Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Rare! Most divine! The Oracles are ceased, That only CAESAR, with their tongue, might speak. Let me be gone, most felt, and open this! Stay. What? to hear more cunning, and fine words, With their sound flattered, ere their sense be meant? Their choice of Antium, thereto place the gift Vowed to the goddess, for our mother's health, We will the Senate know, we fairly like; As also, of their grant to Lepidus, For his repairing the Aemilian place, And restoration of those monuments: Their grace too in consigning of SILANUS, To th'other isle Cythera, at the suit Of his religious sister, much commends Their policy, so tempered with their mercy. But, for the honours, which they have decreed To our Sejanus, to advance his statue In POMPEI'S theatre (whose ruining fire His vigilance, and labour kept restrained In that one loss) they have, therein, outgone Their own great wisdoms, by their skilful choice, And placing of their bounties, on a man, Whose merit more adorns the dignity, Then that can him: and gives a benefit, In taking, greater, than it can receive. Blush not, Sejanus, thou great aid of Rome, Associate of our labours our chief helper, Let us not force thy simple modesty With offering at thy praise, for more we cannot, Since there's no voice can take it. No man, here, Receive our speeches, as hyperboles; For we are far from flattering our friend, (Let envy know) as from the need to flatter. Nor let them ask the causes of our praise; Princes have still their grounds reared with themselves, Above the poor low flats of common men, And, who will search the reasons of their acts, Must stand on equal bases. Lead, away. Our loves unto the Senate. Caesar. Peace. Great POMPEI'S theatre was never ruined Till now, that proud Sejanus hath a statue Reared on his ashes. Place the shame of soldiers, Above the best of generals? crack the world! And bruise the name of Romans into dust, Ere we behold it! check your passion; Lord Drusus tarries. Is my father mad? Weary of life, and rule, lords? thus to heave An idol up with praise! make him his mate! His rival in the empire! O, good prince! Allow him statues? titles? honours? such, As he himself refuseth? Brave, brave Drusus! The first ascents to sovereignty are hard But, entered once, there never wants or means, Or ministers, to help th'aspirer on. True, gallant Drusus. We must shortly pray To Modesty, that he will rest contented— ay, where he is, and not write emperor. THere is your bill, and yours; Bring you your man: I have moved for you, too, LATIARIS. What? Is your vast greatness grown so blindly bold, That you will over us? Why, then give way. give way, Colossus? Do you lift? Advance you? Take that. Good! brave! excellent brave prince!
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Rare! Most diuine! The Oracles are ceas'd, That only CAESAR, with their tongue, might speake. Let me be gone, most felt, and open this! Stay. What? to heare more cunning, and fine wordes, With their sound flatter'd, ere their sense be meant? Their choise of Antium, thereto place the guift Vow'd to the goddesse, for our mothers health, We will the Senate know, we fairely like; As also, of their grant to LEPIDVS, For his repayring the Aemilian place, And restauration of those monuments: Their grace too in consining of SILANVS, To th'other Is'le Cithera, at the sute Of his religious sister, much commends Their policie, so temp'red with their mercy. But, for the honours, which they haue decreed To our SEIANUS▪ to aduance his statue In POMPEI'S theatre (whose ruining fire His vigilance, and labour kept restrain'd In that one losse) they haue, therein, out-gone Their owne great wisedomes, by their skilfull choise, And placing of their bounties, on a man, Whose merit more adornes the dignitie, Then that can him: and giues a benefit, In taking, greater, then it can receiue. Blush not, SEIANVS, thou great aide of Rome, Associate of our labours our chiefe helper, Let vs not force thy simple modestie With offring at thy praise, for more we cannot, Since there's no voice can take it. No man, here, Receiue our speeches, as hyperbole's; For we are far from flatt'ring our friend, (Let enuy know) as from the need to flatter. Nor let them aske the causes of our praise; Princes haue still their grounds rear'd with themselues, Aboue the poore low flats of common men, And, who will search the reasons of their acts, Must stand on equall bases. Lead, away. Our loues vnto the Senate. Caesar. Peace. Great POMPEI'S theatre was neuer ruin'd Till now, that proud SEIANVS hath a statue Rear'd on his ashes. Place the shame of souldiers, Aboue the best of generalls? cracke the world! And bruise the name of Romanes into dust, Ere we behold it! Checke your passion; Lord DRVSVS tarries. Is my father mad? Wearie of life, and rule, lords? thus to heaue An idoll vp with praise! make him his mate! His riuall in the empire! O, good prince! Allow him statues? titles? honours? such, As he himselfe refuseth? Braue, braue DRVSVS! The first ascents to soueraigntie are hard But, entred once, there neuer wants or meanes, Or ministers, to helpe th'aspirer on. True, gallant DRVSVS. We must shortly pray To Modestie, that he will rest contented— I, where he is, and not write emp'rour. THere is your bill, and yours; Bring you your man: I haue mou'd for you, too, LATIARIS. What? Is your vast greatnesse growne so blindly bold, That you will ouer vs? Why, then giue way. Giue way, Colossus? Doe you lift? Aduance you? Take that. Good! braue! excellent braue prince!