Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
How like a god, speaks CAESAR! There, observe! He can endure that second, that's no flattery. O, what is it, proud slime will not believe Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised Thus with the gods? He did not hear it, sir. He did not? Tut, he must not, we think meanly. 'Tis your most courtly, known confederacy, To have your private parasite redeem What he, in public subtlety, will lose To making him a name. Right mighty lord— We must make up our ears, 'gainst these assaults Of charming tongues; we pray you use, no more These contumelies to us: style not us Or lord, or mighty, who profess ourself The servant of the Senate, and are proud T'enjoy them our good, just, and favouring lords. Rarely dissembled. Princelike, to the life. When power, that may command, so much descends, Their bondage, whom it stoops to, it intends. Whence are these letters? From the Senate. So. Whence these? From thence too. Are they sitting, now? They stay thy answer, CAESAR. If this man Had but a mind allied unto his words, How blessed a fate were it to us, and Rome? We could not think that state, for which to change, Although the aim were our old liberty: The ghosts of those that fell for that, would grieve Their bodies lived not, now, again to serve. Men are deceived, who think there can be thrall Beneath a virtuous prince. Wished liberty ne'er lovelier looks, then under such a crown. But, when his grace is merely but lip-good, And, that no longer, than he airs himself Abroad in public, there, to seem to shun The strokes, and stripes of flatterers, which within Are lechery unto him, and so feed His brutish sense with their afflicting sound, As (dead to virtue) he permits himself Be carried like a pitcher, by the ears, To every act of vice: this is a case Deserves our fear, and doth presage the nigh, And close approach of blood and tyranny. Flattery is midwife unto PRINCE's rage: And nothing sooner, doth help forth a tyrant, Then that, and whisperers grace, who have the time, The place, the power, to make all men offenders. He should be told this; and be bid dissemble With fools, and blind men: We that know the evil, Should hunt the Palace-rats, or give them bane; Fright hence these worse than ravens, that devour The quick, where they but prey upon the dead: He shall be told it. Stay, Arruntius, We must abide our opportunity: And practise what is fit, as what is needful. It is not safe t'enforce a sovereign's ear: Princes hear well, if they at all will hear. Ha? Say you so? well. In the mean time, JOVE, (Say not, but I do call upon thee now.) Of all wild beasts, preserve me from a tyrant; And of all tame, a flatterer.
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How like a god, speakes CAESAR! There, obserue! He can indure that second, that's no flattery. O, what is it, proud slime will not beleeue Of his owne worth, to heare it equall prais'd Thus with the gods? He did not heare it, sir. He did not? Tut, he must not, we thinke meanely. 'Tis your most courtly, knowne confederacy, To haue your priuate parasite redeeme What he, in publique subtilty, will lose To making him a name. Right mighty lord — We must make vp our eares, 'gainst these assaults Of charming tongues; we pray you vse, no more These contumelies to vs: stile not vs Or lord, or mighty, who professe our selfe The seruant of the Senate, and are proud T'enioy them our good, iust, and fauouring lords. Rarely dissembled. Prince-like, to the life. "When power, that may command, so much descends, "Their bondage, whom it stoupes to, it intends. Whence are these letters? From the Senate. So. Whence these? From thence too. Are they sitting, now? They stay thy answere, CAESAR. If this man Had but a minde allied vnto his words, How blest a fate were it to vs, and Rome? We could not thinke that state, for which to change, Although the ayme were our old liberty: The ghosts of those that fell for that, would grieue Their bodies liu'd not, now, againe to serue. "Men are deceiu'd, who thinke there can be thrall "Beneath a vertuous prince. Wish'd liberty "Ne're louelier lookes, then vnder such a crowne. But, when his grace is meerely but lip-good, And, that no longer, then he aires himselfe Abroad in publique, there, to seeme to shun The strokes, and stripes of flatterers, which within Are lechery vnto him, and so feed His brutish sense with their afflicting sound, As (dead to vertue) he permits himselfe Be carried like a pitcher, by the eares, To euery act of vice: this is a case Deserues our feare, and doth presage the nigh, And close approach of bloud and tyranny. "Flattery is midwife vnto princes rage: "And nothing sooner, doth helpe foorth a tyranne, "Then that, and whisperers grace, who haue the time, "The place, the power, to make all men offenders. He should be told this; and be bid dissemble With fooles, and blinde men: We that know the euill, Should hunt the Palace-rattes, or giue them bane; Fright hence these worse then rauens, that deuoure The quicke, where they but prey vpon the dead: He shall be told it. Stay, ARRVNTIVS, We must abide our oportunity: And practise what is fit, as what is needfull. "It is not safe t'enforce a soueraigne's eare: "Princes heare well, if they at all will heare. Ha? Say you so? well. In the meane time, IOVE, (Say not, but I doe call vpon thee now.) Of all wilde beasts, preserue me from a tyranne; And of all tame, a flatterer.