NATTA.
Gentlemen, where’s my lord?
TRIBUNE.
We wait him here.
COTTA.
The provost Laco! what’s the news?
LATIARIS.
My lord—
Enter Sejanus.
SEJANUS.
Now, my right dear, noble, and trusted friends,
How much I am a captive to your kindness!
Most worthy Cotta, Latiaris, Laco,
Your valiant hand; and, gentlemen, your loves.
I wish I could divide myself unto you;
Or that it lay within our narrow powers,
To satisfy for so enlarged bounty.
Gracinus, we must pray you, hold your guards
Unquit when morning comes. Saw you the consul?
MINUTIUS.
Trio will presently be here, my lord.
COTTA.
They are but giving order for the edict,
To warn the senate.
SEJANUS.
How! the senate?
LACO.
Yes.
This morning in Apollo’s temple.