MACRO.
Ay, thou,
Thou insolent monster, art bid stand.
SEJANUS.
Why, Macro.
It hath been otherwise between you and I;
This court, that knows us both, hath seen a difference,
And can, if it be pleased to speak, confirm
Whose insolence is most.
MACRO.
Come down, Typhoeus.
If mine be most, lo! thus I make it more;
Kick up thy heels in air, tear off thy robe,
Play with thy beard and nostrils. Thus ’tis fit
(And no man take compassion of thy state)
To use th’ ingrateful viper, tread his brains
Into the earth.
REGULUS.
Forbear.
MACRO.
If I could lose
All my humanity now, ’twere well to torture
So meriting a traitor.-Wherefore, fathers,
Sit you amazed and silent; and not censure
This wretch, who, in the hour he first rebell’d
’Gainst Cæsar’s bounty, did condemn himself?
Phlegra, the field where all the sons of earth
Muster’d against the gods, did ne’er acknowledge
So proud and huge a monster.
REGULUS.
Take him hence;
And all the gods guard Cæsar!
TRIO.
Take him hence.
HATERIUS.
Hence.
COTTA.
To the dungeon with him.
SANQUINIUS.
He deserves it.