Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 444 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
And constant, sir. I do not doubt it. Though the time cut off All vows. The dignity of truth is lost, With much protesting. Who is there! This way, Lest you be seen, and met. And when you come, Be this your token, to this fellow. Light 'em. O Rome, in what a sickness art thou fallen! How dangerous, and deadly! when thy head Is drowned in sleep, and all thy body fevery! No noise, no pulling, no vexation wakes thee, Thy lethargy is such: or if, by chance, Thou heavest thy eyelids up, thou dost forget Sooner, than thou wert told, thy proper danger. I did unreverendly, to blame the gods, Who wake for thee, though thou snore to thyself. Is it not strange, thou shouldst be so diseased, And so secure? But more, that the first symptoms Of such a malady, should not rise out From any worthy member, but a base And common strumpet, worthless to be named A hair, or part of thee? Think, think, hereafter, What thy needs were, when thou must use such means: And lay it to thy breast, how much the gods Upbraid thy foul neglect of them; by making So vile a thing, the author of thy safety. They could have wrought by nobler ways: have struck Thy foes with forked lightning; or rammed thunder; Thrown hills upon 'em, in the act; have sent Death, like a damp, to all their families; Or caused their consciences to burst 'em. But, When they will show thee what thou art, and make A scornful difference twixt their power, and thee, They help thee by such aides, as geese, and harlots. How now? What answer? Is he come? Your brother, Will straight be here; and your colleague ANTONIUS Said, coldly, he would follow me. ay, that Troubles me somewhat, and is worth my fear. He is a man, 'gainst whom I must provide, That (as he'll do no good) he do no harm. He, though he be not of the plot, will like it, And wish it should proceed: for, unto men, priest with their wants, all change is ever welcome. I must with offices, and patience win him; Make him, by art, that which he is not borne, A friend unto the public; and bestow The province on him; which is by the Senate Decreed to me: that benefit will bind him. 'Tis well, if some men will do well, for price: So few are virtuous, when the reward's away. Nor must I be unmindful of my private; For which I have called my brother, and the tribunes, My kinsfolk, and my clients to be near me:
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And constant, sir. I doe not doubt it. Though the time cut off All vowes. The dignitie of truth is lost, With much protesting. Who is there! This way, Lest you be seene, and met. And when you come, Be this your token, to this fellow. Light 'hem. O Rome, in what a sicknesse art thou fall'n! How dangerous, and deadly! when thy head Is drown'd in sleepe, and all thy body feu'ry! No noise, no pulling, no vexation wakes thee, Thy lethargie is such: or if, by chance, Thou heau'st thy eye-lids vp, thou dost forget Sooner, then thou wert told, thy proper danger. I did vn-reuerendly, to blame the gods, Who wake for thee, though thou snore to thy selfe. Is it not strange, thou should'st be so diseas'd, And so secure? But more, that the first symptomes Of such a maladie, should not rise out From any worthy member, but a base And common strumpet, worthlesse to be nam'd A haire, or part of thee? Thinke, thinke, hereafter, What thy needes were, when thou must vse such meanes: And lay it to thy brest, how much the gods Vpbraid thy foule neglect of them; by making So vile a thing, the author of thy safetie. They could haue wrought by nobler wayes: haue strooke Thy foes with forked lightning; or ramm'd thunder; Throwne hills vpon 'hem, in the act; haue sent Death, like a dampe, to all their families; Or caus'd their consciences to burst 'hem. But, When they will shew thee what thou art, and make A scornefull difference 'twixt their power, and thee, They helpe thee by such aides, as geese, and harlots. How now? What answer? Is he come? Your brother, Will streight be here; and your colleague ANTONIVS Said, coldly, he would follow me. I, that Troubles me somewhat, and is worth my feare. He is a man, 'gainst whom I must prouide, That (as hee'll doe no good) he doe no harme. He, though he be not of the plot, will like it, And wish it should proceed: for, vnto men, Prest with their wants, all change is euer welcome. I must with offices, and patience win him; Make him, by art, that which he is not borne, A friend vnto the publique; and bestow The prouince on him; which is by the Senate Decreed to me: that benefit will bind him. 'Tis well, if some men will doe well, for price: So few are vertuous, when the reward's away. Nor must I be vnmindfull of my priuate; For which I haue call'd my brother, and the tribunes, My kins-folke, and my clients to be neere me: