Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 6
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Tig._ (_looking up_). Order! who speaks?
_Ner. whispers to Tigellinus, who sets two Guards before
Nero’s seat._
_Ruf._ (_to Flav._). See, fool; he hath smelt thee.
_Tig._ I’ll ask Natalis further if he knew
Of any other chief man in the state
Cognizant of this plot, or joined therein.
_Nat._ Calpurnius Piso was the chief, my lord.
_Tig._ No other? and I have here thy writing!
_Fla._ (_aside to Rufus_). Now,
General, thy turn is come.
_Ruf._ (_to Natalis_). Speak, sir!
_Nat._ I pray,
Rufus, to urge not this: nay, from my heart
I say ...
_Tig._ ’Tis written here.
_Ruf._ This witness, Cæsar,
I do not trust.
_Tig._ Carry Natalis out
To torture.
_Nat._ I will speak.
_Tig._ Then name, sir, name!
_Nat._ Seneca.
_Ruf._ Seneca!
_Tig._ Yes, Seneca.
Let Seneca be arrested. Judge, what sayst thou?
_Ruf._ Let Seneca be arrested.
_Fla._ (_to Ruf._). Villain thou art!
_Ner._ (_to Tigell. who has whispered to him_). Leave
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_Tig._ These are the heads. Now will I read three names:
Tell me, Scevinus, if I read aright:
Quintian, Senecio, Lucan.
_Sce._ I denounce them.
_Ner._ Three hypocritical and fawning curs,
The lap-dogs of the palace. Where áre they?
_Tig._ They are here, Cæsar.—Quintian, stánd forth.
_QUINTIAN._
Here,
My lord.
_Tig._ Dost thou confess?
_Qu._ I give Scevinus
The lie direct.
_Ner._ We found thee in his company,
The hour of his arrest.
_Qu._ Cæsar, I knew
Of nothing ’gainst thy life. ’Tis true that oft
I have spoken against Vatinius; were he Cæsar,
I should be guilty: but yourself have loved
To prick me to it; and so, maybe, my tongue
Hath given Scevinus undeserved occasion
To think me of his party.
_Ner._ Rufus, judge!
_Ruf._ I look for evidence.
_Tig._ Dost thou?—Then, Quintian,
To save thy life wilt thou inform?
_Qu._ I will.
_Tig._ Then was not Lucan with you?
_Qu._ He was.
_Ner._ O Quintian,
Quintian! if I forgave thee for thy treason,
I could not for thy folly. Arrest him.
_Ruf._ Arrest Quintian.
The next?
_Tig._ Senecio, General, hath confessed.
His evidence we will take later. Where is
Lucan?
_Luc._ I am here, my lord, ready to answer.
_Ruf._ Then let us hear thine answer.
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