ARRUNTIUS.
Laugh, fathers, laugh: have you no spleens about you?
[Aside.]
TIBERIUS.
The burden is too heavy I sustain
On my unwilling shoulders; and I pray
It may be taken off, and reconferred
Upon the consuls, or some other Roman,
More able, and more worthy.
ARRUNTIUS.
Laugh on still. [Aside.]
SABINUS.
Why this doth render all the rest suspected!
GALLUS.
It poisons all.
ARRUNTIUS.
O, do you taste it then?
SABINUS.
It takes away my faith to any thing,
He shall hereafter speak.
ARRUNTIUS.
Ay, to pray that,
Which would be to his head as hot as thunder,
’Gainst which he wears that charm should but the court
Receive him at his word.
GALLUS.
Hear!
TIBERIUS.
For myself
I know my weakness, and so little covet,
Like some gone past, the weight that will oppress me,
As my ambition is the counter-point.