SENATORS.
Guard
His meekness, Jove; his piety, his care,
His bounty—
ARRUNTIUS.
And his subtility, I’ll put in:
Yet he’ll keep that himself, without the gods.
All prayers are vain for him. [Aside.]
TIBERIUS.
We will not hold
Your patience, fathers, with long answer; but
Shall still contend to be what you desire,
And work to satisfy so great a hope.
Proceed to your affairs.
ARRUNTIUS.
Now, Silius, guard thee;
The curtain’s drawing. Afer advanceth. [Aside.]
PRÆCONES.
Silence!
AFER.
Cite Caius Silius.
PRÆCONES.
Caius Silius!
SILIUS.
Here.
AFER.
The triumph that thou hadst in Germany
For thy late victory on Sacrovir,
Thou hast enjoy’d so freely, Caius Silius,
As no man it envied thee; nor would Cæsar,
Or Rome admit, that thou wert then defrauded
Of any honours thy deserts could claim,
In the fair service of the common-wealth:
But now, if, after all their loves and graces,
(Thy actions, and their courses being discover’d)
It shall appear to Cæsar and this senate,
Thou hast defiled those glories with thy crimes—
SILIUS.
Crimes!