Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Why? Is he raised? That have I sought in him, But never piece of good desert could find: He is Nimphidias son, the decreed woman, Which baseness to shake off, he nothing hath But his own pride You Remember, when Gallus, Celsus, And others too, though now forgotten were Great in Poppeas eyes. I do, and did interpret it in them An honourable favour, she bore virtue, Or parts like virtue. The cause is one of theirs, and this man's grace, I once was great in wavering smiles of Court, I fell because I knew: Sense have I given My time to my own pleasures, and would now Advise thee too, to mean, and safe delights: The thigh's as soft the sheep's back covereth As that which crimson, and with Gold adorned: Yet cause I see, that thy restraind desires. Cannot their own way choose, come thou with me Perhaps I'll show thee means of remedy. Whither so fast man? whither so fast? Whither? but where your ears do lead you; To Nero's Triumphs, and the shouts you hear. Why? comes he crowned with Parthian overthrow. And brings he Volegaeus with him, chained? Parthian overthrown? why, he comes crowned For victories which never Roman won; For having Greece in her own arts overthrown; In Singing, Dancing, horse-race, Stage-playing. Never, O Rome had never such a Prince. Yet, I have heard: our ancestors were crowned For other Victories. None of our ancestors, were ere like him. Hark, how th'applauding shouts do clear th'air This Idle talk will make me lose the sight. Whither go you? all's done i'th' Capital, And Nero, having there his tables hung, And Garlands up: is to the Palace gone. 'twas beyond wonder; I shall never see, Nay, I never look, to see the like again eighteen hundred and eight Crowns For several victories and the place set down Where, and in what, and whom he overcame. That was set down itt'h tables, that were borne Upon the soldiers' spears. O made, and sometimes use to other ends. But did he win them all with singing. Faith all with singing, and with stage-playing. So many Crowns got with a song. But, did you mark the Greek Musicians Behind his Chariot, hanging down their heads? Shamed, and o'ercome, in their professions, O Rome was never honoured so, before. But, what was he that rode i'th'' Chariot with him? That was Diodorus the Minstrel, that he favours. Was there ever such a Prince. O Nero Augustus, the true Augustus. Nay, had you seen him as he rode along, With an Olympic Crown upon his head, And with a Pythian on his arm: you would have thought, Looking on one he had Apollo seemed, On th'other Hercules. I have heard my father oft repeat the Triumphs, Which in Augustus Caesar's times were shown, Upon his Victory o'er the Illyrians; But it seems it was not like to this. Push, it could not be like this. O Nero, Apollo, Nero, Hercules.
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Why? Is he rais'd? That haue I ſought in him, But neuer peece of good deſert could find: Hee is Nimphidias ſonne, the free'd woman, Which baſeneſſe to ſhake off, he nothing hath But his owne pride You Remember, when Gallus, Celſus, And others too, though now forgotten were Great in Poppeas eyes. I doe, and did enterpret it in them An honorable fauor, ſhe bare vertue, Or parts like vertue. The cauſe is one of theirs, and this mans grace, I once was great in wauering ſmiles of Court, I fell becauſe I knew: Sence haue I giuen My time to my owne pleaſures, and would now Aduiſe thee too, to meane, and ſafe delights: The thigh's as ſoft the ſheepes backe couereth As that which crimſon, and with Gold adorn'd: Yet cauſe I ſee, that thy reſtraind deſires. Cannot their owne way chooſe, come thou with me Perhapps Ile ſhew thee meanes of remedie. Whither ſo faſt man? whither ſo faſt? Whither? but where your eares doe lead you; To Neres Triumphs, and the ſhouts you heare. Why? comes he crown'd with Parthian ouerthrow. And brings he Ʋ legaeſus with him, chai'nd? Parthian ouerthrowne? why, he comes crownd For victories which neuer Roman wonne; For hauing Greece in her owne arts ouerthrowne; In Singing, Dauncing, Horſe-raſe, Stage-playing. Neuer, O Rome had neuer ſuch a Prince. Yet, I haue heard: our anceſtors were crown'd For other Victories. None of our anceſtors, were ere like him. Harke, how th'applauding ſhouts doe cleare th'ayre This Idle talke will make me looſe the ſight. Whither goe you? alls done i'th Capytall, And Nero, hauing there his tables hung, And Garlands vp: is to the Pallace gone. T'was beyond wonder; I ſhall neuer ſee, Nay, I neuer looke, to ſee the like againe Eighteene hundred and eight Crownes For ſeuerall victories and the place ſet downe Where, and in what, and whom he ouercame. That was ſet downe it'h tables, that were borne Vpon the Souldiers ſpeares. O made, and ſometimes vſe to other ends. But did he winne them all with ſinging. Faith all with ſinging, and with ſtage-playing. So many Crownes got with a ſong. But, did you marke the Greeke Muſitians Behinde his Chariot, hanging downe their heads? Sham'd, and orecome, in their profeſsions, O Rome was neuer honour'd ſo, before. But, what was he that rode'ith' Chariot with him? That was Diodorus the Mynſtrill, that he fauours. Was there euer ſuch a Prince. O Nero Auguſtus, the true Auguſtus. Nay, had you ſeene him as he rode along, With an Olympicke Crowne vpon his head, And with a Pithian on his arme: you would haue thought, Looking on one he had Apollo ſeem'd, On th'other Hercules. I haue heard my father oft repeat the Triumphs, Which in Auguſtus Caeſars tymes were ſhowne, Vpon his Victorie ore the Jllirians; But it ſeemes it was not lie to this. Puſh, it could not be like this. O Nero, Apollo, Nero, Hercules.