SEJANUS. I must make A rude departure, lady: Cæsar sends With all his haste both of command and prayer. Be resolute in our plot; you have my soul, As certain yours as it is my body’s. And, wise physician, so prepare the poison, As you may lay the subtile operation Upon some natural disease of his: Your eunuch send to me. I kiss your hands, Glory of ladies, and commend my love To your best faith and memory. LIVIA. My lord, I shall but change your words. Farewell. Yet, this Remember for your heed, he loves you not; You know what I have told you: his designs Are full of grudge and danger; we must use More than a common speed. SEJANUS. Excellent lady, How you do fire my blood! LIVIA. Well, you must go? The thoughts be best, are least set forth to shew. [_Exit Sejanus._] EUDEMUS. When will you take some physic, lady? LIVIA. When I shall, Eudemus: but let Drusus’ drug Be first prepared. EUDEMUS. Were Lygdus made, that’s done; I have it ready. And to-morrow morning I’ll send you a perfume, first to resolve And procure sweat, and then prepare a bath To cleanse and clear the cutis; against when I’ll have an excellent new fucus made, Resistive ’gainst the sun, the rain, or wind, Which you shall lay on with a breath, or oil, As you best like, and last some fourteen hours. This change came timely, lady, for your health, And the restoring your complexion, Which Drusus’ choler had almost burnt up! Wherein your fortune hath prescribed you better Than art could do. LIVIA. Thanks, good physician, I’ll use my fortune, you shall see, with reverence. Is my coach ready? EUDEMUS. It attends your highness. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II.—An Apartment in the Palace. Enter Sejanus. SEJANUS. If this be not revenge, when I have done And made it perfect, let Egyptian slaves, Parthians, and bare-foot Hebrews brand my face, And print my body full of injuries. Thou lost thyself, child Drusus, when thou thoughtst Thou couldst outskip my vengeance; or outstand The power I had to crush thee into air. Thy follies now shall taste what kind of man They have provoked, and this thy father’s house Crack in the flame of my incensed rage, Whose fury shall admit no shame or mean.— Adultery! it is the lightest ill I will commit A race of wicked acts Shall flow out of my anger, and o’erspread The world’s wide face, which no posterity Shall e’er approve, nor yet keep silent: things That for their cunning, close, and cruel mark, Thy father would wish his: and shall, perhaps, Carry the empty name, but we the prize. On, then, my soul, and start not in thy course; Though heaven drop sulphur, and hell belch out fire, Laugh at the idle terrors; tell proud Jove, Between his power and thine there is no odds: ’Twas only fear first in the world made gods! Enter Tiberius, attended. TIBERIUS. Is yet Sejanus come? SEJANUS. He’s here, dread Cæsar. TIBERIUS. Let all depart that chamber, and the next. [_Exeunt Attendants._]