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 0.74 · 449 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Then, if we lose this Battle, You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorough the streets of Rome. No Cassius, no: Think not thou Noble Roman, That ever Brutus will go bound to Rome, He bears too great a mind. But this same day Must end that work, the Ideses of March begun. And whether we shall meet again, I know not: Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell Cassius, If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. For ever, and for ever, farewell Brutus: If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Why then lead on. O that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come: But it sufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is known. Come ho, away. Ride, ride Messala, ride and give these Bills Unto the Legions, on the other side. Let them set on at once: for I perceive But cold demeanour in Octauio's wing: And sudden push gives them the overthrow: Ride, ride Messala, let them all come down. O look Titinius, look, the Villains fly: Myself have to mine own turned Enemy: This Ensign here of mine was turning back, I slew the Coward, and did take it from him. O Cassius, Brutus gave the word too early, Who having some advantage on Octavius, took it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to spoil, Whilst we by Antony are all enclosed. Fly further off my Lord: fly further off, Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord: Fly therefore Noble Cassius, fly far off. This Hill is far enough. Look, look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceive the fire? They are, my Lord. Titinius, if thou lovest me, Mount thou my horse, and hide thy spurs in him, Till he have brought thee up to yonder Troops And here again, that I may rest assured Whether yond Troops, are Friend or Enemy. I will be here again, even with a thought. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My sight was ever thick: regard Titinius, And tell me what thou notest about the Field. This day I breathed first, Time is come round, And where I did begin, there shall I end, My life is run his compass. Sirrah, what news? Above. O my Lord. What news? Titinius is enclosed round about With Horsemen, that make to him on the Spur, Yet he spurs on. Now they are almost on him: Now Titinius. Now some light: O he lights too. he's ta'en. And hark, they shout for joy.
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Then, if we looſe this Battaile, You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the ſtreets of Rome. No Caſſius, no: Thinke not thou Noble Romane, That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome, He beares too great a minde. But this ſame day Muſt end that worke, the Ides of March begun. And whether we ſhall meete againe, I know not: Therefore our euerlaſting farewell take: For euer, and for euer, farewell Caſſius, If we do meete againe, why we ſhall ſmile; If not, why then this parting was well made. For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus: If we do meete againe, wee'l ſmile indeede; If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made. Why then leade on. O that a man might know The end of this dayes buſineſſe, ere it come: But it ſufficeth, that the day will end, And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away. Ride, ride Meſſala, ride and giue theſe Billes Vnto the Legions, on the other ſide. Let them ſet on at once: for I perceiue But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing: And ſodaine puſh giues them the ouerthrow: Ride, ride Meſſala, let them all come downe. O looke Titinius, looke, the Villaines flye: My ſelfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy: This Enſigne heere of mine was turning backe, I ſlew the Coward, and did take it from him. O Caſſius, Brutus gaue the word too early, Who hauing ſome aduantage on Octauius, Tooke it too eagerly: his Soldiers fell to ſpoyle, Whil'ſt we by Antony are all inclos'd. Fly further off my Lord: flye further off, Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord: Flye therefore Noble Caſſius, flye farre off. This Hill is farre enough. Looke, look Titinius Are thoſe my Tents where I perceiue the fire? They are, my Lord. Titinius, if thou loueſt me, Mount thou my horſe, and hide thy ſpurres in him, Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes And heere againe, that I may reſt aſſur'd Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy. I will be heere againe, euen with a thought. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill, My ſight was euer thicke: regard Titinius, And tell me what thou not'ſt about the Field. This day I breathed firſt, Time is come round, And where I did begin, there ſhall I end, My life is run his compaſſe. Sirra, what newes? Aboue. O my Lord. What newes? Titinius is encloſed round about With Horſemen, that make to him on the Spurre, Yet he ſpurres on. Now they are almoſt on him: Now Titinius. Now ſome light: O he lights too. Hee's tane. And hearke, they ſhout for ioy.