ACT ISCENE I.—A State Room in the Palace.EnterSabinusandSilius, followed byLatiaris.SABINUS.Hail, Caius Silius!SILIUS.Titius Sabinus, hail! You’re rarely met in court.SABINUS.Therefore, well met.SILIUS.’Tis true: indeed, this place is not our sphere.SABINUS.No, Silius, we are no good inginers.We want their fine arts, and their thriving useShould make us graced, or favour’d of the times:We have no shift of faces, no cleft tongues,No soft and glutinous bodies, that can stick,Like snails on painted walls; or, on our breasts,Creep up, to fall from that proud height, to whichWe did by slavery, not by service climb.We are no guilty men, and then no great;We have no place in court, office in state,That we can say, we owe unto our crimes:We burn with no black secrets, which can makeUs dear to the pale authors; or live fear’dOf their still waking jealousies, to raiseOurselves a fortune, by subverting theirs.We stand not in the lines, that do advanceTo that so courted point.EnterSatriusandNatta, at a distance.SILIUS.But yonder leanA pair that do.SABINUS.[salutes Latiaris.] Good cousin Latiaris.—SILIUS.Satrius Secundus, and Pinnarius Natta,The great Sejanus’ clients: there be two,Know more than honest counsels; whose close breasts,Were they ripp’d up to light, it would be foundA poor and idle sin, to which their trunksHad not been made fit organs. These can lie,Flatter, and swear, forswear, deprave, inform,Smile, and betray; make guilty men; then begThe forfeit lives, to get their livings; cutMen’s throats with whisperings; sell to gaping suitorsThe empty smoke, that flies about the palace;Laugh when their patron laughs; sweat when he sweats;Be hot and cold with him; change every mood,Habit, and garb, as often as he varies;Observe him, as his watch observes his clock;And, true, as turquoise in the dear lord’s ring,Look well or ill with him: ready to praiseHis lordship, if he spit, or but p—— fair,Have an indifferent stool, or break wind well;Nothing can ’scape their catch.SABINUS.Alas! these thingsDeserve no note, conferr’d with other vileAnd filthier flatteries, that corrupt the times;When, not alone our gentries chief are fainTo make their safety from such sordid acts;But all our consuls, and no little partOf such as have been prætors, yea, the mostOf senators, that else not use their voices,Start up in public senate and there striveWho shall propound most abject things, and base.So much, as oft Tiberius hath been heard,Leaving the court, to cry, O race of men;Prepared for servitude!—which shew’d that he.Who least the public liberty could like,As lothly brook’d their flat servility.SILIUS.Well, all is worthy of us, were it more,Who with our riots, pride, and civil hate,Have so provok’d the justice of the gods:We, that, within these fourscore years, were bornFree, equal lords of the triumphed world,And knew no masters, but affections;To which betraying first our liberties,We since became the slaves to one man’s lusts;And now to many: every minist’ring spyThat will accuse and swear, is lord of you,Of me, of all our fortunes and our lives.Our looks are call’d to question, and our words,How innocent soever, are made crimes;We shall not shortly dare to tell our dreams,Or think, but ’twill be treason. Sab. Tyrants’ artsAre to give flatterers grace; accusers, power;That those may seem to kill whom they devour.EnterCordusandArruntius.Now, good Cremutius Cordus.CORDUS.[salutes Sabinus] Hail to your lordship!NATTA.[whispers Latiaris.] Who’s that salutes your cousin?LATIARIS.’Tis one Cordus,A gentleman of Rome: one that has writAnnals of late, they say, and very well.NATTA.Annals! of what times?LATIARIS.I think of Pompey’s,And Caius Cæsar’s; and so down to these.NATTA.How stands he affected to the present state!Is he or Drusian, or Germanic,Or ours, or neutral?LATIARIS.I know him not so far.NATTA.Those times are somewhat queasy to be touch’d.Have you or seen, or heard part of his work?LATIARIS.Not I; he means they shall be public shortly.NATTA.O, Cordus do you call him?LATIARIS.Ay.[ExeuntNattaandSatrius.]SABINUS.But these our timesAre not the same, Arruntius.ARRUNTIUS.Times! the men,The men are not the same: ’tis we are base,Poor, and degenerate from the exalted strainOf our great fathers. Where is now the soulOf god-like Cato? he, that durst be good,When Cæsar durst be evil; and had power,As not to live his slave, to die his master?Or where’s the constant Brutus, that being proofAgainst all charm of benefits, did strikeSo brave a blow into the monster’s heartThat sought unkindly to captive his country?O, they are fled the light! Those mighty spiritsLie raked up with their ashes in their urns,And not a spark of their eternal fireGlows in a present bosom. All’s but blaze,Flashes and smoke, wherewith we labour so,There’s nothing Roman in us; nothing good,Gallant, or great: ’tis true that Cordus says,“Brave Cassius was the last of all that race.”Drususpasses over the stage, attended byHaterius, etc.SABINUS.Stand by! lord Drusus.HATERIUS.The emperor’s son! give place.SILIUS.I like the prince well.ARRUNTIUS.A riotous youth;There’s little hope of him.SABINUS.That fault his ageWill, as it grows, correct. Methinks he bearsHimself each day more nobly than other;And wins no less on men’s affections,Than doth his father lose. Believe me,I love him; And chiefly for opposing to Sejanus.SILIUS.And I, for gracing his young kinsmen so,The sons of prince Germanicus: it shewsA gallant clearness in him, a straight mind,That envies not, in them, their father’s name.ARRUNTIUS.His name was, while he lived, above all envy;And, being dead, without it. O, that man!If there were seeds of the old virtue left,They lived in him.SILIUS.He had the fruits, Arruntius,More than the seeds: Sabinus, and myselfHad means to know him within; and can report him.We were his followers, he would call us friends;He was a man most like to virtue; in all,And every action, nearer to the gods,Than men, in nature; of a body as fairAs was his mind; and no less reverendIn face, than fame: he could so use his state,Tempering his greatness with his gravity,As it avoided all self-love in him,And spite in others. What his funerals lack’dIn images and pomp, they had suppliedWith honourable sorrow, soldiers’ sadness,A kind of silent mourning, such, as men,Who know no tears, but from their captives, useTo shew in so great losses.CORDUS.I thought once,Considering their forms, age, manner of deaths,The nearness of the places where they fell,To have parallel’d him with great Alexander:For both were of best feature, of high race,Year’d but to thirty, and, in foreign lands,By their own people alike made away.SABINUS.I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it:But, for his life, it did as