SEJANUS.
Why,
Let them be thank’d and sent away.
MINUTIUS.
My lord—
LACO.
Will’t please your lordship to command me-
SEJANUS.
No:
You are troublesome.
MINUTIUS.
The mood is changed.
TRIO.
Not speak,
Nor look!
LACO.
Ay, he is wise, will make him friends
Of such who never love, but for their ends.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VIII.—A Space before the Temple of Apollo.
Enter Arruntius and Lepidus, divers Senators passing by them.