Monologue

Arruntius Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · defiant · 31 sec

Bolts, Vulcan; bolts for Jove! Phœbus, thy bow; Stern Mars, thy sword: and, blue-ey’d maid, thy spear; Thy club, Alcides: all the armoury Of heaven is too little!—Ha!—to guard The gods, I meant. Fine, rare dispatch I this same Was swiftly born! Confined, imprison’d, banish’d? Most tripartite! the cause, sir?

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