EUDEMUS.
Happily, my lord,
I could in time tell you as much and more;
So I might safely promise but the first
To her from you.
SEJANUS.
As safely, my Eudemus,
I now dare call thee so, as I have put
The secret into thee.
EUDEMUS.
My lord—
SEJANUS.
Protest not,
Thy looks are vows to me; use only speed,
And but affect her with Sejanus’ love,
Thou art a man, made to make consuls. Go.
EUDEMUS.
My lord, I’ll promise you a private meeting
This day together.
SEJANUS.
Canst thou?
EUDEMUS.
Yes.
SEJANUS.
The place?
EUDEMUS.
My gardens, whither I shall fetch your lordship
SEJANUS.
Let me adore my Æsculapius.
Why, this indeed is physic! and outspeaks
The knowledge of cheap drugs, or any use
Can be made out of it! more comforting
Than all your opiates, juleps, apozems,
Magistral syrups, or—Be gone, my friend,
Not barely styled, but created so;
Expect things greater than thy largest hopes,
To overtake thee: Fortune shall be taught
To know how ill she hath deserv’d thus long,
To come behind thy wishes. Go, and speed.