Not coming from himself, it were more dangerous: He is honest, and will hear you: doubts are scatter'd, And almost come to growth in every houshold: Yet in my foolish judgment, were this master'd, The people that are now but rage, and his, Might be again obedience: you shall know me When _Rome_ is fair again; till when I love you. No name! this may be cunning, yet it seems not; For there is nothing in it but is certain, Besides my safety. Had not good _Germanicus_, That was as loyal, and as straight as he is, If not prevented by _Tiberius_, Been by the Souldiers forc'd their Emperour? He had, and 'tis my wisdom to remember it. And was not _Corbulo_, even that _Corbulo_, That ever fortunate and living _Roman_, That broke the heart-strings of the _Parthians_, And brought _Arsaces_ line upon their knees, Chain'd to the awe of _Rome_, because he was thought (And but in wine once) fit to make a _Cæsar_, Cut off by _Nero_? I must seek my safety: For 'tis the same again, if not beyond it: I know the Souldier loves him more than Heaven, And will adventure all his gods to raise him; Me he hates more than peace: what this may breed, If dull security and confidence Let him grow up, a fool may find and laught at. But why Lord _Maximus_ I injur'd so, Should be the man to counsel him, I know not; More than he has been friend, and lov'd allegeance: What now he is I fear, for his abuses Without the people dare draw blood; who waits there? _Enter a Servant._ _Ser._ Your Grace. _Emp._ Call _Phidias_ and _Aretus_ hither: I'le find a day for him too; times are dangerous, The Army his, the Emperour in doubts: I find it is too true; did he not tell me 1. As if he had intent to make me odious, 2. And to my face; and by a way of terror, What vices I was grounded in, and almost Proclaim'd the Souldiers hate against me? is not The sacred name and dignity of _Cæsar_ (Were this _Æcius_ more than man) sufficient To shake off all his honesty? He's dangerous Though he be good, and though a friend, a fear'd one, And such I must not sleep by: are they come yet? I do believe this fellow, and I thank him; 'Twas time to look about, if I must perish, Yet shall my fears go formost. _Enter_ Phidias, _and_ Aretus. _Phi._ Life to _Cæsar_. _Emp._ Is Lord _Æcius_ waiting? _Phi._ Not this morning, I rather think he's with the Army. _Emp._ Army? I do not like that Army: go unto him, And bid him straight attend me, and do ye hear, Come private without any; I have business Only for him. _Phi._ Your Graces pleasure-- [_Exit_ Phidias. _Emp._ Go; What Souldier is the same, I have seen him often, That keeps you company, _Aretus_? _Are._ Me Sir?