Del. Peace, and flatter not;
Necessitie and anger draws this from ye;
Of both which I will quit ye: For your Uncle
I spoke this honour, and it fell upon him;
Fell, to his full content: he has forgot me,
For all my care; forgot me, and his vow too:
As if a dream had vanish'd, so h'as lost me,
And I him: let him now stand fast. Come hither;
My care is now on you.
Max. O blessed Mother!
Del. Stand still, and let me work. So now, Maximinian,
Go, and appear in Court, and eye Aurelia:
Believe, what I have done, concerns ye highly.
Stand in her view, make your addresses to her:
She is the Stair of honour. I'le say no more,
But Fortune is your servant: go.
Max. With reverence;—
All this as holy truths. [Exit.
Del. Believe, and prosper.
Dru. Yet all this cures not me; but as much credit,
As much belief from Dioclesian.
Enter Geta, Lictors, and Suitors, (with Petitions.)
Del. Be not dejected; I have warn'd ye often:
The proudest thoughts he has, I'le humble. Who's this?
O 'tis the fool and knave grown a grave Officer:
Here's hot and high preferment.
Get. What's your Bill?
For Gravel for the Appian way, and Pills?
Is the way rheumatick?
1 Suitor. 'Tis Piles, and't please you.