SCENE I.-A State Room in the Palace.

Enter SABINUS and SILIUS, followed by LATIARIS.

Sab. Hail, Caius' Silius! Sil. Titius Sabinus,2 hail! You're rarely met in court.

[sphere.

Sab. Therefore, well met. Sil. 'Tis true: indeed, this place is not our Sab. No, Silius, we are no good inginers. We want their fine arts, and their thriving use Should make us graced, or favour'd of the times : We have no shift of faces, no cleft tongues, No soft and glutinous bodies, that can stick, Like snails on painted walls; or, on our breasts, Creep up, to fall from that proud height, to which We did by slavery, not by service climb. We are no guilty men, and then no great; We have no place in court, office in state, That we can say, we owe unto our crimes: We burn with no black secrets," which can make Us dear to the pale authors; or live fear'd Of their still waking jealousies, to raise Ourselves a fortune, by subverting theirs. We stand not in the lines, that do advance To that so courted point.

4

Sil. Satrius Secundus,7 and Pinnarius Natta,
The great Sejanus' clients: there be two,
Know more than honest counsels; whose clost
breasts,

Were they ripp'd up to light, it would be found
A poor and idle sin, to which their trunks
Had not been made fit organs. These can lie,
Flatter, and swear, forswear, deprave, inform,
Smile, and betray; make guilty men; then beg
The forfeit lives, to get their livings; cut
Men's throats with whisperings; sell to gaping

suitors

The empty smoke, that flies about the palace; Laugh when their patron laughs; sweat when he sweats;

Be hot and cold with him; change every mood,
Habit, and garb, as often as he varies;
Observe him, as his watch observes his clock;
And, true, as turquoise in the dear lord's ring,
Look well or ill with him: 10 ready to praise
His lordship, if he spit, or but p- fair,
Have an indifferent stool, or break wind well;
Nothing can 'scape their catch.

Sab. Alas! these things

Deserve no note, conferr'd with other vile
And filthier flatteries," that corrupt the times;
When, not alone our gentries chief are fain
To make their safety from such sordid acts;
But all our consuls, 12 and no little part
Of such as have been prætors, yea, the most
Of senators, 13 that else not use their voices,

? De Satrio Secundo, et

8 Pinnario Natta, leg. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 83. Et de Satrio cons. Seneo. Consol, ad Marciam.

9 Vid. Sen. de Benef. Lib. iii. cap. 26.

10 Juv. Sat ii. ver. 100, c.

11 Vid. Tit. Ann. Lib. i. p. 3.

18 Tacit. Ann, L. ill. . 60.

13 Pedari.

Start up in public senate and there strive
Who shall propound most abject things, and base.
So much, as oft Tiberius hath been heard,
Leaving the court, to cry, O race of men,
Prepared for servitude!-which shew'd that he,
Who least the public liberty could like,
As lothly brook'd their flat servility.

Sil. Well, all is worthy of us, were it more,
Who with our riots, pride, and civil hate,
Have so provok'd the justice of the gods :
We, that, within these fourscore years, were born
Free, equal lords of the triúphed world,
And knew no masters, but affections;
To which betraying first our liberties,

We since became the slaves to one man's lusts;
And now to many: every minist'ring spy
That will accuse and swear, is lord of you,
Of me, of all our fortunes and our lives.

Our looks are call'd to question, and our words,
How innocent soever, are made crimes;
We shall not shortly dare to tell our dreams,
Or think, but 'twill be treason.

Sah. Tyrants arts

Are to give flatterers grace; accusers, power; That those may seem to kill whom they devour.

Enter CORDUS and ARRUNTIUS,

Now, good Cremutius Cordus. 4

Cor. [salutes SABINUS.] Hail to your lordship! Nat. [whispers LATIARIS.] Who's that salutes your cousin?

Lat. Tis one Cordus,

A gentleman of Rome : one that has writ
Annals of late, they say, and very well.
Nat. Annals! of what times?

Lat. I think of Pompey's,5

And Caius Cæsar's; and so down to these.
Nat. How stands he affected to the present
state?

Is he or Drusian," or Germanican,
Or ours, or neutral ?

Lat. I know him not so far.

Nat. Those times are somewhat queasy to be touch'd.

Have you or seen, or heard part of his work? Lat. Not I; he means they shall be public shortly.

