Guard. We confirm it,
And will defend his honour with our Swords
Against the world: raise him to the Tribunal.
1 Sen. Fetch the Imperial Robes: and as a sign
We give him absolute power of life and death,
Bind this Sword to his side.
2 Sen. Omit no Ceremony
That may be for his honour. SONG.
Max. Still the gods
Express that they are pleas'd with this election.
Geta. My Master is an Emperour, and I feel
A Senators Itch upon me: would I could hire
These fine invisible Fidlers to play to me
At my instalment.
Dio. I embrace your loves,
And hope the honours that you heap upon me,
Shall be with strength supported. It shall be
My studie to appear another Atlas,
To stand firm underneath this heaven of Empire,
And bear it boldly. I desire no Titles,
But as I shall deserve 'em. I will keep
The name I had, being a private man,
Only with some small difference; I will add
To Diocles but two short syllables,
And be called Dioclesianus.
Geta. That is fine:
I'le follow the fashion; and when I am a Senator,
I will be no more plain Geta, but be call'd
Lord Getianus.
Dru. He ne'er thinks of me,
Nor of your favour.
Enter Niger.
Del. If he dares prove false,
These glories shall be to him as a dream,
Or an inchanted banquet.