SILIUS.
Check your passion; Lord Drusus tarries.
DRUSUS.
Is my father mad,
Weary of life, and rule, lords? thus to heave
An idol up with praise! make him his mate,
His rival in the empire!
ARRUNTIUS.
O, good prince.
DRUSUS.
Allow him statues, titles, honours, such
As he himself refuseth!
ARRUNTIUS.
Brave, brave Drusus!
DRUSUS.
The first ascents to sovereignty are hard;
But, entered once, there never wants or means,
Or ministers, to help the aspirer on.
ARRUNTIUS.
True, gallant Drusus.
DRUSUS.
We must shortly pray
To Modesty, that he will rest contented—
ARRUNTIUS.
Ay, where he is, and not write emperor.
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