ARRUNTIUS.
By the gods,
If I could guess he had but such a thought,
My sword should cleave him down from head to heart,
But I would find it out: and with my hand
I’d hurl his panting brain about the air
In mites, as small as atomi, to undo
The knotted bed-
SABINUS.
You are observ’d, Arruntius.
ARRUNTIUS.
[turns to Natta, Terentius, etc.]
Death! I dare tell him so; and all his spies:
You, sir, I would, do you look? and you.
SABINUS.
Forbear.
SCENE II.—(The former scene continued.)
A Gallery discovered opening into the state Room.
Enter Satrius with Eudemus.
SATRIUS.
Here he will instant be: let’s walk a turn;
You’re in a muse, Eudemus.
EUDEMUS.
Not I, sir.
I wonder he should mark me out so! well,
Jove and Apollo form it for the best. [Aside.
SATRIUS.
Your fortune’s made unto you now, Eudemus,
If you can but lay bold upon the means;
Do but observe his humour, and—believe it—
He is the noblest Roman, where he takes—
Enter Sejanus.