The whilst the senate at the temple of Concord Make haste to meet again, and thronging cry, Let us condemn him, tread him down in water, While he doth lie upon the bank; away! While some more tardy, cry unto their bearers, He will be censured ere we come; run, knaves, And use that furious diligence, for fear Their bondmen should inform against their slackness, And bring their quaking flesh unto the hook: The rout they follow with confused voice, Crying, they’re glad, say, they could ne’er abide him, Enquire what man he was, what kind of face, What beard he had, what nose, what lips? Protest They ever did presage he’d come to this; They never thought him wise, nor valiant; ask After his garments, when he dies, what death; And not a beast of all the herd demands, What was his crime, or who were his accusers, Under what proof or testimony he fell? There came, says one, a huge long-worded letter From Capreae against him. Did there so? O, they are satisfied; no more.

Terentius Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

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