Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
To Courts a stranger, and dost rather choose, The smoky reeds, and sedgy cottages, Than the proud roofs, and wanton cost of Kings. O sweet despised joys of poverty, A happiness unknown unto the Gods: Would I had rather in poor Gallij been, Or Ulubrae, a ragged Magistrate, Sat as a judge of measures, and of corn, Than the adored Monarch of the world. Mother, thou didst deservedly in this, That from a private, and sure state, didst raise My fortunes, to this slippery hill of greatness; Where I can neither stand, nor fall with life. But since we are discovered, what remains? But put our lives upon our hands, these swords Shall try us Traitors, or true Citizens. And what should make this hazard doubt success, Stout men are oft with sudden onsets daunted, What shall this Stage-player be? It is not now, Augustus gravity, nor Tiberius' craft, But Tigellinus, and Crisogorus eunuchs, and women that we go against. This for thy own sake, this for ours we beg, That thou wilt suffer him to be o'ercome; Why shouldst thou keep so many vowed swords From such a hated throat? Or shall we fear, To trust unto the Gods so good a cause. By this we may, ourselves Heaven's favour promise, Because all nobleness, and worth on earth We see's on our side; Here the Faby's son, Here the Corvini are, and take that part; There noble Fathers would, if now they lived; There's not a soul that claims Nobility Either by his, or his forefathers' merit, But is with us; with us the gallant youth Whom passed dangers, or hot blood makes bold: Stayed men suspect their wisdom, or their faith, To whom our counsels we have not revealed. And while (our party seeking to disgrace) They traitors call us, Each man treason praiseth, And hateth faith, when Piso is a traitor. And at adventurer what by stoutness can Befall us worse, then will by cowardice? If both the people, and the soldier failed us, Yet shall we die at least worthy ourselves, Worthy our ancestors: O Piso think, Think on that day, when in the Parthian fields Thou cried'st to th' flying Legions to turn, And look Death in the face; he was not grim, But fair and lovely, when he came in arms. O why, there died we not on Syrian swords? Were we reserved to prisons, and to chains. Behold the Galley-asses in every street, And even now they come to clap on irons; Must Piso's head be showed upon a pole? Those members torn; rather then Roman-like, And Piso-like, with weapons in our hands Fighting, in throng of enemies to die: And that it shall not be a civil war Nero prevents, whose cruelty hath left Few Citizens; we are not Romans now, But Moores, and Jews, and utmost Spaniards, And Asia's refuge that do fill the City.
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To Courts a ſtranger, and doſt rather chooſe, The ſmoaky reedes, and ſedgy cottages, Then the proud roofes, and wanton coſt of Kings. O ſweet diſpiſed ioyes of pouerty, A happines vnknowne vnto the Gods: Would I had rather in poore Gallij bin, Or Vlubrae, a ragged Magiſtrate, Sat as a Iudge of meaſures, and of corne, Then the adored Monarke of the world. Mother, thou didſt deſeruedly in this, That from a priuate, and ſure ſtate, didſt raiſe My fortunes, to this ſlippery hill of greatneſſe; Where I can neither ſtand, nor fall with life. But ſince we are diſcouer'd, what remaines? But put our liues vpon our hands, theſe ſwords Shall try vs Traitors, or true Citizens. And what ſhould make this hazard doubt ſucceſſe, Stout men are oft with ſudden onſets danted, What ſhall this Stage-player be? It is not now, Auguſtus grauitie, nor Tiberius craft, But Tigellinus, and Criſogorus Eunucke, and women that we goe againſt. This for thy owne ſake, this for ours we begg, That thou wilt ſuffer him to be orecome; Why ſhouldſt thou keepe ſo many vowed ſwords From ſuch a hated throate? Or ſhall we feare, To truſt vnto the Gods ſo good a cauſe. By this we may, our ſelues Heauens fauour promiſe, Becauſe all nobleneſſe, and worth on earth We ſee's on our ſide; Here the Faby's ſonne, Here the Coruini are, and take that part; There noble Fathers would, if now they liu'd; There's not a ſoule that claimes Nobilitie Either by his, or his fore-fathers merit, But is with vs; with vs the gallant youth Whom paſſed dangers, or hote bloud makes bould: Staid men ſuſpect their wiſedome, or their faith, To whom our counſels we haue not reueald. And while (our party ſeeking to diſgrace) They traitors call vs, Each man treaſon praiſeth, And hateth faith, when Piſo is a traitor. And at aduenturer what by ſtoutneſſe can Befall vs worſe, then will by cowardiſe? If both the people, and the ſouldier failde vs, Yet ſhall we die at leaſt worthy our ſelues, Worthy our anceſtors: O Piſo thinke, Thinke on that day, when in the Parthian fields Thou cryedſt to th' flying Legions to turne, And looke Death in the face; he was not grim, But faire and louely, when he came in armes. O why, there di'd we not on Syrian ſwords? Were we reſeru'd to priſons, and to chaines. Behold the Galley-aſſes in euery ſtreet, And euen now they come to clap on yrons; Muſt Piſoes head be ſhewed vpon a pole? Thoſe members torne; rather then Roman-like, And Piſo-like, with weapons in our hands Fighting, in throng of enemies to die: And that it ſhall not be a ciuill warre Nero preuents, whoſe cruelty hath left Few Citizens; we are not Romans now, But Moores, and Iewes, and vtmoſt Spaniards, And Aſiaes refuge that doe fill the Citie.