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Sejanus by Ben Jonson Haile Caius Silius. Titius Sabinus, Hayle. You are rarely met in Court! Therfore, well met. It is true: Indeed, this Place is not our Sphære. No Silius, we are no good Inginers; We want the fine Artes, and their thriuing vse Should make us grac'd, or fauor'd of the Times: We have no shift of Faces, no cleft Tongues, No soft, and glutinous bodies, that can stick, Like Snailes, on painted walls; or, on our brests, Creepe up, to fall, from that proud height, to which We did by slauerie, not by seruice, clime. We are no guilty men, and then no Great; We have nor place in Court, Office in state, That we can say, we owe vnto our Crimes; We burne with no black secrets, which can make Us deare to the pale Authors; or liue fear'd Of their still waking iealosies, to raise Ourselves a Fortune, by subuerting theirs. We stand not in the lines, that do aduance To that so courted point. But yonder leane A paire that do. (Good Cossen Latiaris.) Satrius Secundus, and Pinnarius Nat . . .
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