Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Thrust with reports, and rumours from his seat. My Lord you know the Camp depends on you As you determine. There it lies Antonius, What should we do, it boots not to rely On Nero's stinking fortunes, and to sit Securely looking on, were to receive An Emperor from Spain; which how disgraceful It were to us, who if we weigh ourselves The most material accessions are Of all the Roman Empire, which disgrace To cover we must join ourselves betimes, And thereby seem to have created Gabba; Therefore I'll straight proclaim a Donative, Of thirty thousand sesterces a man. I think so great a gift was never heard of. Galba they say is frugally inclined, Will he avow so great a gift as this? howe'er he like of it, he must avow it, If by our promise he be once engaged; And since the soldiers' care belongs to me, I will have care of them, and of their good. Let them thank me, if I through this occasion Procure for them so great a donative. So you be thanked, it skills not who prevail, Galba, or Nero, traitor to them both; You give it out that Nero's fled to Egypt, Who with the frights of your reports amazed, By our device, doth lurk for better news, Whilst you inevitably do betray him, Works he all this for Galba then? not so I have long seen his climbing to the Empire By secret practises of gracious women, And other instruments of the late Court, That was his love to her that me refused; And now by this he would give the soldiers' favour; Now is the time to quit Poppaea's scorn, And his rivality; I'll straight reveal His treacheries, to Galba's agents here. You see what issue things do sort unto, Yet may we hope not only impunity, But with our fellows part o'th' gift proclaimed. Whether go you, stay my friends; 'Tis Caesar calls you, stay my loving friends. We were his slaves, his footstools, and must crouch; But now, with such observance to his feet, It is his misery that calls us friends. And moves you not the misery of a Prince? O stay my friends, stay, harken to the voice Which once ye knew. Hark to the people's cries, Hark to the streets, that Galba, Galba ring. The people may forsake me without blame, I did them wrong to make you rich, and great, I took their houses to bestow on you: Treason in them hath name of liberty, Your fault hath no excuse, you are my fault, And the excuse of others treachery. Shall we with staying seem his tyrannies T' uphold, as if we were in love with them? We are excused unless we stay too long, As forced Ministers, and apart of wrong.
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Thruſt with reports, and rumours from his ſeat. My Lord you know the Campe depends on you As you determine. There it lies Antonius, What ſhould we doe, it boots not to relie On Neroes ſtinking fortunes, and to ſit Securely looking on, were to receiue An Emperor from Spaine; which how diſgracefull It were to vs, who if we waigh our ſelues The moſt materiall acceſsions are Of all the Roman Empire, which diſgrace To couer we muſt ioyne our ſelues betimes, And thereby ſeeme to haue created Gabba; Therefore Ile ſtraight proclaime a Donatiue, Of thirty thouſand ſiſterces a man. I thinke ſo great a gift was neuer heard of. Galba they ſay is frugally inclinde, Will he avow ſo great a gift as this? How ere he like of it, he muſt avow it, If by our promiſe he be once ingaged; And ſince the ſouldiers care belongs to mee, I will haue care of them, and of their good. Let them thanke me, if I through this occaſion Procure for them ſo great a donatiue. So you be thankt, it skils not who preuaile, Galba, or Nero, traitor to them both; You giue it out that Neroes fled to Egypt, Who with the frights of your repotts amaz'd, By our deuice, doth lurke for better newes, Whilſt you ineuitably doe betray him, Workes he all this for Galba then? not ſo I haue long ſeene his climbing to the Empire By ſecret practiſes of gracious women, And other inſtruments of the late Court, That was his loue to het that me refus'd; And now by this he would giue the ſouldiers fauour; Now is the time to quit Poppaeas ſcorne, And his rivallity; Ile ſtraight reueale His treacheries, to Galbaes agents here. You ſee what iſſue things doe ſort vnto, Yet may we hope not onely impunitie, But with our fellowes part oth' guift proclaim'd. Whether goe you, ſtay my friends; 'Tis Caeſar calles you, ſtay my louing friends. We were his ſlaues, his footſtooles, and muſt crouch; But now, with ſuch obſeruance to his feet, It is his miſery that calles vs friends. And moues you not the miſery of a Prince? O ſtay my friends, ſtay, harken to the voyce Which once yee knew. Harke to the peoples cryes, Harke to the ſtreets, that Galba, Galba ring. The people may forſake me without blame, I did them wrong to make you rich, and great, I tooke their houſes to beſtow on you: Treaſon in them hath name of libertie, Your fault hath no excuſe, you are my fault, And the excuſe of others treachery. Shall we with ſtaying ſeeme his tyrannies T' vphold, as if we were in loue with them? We are excus'd vnleſſe we ſtay too long, As forced Miniſters, and apart of wrong.