Sejanus Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · dark · 1:04 min

Let him grow a while, His fate is not yet ripe: we must not pluck At all together, lest we catch ourselves. And there’s Arruntius too, he only talks. But Sosia, Silius’ wife, would be wound in Now, for she hath a fury in her breast, More than hell ever knew; and would be sent Thither in time. Then is there one Cremutius Cordus, a writing fellow, they have got To gather notes of the precedent times, And make them into Annals; a most tart And bitter spirit, I hear; who, under colour Of praising those, doth tax the present state, Censures the men, the actions, leaves no trick, No practice unexamined, parallels The times, the governments; a profest champion For the old liberty-

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