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Arruntius Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · dark · 41 sec

They that before, like gnats, play’d in his beams, And throng’d to circumscribe him, now not seen Nor deign to hold a common seat with him! Others, that waited him unto the senate, Now inhumanely ravish him to prison, Whom, but this morn, they follow’d as their lord! Guard through the streets, bound like a fugitive, Instead of wreaths give fetters, strokes for stoops, Blind shames for honours, and black taunts for titles! Who would trust slippery chance?

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