Sejanus: His Fall

by Ben Jonson

SECOND SENATOR.
Sit farther.

COTTA.
Let’s remove-

ARRUNTIUS.
Gods! how the leaves drop off, this little wind!

We therefore desire, that the offices he holds be first seized by the senate, and himself suspended from all exercise of place or power—

SENATORS.
How!

SANQUINIUS.
[thrusting by.] By your leave.

ARRUNTIUS.
Come, porpoise; where’s Haterius?
His gout keeps him most miserably constant;
Your dancing shews a tempest.

SEJANUS.
Read no more.

REGULUS.
Lords of the senate, hold your seats: read on.

SEJANUS.
These letters they are forged.