NERO.
But there is somewhat else?
SILIUS.
Yes, private meetings,
With a great lady [sir], at a physician’s,
And a wife turn’d away.
NERO.
Ha!
SILIUS.
Toys, mere toys:
What wisdom’s now in th’ streets, in the common mouth?
DRUSUS JUNIOR.
Fears, whisperings, tumults, noise,
I know not what: They say the Senate sit.
SILIUS.
I’ll thither straight;
And see what’s in the forge.
AGRIPPINA.
Good Silius do; Sosia and I will in.
SILIUS.
Haste you, my lords, I
To visit the sick prince; tender your loves,
And sorrows to the people. This Sejanus,
Trust my divining soul, hath plots on all:
No tree, that stops his prospect, but must fall.
[Exeunt.]