MACRO. Return’d so soon! renew’d in trust and grace! Is Cæsar then so weak, or hath the place But wrought this alteration with the air; And he, on next remove, will all repair? Macro, thou art engaged: and what before Was public; now, must be thy private, more. The weal of Cæsar, fitness did imply; But thine own fate confers necessity On thy employment; and the thoughts born nearest Unto ourselves, move swiftest still, and dearest. If he recover, thou art lost; yea, all The weight of preparation to his fall Will turn on thee, and crush thee: therefore strike Before he settle, to prevent the like Upon thyself. He doth his vantage know, That makes it home, and gives the foremost blow. [_Exit._] SCENE III.—An upper Room of AGRIPPINA’S HOUSE. Enter Latiaris, Rufus and Opsius. LATIARIS. It is a service lord Sejanus will See well requited, and accept of nobly. Here place yourself between the roof and ceiling; And when I bring him to his words of danger, Reveal yourselves, and take him. RUFUS. Is he come? LATIARIS. I’ll now go fetch him. [_Exit._] OPSIUS. With good speed.—I long To merit from the state in such an action. RUFUS. I hope, it will obtain the consulship For one of us... OPSIUS. We cannot think of less, To bring in one so dangerous as Sabinus. RUFUS. He was follower of Germanicus, And still is an observer of his wife And children, though they be declined in grace A daily visitant, keeps them company In private and in public, and is noted To be the only client of the house: Pray Jove, he will be free to Latiaris. OPSIUS. He’s allied to him, and doth trust him well. RUFUS. And he’ll requite his trust! OPSIUS. To do an office So grateful to the state, I know no man But would strain nearer bands, than kindred— RUFUS. List! I hear them come. OPSIUS. Shift to our holes with silence. [_They retire._] Re-enter Latiaris and Sabinus. LATIARIS. It is a noble constancy you shew To this afflicted house; that not like others, The friends of season, you do follow fortune, And, in the winter of their fate, forsake The place whose glories warm’d you. You are just, And worthy such a princely patron’s love, As was the world’s renown’d Germanicus: Whose ample merit when I call to thought, And see his wife and issue, objects made To so much envy, jealousy, and hate; It makes me ready to accuse the gods Of negligence, as men of tyranny. SABINUS. They must be patient, so must we. LATIARIS. O Jove, What will become of us or of the times, When, to be high or noble, are made crimes, When land and treasure are most dangerous faults!