LACO.
At most not four.
MACRO.
And who be those centurions?
LACO.
That the consul
Can best deliver you.
MACRO.
When he’s away!
Spite on his nimble industry—Gracinus,
You find what place you hold. there, in the trust
Of royal Cæsar?
LACO.
Ay, and I am—
MACRO.
Sir,
The honours there proposed are but beginnings
Of his great favours.
LACO.
They are more—
MACRO.
I heard him
When he did study what to add.
LACO.
My life,
And all I hold—
MACRO.
You were his own first choice:
Which doth confirm as much as you can speak;
And will, if we succeed, make more—Your guards
Are seven cohorts, you say?