Monologue

Sabinus Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · contemplative · 1:00 min

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I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it: But, for his life, it did as much disdain Comparison, with that voluptuous, rash, Giddy, and drunken Macedon’s, as mine Doth with my bondman’s. All the good in him, His valour and his fortune, he made his; But he had other touches of late Romans, That more did speak him: Pompey’s dignity, The innocence of Cato, Cæsar’s spirit, Wise Brutus’ temperance; and every virtue, Which, parted unto others, gave them name, Flow’d mix’d in him. He was the soul of goodness; And all our praises of him are like streams Drawn from a spring, that still rise full, and leave The part remaining greatest.

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Sabinus reflects on the virtues and greatness of a deceased individual, contrasting his qualities with those of historical figures, revealing a deep sense of loss and admiration.

30s · sadness · death · honor · redemption · identity

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