much disdainComparison, with that voluptuous, rash,Giddy, and drunken Macedon’s, as mineDoth with my bondman’s. All the good in him,His valour and his fortune, he made his;But he had other touches of late Romans,That more did speak him: Pompey’s dignity,The innocence of Cato, Cæsar’s spirit,Wise Brutus’ temperance; and every virtue,Which, parted unto others, gave them name,Flow’d mix’d in him. He was the soul of goodness;And all our praises of him are like streamsDrawn from a spring, that still rise full, and leaveThe part remaining greatest.ARRUNTIUS.I am sureHe was too great for us, and that they knewWho did remove him hence.SABINUS.When men grow fastHonour’d and loved. there is a trick in state,Which jealous princes never fail to use,How to decline that growth, with fair pretext,And honourable colours of employment,Either by embassy, the war, or such,To shift them forth into another air,Where they may purge and lessen; so was he:And had his seconds there, sent by Tiberius,And his more subtile dam, to discontent him;To breed and cherish mutinies; detractHis greatest actions; give audacious checkTo his commands; and work to put him outIn open act of treason. All which snaresWhen his wise cares prevented, a fine poisonWas thought on, to mature their practices.EnterSejanustalking toTerentius, followed bySatrius, Natta, etc.CORDUS.Here comes Sejanus.SILIUS.Now observe the stoops,The bendings, and the falls.ARRUNTIUS.Most creeping base!SEJANUS.[to Natta.] I note them well: no more. Say you?SATRIUS.My lord,There is a gentleman of Rome would buy-SEJANUS.How call you him you talk’d with?SATRIUS.Please your lordship,It is Eudemus, the physicianto Livia, Drusus’ wife.SEJANUS.On with your suit. Would buy, you said-SATRIUS.A tribune’s place, my lord.SEJANUS.What will he give?SATRIUS.Fifty sestertia.SEJANUS.Livia’s physician, say you, is that fellow?SATRIUS.It is, my lord: Your lordship’s answer.SEJANUS.To what?SATRIUS.The place, my lord. ’Tis for a gentlemanYour lordship will well like of, when you see him;And one, that you may make yours, by the grant.SEJANUS.Well, let him bring his money, and his name.SATRIUS.Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord.SEJANUS.Come hither.Know you this same Eudemus? is he learn’d?SATRIUS.Reputed so, my lord, and of deep practice.SEJANUS.Bring him in, to me, in the gallery;And take you cause to leave us there together:I would confer with him, about a grief—On.[ExeuntSejanus, Satrius, Terentius, etc.]ARRUNTIUS.So! yet another? yet? O desperate stateOf grovelling honour! seest thou this, O sun,And do we see thee after? Methinks, dayShould lose his light, when men do lose their shames,And for the empty circumstance of life,Betray their cause of living.SILIUS.Nothing so.Sejanus can repair, if Jove should ruin.He is now the court god; and well appliedWith sacrifice of knees, of crooks, and cringes;He will do more than all the house of heavenCan, for a thousand hecatombs. ’Tis heMakes us our day, or night; hell, and elysiumAre in his look: we talk of Rhadamanth,Furies, and firebrands; but it is his frownThat is all these; where, on the adverse part,His smile is more, than e’er yet poets feign’dOf bliss, and shades, nectar—ARRUNTIUS.A serving boy!I knew him, at Caius’ trencher, when for hireHe prostituted his abused bodyTo that great gormond, fat Apicius;And was the noted pathic of the time.SABINUS.And, now, the second face of the whole world!The partner of the empire, hath his imageRear’d equal with Tiberius, born in ensigns;Commands, disposes every dignity,Centurions, tribunes, heads of provinces,Praetors and consuls; all that heretoforeRome’s general suffrage gave, is now his sale.The gain, or rather spoil of all the earth,One, and his house, receives.SILIUS.He hath of lateMade him a strength too, strangely, by reducingAll the prætorian bands into one camp,Which he commands: pretending that the soldiers,By living loose and scatter’d, fell to riot;And that if any sudden enterpriseShould be attempted, their united strengthWould be far more than sever’d; and their lifeMore strict, if from the city more removed.SABINUS.Where, now, he builds what kind of forts he please,Is heard to court the soldier by his name,Woos, feasts the chiefest men of action,Whose wants, not loves, compel them to be his.And though he ne’er were liberal by kind,Yet to his own dark ends, he’s most profuse,Lavish, and letting fly, he cares not whatTo his ambition.ARRUNTIUS.Yet, hath he ambition?Is there that step in state can make him higher,Or more, or anything he is, but less?SILIUS.Nothing but emperor.ARRUNTIUS.The name Tiberius,I hope, will keep, howe’er he hath foregoneThe dignity and power.SILIUS.Sure, while he lives.ARRUNTIUS.And dead, it comes to Drusus.Should he fail, To the brave issue of Germanicus;And they are three: too many-ha? for himTo have a plot upon!SABINUS.I do not knowThe heart of his designs; but, sure, their faceLooks farther than the present.ARRUNTIUS.By the gods,If I could guess he had but such a thought,My sword should cleave him down from head to heart,But I would find it out: and with my handI’d hurl his panting brain about the airIn mites, as small as atomi, to undoThe knotted bed-SABINUS.You are observ’d, Arruntius.ARRUNTIUS.[turns to Natta, Terentius, etc.]Death! I dare tell him so; and all his spies:You, sir, I would, do you look? and you.SABINUS.Forbear.SCENE II.—(The former scene continued.)A Gallery discovered opening into the state Room.EnterSatriuswithEudemus.SATRIUS.Here he will instant be: let’s walk a turn;You’re in a muse, Eudemus.EUDEMUS.Not I, sir.I wonder he should mark me out so! well,Jove and Apollo form it for the best. [Aside.SATRIUS.Your fortune’s made unto you now, Eudemus,If you can but lay bold upon the means;Do but observe his humour, and—believe it—He is the noblest Roman, where he takes—EnterSejanus.Here comes his lordship.SEJANUS.Now, good Satrius.SATRIUS.This is the gentleman, my lord.SEJANUS.Is this?Give me your hand—we must be more acquainted.Report, sir, hath spoke out your art and learning:And I am glad I have so needful cause,However in itself painful and hard,To make me known to so great virtue.—Look,Who is that, Satrius?