Ben Jonson

"Sejanus His Fall Act 2. Scene 3"

A Room in AGRIPPINA'S House.

Enter SATRlUS and NATTA.

Sat.
They're grown exceeding circ*mspect, and wary.

Nat.
They have us in the wind: and yet Arruntius
Cannot contain himself.

Sat.
Tut, he's not yet
Look'd after; there are others more desired
That are more silent.

Nat.
Here he comes. Away.

[Exeunt.

Enter SABINUS, ARRUNTIUS, and CORDUS

Sab.
How is it, that these beagles haunt the house
Of Agrippina?

Arr.
O, they hunt, they hunt!
There is some game here lodged, which they must rouse,
To make the great ones sport.

Cor.
Did you observe
How they inveigh'd 'gainst Caesar?

Arr.
Ay, baits, baits,
For us to bite at: would I have my flesh
Torn by the public hook, these qualified hangmen
Should be my company.

Cor.
Here comes another.
[Dom. Afer passes over the stage

Arr.
Ay, there's a man, Afer the orator!
One that hath phrases, figures, and fine flowers,
To strew his rhetoric with, and doth make haste,
To get him note, or name, by any offer
Where blood or gain be objects; steeps his words,
When he would kill, in artificial tears:
The crocodile of Tyber! him I love,
That man is mine; he hath my heart and voice
When I would curse! he, he.

Sub.
Contemn the slaves,
Their present lives will be their future graves.

[Exeunt

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