Category: Poetry
_Thr._ Believe me, sir, this tale of things being at their worst is common to all times. Your judgment has gone astray upon a contempt for Cæsar’s follies, or a hatred of his mother’s crimes. Measure Nero but by what he has already done, and you may even find cause for congrat...
_Thr._ Believe me, sir, this tale of things being at their worst is common to all times. Your judgment has gone astray upon a contempt for Cæsar’s follies, or a hatred of his mo...
2. Part 2_Br._ Octavia, dear Octavia—Now if thou’rt true There is a way. This matter’s full presentment Hath not been strange to me, though I have barred the thought And held no purpose...
3. Part 3Pallas, thy date is out: thou art dismissed; Thou goest from the court: yet what thou takest 790 May soften thy regrets. Thy shiny days Were not misspent, and thou may’st live l...
4. Part 4_Dom._ Admit him. [_Exit Servt._ Paris, I’ll tell thee later of my plans. Meanwhile keep close with Nero: let me hear Aught he lets fall that might advance our matter: Seleucus’...
5. Part 5_Petr._ I see in other arts some wit or fancy Extrinsical to nature. I can find No ground of need in any, save maybe 1590 In architecture,—which ranks not so well As to be menti...
6. Part 6_Ner._ Why, who art thou to say ’tis late? Be seated, be seated. I’ll tell thee, Anicetus, 1980 More of my scheme anon; but for the present We keep Minerva’s feast at Baiæ; thit...
7. Part 7_Agr._ Ay, go, good fellows; though ye have roused my passion, 2380 Your coming here hath cheered me wondrously. Nay, if ye have ever such another matter, Bring it again; be not...
8. Part 8_Bur._ Then, for one question I’ll be appeased. I know you, Seneca, For a man of many parts, a scholar, poet, Lawyer, and politician, what you will; 2760 A courtier too besides,...
9. Part 9_Sen._ ’Tis very well for you, Petronius, To take upon yourself the criticism And ordering of appearances, and say ’If aught goes ill, blame me.’ You lay your hand On any object...
10. Part 10_Deid._ O Pyrrha, shame! Man’s love is nothing; what knowst thou of it To magnify its folly? ’Tis a mischief 330 To thwart our good: therefore I banish it. A woman’s love may be...
11. Part 11_Th._ Kiss me, my son. By the gods’ life, I love thee: My grief is to deny thee. But there’s need 760 Of counsel, for the day is critical And glides apace. And first if they sho...
12. Part 12_Ach._ Stay yet, Ulysses. Thou hast parted here With goods appraised to them that meant to buy. I have a full purse with me. Be content, Take it. I’d give as much for the little...
13. Part 13_Ach._ Stay, stay! and thou, good king, and all here, hear me. I would be measured by my best desire, And that’s for peace and love, and the delights Your song hath augured: but...