SEJANUS.
There is your bill, and yours; bring you your man.
[To Satrius.]
I have moved for you, too, Latiaris.
DRUSUS.
What!
Is your vast greatness grown so blindly bold,
That you will over us?
SEJANUS.
Why then give way.
DRUSUS.
Give way, Colossus! do you lift? advance you?
Take that!
[Strikes him.]
ARRUNTIUS.
Good! brave! excellent, brave prince!
DRUSUS.
Nay, come, approach.
[Draws his sword.]
What, stand you off? at gaze?
It looks too full of death for thy cold spirits.
Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my sword
Shall make thy bravery fitter for a grave,
Than for a triumph. I’ll advance a statue
O’ your own bulk; but ’t shall be on the cross;
Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length,
And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch’d
With your swoln fortune’s rage.
ARRUNTIUS.
A noble prince!