SEJANUS.
To what?
SATRIUS.
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.
SEJANUS.
Well, let him bring his money, and his name.
SATRIUS.
Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord.
SEJANUS.
Come hither.
Know you this same Eudemus? is he learn’d?
SATRIUS.
Reputed so, my lord, and of deep practice.
SEJANUS.
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, etc.]
ARRUNTIUS.
So! yet another? yet? O desperate state
Of grovelling 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.
SILIUS.
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; hell, 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—