TIBERIUS. We stand amazed, fathers, to behold This general dejection. Wherefore sit Rome’s consuls thus dissolved, as they had lost All the remembrance both of style and place It not becomes. No woes are of fit weight, To make the honour of the empire stoop: Though I, in my peculiar self, may meet Just reprehension, that so suddenly, And, in so fresh a grief, would greet the senate, When private tongues, of kinsmen and allies, Inspired with comforts, lothly are endured, The face of men not seen, and scarce the day, To thousands that communicate our loss. Nor can I argue these of weakness; since They take but natural ways; yet I must seek For stronger aids, and those fair helps draw out From warm embraces of the common-wealth. Our mother, great Augusta, ’s struck with time, Our self imprest with aged characters, Drusus is gone, his children young and babes; Our aims must now reflect on those that may Give timely succour to these present ills, And are our only glad-surviving hopes, The noble issue of Germanicus, Nero and Drusus: might it please the consul Honour them in, they both attend without. I would present them to the senate’s care, And raise those suns of joy that should drink up These floods of sorrow in your drowned eyes. ARRUNTIUS. By Jove, I am not Œdipus enough To understand this Sphynx. SABINUS. The princes come. Enter Nero and Drusus junior. TIBERIUS. Approach you, noble Nero, noble Drusus. These princes, fathers, when their parent died, I gave unto their uncle, with this prayer, That though he had proper issue of his own, He would no less bring up, and foster these, Than that self-blood; and by that act confirm Their worths to him, and to posterity. Drusus ta’en hence, I turn my prayers to you, And ’fore our country, and our gods, beseech You take, and rule Augustus’ nephew’s sons, Sprung of the noblest ancestors; and so Accomplish both my duty, and your own, Nero, and Drusus, these shall be to you In place of parents, these your fathers, these; And not unfitly: for you are so born, As all your good, or ill’s the common-wealth’s. Receive them, you strong guardians; and blest gods, Make all their actions answer to their bloods: Let their great titles find increase by them, Not they by titles. Set them as in place, So in example, above all the Romans: And may they know no rivals but themselves. Let Fortune give them nothing; but attend Upon their virtue: and that still come forth Greater than hope, and better than their fame. Relieve me, fathers, with your general voice. SENATORS. May all the gods consent to Cæsar’s wish, And add to any honours that may crown The hopeful issue of Germanicus! TIBERIUS. We thank you, reverend fathers, in their right. ARRUNTIUS. If this were true now! but the space, the space Between the breast and lips—Tiberius’ heart Lies a thought further than another man’s. [_Aside_.]