[ExitSatrius.]I have a grief, sir,That will desire your help. Your name’s Eudemus!EUDEMUS.Yes.SEJANUS.Sir?EUDEMUS.It is, my lord.SEJANUS.I hear you arePhysician to Livia, the princess.EUDEMUS.I minister unto her, my good lord.SEJANUS.You minister to a royal lady, then.EUDEMUS.She is, my lord, and fair.SEJANUS.That’s understoodOf all her sex, who are or would be so;And those that would be, physic soon can make them:For those that are, their beauties fear no colours.EUDEMUS.Your lordship is conceited.SEJANUS.Sir, you know it,And can, if need be, read a learned lectureOn this, and other secrets. Pray you, tell me,What more of ladies besides Livia,Have you your patients?EUDEMUS.Many, my good lord.The great Augusta, Urgulania,Mutilia Prisca, and Plancina; divers—SEJANUS.And all these tell you the particularsOf every several grief? how first it grew,And then increased; what action caused that;What passion that: and answer to each pointThat you will put them?EUDEMUS.Else, my lord, we know notHow to prescribe the remedies.SEJANUS.Go to,you are a subtile nation, you physicians!And grown the only cabinets in court,To ladies’ privacies. Faith, which of theseIs the most pleasant lady in her physic?Come, you are modest now.EUDEMUS.’Tis fit, my lord.SEJANUS.Why, sir, I do not ask you of their urines,Whose smell’s most violet, or whose siege is best,Or who makes hardest faces on her stool?Which lady sleeps with her own face a nights?Which puts her teeth off, with her clothes, in court?Or, which her hair, which her complexion,And, in which box she puts it; These were questions,That might, perhaps, have put your gravityTo some defence of blush. But, I enquired,Which was the wittiest, merriest, wantonnest?Harmless intergatories, but conceits.—Methinks Augusta should be most perverse,And froward in her fit.EUDEMUS.She’s so, my lord.SEJANUS.I knew it: and Mutilia the most jocund.EUDEMUS.’Tis very true, my lord.SEJANUS.And why would youConceal this from me, now? Come, what is Livia?I know she’s quick and quaintly spirited,And will have strange thoughts, when she is at leisure:She tells them all to you.EUDEMUS.My noblest lord,He breathes not in the empire, or on earth.Whom I would be ambitious to serveIn any act, that may preserve mine honour,Before your lordship.SEJANUS.Sir, you can lose no honour,By trusting aught to me. The coarsest actDone to my service, I can so requite,As all the world shall style it honourable:Your idle, virtuous definitions,Keep honour poor, and are as scorn’d as vain:Those deeds breathe honour that do suck in gain.EUDEMUS.But, good my lord, if I should thus betrayThe counsels of my patient, and a lady’sOf her high place and worth; what might your lordship,Who presently are to trust me with your own,Judge of my faith?SEJANUS.Only the best I swear.Say now that I should utter you my grief,And with it the true cause; that it were love,And love to Livia; you should tell her this:Should she suspect your faith; I would you couldTell me as much from her; see if my brainCould be turn’d jealous.EUDEMUS.Happily, my lord,I could in time tell you as much and more;So I might safely promise but the firstTo her from you.SEJANUS.As safely, my Eudemus,I now dare call thee so, as I have putThe secret into thee.EUDEMUS.My lord—SEJANUS.Protest not,Thy looks are vows to me; use only speed,And but affect her with Sejanus’ love,Thou art a man, made to make consuls. Go.EUDEMUS.My lord, I’ll promise you a private meetingThis day together.SEJANUS.Canst thou?EUDEMUS.Yes.SEJANUS.The place?EUDEMUS.My gardens, whither I shall fetch your lordshipSEJANUS.Let me adore my Æsculapius.Why, this indeed is physic! and outspeaksThe knowledge of cheap drugs, or any useCan be made out of it! more comfortingThan all your opiates, juleps, apozems,Magistral syrups, or—Be gone, my friend,Not barely styled, but created so;Expect things greater than thy largest hopes,To overtake thee: Fortune shall be taughtTo know how ill she hath deserv’d thus long,To come behind thy wishes. Go, and speed.[ExitEudemus.]Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need.These fellows, by the favour of their art,Have still the means to tempt; oft-times the power.If Livia will be now corrupted, thenThou hast the way, Sejanus, to work outHis secrets, who, thou know’st, endures thee not,Her husband, Drusus: and to work against them.Prosper it, Pallas, thou that better’st wit;For Venus hath the smallest share in it.EnterTiberiusandDrusus, attended.TIBERIUS.[to Haterius, who kneels to him.]We not endure these flatteries; let him stand;Our empire, ensigns, axes, rods and stateTake not away our human nature from us:Look up on us, and fall before the gods.SEJANUS.How like a god speaks Cæsar!ARRUNTIUS.There, observe!He can endure that second, that’s no flattery.O, what is it, proud slime will not believeOf his own worth, to hear it equal praisedThus with the gods!CORDUS.He did not hear it, sir.ARRUNTIUS.He did not! Tut, he must not, we think meanly.’Tis your most courtly known confederacy,To have your private parasite redeem,What he, in public, subtilely will lose,To making him a name.HATERIUS.Right mighty lord—[Gives him letters.]TIBERIUS.We must make up our ears ’gainst these assaultsOf charming tongues; we pray you use no moreThese contumelies to us; style not usOr lord, or mighty, who profess ourselfThe servant of the senate, and are proudT’ enjoy them our good, just, and favouring lords.CORDUS.Rarely dissembled!ARRUNTIUS.Prince-like to the life.SABINUS.When power that may command, so much descends,Their bondage, whom it stoops to, it intends.TIBERIUS.Whence are these letters?HATERIUS.From the senate.TIBERIUS.So.[Latiaris. gives him letters.]Whence these?LATIARIS.From thence too.TIBERIUS.Are they sitting now?LATIARIS.They stay thy answer, Cæsar.SILIUS.If this manHad but a mind allied unto his words,How blest a fate were it to us, and Rome!We could not think that state for which to change,Although the aim were our old liberty:The ghosts of those that fell for that, would grieveTheir bodies lived not, now, again to serve.Men are deceived, who think there can be thrallBeneath a virtuous prince: Wish’d libertyNe’er lovelier looks, than under such a crown.But, when his grace is merely but lip-good.And that, no longer than he airs himselfAbroad in public, there, to seem to shunThe strokes and stripes of flatterers, which withinAre lechery unto him, and so feedHis brutish sense with their afflicting sound,As, dead to virtue, he permits himselfBe carried like a pitcher by the ears,To every act of vice: this is the caseDeserves our fear, and doth presage the nighAnd close approach of blood and tyranny.Flattery is midwife unto prince’s rage:And nothing sooner doth help forth a tyrant,Than that and whisperers’ grace, who have the time,The place, the power, to make all men offenders.ARRUNTIUS.He should be told this; and be bid dissembleWith fools and blind men: we that know the evil,Should hunt the palace-rats or give them bane;Fright hence these worse than ravens, that devour The quick, where they but prey upon the dead:He shall be told it.SABINUS.Stay, Arruntius,We must abide our opportunity;And practise what is fit, as what is needful.It is not safe t’ enforce a sovereign’s ear:Princes hear well, if they at all will hear.ARRUNTIUS.Ha, say you so? well! In the mean time, Jove,(Say not, but I do call upon thee now,)SILIUS.’Tis well pray’d.TIBERIUS.