Nat. O, Cordus do you call him? Lat. Ay. [Exeunt NATTA and SATRIUS.

Sab. But these our times Are not the same, Arruntius."

Arr Times! the men,

The men are not the same: 'tis we are base,
Poor, and degenerate from the exalted strain
Of our great fathers. Where is now the soul
Of god-like Cato? he, that durst be good,
When Cæsar durst be evil; and had power,
As not to live his slave, to die his master?

1 Tacit. Ann. Lib. iii. p. 69.

Lege Tacit. Ann. Lib. i. p. 24. de Romano, Hispano, et cæteris, ibid. et Lib. iii. Ann. p. 61 et 62. Juv. Sat. x. v. 87. Suet. Tib. cap. 61.

3 Vid. Tacit. Ann. i. p. 4, et Lib. iii. p. 62. Suet. Tib. cap. 61. Senec. de Benef. Lib. iii. cap. 26.

4 De Crem. Cordo, vid. Taoit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 83, 84. Senec. Cons. ad Marciam. Dio. Lib. lvii. p. 710. Suet. Aug. c. 35. Tib. o. 61. Cal. c. 16.

Suet. Aug. cap. 35.

• Vid. de faction. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. p. 39. et Lib. iv. p. 79.

7 De Lu. Arrun. isto vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. i. p. 6. et Lib. iii. p. 60. et Dion. Rom. Ilist. Lib. 58.

Or where's the constant Brutus, that being proof
Against all charm of benefits, did strike
So brave a blow into the monster's heart
That sought unkindly to captive his country?
O, they are fled the light! Those mighty spirits
Lie raked up with their ashes in their urns,
And not a spark of their eternal fire
Glows in a present bosom. All's but blaze,
Flashes and smoke, wherewith we labour so,
There's nothing Roman in us; nothing good,
Gallant, or great: 'tis true that Cordus says,
"Brave Cassius was the last of all that race.'

DRUSUS passes over the stage, attended by HATERIUS, &C
Sab. Stand by! lord Drusus.8

Hat. The emperor's son! give place.
Sil. I like the prince well.
Arr. A riotous youth;9

There's little hope of him.

Sab. That fault his age Will, as it grows, correct.

Methinks he bears

Himself each day more nobly than other;
And wins no less on men's affections,

Than doth his father lose. Believe me, I love him ;
And chiefly for opposing to Sejanus.10

Sil. And I, for gracing his young kinsmen so,11 The sons of prince Germanicus :13 it shews A gallant clearness in him, a straight mind, That envies not, in them, their father's name.

Arr. His name was, while he lived, above all envy;

And, being dead, without it. O, that man!
If there were seeds of the old virtue left,
They lived in him.

Sil. He had the fruits, Arruntius,

More than the seeds :14 Sabinus, and myself [him.
Had means to know him within; and can report
We were his followers, he would call us friends;
He was a man most like to virtue; in all,
And every action, nearer to the gods,
Than men, in nature; of a body as fair
As was his mind; and no less reverend

In face, than fame :15 he could so use his state,
Tempering his greatness with his gravity,
As it avoided all self-love in him,
And spite in others. What his funerals lack'd
In images and pomp, they had supplied
With honourable sorrow, soldiers' sadness,
A kind of silent mourning, such, as men,
Who know no tears, but from their captives, use
To shew in so great losses.

Cor. I thought once,

Considering their forms, age, manner of deaths,
The nearness of the places where they fell,
To have parallel'd him with great Alexander:
For both were of best feature, of high race,
Year'd but to thirty, and, in foreign lands,
By their own people alike made away.

Sab. I know not, for his death, how you might wrest it:

But, for his life, it did as much disdain
Comparison, with that voluptuous, rash,
Giddy, and drunken Macedon's, as mine
Doth with my bondman's. All the good in him,
His valour and his fortune, he made his ;
But he had other touches of late Romans,
That more did speak him :1 Pompey's dignity,
The innocence of Cato, Cæsar's spirit,
Wise Brutus' temperance; and every virtue,
Which, parted unto others, gave them name,
Flow'd mix'd in him. He was the soul of good-

He was too great for us, and that they knew
Who did remove him hence.

