Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Why should I fear to tell them? Why is he not a Parricide, a Player? Nay Lucan is he not thine Enemy? Hate not the Heavens, as well, as men, to see That condemned head: and you O righteous Gods Whither so ere you now are fled, and will No more look down upon th'oppressed Earth; O severe anger of the highest Gods, And thou stern power, to whom the Greeks assign Scourges, and swords to punish proud men's wrongs, If you be more than names found out to awe us, And that we do not vainly build you altars, Aid that just arm, that's bent to execute What you should do. Stay, y'are carried too much away Scevinus. Why, what will you say for him? hath he not Sought to suppress your Poem, to bereave That honour every tongue in duty paid it. Nay, what can you say for him, hath he not Broached his own wives (a chaste wives) breast, and torn With Scythian hands his Mother's bowels up, The Inhospitable Caucasus is mild: The More, that, in the boiling desert, seeks With blood of stranger to imbrue his jaws Upbraids the Roman, now with barbarousness You are to earnest, I neither can, nor will I speak for him: And, though he sought my learned pains to wrong, I hate him not for that, My verse shall live When Nero's body shall be thrown in Tiber, And times to come shall bless those wicked arms; I love th'unnatural wounds, from whence did flow Another Ciria, a new Helicon. I hate him that he is Rome's enemy, An enemy to Virtue; fits on high To shame the seat; And in that hate, my life, And blood, I'll mingle on the earth with yours. My deeds Scevinus shall speak my consent. 'tis answered, as I looked for, noble Poet, Worthy the double Laurel; Flavius, Good luck I see, doth virtuous meanings aid, And therefore have the heavens forborn their duties, To grace our swords with glorious blood of Tyrants. HEre waits Poppea her Nimphidius coming, And hath this garden, and these walks chose out, To bless her with more pleasures than their own: Not only Arras hangings, and silk beeds Are guilty of the faults we blame them for: Somewhat these Arbours, and you trees do know, Whilst you kind shades, you to these night sports show. Night sports? Faith, they are done in open day, And the Sun seeth, and envieth their play. Hither have I Lovesick Antonius brought, And thrust him on occasion so long sought: Showed him the Empress in a thicket by, Her love's approach waiting with greedy Eye; And told him, if he ever meant to prove, The doubtful issue of his hopeless Love; This is the place, and time wherein to try it, Women will here the suit, that will deny it. The suit's not hard that she comes for to take; Who (hot in lust of men) doth difference make? At last, loath, willing, to her did he pace; Arm him Priapus, with thy powerful Mace. But see, they coming are; how they agree Here will I hearken, shroud me gentle tree.
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Why ſhould I feare to tell them? Why is he not a Parricide, a Player? Nay Lucan is he not thine Enemie? Hate not the Heauens, as well, as men, to ſee That condem'd head: and you O righteous Gods Whither ſo ere you now are fled, and will No more looke downe vpon th'oppreſſed Earth; O ſeuere anger of the higheſt Gods, And thou ſterne power, to whom the Greekes aſsigne Scourges, and ſwords to puniſh proud mens wrongs, If you be more then names found out to awe vs, And that we doe not vainely build you alters, Aid that iuſt arme, that's bent to execute What you ſhould doe. Stay, y'are caried too much away Sceuinus. Why, what will you ſay for him? hath h not Sought to ſuppreſſe your Poem, to bereaue That honour euery tongue in duty paid it. Nay, what can you ſay for him, hath he not Broa'cht his owne wiues (a chaſt wiues) breaſt, and tone With Scithian hands his Mothers bowels vp, The Inhoſpitable Caucaſus is milde: The More, that, in the boyling deſert, ſeekes With blood of ſtranger to imbrue his iawes Vpbraides the Roman, now with barbarouſneſſe You are to earneſt, I neither can, nor will I ſpeake for him: And, though he ſought my learned paynes to wrong, I hate him not for that, My verſe ſhall liue When Neroes body ſhall be throwne in Tiber, And times to come ſhall bleſſe thoſe wicked armes; I loue th'vnnaturall wounds, from whence did flow▪ Another Ciria, a new Hellicon. I hate him that he is Romes enemie, An enemie to Vertue; fits on high To ſhame the ſeate; And in that hate, my life, And blood, le mingle on the earth with yours. My deds Sceuinus ſhall ſpeake my conſent. Tis anſwerd, as I lookt for, noble Poet, Worthy the double Lawrell; Flauius, Good lucke I ſee, doth vertuous meanings ayde, And therefore haue the Heauens forborne their duties, To grace our ſwords with glorious blood of Tyrants. HEre waites Poppea her Nimphidius comming, And hath this garden, and theſe walkes choſe out, To bleſſe her with more pleaſures then their owne: Not onely Arras hangings, and ſilke beeds Are guilty of the faults we blame them for: Somewhat theſe Arbors, and you trees doe know, Whil'ſt you kind ſhades, you to theſe night ſports ſhow. Night ſports? Faith, they are done in open day, And the Sunne ſee'th, and enuieth their play. Hither haue I Loue-ſicke Antonius brought, And thruſt him on occaſion ſo long ſought: Shewed him the Empreſſe in a thicket by, Her loues approach waiting with greedie Eye; And told him, if he euer meant to proue, The doubtfull iſſue of his hopeleſſe Loue; This is the place, and time wherein to try it, Women will heere the ſuite, that will deny it. The ſuit's not hard that ſhe comes for to take; Who (hott in luſt of men) doth difference make? At laſt, loath, willing, to her did he pace; Arme him Priapus, with thy powerfull Mace. But ſee, they comming are; how they agree Heere will I harken, ſhroud me gentle tree.