Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.86 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
No, Sir, their Hats are plucked about their Ears, And half their Faces buried in their Cloaks, That by no means I may discover them, By any mark of favour. Let 'em enter: They are the Faction. O Conspiracy, Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous Brow by Night, When evils are most free? O then, by day Where wilt thou find a caverne dark enough, To mask thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Conspiracy, Hide it in Smiles, and Affability: For if thou path thy native semblance on, Not Erebus itself were dim enough, To hide thee from prevention. I think we are too bold upon your Rest: Good morrow Brutus, do we trouble you? I have been up this hour, awake all Night: Know I these men, that come along with you? Yes, every man of them; and no man here But honours you: and every one doth wish, You had but that opinion of yourself, Which every Noble Roman bears of you. This is Trebonius. He is welcome hither. This, Decius Brutus. He is welcome too. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cymber. They are all welcome. What watchful Cares do interpose themselves Betwixt your Eyes, and Night? Shall I entreat a word? Here lies the East: doth not the Day break here? No. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and you grey Lines, That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day. You shall confess, that you are both deceived: here, as I point my Sword, the Sun arises, Which is a great way growing on the South, Weighing the youthful Season of the year. Some two months hence, up higher toward the North He first presents his fire, and the high East Stands as the Capitol, directly here. Give me your hands all over, one by one. And let us swear our Resolution. No, not an Oath: if not the Face of men, The sufferance of our Souls, the times Abuse; If these be Motives weak, break off betimes, And every man hence, to his idle bed: So let high-sighted-Tyranny range on, Till each man drop by Lottery. But if these (As I am sure they do) bear fire enough To kindle Cowards, and to steel with valour The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen, What need we any spur, but our own cause, To prick us to redress? What other Bond, Then secret Romans, that have spoke the word, And will not palter? And what other Oath, Then Honesty to Honesty engaged, That this shall be, or we will fall for it. Swear Priests and Cowards, and men Cautelous Old feeble Carrions, and such suffering Souls That welcome wrongs: Unto bad causes, swear Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not stain The even virtue of our Enterprise, Nor th' insuppressive Mettle of our Spirits, To think, that or our Cause, or our Performance Did need an Oath. When every drop of blood That every Roman bears, and Nobly bears Is guilty of a several Bastordie, If he do break the smallest Particle Of any promise that hath passed from him.
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No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Eares, And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes, That by no meanes I may diſcouer them, By any marke of fauour. Let 'em enter: They are the Faction. O Conſpiracie, Sham'ſt thou to ſhew thy dang'rous Brow by Night, When euills are moſt free? O then, by day Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough, To maske thy monſtrous Viſage? Seek none Conſpiracie, Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie: For if thou path thy natiue ſemblance on, Not Erebus it ſelfe were dimme enough, To hide thee from preuention. I thinke we are too bold vpon your Reſt: Good morrow Brutus, doe we trouble you? I haue beene vp this howre, awake all Night: Know I theſe men, that come along with you? Yes, euery man of them; and no man here But honors you: and euery one doth wiſh, You had but that opinion of your ſelfe, Which euery Noble Roman beares of you. This is Trebonius. He is welcome hither. This, Decius Brutus. He is welcome too. This, Caska; this, Cinna; and this, Metellus Cymber. They are all welcome. What watchfull Cares doe interpoſe themſelues Betwixt your Eyes, and Night? Shall I entreat a word? Here lyes the Eaſt: doth not the Day breake heere? No. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and you grey Lines, That fret the Clouds, are Meſſengers of Day. You ſhall confeſſe, that you are both deceiu'd: Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne ariſes, Which is a great way growing on the South, Weighing the youthfull Seaſon of the yeare. Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North He firſt preſents his fire, and the high Eaſt Stands as the Capitoll, directly heere. Giue me your hands all ouer, one by one. And let vs ſweare our Reſolution. No, not an Oath: if not the Face of men, The ſufferance of our Soules, the times Abuſe; If theſe be Motiues weake, breake off betimes, And euery man hence, to his idle bed: So let high-ſighted-Tyranny range on, Till each man drop by Lottery. But if theſe (As I am ſure they do) beare fire enough To kindle Cowards, and to ſteele with valour The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen, What neede we any ſpurre, but our owne cauſe, To pricke vs to redreſſe? What other Bond, Then ſecret Romans, that haue ſpoke the word, And will not palter? And what other Oath, Then Honeſty to Honeſty ingag'd, That this ſhall be, or we will fall for it. Sweare Prieſts and Cowards, and men Cautelous Old feeble Carrions, and ſuch ſuffering Soules That welcome wrongs: Vnto bad cauſes, ſweare Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not ſtaine The euen vertue of our Enterprize, Nor th' inſuppreſſiue Mettle of our Spirits, To thinke, that or our Cauſe, or our Performance Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares Is guilty of a ſeuerall Baſtordie, If he do breake the ſmalleſt Particle Of any promiſe that hath paſt from him.