Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Arts, Arruntius? None, but the plain, and passive fortitude, To suffer, and be silent; never stretch These armes, against the torrent; live at home, With my own thoughts, and innocence about me, Not tempting the wolves jaws: these are my artes. I would begin to study 'em, if I thought They would secure me. May I pray to IOVE, In secret, and be safe? I, or aloud? With open wishes? so I do not mention Tiberius, or Sejanus? yes, I must, If I speak out. 'Tis hard, that. May I think, And not be racked? What danger is't to dream? Talk in ones sleep? or cough? who knows the law? May I shake my head, without a comment? say It rains, or it holds up, and not be thrown Upon the Gemonies? These now are things, Whereon mens fortune, yea their fate depends. Nothing hath privilege 'gainst the violent ear. No place, no day, no hour (we see) is free. (Not our religious, and most sacred times) From some one kind of cruelty: all matter, Nay all occasion pleaseth. Mad-mens rage, The idleness of drunkards, women's nothing, jesters simplicity, all, all is good That can be catched at. Nor is now th'event Of any person, or for any crime, To be expected; for, 'tis always one: Death, with some little difference of place, Or time— what's this? Prince NERO? guarded? ON, Lictors, keep your way: My lords, forbear. On pain of CAESARS wrath, no man attempt Speech with the prisoner. Noble friends, be safe: To lose yourselves for words, were as vain hazard, As unto me small comfort: Fare you well. Would all Rome's sufferings in my fate did dwell. Lictors, away. Where goes he, LACO? Sir, His banished into Pontia, by the Senate. Do I see? and hear? and feel? May I trust sense? Or doth my phant'sy form it? Where's his brother? Drusus is prisoner in the palace. Ha? I smell it now: 'tis rank. Where's AGRIPPINA? The princess is confined, to Pandataria. Bolts, VULCAN; bolts, for IOVE! Phoebus, thy bow; Sterne MARS, thy sword; and blue-eyed Maid, thy spear; Thy club, ALCIDES: all the armory Of heaven is too little!— Ha? to guard The gods, I meant. Fine, rare dispatch! This same Was swiftly borne! confined? imprisoned? banished? Most tripartite! The cause, sir? Treason. O? The complement of all accusings? that Will hit, when all else fails. This turn is strange! But yesterday, the people would not hear far less objected, but cried, CAESARS letters Were false, and forged; that all these plots were malice: And that the ruin of the Princes house Was practised 'gainst his knowledge. Where are now Their voices? now, that they behold his heirs Locked up, disgraced, led into exile? Hushed. Drowned in their bellies. Wild Sejanus breath Hath, like a whirlwind, scattered that poor dust, With this rude blast. we'll talk no treason, sir, If that be it you stand for? Fare you well. We have no need of horseleeches. Good spy, Now you are spied, be gone. I fear, you wrong him. He has the voice to be an honest Roman.
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Arts, ARRVNTIVS? None, but the plaine, and passiue fortitude, To suffer, and be silent; neuer stretch These armes, against the torrent; liue at home, With my owne thoughts, and innocence about me, Not tempting the wolues iawes: these are my artes. I would begin to studie 'hem, if I thought They would secure me. May I pray to IOVE, In secret, and be safe? I, or aloud? With open wishes? so I doe not mention TIBERIVS, or SEIANVS? yes, I must, If I speake out. 'Tis hard, that. May I thinke, And not be rackt? What danger is't to dreame? Talke in ones sleepe? or cough? who knowes the law? May I shake my head, without a comment? say It raines, or it holds vp, and not be throwne Vpon the Gemonies? These now are things, Whereon mens fortune, yea their fate depends. Nothing hath priuiledge 'gainst the violent eare. No place, no day, no houre (we see) is free. (Not our religious, and most sacred times) From some one kind of crueltie: all matter, Nay all occasion pleaseth. Mad-mens rage, The idlenesse of drunkards, womens nothing, Iesters simplicity, all, all is good That can be catch'd at. Nor is now th'euent Of any person, or for any crime, To be expected; for, 'tis alwayes one: Death, with some little difference of place, Or time— what's this? Prince NERO? guarded? ON, Lictors, keepe your way: My lords, forbeare. On paine of CAESARS wrath, no man attempt Speech with the prisoner. Noble friends, be safe: To loose your selues for wordes, were as vaine hazard, As vnto me small comfort: Fare you well. Would all Rome's suffrings in my fate did dwell. Lictors, away. Where goes he, LACO? Sir, His banish'd into Pontia, by the Senate. Do' I see? and heare? and feele? May I trust sense? Or doth my phant'sie forme it? Where's his brother? DRVSVS is prisoner in the palace. Ha? I smell it now: 'tis ranke. Where's AGRIPPINA? The princesse is confin'd, to Pandataria. Bolts, VULCAN; bolts, for IOVE! PHOEBVS, thy bow; Sterne MARS, thy sword; and blue-ey'd Maid, thy speare; Thy club, ALCIDES: all the armorie Of heauen is too little!—Ha? to guard The gods, I meant. Fine, rare dispatch! This same Was swiftly borne! confin'd? imprison'd? banish'd? Most tripartite! The cause, sir? Treason. O? The complement of all accusings? that Will hit, when all else failes. This turne is strange! But yesterday, the people would not heare Farre lesse obiected, but cry'd, CAESARS letters Were false, and forg'd; that all these plots were malice: And that the ruine of the Princes house Was practis'd 'gainst his knowledge. Where are now Their voyces? now, that they behold his heires Lock'd vp, disgrac'd, led into exile? Hush'd. Drown'd in their bellies. Wild SEIANVS breath Hath, like a whirle-wind, scatter'd that poore dust, With this rude blast. Wee'll talke no treason, sir, If that be it you stand for? Fare you well. We haue no need of horse-leeches. Good spie, Now you are spi'd, be gone. I feare, you wrong him. He has the voyce to be an honest Romane.