Approach you, noble Nero, noble Drusus. These princes, fathers, when their parent died, I gave unto their uncle, with this prayer, That though he had proper issue of his own, He would no less bring up, and foster these, Than that self-blood; and by that act confirm Their worths to him, and to posterity. Drusus ta’en hence, I turn my prayers to you, And ’fore our country, and our gods, beseech You take, and rule Augustus’ nephew’s sons, Sprung of the noblest ancestors; and so Accomplish both my duty, and your own, Nero, and Drusus, these shall be to you In place of parents, these your fathers, these; And not unfitly: for you are so born, As all your good, or ill’s the common-wealth’s. Receive them, you strong guardians; and blest gods, Make all their actions answer to their bloods: Let their great titles find increase by them, Not they by titles. Set them as in place, So in example, above all the Romans: And may they know no rivals but themselves. Let Fortune give them nothing; but attend Upon their virtue: and that still come forth Greater than hope, and better than their fame. Relieve me, fathers, with your general voice.

Tiberius Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

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