Sab. When men grow fast

Honour'd and loved, there is a trick in state,
Which jealous princes never fail to use,
How to decline that growth, with fair pretext,
And honourable colours of employment,
Either by embassy, the war, or such,
To shift them forth into another air,
Where they may purge and lessen so was he :3
And had his seconds there, sent by Tiberius,
And his more subtile dam, to discontent him;
To breed and cherish mutinies; detract
His greatest actions; give audacious check
To his commands; and work to put him out
In open act of treason. All which snares
When his wise cares prevented, a fine poison
Was thought on, to mature their practices.

Enter SEJANUS talking to TERENTIUS, followed by SATRIUS,
NATTA, &c.

Cor. Here comes Sejanus."
Sil. Now observe the stoops,

The bendings, and the falls.

Arr. Most creeping base!

Sej. [to NATTA.] I note them well: no more. Say you?

1 Vid. apud Vell. Paterc. Lips. 4to. p. 35-47, istorum hominum characteres.

2 Vid. Tacit. Lib. ii. Ann. p. 28 et p. 34. Dio. Rom. Hist. Lib. lvii. p. 705.

3 Con. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. p. 39. de occultis mandatis Pisoni, et postea p. 42, 43, 48. Orat. D. Celeris. Est Tibi Augustæ conscientia, est Casaris favor, sed in occulto, &c Leg Suet. Tib. c. 52. Dio p. 706.

4 Vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. p. 46, 47. Lib. iii. p. 54. et Suet. Cal. c. 1 et 2.

De Sejano vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. I. p. 9. Lib. iv. princip. et per tot. Suet. Tib. Dio. Lib. Ivil. Iviii. et Plin. et Seneo. 6 De Eudemo isto vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 74.

7 Monetæ nostræ 375 lib. vid. Budæum de asse, Lib. ii.

p. 61.

Sej. Livia's physician, say you, is that fellow? Sat. It is, my lord: Your lordship's answer. Sej. To what?

Sat. The place, my lord. 'Tis for a gentleman Your lordship will well like of, when you see him; And one, that you may make yours, by the grant.

Sej. Well, let him bring his money, and his

name.

Sat. 'Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord.
Sej. Come hither.

Know you this same Eudemus? is he learn'd?
Sat. Reputed so, my lord, and of deep practice.
Sej. Bring him in, to me, in the gallery;
And take you cause to leave us there together:
I would confer with him, about a grief-
On.

[Exeunt SEJANus, Satrius, TERENTIUS, &c. Arr. So yet another? yet? O desperate state Of groveling honour! seest thou this, O sun, And do we see thee after? Methinks, day Should lose his light, when men do lose their shames,

And for the empty circumstance of life,
Betray their cause of living.

Sil. Nothing so.

Sejanus can repair, if Jove should ruin.
He is now the court god and well applied
With sacrifice of knees, of crooks, and cringes;
He will do more than all the house of heaven
Can, for a thousand hecatombs. 'Tis he
Makes us our day, or night; bell, and elysium
Are in his look: we talk of Rhadamanth,
Furies, and firebrands; but it is his frown
That is all these; where, on the adverse part,
His smile is more, than e'er yet poets feign'd
Of bliss, and shades, nectar-

Arr. A serving boy!

I knew him, at Caius' trencher,9 when for hire
He prostituted his abused body

To that great gormond, fat Apicius;

And was the noted pathic of the time.

Sab. And, now, the second face of the whole world!

The partner of the empire, hath his image
Rear'd equal with Tiberius, born in ensigns;
Commands, disposes every dignity,

Centurions, tribunes, heads of provinces,

Prætors and consuls; all that heretofore

Rome's general suffrage gave, is now his sale.

The gain, or rather spoil of all the earth,
One, and his house, receives.

Sil. He hath of late

Made him a strength too, strangely, by reducing
All the prætorian bands into one camp,

Which he commands: pretending that the soldiers,
By living loose and scatter'd, fell to riot;
And that if any sudden enterprize
Should be attempted, their united strength
Would be far more than sever'd; and their life
More strict, if from the city more removed.

Sab. Where, now, he builds what kind of forts he please,

Is heard to court the soldier by his name,
Woos, feasts the chiefest men of action,
Whose wants, not loves, compel them to be his.

