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Nero (Piso's Conspiracy) · chunk 13 of 35

Anonymous · published 1624 · first performed or written 1619 (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 482 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.

What think you of Poppea, Tigellinus, And th'other odious Instruments of Court: Were it not best at once to rid them all? In Caesar's ruin, Anthony was spared: let's not our cause with needless blood distain, One only moved, the change will not appear When too much licence given to the sword, Though against ill, will make even good men fear: Besides, things settled, you at pleasure may By Law, and public judgement have them rid. And if it be but talk o'th' State, 'tis Treason, Like it they cannot, that they cannot do: If seek to mend it, and remove the Prince, That's highest Treason; change his counselors, That's alteration of the government, The common cloak that Treasons muffled in; If laying force aside, to seek by suit, And fair petition, t'have the State reformed, That's tutoring of the Prince, and takes away, th'one his person, this his Sovereignty; Barely in private talk to show dislike Of what is done, is dangerous; therefore the action Mislike you, cause the doer likes you not? Men are not fit to live i'th' state they hate. Though we would all have that employment sought, Yet, since your worthy forwardness, Servinvs, Prevents us, And so Nobly begs for danger: Be this the chosen hand to do the deed, The fortune of the Empire speed your sword. Virtue, and Heaven speed it; O you home-born Gods of our country, Romulus, and Vesta, That Tuscan Tiber, and Rome's towers defends: Forbid not yet at length a happy end To former evils; Let this hand revenge The wronged world; enough we now have suffered. Tush, all this long consult's more than words, It ends not there; th'haue some attempt, some plot, Against the state: well, I'll observe it farther, And if I find it, make my profit of it. I looked Nimphidius would have come ere this, Makes he no greater haste to our embraces? Or, doth the easiness abate his edge? Or, seem we not as fair still as we did? Or, is he so with Nero's playing won, That he, before Poppea, doth prefer it? Or doth he think to have occasion still? Sill, to have time to wait on our stolen meetings? But see his presence now doth end those doubts, What is't Nimphidius hath so long detained you? Faith Lady, causes strong enough, High walls, bar doors, and guards of armed men. Were you Imprisoned, then, as you were going To the Theater. Not in my going Lady, But, in the Theater, I was Imprisoned: For, after he was once upon the Stage, The Gates were more severely looked into Then at a town besieged; No man, no cause Was Currant, no, nor passant; At other sights The strife is only to get in, but here The stir was all, in getting out again; Had, we not been kept to it so, I think
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PlayNero (Piso's Conspiracy)
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1624
First performance / composition (Annals)1619
First performance (BritDrama)1619 [1605-1623]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeUnknown;Nonprofessional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 899 · TCP A08065 · DEEP 722
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 786–847 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 35 in this edition
Length482 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T2 — Roman politics: senate, consuls and civil war at 0.826
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What thinke you of Poppea, Tigellinus, And tho'ther odious Inſtruments of Court: Were it not beſt at once to rid them all? In Caeſars ruine, Anthony was ſpared: ets not our cauſe with needleſſe blood diſtaine, One onely mou'd, the change will not appeare When too much licence giuen to the ſword, Though againſt ill, will make euen good men feare: Beſides, things ſetled, you at pleaſure may By Law, and publique Iudgement haue them rid. And if it be but talke oth'State, 'tis Treaſon, Like it they cannot, that they cannot doe: If ſeeke to mend it, and remooue the Prince, That's higheſt Treaſon; change his Councellours, That's alteration of the gouernment, The common cloke that Treaſons mufled in; If laying force aſide, to ſeeke by ſuite, And faire petition, t'haue the State reform'd, That's tutering of the Prince, and takes away, Thone his perſon, this his Soueraigntie; Barely in priuate talke to ſhew diſlike Of what is done, is dangerous; therefore the action Miſlike you, cauſe the doer likes you not? Men are not fit to liue ith ſtate they hate. Though we would all haue that imployment ſought, Yet, ſince your worthy forwardneſſe, Seruinus, Preuents vs, And ſo Nobly beggs for danger: Be this the choſen hand to doe the deed, The fortune of the Empire ſpeed your ſword. Vertue, and Heauen ſpeed it; O you homeborne Gods of our countrey, Romulus, and Veſta, That Thuſcan Tiber, and Romes towers defends: Forbid not yet at length a happie end To former euils; Let this hand reuenge The wronged world; enough we now haue ſuffered. Tuſh, all this long Conſulting's more then words, It ends not there; th'haue ſome attempt, ſome plot, Againſt the ſtate: well, Ile obſerue it farther, And if I find it, make my profit of it. I lookt Nimphidius would haue come ere this, Makes he no greater haſt to our embraces? Or, doth the eaſines abate his edge? Or, ſeeme we not as faire ſtill as we did? Or, is he ſo with Neroes playing wonne, That he, before Poppea, doth preferre it? Or doth he thinke to haue occaſion ſtill? Sill, to haue time to waite on our ſtolne meetings? But ſee his preſence now doth end thoſe doubts, What i'ſt Nimphidius hath ſo long detain'd you? Faith Lady, cauſes ſtrong enough, High walls, bard dores, and guards of armed men. Were you Impriſoned, then, as you were going To the Theater. Not in my going Lady, But, in the Theater, I was Impriſoned: For, after he was once vpon the Stage, The Gates were more ſeuerely lookt into Then at a towne beſieg'd; No man, no cauſe Was Currant, no, nor paſſant; At other ſights The ſtriefe is only to get in, but here The ſtirre was all, in getting out againe; Had, we not bin kept to it ſo, I thinke