Silius Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

From Sejanus His Fall by Ben Jonson

male · melancholic · 1:07 min

He had the fruits, Arruntius, More than the seeds: Sabinus, and myself Had means to know him within; and can report him. We were his followers, he would call us friends; He was a man most like to virtue; in all, And every action, nearer to the gods, Than men, in nature; of a body as fair As was his mind; and no less reverend In face, than fame: he could so use his state, Tempering his greatness with his gravity, As it avoided all self-love in him, And spite in others. What his funerals lack’d In images and pomp, they had supplied With honourable sorrow, soldiers’ sadness, A kind of silent mourning, such, as men, Who know no tears, but from their captives, use To shew in so great losses.

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