SILIUS.
Thinks! if it be arrived at that, he knows,
Or none.
AGRIPPINA.
’Tis quick! what should be his disease?
SILIUS.
Poison, poison-
AGRIPPINA.
How, Silius!
NERO.
What’s that?
SILIUS.
Nay, nothing. There was late a certain blow
Given o’ the face.
NERO.
Ay, to Sejanus.
SILIUS.
True!
DRUSUS JUNIOR.
And what of that?
SILIUS.
I’m glad I gave it not.