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 0.77 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Flatterers? Now Brutus thank yourself, This tongue had not offended so to day, If Cassius might have ruled. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make us sweat, The proof of it will turn to redder drops: Look, I draw a Sword against Conspirators, When think you that the Sword goes up again? Never till Caesar's three and thirty wounds Be well avenged; or till another Caesar Have added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors. Caesar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands, Unless thou bring'st them with thee. So I hope: I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword. O if thou were't the Noblest of thy Strain, Youngman, thou couldst not dye more honourable. A peevish Schoolboy, worthless of such Honour Joined with a Masker, and a Reveller. Old Cassius still. Come Antony: away: Defiance Traitors, hurl we in your teeth. If you dare fight to day, come to the Field; If not, when you have stomachs. Why now blow wind, swell Billow, And swim Bark: The Storm is up, and all is on the hazard. Ho Lucillius, hark, a word with you. My Lord. Messala. What says my General? Messala, this is my Birthday: as this very day Was Cassius borne. Give me thy hand Messala: Be thou my witness, that against my will (As Pompey was) am I compelled to set Upon one Battle all our Liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus strong, And his Opinion: Now I change my mind, And partly credit things that do presage. Coming from Sardis, on our former Ensign Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they parched, Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands, Who to Philippi here consorted us: This Morning are they fled away, and gone, And in their steeds, do Ravens, Crows, and Kites Fly over our heads, and downward look on us As we were sickly prey; their shadows seem A Canopy most fatal, under which Our Army lies, ready to give up the Ghost. Believe not so. I but believe it partly, For I am fresh of spirit, and resolved To meet all perils, very constantly. Even so Lucillius. Now most Noble Brutus, The Gods to day stand friendly, that we may Lovers in peace, lead on our days to age. But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall. If we do lose this Battle, then is this The very last time we shall speak together: What are you then determined to do? Even by the rule of that Philosophy, By which I did blame Cato, for the death Which he did give himself, I know not how: But I do find it Cowardly, and vile, For fear of what might fall, so to prevent The time of life, arming myself with patience, To stay the providence of some high Powers, That govern us below.
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Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your ſelfe, This tongue had not offended ſo to day, If Caſſius might haue rul'd. Come, come, the cauſe. If arguing make vs ſwet, The proofe of it will turne to redder drops: Looke, I draw a Sword againſt Conſpirators, When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe? Neuer till Caeſars three and thirtie wounds Be well aueng'd; or till another Caeſar Haue added ſlaughter to the Sword of Traitors. Caeſar, thou canſt not dye by Traitors hands, Vnleſſe thou bring'ſt them with thee. So I hope: I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword. O if thou wer't the Nobleſt of thy Straine, Yong-man, thou could'ſt not dye more honourable. A peeuiſh School-boy, worthles of ſuch Honor Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller. Old Caſſius ſtill. Come Antony: away: Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth. If you dare fight to day, come to the Field; If not, when you haue ſtomackes. Why now blow winde, ſwell Billow, And ſwimme Barke: The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard. Ho Lucillius, hearke, a word with you. My Lord. Meſſala. What ſayes my Generall? Meſſala, this is my Birth-day: as this very day Was Caſſius borne. Giue me thy hand Meſſala: Be thou my witneſſe, that againſt my will (As Pompey was) am I compell'd to ſet Vpon one Battell all our Liberties. You know, that I held Epicurus ſtrong, And his Opinion: Now I change my minde, And partly credit things that do preſage. Comming from Sardis, on our former Enſigne Two mighty Eagles fell, and there they pearch'd, Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands, Who to Philippi heere conſorted vs: This Morning are they fled away, and gone, And in their ſteeds, do Rauens, Crowes, and Kites Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs As we were ſickely prey; their ſhadowes ſeeme A Canopy moſt fatall, vnder which Our Army lies, ready to giue vp the Ghoſt. Beleeue not ſo. I but beleeue it partly, For I am freſh of ſpirit, and reſolu'd To meete all perils, very conſtantly. Euen ſo Lucillius. Now moſt Noble Brutus, The Gods to day ſtand friendly, that we may Louers in peace, leade on our dayes to age. But ſince the affayres of men reſts ſtill incertaine, Let's reaſon with the worſt that may befall. If we do loſe this Battaile, then is this The very laſt time we ſhall ſpeake together: What are you then determined to do? Euen by the rule of that Philoſophy, By which I did blame Cato, for the death Which he did giue himſelfe, I know not how: But I do finde it Cowardly, and vile, For feare of what might fall, ſo to preuent The time of life, arming my ſelfe with patience, To ſtay the prouidence of ſome high Powers, That gouerne vs below.