LIVIA.
When
I shall, Eudemus: but let Drusus’ drug
Be first prepared.
EUDEMUS.
Were Lygdus made, that’s done;
I have it ready. And to-morrow morning
I’ll send you a perfume, first to resolve
And procure sweat, and then prepare a bath
To cleanse and clear the cutis; against when
I’ll have an excellent new fucus made,
Resistive ’gainst the sun, the rain, or wind,
Which you shall lay on with a breath, or oil,
As you best like, and last some fourteen hours.
This change came timely, lady, for your health,
And the restoring your complexion,
Which Drusus’ choler had almost burnt up!
Wherein your fortune hath prescribed you better
Than art could do.
LIVIA.
Thanks, good physician,
I’ll use my fortune, you shall see, with reverence.
Is my coach ready?
EUDEMUS.
It attends your highness.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II.—An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Sejanus.
SEJANUS.
If this be not revenge, when I have done
And made it perfect, let Egyptian slaves,
Parthians, and bare-foot Hebrews brand my face,
And print my body full of injuries.
Thou lost thyself, child Drusus, when thou thoughtst
Thou couldst outskip my vengeance; or outstand
The power I had to crush thee into air.
Thy follies now shall taste what kind of man
They have provoked, and this thy father’s house
Crack in the flame of my incensed rage,
Whose fury shall admit no shame or mean.—
Adultery! it is the lightest ill
I will commit A race of wicked acts
Shall flow out of my anger, and o’erspread
The world’s wide face, which no posterity
Shall e’er approve, nor yet keep silent: things
That for their cunning, close, and cruel mark,
Thy father would wish his: and shall, perhaps,
Carry the empty name, but we the prize.
On, then, my soul, and start not in thy course;
Though heaven drop sulphur, and hell belch out fire,
Laugh at the idle terrors; tell proud Jove,
Between his power and thine there is no odds:
’Twas only fear first in the world made gods!
Enter Tiberius, attended.
TIBERIUS.
Is yet Sejanus come?