[having read the letters.]Return the lords this voice,—We are their creature,And it is fit a good and honest prince,Whom they, out of their bounty, have instructedWith so dilate and absolute a power,Should owe the office of it to their service.And good of all and every citizen.Nor shall it e’er repent us to have wish’dThe senate just, and favouring lords unto us,Since their free loves do yield no less defenceTo a prince’s state, than his own innocence.Say then, there can be nothing in their thoughtShall want to please us, that hath pleased them;Our suffrage rather shall prevent than stayBehind their wills: ’tis empire to obey,Where such, so great, so grave, so good determine.Yet, for the suit of Spain, to erect a templeIn honour of our mother and our self,We must, with pardon of the senate, notAssent thereto. Their lordships may objectOur not denying the same late requestUnto the Asian cities: we desireThat our defence for suffering that be knownIn these brief reasons, with our after purpose.Since deified Augustus hindered notA temple to be built at Pergamum,In honour of himself and sacred Rome;We, that have all his deeds and words observedEver, in place of laws, the rather follow’dThat pleasing precedent, because with ours,The senate’s reverence, also, there was join’d.But as, t’ have once received it, may deserveThe gain of pardon; so, to be adoredWith the continued style, and note of gods,Through all the provinces, were wild ambition.And no less pride: yea, even Augustus’ nameWould early vanish, should it be profanedWith such promiscuous flatteries. For our part,We here protest it, and are covetousPosterity should know it. we are mortal;And can but deeds of men: ’twere glory enough,Could we be truly a prince. And, they shall addAbounding grace unto our memory,That shall report us worthy our forefathers,Careful of your affairs, constant in dangers,And not afraid of any private frownFor public good. These things shall be to usTemples and statues, reared in your minds,The fairest, and most during imagery:For those of stone or brass, if they becomeOdious in judgment of posterity,Are more contemn’d as dying sepulchres,Than ta’en for living monuments. We thenMake here our suit, alike to gods and men;The one, until the period of our race,To inspire us with a free and quiet mind,Discerning both divine and human laws;The other, to vouchsafe us after death,An honourable mention, and fair praise,To accompany our actions and our name:The rest of greatness princes may command,And, therefore, may neglect; only, a long,A lasting, high, and happy memoryThey should, without being satisfied, pursue:Contempt of fame begets contempt of virtue.NATTA.Rare!SATRIUS.Most divine!SEJANUS.The oracles are ceased,That only Cæsar, with their tongue, might speak.ARRUNTIUS.Let me be gone: most felt and open this!CORDUS.Stay.ARRUNTIUS.What! to hear more cunning and fine words,With their sound flatter’d ere their sense be meant?TIBERIUS.Their choice of Antium, there to place the giftVow’d to the goddess for our mother’s health,We will the senate know, we fairly like:As also of their grant to Lepidus,For his repairing the AEmilian place,And restoration of those monuments:Their grace too in confining of SilanusTo the other isle Cithera, at the suitOf his religious sister, much commendsTheir policy, so temper’d with their mercy.But for the honours which they have decreedTo our Sejanus, to advance his statueIn Pompey’s theatre, (whose ruining fireHis vigilance and labour kept restrain’dIn that one loss,) they have therein out-goneTheir own great wisdoms, by their skilful choice,And placing of their bounties on a man,Whose merit more adorns the dignity,Than that can him; and gives a benefit,In taking, greater than it can receive.Blush not, Sejanus, thou great aid of Rome,Associate of our labours, our chief helper;Let us not force thy simple modestyWith offering at thy praise, for more we cannot,Since there’s no voice can take it.No man here Receive our speeches as hyperboles:For we are far from flattering our friend,Let envy know, as from the need to flatter.Nor let them ask the causes of our praise:Princes have still their grounds rear’d with themselves,Above the poor low flats of common men;And who will search the reasons of their acts,Must stand on equal bases. Lead, away:Our loves unto the senate.[ExeuntTiberius, Sejanus, Natta, Haterius, Latiaris, Officers, etc.]ARRUNTIUS.Cæsar!SABINUS.Peace.CORDUS.Great Pompey’s theatre was never ruin’dTill now, that proud Sejanus hath a statueRear’d on his ashes.ARRUNTIUS.Place the shame of soldiers,Above the best of generals? crack the world,And bruise the name of Romans into dust,Ere we behold it!SILIUS.Check your passion; Lord Drusus tarries.DRUSUS.Is my father mad,Weary of life, and rule, lords? thus to heaveAn idol up with praise! make him his mate,His rival in the empire!ARRUNTIUS.O, good prince.DRUSUS.Allow him statues, titles, honours, suchAs he himself refuseth!ARRUNTIUS.Brave, brave Drusus!DRUSUS.The first ascents to sovereignty are hard;But, entered once, there never wants or means,Or ministers, to help the aspirer on.ARRUNTIUS.True, gallant Drusus.DRUSUS.We must shortly prayTo Modesty, that he will rest contented—ARRUNTIUS.Ay, where he is, and not write emperor.Re-enterSejanus, Satrius, Latiaris, Clients, etc.SEJANUS.There is your bill, and yours; bring you your man.[To Satrius.]I have moved for you, too, Latiaris.DRUSUS.What!Is your vast greatness grown so blindly bold,That you will over us?SEJANUS.Why then give way.DRUSUS.Give way, Colossus! do you lift? advance you?Take that![Strikes him.]ARRUNTIUS.Good! brave! excellent, brave prince!DRUSUS.Nay, come, approach.[Draws his sword.]What, stand you off? at gaze?It looks too full of death for thy cold spirits.Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my swordShall make thy bravery fitter for a grave,Than for a triumph. I’ll advance a statueO’ your own bulk; but ’t shall be on the cross;Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length,And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch’dWith your swoln fortune’s rage.ARRUNTIUS.A noble prince!ALL.A Castor, a Castor, a Castor, a Castor![Exeunt all butSejanus.]SEJANUS.He that, with such wrong moved, can bear it throughWith patience, and an even mind, knows howTo turn it back. Wrath cover’d carries fate:Revenge is lost, if I profess my hate.What was my practice late, I’ll now pursue,As my fell justice: this hath styled it new.[Exit.]
EnterSabinusandSilius, followed byLatiaris.
SABINUS.Hail, Caius Silius!
SILIUS.Titius Sabinus, hail! You’re rarely met in court.
