Protest not.
Thy looks are vows to me....
Thou art a man made to make consuls. Go.
(Acte I, sc. ii.)
Cæsar,
Live long and happy, great and royal Cæsar;
The Gods preserve thee, and thy modesty,
Thy wisdom and thy innocence!
Guard
His meekness, Jove; his piety, his care,
His bounty.
(Acte III, sc. i.)
The majesty of great Tiberius Cæsar
Propounds to this grave senate the bestowing
Upon the man he loves, honour'd Sejanus,
The tribunitial dignity and power.
Here are his letters, signed with his signet.
What pleaseth now the fathers to be done?
SENATORS.
Read them, read them, open, publicly read them.
COTTA.