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Nero (Piso's Conspiracy) · chunk 25 of 35

Anonymous · published 1624 · first performed or written 1619 (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.

What only now we can, we'll follow thee That way thou leadest, and wait on thee in death, Which we had done, had not these hindered us. Nay, other ends your grievous crimes await, Ends which the law and your deserts exact. What have we deserved? That punishment that traitors unto Princes, And enemies to the State they live in merit. If by the State, this government you mean, I justly am an enemy unto it. That's but to Nero, you, and Tigellinus: That glorious world, that even beguiles the wise, Being looked into, includes but three, or four. Corrupted men, which were they all removed, 'Twould for the common State much better be. Why, what can you i'th' government mislike? Unless it grieve you, that the world's in peace, Or that our arms conquer without blood. Hath not his power with foreign visitations, And stranger's honour more acknowledged been, Than any was afore him? Hath not he Disposed of frontier kingdoms, with success, Given away Crowns, whom he set up, prevailing? The rival seat of the Arsacidae, That thought their brightness equal unto ours, Is't crowned by him by him, doth reign? If we have any war, it's beyond Rhene, And Euphrates, and such whose different chances Have rather served for pleasure, and discourse, Then troubled us; At home the City hath Increased in wealth, with building been adorned; The arts have flourished, and the Muses sung, And that, his justice, and well tempered reign, Hath the best judges pleased, the powers divine; Their blessings, and so long prosperity Of th' Empire under him, enough declare. You freed the State from wars abroad, but 'twas To spoil at home more safely, and divert The Parthian enmity on us, and yet, The glory rather, and the spoils of war Have wanting been, the loss, and charge we have. Your peace is full of cruelty, and wrong, Laws taught to speak to present purposes, Wealth, and fair houses dangerous faults become, Much blood i'th' City, and no common deaths, But Gentlemen, and Consulary houses: On Caesar's own house look, hath that been free? Hath he not shed the blood he calls divine? Hath not that nearness which should love beget Always on him, been cause of hate, and fear; Virtue, and power suspected, and kept down: They whose great ancestors this Empire made, Distrusted in the government thereof; A happy state, where Decius is a traitor, Narcissus true, nor only waste unsafe T'offend the Prince, his freed men worse were feared, whose wrongs with such insulting pride were heard, That even the faulty it made innocent: If we complained, that was itself a crime, ay, though it were to Caesar's benefit; Our writings pried into, false guiltiness (Thinking each taxing pointed out itself) Our private whisperings listened after; nay, Our thoughts were forced out of us, and punished: And had it been in you, to have taken away Our understanding, as you did our speech, You would have made us thought this honest too?
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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 1556–1622 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 35 in this edition
Length503 words · 684 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T60 — Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and political exemplars at 0.775
Other seedsseed 43: T1 · 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 onely now we can, we'le follow thee That way thou lead'ſt, and waite on thee in death, Which we had done, had not theſe hindred vs. Nay, other ends your grieuous crimes awaite, Ends which the law and your deſerts exact. What haue we deſerued? That puniſhment that traitors vnto Princes, And enemies to the State they liue in merit. If by the State, this gouernment you meane, I iuſtly am an enemy vnto it. That's but to Nero, you, and Tigellinus: That glorious world, that euen beguiles the wiſe, Being lookt into, includes but three, or foure. Corrupted men, which were they all remou'd, 'Twould for the common State much better be. Why, what can you ith' gouerment miſlike? Vnleſſe it grieue you, that the world's in peace, Or that our armes conquer without blood. Hath not his power with forraine viſitations, And ſtrangers honour more acknowldg'd bin, Then any was afore him? Hath not hee Diſpos'd of frontier kingdomes, with ſucceſſe, Giuen away Crownes, whom he ſet vp, preuailing? The riuall ſeat of the Arſacidae, That thought their brightneſſe equall vnto ours, Is't crown'd by him by him, doth raigne? If we haue any warre, it's beyond Rheme, And Euphrates, and ſuch whoſe different chances Haue rather ſeru'd for pleaſure, and diſcourſe, Then troubled vs; At home the Citie hath Increaſt in wealth, with building bin adorn'd; The arts haue flouriſht, and the Muſes ſung, And that, his Iuſtice, and well tempred raigne, Hath the beſt Iudges pleas'd, the powers diuine; Their bleſsings, and ſo long proſperitie Of th' Empire vnder him, enough declare. You freed the State from warres abroad, but 'twas To ſpoile at home more ſafely, and diuert The Parthian enmitie on vs, and yet, The glory rather, and the ſpoyles of warre Haue wanting bin, the loſſe, and charge we haue. Your peace is full of cruelty, and wrong, Lawes taught to ſpeake to preſent purpoſes, Wealth, and faire houſes dangerous faults become, Much blood ith' Citie, and no common deaths, But Gentlemen, and Conſulary houſes: On Caeſars owne houſe looke, hath that bin free? Hath he not ſhed the blood he calls diuine? Hath not that neerenes which ſhould loue beget Alwayes on him, bin cauſe of hate, and feare; Vertue, and power ſuſpected, and kept downe: They whoſe great anceſtors this Empire made, Diſtruſted in the gouernment thereof; A happy ſtate, where Decius is a traytor, Narciſſus true, nor onely waſt vnſafe T'offend the Prince, his freed men worſe were feard, whoſe wrongs with ſuch inſulting pride were heard, That euen the faultie it made innocent: If we complain'd, that was it ſelfe a crime, I, though it were to Caeſars benefit; Our writings pry'd into, falce guiltines (Thinking each taxing pointed out it ſelfe) Our priuate whiſperings liſtned after; nay, Our thoughts were forced out of vs, and puniſht: And had it bin in you, to haue taken away Our vnderſtanding, as you did our ſpeech, You would haue made vs thought this honeſt too?