SABINUS.Therefore, well met.
SILIUS.’Tis true: indeed, this place is not our sphere.
SABINUS.No, Silius, we are no good inginers.We want their fine arts, and their thriving useShould make us graced, or favour’d of the times:We have no shift of faces, no cleft tongues,No soft and glutinous bodies, that can stick,Like snails on painted walls; or, on our breasts,Creep up, to fall from that proud height, to whichWe did by slavery, not by service climb.We are no guilty men, and then no great;We have no place in court, office in state,That we can say, we owe unto our crimes:We burn with no black secrets, which can makeUs dear to the pale authors; or live fear’dOf their still waking jealousies, to raiseOurselves a fortune, by subverting theirs.We stand not in the lines, that do advanceTo that so courted point.
EnterSatriusandNatta, at a distance.
SILIUS.But yonder leanA pair that do.
SABINUS.[salutes Latiaris.] Good cousin Latiaris.—
SILIUS.Satrius Secundus, and Pinnarius Natta,The great Sejanus’ clients: there be two,Know more than honest counsels; whose close breasts,Were they ripp’d up to light, it would be foundA poor and idle sin, to which their trunksHad not been made fit organs. These can lie,Flatter, and swear, forswear, deprave, inform,Smile, and betray; make guilty men; then begThe forfeit lives, to get their livings; cutMen’s throats with whisperings; sell to gaping suitorsThe empty smoke, that flies about the palace;Laugh when their patron laughs; sweat when he sweats;Be hot and cold with him; change every mood,Habit, and garb, as often as he varies;Observe him, as his watch observes his clock;And, true, as turquoise in the dear lord’s ring,Look well or ill with him: ready to praiseHis lordship, if he spit, or but p—— fair,Have an indifferent stool, or break wind well;Nothing can ’scape their catch.
SABINUS.Alas! these thingsDeserve no note, conferr’d with other vileAnd filthier flatteries, that corrupt the times;When, not alone our gentries chief are fainTo make their safety from such sordid acts;But all our consuls, and no little partOf such as have been prætors, yea, the mostOf senators, that else not use their voices,Start up in public senate and there striveWho shall propound most abject things, and base.So much, as oft Tiberius hath been heard,Leaving the court, to cry, O race of men;Prepared for servitude!—which shew’d that he.Who least the public liberty could like,As lothly brook’d their flat servility.
SILIUS.Well, all is worthy of us, were it more,Who with our riots, pride, and civil hate,Have so provok’d the justice of the gods:We, that, within these fourscore years, were bornFree, equal lords of the triumphed world,And knew no masters, but affections;To which betraying first our liberties,We since became the slaves to one man’s lusts;And now to many: every minist’ring spyThat will accuse and swear, is lord of you,Of me, of all our fortunes and our lives.Our looks are call’d to question, and our words,How innocent soever, are made crimes;We shall not shortly dare to tell our dreams,Or think, but ’twill be treason. Sab. Tyrants’ artsAre to give flatterers grace; accusers, power;That those may seem to kill whom they devour.
EnterCordusandArruntius.
Now, good Cremutius Cordus.
CORDUS.[salutes Sabinus] Hail to your lordship!
NATTA.[whispers Latiaris.] Who’s that salutes your cousin?
LATIARIS.’Tis one Cordus,A gentleman of Rome: one that has writAnnals of late, they say, and very well.
NATTA.Annals! of what times?
LATIARIS.I think of Pompey’s,And Caius Cæsar’s; and so down to these.
NATTA.How stands he affected to the present state!Is he or Drusian, or Germanic,Or ours, or neutral?
LATIARIS.I know him not so far.
NATTA.Those times are somewhat queasy to be touch’d.Have you or seen, or heard part of his work?
LATIARIS.Not I; he means they shall be public shortly.
NATTA.O, Cordus do you call him?
LATIARIS.Ay.
[ExeuntNattaandSatrius.]
SABINUS.But these our timesAre not the same, Arruntius.
ARRUNTIUS.Times! the men,The men are not the same: ’tis we are base,Poor, and degenerate from the exalted strainOf our great fathers. Where is now the soulOf god-like Cato? he, that durst be good,When Cæsar durst be evil; and had power,As not to live his slave, to die his master?Or where’s the constant Brutus, that being proofAgainst all charm of benefits, did strikeSo brave a blow into the monster’s heartThat sought unkindly to captive his country?O, they are fled the light! Those mighty spiritsLie raked up with their ashes in their urns,And not a spark of their eternal fireGlows in a present bosom. All’s but blaze,Flashes and smoke, wherewith we labour so,There’s nothing Roman in us; nothing good,Gallant, or great: ’tis true that Cordus says,“Brave Cassius was the last of all that race.”
Drususpasses over the stage, attended byHaterius, etc.
SABINUS.Stand by! lord Drusus.
HATERIUS.The emperor’s son! give place.
SILIUS.I like the prince well.
ARRUNTIUS.A riotous youth;There’s little hope of him.
SABINUS.That fault his ageWill, as it grows, correct. Methinks he bearsHimself each day more nobly than other;And wins no less on men’s affections,Than doth his father lose. Believe me,I love him; And chiefly for opposing to Sejanus.
SILIUS.And I, for gracing his young kinsmen so,The sons of prince Germanicus: it shewsA gallant clearness in him, a straight mind,That envies not, in them, their father’s name.
ARRUNTIUS.His name was, while he lived, above all envy;And, being dead, without it. O, that man!If there were seeds of the old virtue left,They lived in him.
SILIUS.He had the fruits, Arruntius,More than the seeds: Sabinus, and myselfHad means to know him within; and can report him.We were his followers, he would call us friends;He was a man most like to virtue; in all,And every action, nearer to the gods,Than men, in nature; of a body as fairAs was his mind; and no less reverendIn face, than fame: he could so use his state,Tempering his greatness with his gravity,As it avoided all self-love in him,And spite in others. What his funerals lack’dIn images and pomp, they had suppliedWith honourable sorrow, soldiers’ sadness,A kind of silent mourning, such, as men,Who know no tears, but from their captives, useTo shew in so great losses.
CORDUS.I thought once,Considering their forms, age, manner of deaths,The nearness of the places where they fell,To have parallel’d him with great Alexander:For both were of best feature, of high race,Year’d but to thirty, and, in foreign lands,By their own people alike made away.
SABINUS.I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it:But, for his life, it did as much disdainComparison, with that voluptuous, rash,Giddy, and drunken Macedon’s, as mineDoth with my bondman’s. All the good in him,His valour and his fortune, he made his;But he had other touches of late Romans,That more did speak him: Pompey’s dignity,The innocence of Cato, Cæsar’s spirit,Wise Brutus’ temperance; and every virtue,Which, parted unto others, gave them name,Flow’d mix’d in him. He was the soul of goodness;And all our praises of him are like streamsDrawn from a spring, that still rise full, and leaveThe part remaining greatest.
