Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Why all the begging Minstrels by the way, He took along with him, and forced to strive That he might overcome, Imagining Himself immortal, by such victories. The Men he carried over were enough T'have put the Parthian to his second flight Or the proud Indian, taught the Roman Yoke. But they were Nero's men, like Nero armed With lutes, and Harps, and Pipes, and Fiddle-cases: Soldiers to th' shadow trained, and not the field. Therefore they brought spoils of such Soldiers worthy. But to throw down the walls, and Gates of Rome, To make an entrance for an Hobby-horse; To vaunt toth' people his ridiculous spoils; To come with Laurel, and with Olives crowned, For having been the worst of all the Singers, Is beyond Patience; I and anger too, Had you but seen him in his Chariot ride. That Chariot in which, Augustus late His Triumphs over' so many Nations showed, And with him in the same a Minstrel placed, The whilst the people, running by his side, Hail thou Olympic Conqueror did cry, O hail thou Pythian, and did fill the sky With shame, and voices, Heaven would not have heard. I saw't, but turned away my Eyes, and Ears, Angry, they should be privy to such sights. Why do I stand relating of the story, Which in the doing had enough to grieve me? Tell on, and end the tale, you, whom it pleaseth; Me mine own sorrow stops from further speaking. Nero, my love doth make thy fault, and my grief greater. I do commend in Seneca this passion; And yet methinks our country's misery, Doth at our hands crave somewhat more than tears. Pity, though't doth a kind affection show, (If it end there) our weakness makes us know. Let children weep, and men seek remedy, Stoutly, and like a Soldier, Flavius: Yet, to seek remedy to a PRINCE's ill, Seldom, but it doth the Physician kill. And if it do Scevinus, it shall take But a devoted soul from Flavius, Which, to my Country, and the Gods of Rome, Already sacred is, and given away, Death is no stranger unto me, I have The doubtful hazard in twelve Battles thrown, My chance was life. Why do we go to fight in Brittanie? And end our lives under another Sun? Seek causeless dangers out? The German might Enjoy his Woods, and his own All is drink, Yet we walk safely in the streets of Rome: Bodinca hinders not, but we might live, Whom, we do hurt; Them we call enemies, And those our Lords that spoil, and murder us. Nothing is hard to them that dare to die. This Noble resolution in you Lords, Heartens me to disclose some thoughts that I— The matter is of weight and dangerous. I see you fear us Servinvs. Nay, Nay, although the thing be full of fear. Tell it to faithful Ears, what ever it be. Faith let it go, it will but trouble us, be hurtful to the speaker, and the hearer. If our long friendship, or the opinion.
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Why all the begging Mynſtrills by the way, He tooke along with him, and forc'd to ſtriue That he might ouercome, Imagining Himſelfe Imortall, by ſuch victories. The Men he caried ouer were enough T'haue put the Parthian to his ſecond flight Or the proud Indyan, taught the Roman Yoke. But they were Neroes men, like Nero arm'd With Luts, and Harpes, and Pipes, and Fiddle-caſes: Souldyers to th ſhadow traynd, and not the field. Therefore they brought ſpoyles of ſuch Soldyers worthy. But to throw downe the walls, and Gates of Rome, To make an entrance for an Hobby-horſe; To vaunt toth' people his rediculous ſpoyles; To come with Lawrell, and with Olyues crown'd, For hauing beene the worſt of all the Singers, Is beyond Patience; I and anger too, Had you but ſeene him in his Chariot ryde. That Chariot in which, Auguſtus late His Triumphs ore' ſo many Nations ſhew'd, And with him in the ſame a Minſtrell plac'd, The whil'ſt the people, running by his ſide, Hayle thou Olimpick Conqueror did crye, O haile thou Pithian, and did fill the skie With ſhame, and voyces, Heauen would not haue heard. I ſaw't, but turn'd away my Eyes, and Eares, Angry, they ſhould be priuie to ſuch ſights. Why doe I ſtand relating of the ſtorie, Which in the doing had enough to grieue me? Tell on, and end the tale, you, whom it pleaſeth; Mee mine owne ſorrow ſtops from further ſpeaking. Nero, my loue doth make thy fault, and my griefe greater. I doe commend in Seneca this paſsion; And yet me thinkes our Countries miſerie, Doth at our hands craue ſomewhat more then teares. Pittie, though't doth a kind affection ſhow, (If it end there) our weakeneſſe makes vs know. Let children weepe, and men ſeeke remedie, Stoutly, and like a Souldier, Flauius: Yet, to ſeeke remedie to a Princes ill, Seldome, but it doth the Phiſitian kill. And if it doe Sceuinus, it ſhall take But a deuoted ſoule from Flauius, Which, to my Countrey, and the Gods of Rome, Alreadie ſacred is, and giuen away, Death is no ſtraunger vnto me, I haue The doubtfull hazard in twelue Battailes throwne, My chaunce was life. Why doe we goe to fight in Brittanie? And end our liues vnder an other Sunne? Seeke cauſeleſſe dangers out? The German might Enioy his Woods, and his owne All is drinke, Yet we walke ſafely in the ſtreets of Rome: Bodinca hinders not, but we might liue, Whom, we doe hurt; Them we call enemies, And thoſe our Lords that ſpoyle, and murder vs. Nothing is hard to them that dare to die. This Noble reſolution in you Lords, Heartens me to diſcloſe ſome thoughts that I — The matter is of waight and dangerous. I ſee you feare vs Seruinus. Nay, Nay, although the thing be full of feare. Tell it to faithfull Eares, what eare it bee. Faith let it goe, it will but trouble vs, Bee hurtfull to the ſpeaker, and the hearer. If our long friendſhip, or the opinion.