TERENTIUS. Minutius tells us here, my lord, That a new head being set upon your statue, A rope is since found wreath’d about it! and, But now a fiery meteor in the form Of a great ball was seen to roll along The troubled air, where yet it hangs unperfect, The amazing wonder of the multitude! SEJANUS. No more. That Macro’s come, is more than all! TERENTIUS. Is Macro come? POMPONIUS. I saw him. TERENTIUS. Where? with whom? POMPONIUS. With Regulus. SEJANUS. Terentius! TERENTIUS. My lord. SEJANUS. Send for the tribunes, we will straight have up More of the soldiers for our guard. [_Exit Terentius._] Minutius, We pray you go for Cotta, Latiaris, Trio, the consul, or what senators You know are sure, and ours. [_Exit Minutius._] You, my good Natta, For Laco, provost of the watch. [_Exit Natta._] Now, Satrius, The time of proof comes on; arm all our servants, And without tumult. [_Exit Satrius._] You, Pomponius, Hold some good correspondence with the consul: Attempt him, noble friend. [_Exit Pomponius._] These things begin To look like dangers, now, worthy my fates. Fortune, I see thy worst: let doubtful states, And things uncertain, hang upon thy will: Me surest death shall render certain still. Yet, why is now my thought turn’d toward death, Whom fates have let go on, so far in breath, Uncheck’d or unreproved? I that did help To fell the lofty cedar of the world, Germanicus; that at one stroke cut down Drusus, that upright elm; wither’d his vine; Laid Silius and Sabinus, two strong oaks, Flat on the earth; besides those other shrubs, Cordus and Sosia, Claudia Pulchra, Furnius and Gallus, which I have grubb’d up; And since, have set my axe so strong and deep Into the root of spreading Agrippina; Lopt off and scatter’d her proud branches, Nero. Drusus; and Caius too, although re-planted. If you will, Destinies, that after all, I faint now ere I touch my period, You are but cruel; and I already have done Things great enough. All Rome hath been my slave; The senate sate an idle looker on, And witness of my power; when I have blush’d More to command than it to suffer: all The fathers have sate ready and prepared. To give me empire, temples, or their throats. When I would ask ’em; and what crowns the top, Rome, senate, people, all the world have seen Jove, but my equal; Cæsar, but my second. ’Tis then your malice, Fates, who, but your own, Envy and fear to have any power long known. [_Exit._] SCENE V.—A Room in the same. Enter Terentius and Tribunes. TERENTIUS. Stay here: I’ll give his lordship, you are come. Enter Minutius with Cotta and Latiaris. MINUTIUS. Marcus Terentius, pray you tell my lord Here’s Cotta, and Latiaris. TERENTIUS. Sir, I shall. [_Exit._] COTTA. My letter is the very same with yours; Only requires me to be present there, And give my voice to strengthen his design. LATIARIS. Names he not what it is? COTTA. No, nor to you. LATIARIS. ’Tis strange and singular doubtful!