LIVIA.
Neither.
EUDEMUS.
Yet, gold is a good general charm.
SEJANUS.
What is he, then?
LIVIA.
Faith, only wanton, light.
SEJANUS.
How! is he young and fair?
EUDEMUS.
A delicate youth.
SEJANUS.
Send him to me, I’ll work him.—Royal lady,
Though I have loved you long, and with that height
Of zeal and duty, like the fire, which more
It mounts it trembles, thinking nought could add
Unto the fervour which your eye had kindled;
Yet, now I see your wisdom, judgment, strength,
Quickness, and will, to apprehend the means
To your own good and greatness, I protest
Myself through rarified, and turn’d all flame
In your affection: such a spirit as yours,
Was not created for the idle second
To a poor flash, as Drusus; but to shine
Bright as the moon among the lesser lights,
And share the sov’reignty of all the world.
Then Livia triumphs in her proper sphere,
When she and her Sejanus shall divide
The name of Cæsar, and Augusta’ s star
Be dimm’d with glory of a brighter beam:
When Agrippina’s fires are quite extinct,
And the scarce-soon Tiberius borrows all
His little light from us, whose folded arms
Shall make one perfect orb.
[Knocking within.]
Who’s that! Eudemus, Look.
[Exit Eudemus.]