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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi0914.phi001.perseus-eng3" type="edition" xml:lang="eng"><div subtype="book" n="1" type="textpart"><div n="47" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="2" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> What she wanted, she said, was not a man who was only her husband in
							name, or with whom she was to live in uncomplaining servitude; the man
							she needed was one who deemed himself worthy of a throne, who remembered
							that he was the son of Priscus Tarquinius, who preferred to wear a crown
							rather than live in hopes of it.<note anchored="true" n="15" resp="ed" place="unspecified">The behavior of the yonger Tullia to the mild
								and gentle Arruns contrasted with that towards Lucius has been well
								compared to Goneril's attitude towards <placeName key="tgn,7013266">Albany</placeName> and towards Edmund. Compare especially her
								outburst —“O the difference between man and man! to thee a
								woman's services are due: My fool usurps my body.” <bibl>King
									Lear, Act IV, Scene ii</bibl>.</note>
                  </p></div><div n="3" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> “If you are the man to whom I thought I was married, then I call
							you my husband and my king; but if not, I have changed my condition for
							the worse, since you are not only a coward but a criminal to boot. Why
							do you not prepare yourself for </p></div><div n="4" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> action? You are not, like your father, a native of <placeName key="tgn,2117881">Corinth</placeName> or <placeName key="tgn,7006776">Tarquinii</placeName>, nor is it a foreign crown
							you have to win. Your father's household gods, your father's image, the
							royal palace, the kingly throne within it, the very name of Tarquin, all
							declare you king. If you have not courage enough for this, why do you
							excite vain hopes in the </p></div><div n="5" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> State? Why do you allow yourself to be looked up to as a youth of kingly
							stock? Make your way back to <placeName key="tgn,7006776">Tarquinii</placeName> or <placeName key="tgn,7010734">Corinth</placeName>, sink back to the position whence you sprung;
							you have your brother's nature rather than your father's.” <note anchored="true" n="16" resp="ed" place="unspecified">These
								impassioned appeals may be compared to those of Lady Macbeth, Act I,
								Scene vii.</note> With taunts like these she egged him </p></div><div n="6" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> on. She, too, was perpetually haunted by the thought that whilst
							Tanaquil, a woman of alien descent, had shown such spirit as to give the
							crown to her husband and her son-in-law in succession, she herself,
							though of royal descent, had no power either in giving it or taking it
						</p></div><div n="7" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> away. Infected by the woman's madness Tarquin began to go about and
							interview the nobles, mainly those of the Lesser Houses; he reminded
							them of the favour his father had shown them, and asked them to prove
							their gratitude; he won over the younger men with presents. By making
							magnificent promises as to what he would do, and by bringing charges
							against the king, his cause became stronger amongst all ranks. At last,
							when he thought the time for action had arrived, he appeared suddenly in
							the Forum with a body of armed </p></div><div n="8" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> men. A general panic ensued, during which he seated himself in the royal
							chair in the senate-house and ordered the Fathers to be summoned by the
							crier “into the presence of King Tarquin.” They hastily
							assembled, some already prepared for what was coming; others,
							apprehensive lest their absence should arouse suspicion, and dismayed by
							the extraordinary nature of the incident, were convinced that the fate
							of Servius was </p></div><div n="9" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> sealed. Tarquin went back to the king's birth, protested that he was a
							slave and the son of a slave, and after his (the </p></div><div n="10" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> speaker's) father had been foully murdered, seized the throne, as a
							woman's gift, without any interrex being appointed as heretofore,
							without any assembly being convened, without any vote of the people
							being taken or any confirmation of it by the Fathers. Such was his
							origin, such was his right to the </p></div><div n="11" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> crown. His sympathies were with the dregs of society from which he had
							sprung, and through jealousy of the ranks to which he did not belong, he
							had taken the land from the foremost men in the State and divided it
							amongst the vilest; he had shifted on to them the whole of the burdens
							which had formerly been borne in common by </p></div><div n="12" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> all; he had instituted the census that the fortunes of the wealthy might
							be held up to envy, and be an easily available source from which to
							shower doles, whenever he pleased, upon the neediest. </p></div></div><div n="48" subtype="chapter" type="textpart"><div n="1" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p>Servius had been summoned by a breathless messenger, and arrived on the
							scene while Tarquin was speaking. As soon as he reached the vestibule,
							he exclaimed in loud tones, “What is the meaning of this,
							Tarquin? </p></div><div n="2" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> How dared you, with such insolence, convene the senate or sit in that
							chair whilst I am alive?” Tarquin replied fiercely that he was
							occupying his father's seat, that a king's son was a much more
							legitimate heir to the throne than a slave, and that he, Servius, in
							playing his reckless game, had insulted his masters long enough. Shouts
							arose from their respective partisans, the people made a rush to the
							senate-house, and it was evident that he who won the fight would reign.
						</p></div><div n="3" subtype="section" type="textpart"><p> Then Tarquin, forced by sheer necessity into proceeding to the last
							extremity, seized Servius round the waist, and being a much younger and
							stronger man, carried him out of the senate-house and flung him down the
							steps into the Forum below. He then returned to call the senate to
							order. </p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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