Rufus, my rival, is condemned to die:
The city troops are mine: I am secure:
Cæsar I hold by flattery, Rome by force.
Sophronius Tigellinus of Agrigentum!
Of Agrigentum,—well done! be content.
Thou hast the second place in all the world,
And rulest the first; while of thine envious foes,
Sulla, Plautus, and Piso, all three are dead:
A few remain: but on the Spaniard Seneca
Shall the Sicilian eagle swoop to-night,