ARRUNTIUS.I am sureHe was too great for us, and that they knewWho did remove him hence.
SABINUS.When men grow fastHonour’d and loved. there is a trick in state,Which jealous princes never fail to use,How to decline that growth, with fair pretext,And honourable colours of employment,Either by embassy, the war, or such,To shift them forth into another air,Where they may purge and lessen; so was he:And had his seconds there, sent by Tiberius,And his more subtile dam, to discontent him;To breed and cherish mutinies; detractHis greatest actions; give audacious checkTo his commands; and work to put him outIn open act of treason. All which snaresWhen his wise cares prevented, a fine poisonWas thought on, to mature their practices.
EnterSejanustalking toTerentius, followed bySatrius, Natta, etc.
CORDUS.Here comes Sejanus.
SILIUS.Now observe the stoops,The bendings, and the falls.
ARRUNTIUS.Most creeping base!
SEJANUS.[to Natta.] I note them well: no more. Say you?
SATRIUS.My lord,There is a gentleman of Rome would buy-
SEJANUS.How call you him you talk’d with?
SATRIUS.Please your lordship,It is Eudemus, the physicianto Livia, Drusus’ wife.
SEJANUS.On with your suit. Would buy, you said-
SATRIUS.A tribune’s place, my lord.
SEJANUS.What will he give?
SATRIUS.Fifty sestertia.
SEJANUS.Livia’s physician, say you, is that fellow?
SATRIUS.It is, my lord: Your lordship’s answer.
SEJANUS.To what?
SATRIUS.The place, my lord. ’Tis for a gentlemanYour lordship will well like of, when you see him;And one, that you may make yours, by the grant.
SEJANUS.Well, let him bring his money, and his name.
SATRIUS.Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord.
SEJANUS.Come hither.Know you this same Eudemus? is he learn’d?
SATRIUS.Reputed so, my lord, and of deep practice.
SEJANUS.Bring him in, to me, in the gallery;And take you cause to leave us there together:I would confer with him, about a grief—On.
[ExeuntSejanus, Satrius, Terentius, etc.]
ARRUNTIUS.So! yet another? yet? O desperate stateOf grovelling honour! seest thou this, O sun,And do we see thee after? Methinks, dayShould lose his light, when men do lose their shames,And for the empty circumstance of life,Betray their cause of living.
SILIUS.Nothing so.Sejanus can repair, if Jove should ruin.He is now the court god; and well appliedWith sacrifice of knees, of crooks, and cringes;He will do more than all the house of heavenCan, for a thousand hecatombs. ’Tis heMakes us our day, or night; hell, and elysiumAre in his look: we talk of Rhadamanth,Furies, and firebrands; but it is his frownThat is all these; where, on the adverse part,His smile is more, than e’er yet poets feign’dOf bliss, and shades, nectar—
ARRUNTIUS.A serving boy!I knew him, at Caius’ trencher, when for hireHe prostituted his abused bodyTo that great gormond, fat Apicius;And was the noted pathic of the time.
SABINUS.And, now, the second face of the whole world!The partner of the empire, hath his imageRear’d equal with Tiberius, born in ensigns;Commands, disposes every dignity,Centurions, tribunes, heads of provinces,Praetors and consuls; all that heretoforeRome’s general suffrage gave, is now his sale.The gain, or rather spoil of all the earth,One, and his house, receives.
SILIUS.He hath of lateMade him a strength too, strangely, by reducingAll the prætorian bands into one camp,Which he commands: pretending that the soldiers,By living loose and scatter’d, fell to riot;And that if any sudden enterpriseShould be attempted, their united strengthWould be far more than sever’d; and their lifeMore strict, if from the city more removed.
SABINUS.Where, now, he builds what kind of forts he please,Is heard to court the soldier by his name,Woos, feasts the chiefest men of action,Whose wants, not loves, compel them to be his.And though he ne’er were liberal by kind,Yet to his own dark ends, he’s most profuse,Lavish, and letting fly, he cares not whatTo his ambition.
ARRUNTIUS.Yet, hath he ambition?Is there that step in state can make him higher,Or more, or anything he is, but less?
SILIUS.Nothing but emperor.
ARRUNTIUS.The name Tiberius,I hope, will keep, howe’er he hath foregoneThe dignity and power.
SILIUS.Sure, while he lives.
ARRUNTIUS.And dead, it comes to Drusus.Should he fail, To the brave issue of Germanicus;And they are three: too many-ha? for himTo have a plot upon!
SABINUS.I do not knowThe heart of his designs; but, sure, their faceLooks farther than the present.
ARRUNTIUS.By the gods,If I could guess he had but such a thought,My sword should cleave him down from head to heart,But I would find it out: and with my handI’d hurl his panting brain about the airIn mites, as small as atomi, to undoThe knotted bed-
SABINUS.You are observ’d, Arruntius.
ARRUNTIUS.[turns to Natta, Terentius, etc.]Death! I dare tell him so; and all his spies:You, sir, I would, do you look? and you.
SABINUS.Forbear.
EnterSatriuswithEudemus.
SATRIUS.Here he will instant be: let’s walk a turn;You’re in a muse, Eudemus.
EUDEMUS.Not I, sir.I wonder he should mark me out so! well,Jove and Apollo form it for the best. [Aside.
SATRIUS.Your fortune’s made unto you now, Eudemus,If you can but lay bold upon the means;Do but observe his humour, and—believe it—He is the noblest Roman, where he takes—
EnterSejanus.
Here comes his lordship.
SEJANUS.Now, good Satrius.
SATRIUS.This is the gentleman, my lord.
SEJANUS.Is this?Give me your hand—we must be more acquainted.Report, sir, hath spoke out your art and learning:And I am glad I have so needful cause,However in itself painful and hard,To make me known to so great virtue.—Look,Who is that, Satrius?
[ExitSatrius.]
I have a grief, sir,That will desire your help. Your name’s Eudemus!
EUDEMUS.Yes.
SEJANUS.Sir?
EUDEMUS.It is, my lord.
SEJANUS.I hear you arePhysician to Livia, the princess.
EUDEMUS.I minister unto her, my good lord.
SEJANUS.You minister to a royal lady, then.
EUDEMUS.She is, my lord, and fair.
SEJANUS.That’s understoodOf all her sex, who are or would be so;And those that would be, physic soon can make them:For those that are, their beauties fear no colours.
EUDEMUS.Your lordship is conceited.
