Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
O now I see the vizard from my face So lovely, and so fearful is fallen off That vizard, shadow, nothing (Majesty) (Which like a child acquainted with his fears, But now men trembled at, and now contemn▪ Nero forsaken is of all the world. The world of truth; O fall some vengeance down Equal unto their falsehoods, and my wrongs; Might I accept the Chariot of the Sun. And like another Phaeton consume In flames of all the world; a pile of Death Worthy the state, and greatness I have lost. Or were I now but Lord of my own fires, Wherein false Rome yet once again might smoke, And perish, all unpitied of her Gods, That all things in their last destruction might Perform a funeral honour to their Lord. O love dissolve with Caesar, Caesar's world; Or you whom Nero rather should invoke Black Chaos, and you fearful shapes beneath, That with a long, and not vain envy have Sought to destroy this work of th'other Gods; Now let your darkness cease the spoils of day, And the world's first contention end your strife. Though others, bound with greater benefits Have left your changed fortunes and do run Whither new hopes do call them, yet come we. O welcome, come you to adversity, Welcome true friends, why there is faith on earth. Of thousand servants, friends, and followers; Yet two are left: your countenance methinks Gives comfort, and new hopes Do not deceive your thoughts, My Lord we bring no comfort, would we could; But the last duty to perform, and best We ever shall, a free death to persuade, To cut off hopes of fearcer cruelty, And scorn, more cruel to a worthy soul. The Senate have decreed you're punishable, After the fashion of our ancestors; Which is; your neck being locked in a fork You must be naked whipped, and scourged to death. The Senate thus decreed? they that so oft My virtues flattered have, and gifts of mine, My government preferred to ancient times, And challenge Numa to compare with me; Have they so horrible an end sought out? No, here I bear which shall prevent such shame, This hand shall yet from that deliver me, And faithful be alone unto his Lord. Alas how sharp, and terrible is death; O must I die, must now my senses close, For ever die, and ne'er return again, Never more see the Sun, nor Heaven, nor Earth? Whither go I? what shall I be anon; What horrid journey wanderest thou my soul, Under th'earth, in dark, damp, dusky vaults? Or shall I now to nothing be resolved? My fears become my hopes, O would I might. methinks I see the boiling Phlegeton, And the dull pool, feared of them we fear, The dread, and terror of the Gods themselves, The furies armed with links, with whips, with snakes, And my own furies far more mad than they; My mother, and those troops of slaughtered friends, And now the judge is brought unto the throne, That will not leave unto authority, Nor favour the oppressions of the great
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O now I ſee the vizard from my face So louely, and ſo fearefull is fall'n off That vizard, ſhadow, nothing (Maieſtie) (Which like a child acquainted with his feares, But now men trembled at, and now contemne▪ Nero forſaken is of all the world. The world of truth; O fall ſome vengeance downe Equall vnto their falſehoods, and my wrongs; Might I accept the Chariot of the Sunne. And like another Phaeton conſume In flames of all the world; a pile of Death Worthy the ſtate, and greatneſſe I haue loſt. Or were I now but Lord of my owne fires, Wherein falſe Rome yet once againe might ſmoake, And periſh, all vnpitied of her Gods, That all things in their laſt deſtruction might Performe a funerall honour to their Lord. O loue diſſolue with Caeſar, Caeſars world; Or you whom Nero rather ſhould inuoake Blacke Chaes, and you fearefull ſhapes beneath, That with a long, and not vaine enuy haue Sought to deſtroy this worke of th'other Gods; Now let your darkeneſſe ceaſe the ſpoyles of day, And the worlds firſt contention end your ſtrife. Though others, bound with greater benefits Haue left your changed fortunes and doe runne Whither new hopes doe call them, yet come we. O welcome, come you to aduerſitie, Welcome true friends, why there is faith on earth. Of thouſand ſeruants, friends, and followers; Yet two are left: your countenance me thinkes Giues comfort, and new hopes Doe not deceiue your thoughts, My Lord we bring no comfort, would we could; But the laſt duty to performe, and beſt We euer ſhall, a free death to perſwade, To cut off hopes of fearcer cruelty, And ſcorne, more cruell to a worthy ſoule. The Senate haue decreed you're puniſhable, After the faſhion of our anceſtors; Which is; your necke being locked in a forke You muſt be naked whipt, and ſcourg'd to death. The Senate thus decreed? they that ſo oft My vertues flattered haue, and guifts of mine, My gouernment prefert'd to ancient times, And challenge Numa to compare with me; Haue they ſo horrible an end ſought out? No, here I beare which ſhall preuent ſuch ſhame, This hand ſhall yet from that deliuer me, And faithfull be alone vnto his Lord. Alaſſe how ſharpe, and terrible is death; O muſt I die, muſt now my ſenſes cloſe, For euer die, and nere returne againe, Neuer more ſee the Sunne, nor Heauen, nor Earth? Whither goe I? what ſhall I be anone; What horred iourney wandreſt thou my ſoule, Vnder th'earth, in darke, dampe, duskie vaults? Or ſhall I now to nothing be reſolu'd? My feares become my hopes, O would I might. Me thinkes I ſee the boyling Phlegeton, And the dull poole, feared of them we feare, The dread, and terror of the Gods themſelues, The furies arm'd with linkes, with whippes, with ſnakes, And my owne furies farre more mad then they; My mother, and thoſe troopes of ſlaughtred friends, And now the Iudge is brought vnto the throne, That will not leaue vnto authoritie, Nor fauour the oppreſsions of the great