Have not we return'd
That with our hate to Drusus, and discovery
Of all his counsels?
When will you take some physik, lady?
LIVIA.
When
I shall, Eudemus; but let Drusus' drug
Be first prepared.
EUDEMUS.
Were Lygdus made, that's done;
I have it ready. And to morrow morning
I'll sent you a perfume, first to resolve
And procure sweat; and then prepare a bath
To cleanse and clear the cutis; against when
I'll have an excellent new fucus made
Resistive gainst the Sun, the rain or wind
Which you shall lay on with a breath or oil
As you but like, and last some fourteen hours.
This change came timely, lady, for your health....
(Ibidem.)
[128]: Voy. Catilina, acte II, une très-belle scène, non moins franche et non moins vivante, sur la haute bohême de Rome.