SEJANUS.Sir, you know it,And can, if need be, read a learned lectureOn this, and other secrets. Pray you, tell me,What more of ladies besides Livia,Have you your patients?
EUDEMUS.Many, my good lord.The great Augusta, Urgulania,Mutilia Prisca, and Plancina; divers—
SEJANUS.And all these tell you the particularsOf every several grief? how first it grew,And then increased; what action caused that;What passion that: and answer to each pointThat you will put them?
EUDEMUS.Else, my lord, we know notHow to prescribe the remedies.
SEJANUS.Go to,you are a subtile nation, you physicians!And grown the only cabinets in court,To ladies’ privacies. Faith, which of theseIs the most pleasant lady in her physic?Come, you are modest now.
EUDEMUS.’Tis fit, my lord.
SEJANUS.Why, sir, I do not ask you of their urines,Whose smell’s most violet, or whose siege is best,Or who makes hardest faces on her stool?Which lady sleeps with her own face a nights?Which puts her teeth off, with her clothes, in court?Or, which her hair, which her complexion,And, in which box she puts it; These were questions,That might, perhaps, have put your gravityTo some defence of blush. But, I enquired,Which was the wittiest, merriest, wantonnest?Harmless intergatories, but conceits.—Methinks Augusta should be most perverse,And froward in her fit.
EUDEMUS.She’s so, my lord.
SEJANUS.I knew it: and Mutilia the most jocund.
EUDEMUS.’Tis very true, my lord.
SEJANUS.And why would youConceal this from me, now? Come, what is Livia?I know she’s quick and quaintly spirited,And will have strange thoughts, when she is at leisure:She tells them all to you.
EUDEMUS.My noblest lord,He breathes not in the empire, or on earth.Whom I would be ambitious to serveIn any act, that may preserve mine honour,Before your lordship.
SEJANUS.Sir, you can lose no honour,By trusting aught to me. The coarsest actDone to my service, I can so requite,As all the world shall style it honourable:Your idle, virtuous definitions,Keep honour poor, and are as scorn’d as vain:Those deeds breathe honour that do suck in gain.
EUDEMUS.But, good my lord, if I should thus betrayThe counsels of my patient, and a lady’sOf her high place and worth; what might your lordship,Who presently are to trust me with your own,Judge of my faith?
SEJANUS.Only the best I swear.Say now that I should utter you my grief,And with it the true cause; that it were love,And love to Livia; you should tell her this:Should she suspect your faith; I would you couldTell me as much from her; see if my brainCould be turn’d jealous.
EUDEMUS.Happily, my lord,I could in time tell you as much and more;So I might safely promise but the firstTo her from you.
SEJANUS.As safely, my Eudemus,I now dare call thee so, as I have putThe secret into thee.
EUDEMUS.My lord—
SEJANUS.Protest not,Thy looks are vows to me; use only speed,And but affect her with Sejanus’ love,Thou art a man, made to make consuls. Go.
EUDEMUS.My lord, I’ll promise you a private meetingThis day together.
SEJANUS.Canst thou?
EUDEMUS.Yes.
SEJANUS.The place?
EUDEMUS.My gardens, whither I shall fetch your lordship
SEJANUS.Let me adore my Æsculapius.Why, this indeed is physic! and outspeaksThe knowledge of cheap drugs, or any useCan be made out of it! more comfortingThan all your opiates, juleps, apozems,Magistral syrups, or—Be gone, my friend,Not barely styled, but created so;Expect things greater than thy largest hopes,To overtake thee: Fortune shall be taughtTo know how ill she hath deserv’d thus long,To come behind thy wishes. Go, and speed.
[ExitEudemus.]
Ambition makes more trusty slaves than need.These fellows, by the favour of their art,Have still the means to tempt; oft-times the power.If Livia will be now corrupted, thenThou hast the way, Sejanus, to work outHis secrets, who, thou know’st, endures thee not,Her husband, Drusus: and to work against them.Prosper it, Pallas, thou that better’st wit;For Venus hath the smallest share in it.
EnterTiberiusandDrusus, attended.
TIBERIUS.[to Haterius, who kneels to him.]We not endure these flatteries; let him stand;Our empire, ensigns, axes, rods and stateTake not away our human nature from us:Look up on us, and fall before the gods.
SEJANUS.How like a god speaks Cæsar!
ARRUNTIUS.There, observe!He can endure that second, that’s no flattery.O, what is it, proud slime will not believeOf his own worth, to hear it equal praisedThus with the gods!
CORDUS.He did not hear it, sir.
ARRUNTIUS.He did not! Tut, he must not, we think meanly.’Tis your most courtly known confederacy,To have your private parasite redeem,What he, in public, subtilely will lose,To making him a name.
HATERIUS.Right mighty lord—
[Gives him letters.]
TIBERIUS.We must make up our ears ’gainst these assaultsOf charming tongues; we pray you use no moreThese contumelies to us; style not usOr lord, or mighty, who profess ourselfThe servant of the senate, and are proudT’ enjoy them our good, just, and favouring lords.
CORDUS.Rarely dissembled!
ARRUNTIUS.Prince-like to the life.
SABINUS.When power that may command, so much descends,Their bondage, whom it stoops to, it intends.
TIBERIUS.Whence are these letters?
HATERIUS.From the senate.
TIBERIUS.So.
[Latiaris. gives him letters.]
Whence these?
LATIARIS.From thence too.
TIBERIUS.Are they sitting now?
LATIARIS.They stay thy answer, Cæsar.
SILIUS.If this manHad but a mind allied unto his words,How blest a fate were it to us, and Rome!We could not think that state for which to change,Although the aim were our old liberty:The ghosts of those that fell for that, would grieveTheir bodies lived not, now, again to serve.Men are deceived, who think there can be thrallBeneath a virtuous prince: Wish’d libertyNe’er lovelier looks, than under such a crown.But, when his grace is merely but lip-good.And that, no longer than he airs himselfAbroad in public, there, to seem to shunThe strokes and stripes of flatterers, which withinAre lechery unto him, and so feedHis brutish sense with their afflicting sound,As, dead to virtue, he permits himselfBe carried like a pitcher by the ears,To every act of vice: this is the caseDeserves our fear, and doth presage the nighAnd close approach of blood and tyranny.Flattery is midwife unto prince’s rage:And nothing sooner doth help forth a tyrant,Than that and whisperers’ grace, who have the time,The place, the power, to make all men offenders.
ARRUNTIUS.He should be told this; and be bid dissembleWith fools and blind men: we that know the evil,Should hunt the palace-rats or give them bane;Fright hence these worse than ravens, that devour The quick, where they but prey upon the dead:He shall be told it.
