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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Act V: The Temptation of Power FIRST PATRICIAN: The treasury is ripe for subtle hands. A favor here, a contract there—who sees? SECOND PATRICIAN: The Senate nods, the people scarce inquire. Why shouldst thou not enjoy what fate bestows? CONSUL MARCELLUS: Enjoy? Is office now a gilded cup, To drink from deep and spill upon the poor? FIRST PATRICIAN: Thou speak’st as if old Lucilius still lives. His age is past. The world hath changed its face. CONSUL MARCELLUS: Yet virtue changes not, nor truth decays. Though Lucilius sleeps beneath the stone, His voice still echoes in my waking soul. SECOND PATRICIAN: A voice of dust. The living must prevail. Wilt thou be ruled by shadows of the dead? CONSUL MARCELLUS: Nay, I am ruled by reason, not by ghosts. But he was more than man—he was the flame That lit my youth with honor’s sacred fire. I sat beneath his olive tree and learned That power is duty, not a feast for pride. CHORUS: O noble heart, beset by serpent tongues, Hold fast the torch thy master placed in hand. Let not the golden bribe eclipse the sun Of justice, nor thy soul be bought with praise. CONSUL MARCELLUS: I see the path, though thorns may line its edge. To walk with clean and upright steps is hard, But easier than bearing guilt’s long chain. I shall not stain the robe that Rome hath given, Nor sell my name for fleeting luxury. FIRST PATRICIAN: Then thou art lost to dreams and pious lore. SECOND PATRICIAN: So be it. Others shall ascend in time. CONSUL MARCELLUS: O master, if thy shade can hear my vow, Know that thy teachings live within my breast. Though tempters come with honeyed words and gold, I shall not bend, nor break beneath their weight. Let Rome be ruled by men who still recall That greatness lies in serving, not in gain. CHORUS: Thus virtue stands, though flatterers depart. The seed once sown now blossoms in the sun. And though the sage be dust, his wisdom breathes In hearts made strong by truth and discipline.
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