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Drusus Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · defiant · 41 sec

Nay, come, approach. What, stand you off? at gaze? It looks too full of death for thy cold spirits. Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my sword Shall make thy bravery fitter for a grave, Than for a triumph. I’ll advance a statue O’ your own bulk; but ’t shall be on the cross; Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length, And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch’d With your swoln fortune’s rage.

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