8 De ingenio, moribus, et potentia Sejani, leg. Tacit. Anu. Lib. iv. p. 74. Dio. Rom. Hist. Lib. lvii. p. 708.

9 Caius divi Augusti nepos. Cons. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 74, et Dio. Lib. lvii. p. 706.

10 Juv. Sat. x. v. 63, &c. Tacit. ibid. Dion. ibid. et sic passim.

And though he ne'er were liberal by kind,
Yet to his own dark ends, he's most profuse,
Lavish, and letting fly, he cares not what
To his ambition.

Arr. Yet, hath he ambition?

Is there that step in state can make him higher, Or more, or anything he is, but less?

Sil. Nothing but emperor.

Arr. The name Tiberius,

I hope, will keep, howe'er he hath foregone

The dignity and power.

Sil. Sure, while he lives.

Arr. And dead, it comes to Drusus. Should he fail,

To the brave issue of Germanicus;

And they are three: too many-ha? for him
To have a plot upon !

Sab. I do not know

The heart of his designs; but, sure, their face Looks farther than the present.

Arr. By the gods,

If I could guess he had but such a thought,
My sword should cleave him down from head to
heart,

But I would find it out: and with my hand
I'd hurl his panting brain about the air
In mites, as small as atomi, to undo
The knotted bed-

Sab. You are observ'd, Arruntius.

Arr. [turns to NATTA, TERENTIUS, &c.] Death!
I dare tell him so; and all his spies :

You, sir, I would, do you look? and you.
Sab. Forbear.

Here comes his lordship.

Sej. Now, good Satrius.

Sat. This is the gentleman, my lord.
Sej. Is this?

Give me your hand-we must be more acquainted.
Report, sir, hath spoke out your art and learning:
And I am glad I have so need:ul cause,
However in itself painful and hard,

To make me known to so great virtue.-Look, Who is that, Satrius? [Exit SAT.]-I have a grief, sir,

That will desire your help. Your name's Eudemus? Eud. Yes.

Sej. Sir?

Eud. It is, my lord.

I Nero, Drusus, et Caligula.-Tacit. ibid.

Lege Terentii defensionem Tacit. Ann. Lib. vi. 102.

You are a subtile nation, you physicians!
And grown the only cabinets in court,"
To ladies privacies. Faith, which of these
Is the most pleasant lady in her physic?
Come, you are modest now.

Eud. 'Tis fit, my lord.

Sej. Why, sir, I do not ask you of their urines,
Whose smell's most violet, or whose siege is best,
Or who makes hardest faces on her stool?
Which lady sleeps with her own face a nights?
Which puts her teeth off, with her clothes, in court?
Or, which her hair, which her complexion,
And, in which box she puts it; These were ques-
tions,

That might, perhaps, have put your gravity
To some defence of blusb But, I enquired,
Which was the wittiest, merriest, wantonnest?
Harmless intergatories, but conceits.-
Methinks Augusta should be most perverse,
And froward in her fit.

Eud. She's so, my lord.

Sej. I knew it: and Mutilia the most jocund. Eud. 'Tis very true, my lord.

Sej. And why would you

Conceal this from me, now? Come, what is Livia'
I know she's quick and quaintly spirited,
And will have strange thoughts, when she is at
She tells them all to you.

Eud. My noblest lord,

[leisure:

He breathes not in the empire, or on earth, Whom I would be ambitious to serve

In any act, that may preserve mine honour, Before your lordship.

Sej Sir, you can lose no honour,

3 Germanici soror, uxor Drusi. Vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv

P. 74.

4 Mater Tiberii. vid. Tacit Ann 1, 2, 3, 4, moritur 5. Suet. Tib. Dio. Rom. Hist. 57, 58.

5 Delicium Augustæ. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. et iv.

6 Adultera Julii Posthumi. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 77.

7 Pisonis uxor. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. iii. iv.

8 Vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 74. et Plin. Nat. Hist. Lib xxix. c. 1.

By trusting aught to me. The coarsest act
Done to my service, I can so requite,
As all the world shall style it honourable :
Your idle, virtuous definitions,

Keep honour poor, and are as scorn'd as vain : Those deeds breathe honour that do suck in gain. Eud. But, good my lord, if I should thus betray The counsels of my patient, and a lady's

Of her high place and worth; what might your lordship,

Who presently are to trust me with your own,
Judge of my faith?

Sej. Only the best I swear.

