Reaſons, with his Body. Say no more. Heere come the Lords▪ You are moſt welcome home. I haue not deſeru'd it. But worthy Lords, haue you with heede peruſed What I haue written to you? We haue. And greeue to heare't: What faults he made before the laſt, I thinke Might haue ſound eaſie Fines: But there to end Where he was to begin, and giue away The benefit of our Leuies, anſwering vs With our owne charge: making a Treatie, where There was a yeelding; this admits no excuſe. He approaches, you ſhall heare him. Haile Lords, I am return'd your Souldier: No more infected with my Countries loue Then when I parted hence: but ſtill ſubſiſting Vnder your great Command. You are to know, That proſperouſly I haue attempted, and With bloody paſſage led your Warres, euen to The gates of Rome: Our ſpoiles we haue brought home Doth more then counterpoize a full third part The charges of the Action. We haue made peace With no leſſe Honor to the Antiates Then ſhame to th' Romaines. And we heere deliuer Subſcrib'd by' th' Conſuls, and Patricians, Together with the Seale a' th Senat, what We haue compounded on. Read it not Noble Lords, But tell the Traitor in the higheſt degree He hath abus'd your Powers. Traitor? How now? I Traitor, Martius. Martius?