_Scevin_. In _Caesars_ ruine _Anthony_ was spared; Lets not our cause with needlesse blood distaine. One onely mov'd, the change will not appeare; When too much licence given to the sword, Though against ill, will make even good men feare. Besides, things setled, you at pleasure may By Law and publique Iudgement have them rid. _Mili_. And if it be but talke oth' State 'tis Treason. (_aside_) Like it they cannot, that they cannot doe: If seeke to mend it, and remoove the Prince, That's highest Treason: change his Councellours, That's alteration of the Government, The common cloke that Treasons muffled in: If laying force aside, to seeke by suite And faire petition t'have the State reform'd, That's tutering of the Prince and takes away Th' one his person, this his Soveraigntie. Barely in private talke to shew dislike Of what is done is dangerous; therefore the action Mislike you cause the doer likes you not. Men are not fit to live ith' state they hate. _Piso_. Though we would all have that imployment sought, Yet, since your worthy forwardnesse _Scevinus_[35] Prevents us and so Nobly beggs for danger, Be this (thine?) the chosen hand to doe the deed; The fortune of the Empire speed your sword. _Scevin_. Vertue and Heaven speed it. You home-borne Gods of our countrey, _Romulus_ and _Vesta_, That _Thuscan Tiber_ and Romes towers defends, Forbid not yet at length a happie end To former evils; let this hand revenge The wronged world; enough we now have suffered. [_Exeunt_. _Manet Milichus solus_. _Mili_. Tush, all this long Consulting's more then words, It ends not there; th'have some attempt, some plot Against the state: well, I'le observe it farther And, if I find it, make my profit of it. [_Exit_. _Finis Actus Secundus. [Sic.]_ _Actus Tertius_. _Enter Poppea solus. [Sic.]_ _Poppea_. I lookt _Nimphidius_ would have come ere this. Makes he no greater hast to our embraces, Or doth the easiness abate his edge? Or seeme we not as faire still as we did? Or is he so with _Neroes_ playing wonne That he before _Poppea_ doth preferre it? Or doth he think to have occasion still, Still to have time to waite on our stolne meetings? _Enter Nimphidius to her_. But see, his presence now doth end those doubts. What is't, _Nimphidius_, hath so long detain'd you? _Nimphid_. Faith, Lady, causes strong enough, High walls, bard dores, and guards of armed men. _Poppea_. Were you Imprisoned, then, as you were going To the Theater?