Say now that I should utter you my grief,

And with it the true cause; that it were lore.
And love to Livia; you should tell her this:
Should she suspect your faith; I would you could
Tell me as much from her; see if my brain
Could be turn'd jealous.

Eud. Happily, my lord,

I could in time tell you as much and more;
So I might safely promise but the first
To her from you.

Sej. As safely, my Eudemus,

I now dare call thee so, as I have put
The secret into thee.

Eud. My gardens, whither I shall fetch your lordship.

Sej. Let me adore my Esculapius. Why, this indeed is physic! and outspeaks The knowledge of cheap drugs, or any use Can be made out of it! more comforting Than all your opiates, juleps, apozems, Magistral syrups, or--Be gone, my friend, Not barely styled, but created so; Expect things greater than thy largest hopes, To overtake thee: Fortune shall be taught To know how ill she hath deserv'd thus long, To come behind thy wishes. Go, aud speed. [Exit EUDEMUS. XAmbition makes more trusty slaves than need.) These fellows, 3 by the favour of their art, Have still the means to tempt; oft-times the power. If Livia will be now corrupted, then Thou hast the way, Sejanus, to work out His secrets, who, thou know'st, endures thee not, Her husband, Drusus: and to work against them. Prosper it, Pallas, thou that better'st wit; For Venus hath the smallest share in it.

Enter TIBERIUS and DRUSUs, attended.

T'ib. [to HATERIUS, who kneels to him.] We not endure these flatteries; let him stand;

1 Cons. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 74. Tacit. ibid.

3 Eud. specie artis frequens secretis. Tacit. ibid. Vid. Plin. Nat. Hist. Lib. xxix. c. 1. in criminat. medicorum.

De initio Tiberii principatus vid. Tacit. Ann. Lib. i. p. 22, Lib. iv. p. 75. ot Suet. Tib. c. 27. De laterio vid. Tacit. Ann. ib. i. p. 6.

Arr. He did not! Tut, he must not, we think meanly.

'Tis your most courtly known confederacy,
To have your private parasite redeem
What he, in public, subtilely will lose,
To making him a name.

Hat. Right mighty lord—

[Gives him lellers.

Tib. We must make up our ears 'gainst these assaults

Of charming tongues; we pray you use no more
These contumelies to us; style not us

Or lord, or mighty, who profess ourself
'T'he servant of the senate, and are proud
Tenjoy them our good, just, and favouring lords.
Cor. Rarely dissembled !

Arr. Prince-like to the life.

Sab. When power that may command, so much descends,

Their bondage, whom it stoops to, it intends.
Tib. Whence are these letters?

Hat. From the senate.

Flattery

Had but a mind allied unto his words,
How blest a fate were it to us, and Rome!
We could not think that state for which to change,
Although the aim were our old liberty:
The ghosts of those that fell for that, would
grieve

Their bodies lived not, now, again to serve.
Men are deceived, who think there can be thrall
Beneath a virtuous prince: Wish'd liberty
Ne'er lovelier looks, than under such a crown.
But, when his grace is merely but lip-good,
And that, no longer than he airs himself
Abroad in public, there, to seem to shun
The strokes and stripes of flatterers, which within
Are lechery unto him, and so feed

His brutish sense with their afflicting sound,
As, dead to virtue, he permits himself
Be carried like a pitcher by the ears,
To every act of vice: this is a case
Deserves our fear, and doth presage the nigh
And close approach of blood and tyranny.
Flattery is midwife unto prince's rage:
And nothing sooner doth help forth a tyrant,

Cons. Tacit. Ann. Lib. ii. p. 50. et Suet. Tib. c. 27 ct 29. 6 Nullam æque Tiberius ex virtutibus suis quam dissimulationem diligebat. Tacit. Ann. Lib. iv. p. 95. 7 Bruti, Cassii, Catonis, &c.

8 Vid. Dio. Hist. Lib. lvii. de moribus Tiberii.

Tyrannis fere oritur ex nimia procerum adulatione in principem. Arist. Pol. Lib. v. c. 10, 11. et delatorum auctoritate. Leg. Tacit. Dio. Suet. Tib. por totum. Sub quo decreta accusatoribus præcipua præmia. Vid. Suet. Tib. c. 61, et Sen. Benef. Lib. iii. c. 6.