Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.82 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Brave Silius go on, and Prosper, and command me ever And all. The thanks 'mong Princes of ignoble brain That shines like rotten wood, serves petty use, The mind of Silius much much more than scorns, The grave Vrgl aos, during the Life of Silius shall ne'er speak but with the Voice of Consul; he, Calphurnianus Vectius Valens, Proculus, Menester, And Saufellus Trogus, to all renown Command and wealth of Provinces shall flow, T'express the gratitude of Sillus, and Though last named, yet your bright excellence (the Which for gratitude ever remembered) Best in esteem and first; not unlike, to That rare gem reserved last to view for Worth and glory, to you all the delight This world of man affords I freely give. Thy temper melts me my magnanimous Mate. The Rites of Hymen, with next morrow's Sun Shall apt my blood unto the perfect height Of pleasure, love and eminence, lead on. Pompey nor Caesar, could endure a Mate, Nor Silius Claudius in superior state. Emperor of empty brains z'heart I could curse, His soul to th' depth of Barathrum O— Who but Claudius, unworthy of Empire, Drunk with the dregs of overlight belief Would be so grossly guled. scared with the Bugs Of Babies. A whore's invention, a drab Of state, a cloth of Silver slut, the tricks Of a tempting Tissue Troll, to push his Horns upon the Pikes of ruin, where he Should rot; rot; were't not to serve our own ends, Maintain that habit of perfection sure, Which till this sudden unexpected change Like Paste has worked him to what mould we pleased. And must do still, or certainly we perish. 'Tis the prime policy, the heart of state, Which if with vigilance we not pursue, We lose, and in that loss lost for ever. Silius grows popular, and the people As 'tis their nature, ever covet change, They are as easy to be filled with errors, As for a lust-stung strumpet to take up To her dishonour; therefore as Sailors, That have for guide the South and North, sometimes To traverse and to cross their way, and yet Not lose their guide; so in the deep affairs Of such high consequence of state (as now The time concerns) we must for guide, detain The knowledge how to pierce the ends of those We most malign. Thereby indeed man rarely Rests deceived, which for to put in speedy practice, and stop the marriage, you and I My Lord (under the veil of friendship) will To Rome; persuade the Empress Caesar is Himself; perceives that all her plots to his Destruction tends; the loss of Empire and Th' abuse of' his bed, dissuaded her from the Love of Silius, which (in the refusal) Blood and fire must quench. This put home With low submission, making her believe By cringes, creepings, and a Sinon's face, That all our care is only for her good, May work persuasion.
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Brave Silius go on, and Prosper, and command me ever And all. The thankes 'mong Princes of ignoble braine That shines like rotten wood, serves pettie use, The mind of Silius much much more then scornes, The grave Vrgl aos, during the Life of Silius shall ne'r speake but with the Voice of Cosull; he, Calphurnianus Vectius Valens, Proculus, Menester, And Sausllus Trogus, to all renowne Command and wealth of Provinces shall flow, T'expresse the gratitude of Sils, and Though last nam'd, yet your bright excellence (the Which for gratitude ever remembred) Best in esteeme and first; not unlike, to That rare Iem reserved last to view for Worth and glory, to you all the delight This world of man affords I freely give. Thy temper melts me my magnanimous Mate. The Rites of Hymen, with next morrowes Sun Shall apt my blood unto the perfect height Of pleasure, love and emminence, lead on. Pompey nor Caesar, could endure a Mate, Nor Silius Claudius in superiour state. Emp'rour of emptie braines z'heart I could curse, His soule to th' depth of Barathrum O— Who but Claudius, unworthy of Empire, Drunke with the dreggs of overlight beleefe Would be so grossly gul'd. Scar'd with the Bugges Of Babies. A whoores invention, a drab Of state, a cloth of Silver slut, the tricks Of a tempting Tissue Troll, to push his Hornes upon the Pikes of ruine, where he Should rot; rot; wer't not to serve our owne ends, Maintaine that habit of perfection sure, Which till this sudaine unexpected change Like Paste has workt him to what mould we pleas'd. And must doe still, or certainly we perish. 'Tis the prime pollicie, the heart of state, Which if with vigilance we not pursue, We lose, and in that losse lost for ever. Silius growes popular, and the people As 'tis their nature, ever covet change, They are as easie o be fil'd with errours, As for a lust-stung strumpet to take up To her dishonor; therefore as Saylers, That have for guide the South and North, sometimes To traverse and to crosse their way, and yet Not lose their guide; so in the deepe affaires Of such high consequence of state (as now The time concernes) we must for guide, detaine The knowledge how to peirce the ends of those We most maligne. Thereby indeede man rarely Rests deceived, which for to put in speedy Practise, and stop the marriage, you and I My Lord (under the vaile of friendship) will To Rome; perswade the Empr'esse Caesar is Himselfe; perceives that all her plots to his Destruction tends; the losse of Empire and Th' abuse of 'his bed, disswaded her from the Love of Silius, which (in the refusall) Blood and fire must quench. This put home With low submission, making her beleeve By cringes, creepings, and a Synons face, That all our care is onely for her good, May worke perswasion.