SABINUS.Stay, Arruntius,We must abide our opportunity;And practise what is fit, as what is needful.It is not safe t’ enforce a sovereign’s ear:Princes hear well, if they at all will hear.
ARRUNTIUS.Ha, say you so? well! In the mean time, Jove,(Say not, but I do call upon thee now,)
SILIUS.’Tis well pray’d.
TIBERIUS.[having read the letters.]Return the lords this voice,—We are their creature,And it is fit a good and honest prince,Whom they, out of their bounty, have instructedWith so dilate and absolute a power,Should owe the office of it to their service.And good of all and every citizen.Nor shall it e’er repent us to have wish’dThe senate just, and favouring lords unto us,Since their free loves do yield no less defenceTo a prince’s state, than his own innocence.Say then, there can be nothing in their thoughtShall want to please us, that hath pleased them;Our suffrage rather shall prevent than stayBehind their wills: ’tis empire to obey,Where such, so great, so grave, so good determine.Yet, for the suit of Spain, to erect a templeIn honour of our mother and our self,We must, with pardon of the senate, notAssent thereto. Their lordships may objectOur not denying the same late requestUnto the Asian cities: we desireThat our defence for suffering that be knownIn these brief reasons, with our after purpose.Since deified Augustus hindered notA temple to be built at Pergamum,In honour of himself and sacred Rome;We, that have all his deeds and words observedEver, in place of laws, the rather follow’dThat pleasing precedent, because with ours,The senate’s reverence, also, there was join’d.But as, t’ have once received it, may deserveThe gain of pardon; so, to be adoredWith the continued style, and note of gods,Through all the provinces, were wild ambition.And no less pride: yea, even Augustus’ nameWould early vanish, should it be profanedWith such promiscuous flatteries. For our part,We here protest it, and are covetousPosterity should know it. we are mortal;And can but deeds of men: ’twere glory enough,Could we be truly a prince. And, they shall addAbounding grace unto our memory,That shall report us worthy our forefathers,Careful of your affairs, constant in dangers,And not afraid of any private frownFor public good. These things shall be to usTemples and statues, reared in your minds,The fairest, and most during imagery:For those of stone or brass, if they becomeOdious in judgment of posterity,Are more contemn’d as dying sepulchres,Than ta’en for living monuments. We thenMake here our suit, alike to gods and men;The one, until the period of our race,To inspire us with a free and quiet mind,Discerning both divine and human laws;The other, to vouchsafe us after death,An honourable mention, and fair praise,To accompany our actions and our name:The rest of greatness princes may command,And, therefore, may neglect; only, a long,A lasting, high, and happy memoryThey should, without being satisfied, pursue:Contempt of fame begets contempt of virtue.
NATTA.Rare!
SATRIUS.Most divine!
SEJANUS.The oracles are ceased,That only Cæsar, with their tongue, might speak.
ARRUNTIUS.Let me be gone: most felt and open this!
CORDUS.Stay.
ARRUNTIUS.What! to hear more cunning and fine words,With their sound flatter’d ere their sense be meant?
TIBERIUS.Their choice of Antium, there to place the giftVow’d to the goddess for our mother’s health,We will the senate know, we fairly like:As also of their grant to Lepidus,For his repairing the AEmilian place,And restoration of those monuments:Their grace too in confining of SilanusTo the other isle Cithera, at the suitOf his religious sister, much commendsTheir policy, so temper’d with their mercy.But for the honours which they have decreedTo our Sejanus, to advance his statueIn Pompey’s theatre, (whose ruining fireHis vigilance and labour kept restrain’dIn that one loss,) they have therein out-goneTheir own great wisdoms, by their skilful choice,And placing of their bounties on a man,Whose merit more adorns the dignity,Than that can him; and gives a benefit,In taking, greater than it can receive.Blush not, Sejanus, thou great aid of Rome,Associate of our labours, our chief helper;Let us not force thy simple modestyWith offering at thy praise, for more we cannot,Since there’s no voice can take it.No man here Receive our speeches as hyperboles:For we are far from flattering our friend,Let envy know, as from the need to flatter.Nor let them ask the causes of our praise:Princes have still their grounds rear’d with themselves,Above the poor low flats of common men;And who will search the reasons of their acts,Must stand on equal bases. Lead, away:Our loves unto the senate.
[ExeuntTiberius, Sejanus, Natta, Haterius, Latiaris, Officers, etc.]
ARRUNTIUS.Cæsar!
SABINUS.Peace.
CORDUS.Great Pompey’s theatre was never ruin’dTill now, that proud Sejanus hath a statueRear’d on his ashes.
ARRUNTIUS.Place the shame of soldiers,Above the best of generals? crack the world,And bruise the name of Romans into dust,Ere we behold it!
SILIUS.Check your passion; Lord Drusus tarries.
DRUSUS.Is my father mad,Weary of life, and rule, lords? thus to heaveAn idol up with praise! make him his mate,His rival in the empire!
ARRUNTIUS.O, good prince.
DRUSUS.Allow him statues, titles, honours, suchAs he himself refuseth!
ARRUNTIUS.Brave, brave Drusus!
DRUSUS.The first ascents to sovereignty are hard;But, entered once, there never wants or means,Or ministers, to help the aspirer on.
ARRUNTIUS.True, gallant Drusus.
DRUSUS.We must shortly prayTo Modesty, that he will rest contented—
ARRUNTIUS.Ay, where he is, and not write emperor.
Re-enterSejanus, Satrius, Latiaris, Clients, etc.
SEJANUS.There is your bill, and yours; bring you your man.[To Satrius.]I have moved for you, too, Latiaris.
DRUSUS.What!Is your vast greatness grown so blindly bold,That you will over us?
SEJANUS.Why then give way.
DRUSUS.Give way, Colossus! do you lift? advance you?Take that!
[Strikes him.]
ARRUNTIUS.Good! brave! excellent, brave prince!
DRUSUS.Nay, come, approach.
[Draws his sword.]
What, stand you off? at gaze?It looks too full of death for thy cold spirits.Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my swordShall make thy bravery fitter for a grave,Than for a triumph. I’ll advance a statueO’ your own bulk; but ’t shall be on the cross;Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length,And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch’dWith your swoln fortune’s rage.
ARRUNTIUS.A noble prince!
ALL.A Castor, a Castor, a Castor, a Castor!
[Exeunt all butSejanus.]
SEJANUS.He that, with such wrong moved, can bear it throughWith patience, and an even mind, knows howTo turn it back. Wrath cover’d carries fate:Revenge is lost, if I profess my hate.What was my practice late, I’ll now pursue,As my fell justice: this hath styled it new.
[Exit.]