Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
O be it far, that I should stain my Table, And Gods of Hospitality with blood; Let not our cause (now Innocent) be soiled With such a blot, nor Piso's name made hateful. What place can better fit our action Then his own house? that boundless envied heap, Built with the spoils, and blood of Citizens That hath taken up the City, left no room For Rome to stand on; Romans get you gone And dwell at Uciae, If that Uciae too This house over run not. But 'twill be hard to do it in his house, And harder to escape being done. Not so, Bufus the Captain of the Guard's with us, And diverse other o'th' Praetorian Band Already made; many, though unacquainted With our intents, have had disgrace and wrongs, Which grieve them still; most will be glad of change, And even they that loved him best, when once They see him gone, will smile o'th' coming times, Let go things past, and look to their own safety: Besides, th'astonishment and fear will be So great, so sudden, that 'twill hinder them From doing any thing. No private business can concern them all; Their countenances are troubled, and look sad, Doubt and Importance in their face is read. Yet still I think it were Safer t'attempt him private, and alone. But 'twill not carry that opinion with it, 'twill seem more foul, and come from private malice. Brutus, and they, to right the common cause, Did choose a public place. Our deed is honest, why should it seek corners? 'tis for the people done, let them behold it; Let me have them a witness of my truth, And love toth' Commonwealth; The danger's greater, So is the glory. Why should our pale counsels Tend whether fear, rather than virtue calls them: I do not like these cold considerings; First, let our thoughts look up to what is honest, Next, to what's safe; If danger may deter us, Nothing that's great, or good shall ere be done; And, when we first gave hands upon this deed Tothth' commons safety, we our own gave up. Let not man venture on a PRINCE's death, How bad soever, with belief to escape; Despair must be our hope, fame, or reward. To make the general liking to concur With others, were even to strike him in his shame, Or (as he thinks) his glory, on the Stage, And so too truly make't a Tragedy; When all the people cannot choose but clap So sweet a close, and 'twill not Caesar be That shall be slain, a Roman Prince: 'twill be Alemaeon, or blind Oedipus. And if it be of public matters, 'tis not Like to be talk, or idle fault finding, On which the coward only spends his wisdom: These are all men of action, and of spirit, And dare perform what they determine on.
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O be it farre, that I ſhould ſtaine my Table, And Gods of Hoſpitalitie with blood; Let not our cauſe (now Innocent) be ſoyld With ſuch a blot, nor Piſoes name made hatefull. What place can better fit our action Then his owne houſe? that boundleſſe enuied heape, Built with the ſpoyles, and blood of Cittizens That hath taken vp the Citie, left no roome For Rome to ſtand on; Romanes get you gone And dwell at Ʋciae, If that Vciae too This houſe ore runne not. But twill be hard to doe it in his houſe, And harder to eſcape being done. Not ſo, Bfus the Captaine of the Guard's with vs, And diuers other oth' Preterian Band Already made; many, though vnacquainted With our intents, haue had diſgrace and wrongs, Which grieue them ſtill; moſt will be glad of change, And euen they that lou'd him beſt, when once They ſee him gone, will ſmile o'th comming times, Let goe things paſt, and looke to their owne ſafetie: Beſides, th'aſtoniſhment and feare will be So great, ſo ſodaine, that 'twill hinder them From doing any thing. No priuate buſineſſe can concerne them all; Their countenances are troubled, and looke ſad, Doubt and Importance in their face is read. Yet ſtill I thinke it were Safer t'attempt him priuate, and alone. But 'twill not carry that opinion with it, Twill ſeeme more foule, and come from priuate malice. Brutus, and they, to right the common cauſe, Did chuſe a publike place. Our deed is honeſt, why ſhould it ſeeke corners? Tis for the people done, let them behold it; Let me haue them a witneſſe of my truth, And loue toth' Common-wealth; The danger's greater, So is the glory. Why ſhould our pale counſels Tend whether feare, rather then vertue calls them: I doe not like theſe cold conſiderings; Firſt, let our thoughts looke vp to what is honeſt, Next, to what's ſafe; If danger may deterre vs, Nothing that's great, or good ſhall ere be done; And, when we firſt gaue hands vpon this deed Toth' commons ſafetie, we our owne gaue vp. Let not man venture on a princes death, How bad ſoeuer, with beliefe to eſcape; Diſpaire muſt be our hope, fame, or reward. To make the generall liking to concurre With others, were euen to ſtrike him in his ſhame, Or (as he thinks) his glory, on the Stage, And ſo too truely make't a Tragedy; When all the people cannot chuſe but clap So ſweet a cloſe, and 'twill not Caeſar be That ſhall be ſlaine, a Romane Prince: Twill be Alemaeon, or blind Oedipus. And if it be of publique matters, 'tis not Like to be talke, or idle fault finding, On which the coward onely ſpends his wiſedome: Theſe are all men of action, and of ſpirit, And dare performe what they determine on.