Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
My Lord, the Stage, and all the furnitures I have no skill to drive a Chariot: Had he but robbed me, broke my treasury, The read-sea's mine, mine are the Indian stones, The Worlds mine own, then, cannot I be robbed? But spitefully, to undermine my fame, To take away my art; he would my life As well, no doubt; could he told how. My Lord, Tegillinus is back come with Proculus' head O cry thee mercy good Neophitus; Give him five hundred sesterces for amends, Hast brought him Tegillinus? Here's his head my Lord. His tongue had been enough, I did as you commanded me my Lord. Thou toldst not me, though he had such a Nose. Now are you quiet, and have quieted me; This 'tis to be commander of the World, Let them extol weak pity that do need it, Let mean men cry to have Law, and justice done And tell their griefs to Heaven, that hears them not Kings must upon the people's headless courses Walk to security, and ease of mind. Why what have we to do with th'airy names (That old age, and Philosophers found out,) Of justice, and ne'er certain Equity; The God's revenge themselves, and so will we; Where right is scanned, authority is o'erthrown, We have a high prerogative above it; Slaves may do what is lust, we, what we please, The people will repine, and think it ill, But they must bear, and praise too, what we will. My Lord, Cornutus whom you sent for's come. Welcome good Cornutus Are all things ready for the Stage, As I gave charge. They only stay your coming. Cornutus, I must act today Orestus. You have done that already; and too truly— And when our Scene is done, I mean beside To read some compositions of mine own, Which for the great opinion I myself, And Rome In general, of thy judgement, hath, Before I publish them, I'll show them thee. My Lord, my disabilities I know thy modesty, I'll only show thee, now, my works beginning: Go see Epaphroditus, Music made ready, I will sing today. Cornutus I pray thee, come near, And let me hear thy judgement in my pains; I would have thee more familiar good Cornutus, Nero doth prize desert, and more esteems Them, that in knowledge second him then power, Mark with what style, and state my work begins. Might not my Interruption offend What's your works name my Lord, what write you of? I mean to write the deeds of all the Romans Of all the Romans? a huge argument
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My Lord, the Stage, and all the furnitures I haue no skill to driue a Chariot: Had he but robde me, broke my treaſurie, The red-Sea's mine, mine are the Indian ſtones, The Worlds mine owne, then, cannot I be robde? But ſpightfully, to vndermine my fame, To take away my arte; he would my life As well, no doubt; could he tould how. My Lord, Tegillinus is backe come with Proculus head O cry thee mercie good Neophitus; Giue him fiue hundred ſeſterces for amends, Haſt brought him Tegillinus? Heres his head my Lord. His tongue had bin enough, I did as you commanded me my Lord. Thou toldſt not me, though he had ſuch a Noſe. Now are you quiet, and haue quieted me; This tis to be commander of the World, Let them extoll weake pittie that doe neede it, Let meane men cry to haue Law, and Iuſtice done And tell their griefes to Heauen, that heares them not Kings muſt vpon the Peoples headleſſe courſes Walke to ſecuritie, and eaſe of minde. Why what haue we to doe with th'ayrie names (That old age, and Philoſophers found out,) Of Iuſtice, and ne're certaine Equitie; The Gods reuenge themſelues, and ſo will we; Where right is ſcand, Authoritie'is orethrowne, We haue a high preogatiue aboue it; Slaues may doe what is luſt, we, what we pleaſe, The people will repine, and thinke it ill, But they muſt beare, and prayſe too, what we will. My Lord, Cornutus whom you ſent for's come. Welcome good Cornutus Are all thigs ready for the Stage, As I gaue charge. They onely ſtay your comming. Cornutus, I muſt act to day Oreſtus. You haue done that alreadie; and too truely — And when our Sceane is done, I meane beſides To read ſome compoſitions of mine owne, Which for the great opinion I my ſelfe, And Rome In generall, of thy Iudgement, hath, Before I publiſh them, Ile ſhew them thee. My Lord, my diſabilities I know thy modeſtie, Ile onely ſhew thee, now, my works beginning: Goe ſee Epaphroditus, Muſick made ready, I will ſing to day. Cornutus I pray thee, come neere, And let me heare thy Iudgement in my paynes; I would haue thee more familiar good Cornutus, Nero doth priſe deſert, and more eſteemes Them, that in knowledge ſecond him then power, Marke with what ſtyle, and ſtate my worke begins. Might not my Interuption offend Whats your workes name my Lord, what write you of? I meane to write the deeds of all the Romans Of all the Romans? a huge argument