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
_Luc._ I deny
The charge of treason: but so far confess
My intimacy with the accused, that oft
My zeal for senatorial forms hath led me
To listen to them, when the words that passed
Might tell against me: and if I was betrayed
By antiquarian taste, to trust these men 2300
Against advice and warning ...
_Ner._ Ah! thou sayest
Against advice. Who warned thee?
_Luc._ Cæsar, I said ...
_Ner._ Sir, I will know who warned thee of this plot,
And warned not me.
_Luc._ Sire, I meant not so much.
_Tig._ We heard thee.
_Luc._ I make appeal to Rufus, whether
I must betray the innocent.
_Ner._ If thou look
For thine own pardon.
_Tig._ We can make thee speak.
_Ruf._ Tell us, sir, who these wondrous patriots were,
Who set thy private safety above Cæsar’s.
_Luc._ If Cæsar bids me speak, I may hide nothing.
I will confess it was my mother, Atilia,
Who warned me against these men. Punish not her
For not betraying her son.
_Ner._ Nay, sir, but thee
Who in this bungle of prevarication
Betrayest thine own mother. Judge!
_Ruf._ Arrest him.
_Luc._ I am arrested, Cæsar, not condemned.
_Ner._ Thou’lt see. Stand by!—(_To Tigell._) Another woman! why
Comes not Epicharis?
_Tig._ I know no cause
For the delay. I’ll send again.
_Ner._ Do so.
(_To Scevinus._) Go on, sir: who is next?
_Sce._ Plautius Lateranus.
_Ner._ Plautius Lateranus! Have more care
Whom thou accusest. This is one bounden to me
By special favours: from disgrace I raised him
To sit among the senate, and now he is chosen
Consul.
_Tig._ Dost thou denounce him?
_Sce._ I do, my lord. 2325
_Ner._ Whom then can Cæsar trust? Judge, Rufus, judge!
_Tig._ Judge!
_Ruf._ Let him be arrested.
_Ner._ Send to his house.
_Enter an Officer._
_OFFICER._
Cæsar, being sent to arrest Calpurnius Piso,
We found him dead.
_Ruf._ Dead! how?
_Ner._ Is Piso dead?
_Fla._ (_to Rufus_). See how thou hast ruined all!
_Ruf._ (_to Flavus_). Speak not to me!
_Off._ He died by his own hand as we arrived.
I viewed the body.
_Tig._ He must have killed himself
To escape the confiscation.
_Ner._ Bah! he hath robbed
The treasury.
_Tig._ We shall have pickings yet.
_Ruf._ Cæsar, the untimely suicide of the accused
Confirms the charge against him in so far
As he hath declined to meet it. But the trial
Falls to the ground: we lose both the defence
And the chief witness.
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