Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
These are the idle terrors of the night, Which wise men (though they teach, do not believe) To curb our pleasures fain, and aid the weak. Death's wrongful defamation, which would make Us shun this happy haven of our rest, This end of evils; as some fearful harm. Shadows, and fond imaginations, Which now you see on earth; but children fear. Why should our faults fear punishment from them, What do the actions of this life concern The other world, with which is no commerce? Would Heaven, and Stars, necessity compel Us to do that, which after it would punish? Let us not after our life's end believe More than you felt before it. If any words have made me confident, And boldly do, for hearing others speak, Boldly this night; But will you by example Teach me the truth of your opinion, And make me see that you believe yourselves, Will you by dying, teach me to bear death With courage? No necessity of death Hangs o'er our heads, no dangers threatens us, Nor senate's sharp decree, nor Galba's arms. Is this the thanks than thou dost pay our love? Die basely as such a life deserved; Reserve thyself to punishment, and scorn Of Rome, and of thy laughing enemies. They hate me, cause I would but live, what was't You loved kind friends, and came to see my death; Let me endure all torture, and reproach That earth, or Galba's anger can inflict: Yet hell, and Rodamanth are more pitiless. Though not deserved, yet once again I come, To warn thee to take pity on thyself; The troops by the Senate sent, descend the hill And come. To take me, and to whip me unto death: O whither shall I fly? Thou hast no choice. O hither must I fly, hard is his hap, Who from death only must by death escape, Where are they yet? O may I not a little Bethink myself? They are at hand; hark, thou mayst hear the noise. O Rome farewell farewell you Theatres, Where I so oft, with popular applause In song; and action; O they come I die. So base an end all just commiseration Doth take away, yet what we do now spurn, The morning Sun saw fearful to the world. You both shall die together, Traitors both, He to the common wealth, and thou to him, And worse, to a good Prince; what, is he dead? Hath fear encouraged him, and made him thus, Prevent our punishment; then die with him. Fall thy aspiring at thy Master's feet. Who though he justly perished, yet by thee Deserved it not, nor ended there thy treason; But even thought o'th' Empire, thou conceivest Galba's disgrace in receiving that Which the son of Nimphidia could hope. Thus great bad men above them find a rod: People depart, and say there is a God.
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Theſe are the idle terrors of the night, Which wiſe men (though they teach, doe not beleeue) To curbe our pleaſures faine, and aide the weake. Deaths wrongfull defamation, which would make Vs ſhunne this happy hauen of our reſt, This end of euils; as ſome fearefull harme. Shadowes, and fond imaginations, Which now you ſee on earth; but children feare. Why ſhould our faults feare puniſhment from them, What doe the actions of this life concerne The tother world, with which is no commerce? Would Heauen, and Starres, neceſsitie compell Vs to doe that, which after it would puniſh? Let vs not after our liues end beleeue More then you felt before it. If any words haue made me confident, And boldly doe, for hearing others ſpeake, Boldly this night; But will you by example Teach me the truth of your opinion, And make me ſee that you beleeue your ſelues, Will you by dying, teach me to beare death With courage? No neceſsitie of death Hangs ore our heads, no dangers threatens vs, Nor Senates ſharpe decree, nor Galbaes armes. Is this the thankes then thou doſt pay our loue? Die baſely as ſuch a life deſeru'd; Reſerue thy ſelfe to puniſhment, and ſcorne Of Rome, and of thy laughing enemies. They hate me, cauſe I would but liue, what was't You lou'd kind friends, and came to ſee my death; Let me endure all torture, and reproach That earth, or Galbaes anger can inflict: Yet hell, and Rodamanth are more pittileſſe. Though not deſeru'd, yet once gaine I come, To warne thee to take pitie on thy ſelfe; The troupes by the Senate ſent, diſcend the hill And come. To take me, and to whip me vnto death: O whither ſhall I flye? Thou haſt no choice. O hither muſt I flye, hard is his happe, Who from death onely muſt by death eſcape, Where are they yet? O may I not a little Bethinke my ſelfe? They are at hand; harke, thou maiſt heare the noiſe. O Rome farewell farewell you Theaters, Where I ſo oft, with popular applauſe In ſong; and action; O they come I die. So baſe an end all iuſt commiſeration Doth take away, yet what we doe now ſpurne, The morning Sunne ſaw fearefull to the world. You both ſhall die together, Traitors both, He to the common wealth, and thou to him, And worſe, to a good Prince; what, is he dead? Hath feare encourag'd him, and made him thus, Preuent our puniſhment; then die with him. Fall thy aſpyring at thy Maſters feete. Who though he iuſtly periſht, yet by thee Deſeru'd it not, nor ended there thy treaſon; But euen thought oth' Empire, thou conceiu'ſt Galbaes diſgrace in receiuing that Which the ſonne of Nimphidia could hope. Thus great bad men aboue them finde a rod: People depart, and ſay there is a God.