LATIARIS

It's one CORDUS, A gentleman of Room : one, that has writ Annal's of late, they say, and very well. I think of POMPEI'S, And Caius CAESARS; and so down to these. I know him not so far. Not I, he means they shall be public shortly. I. They stay thy answer, Caesar. His means are clean destroyed, that should requite. Let him be censured. Let'hem be burned. I'll now go fetch him. Oh JOVE. What will become of us, or of the times, When, to be high, or noble, are made crimes? When land, and treasure are most dangerous faults? Me thinks, the Genius of the Roman raze Should not be so extinct, but that bright flame Of liberty might be revived again, (Which no good man but with his life, should loose) And we not fit Like spent, and patient fools Still puffing in the dark, at one poor coal, Held on by hope, till the last spark is out. The cause is public, and the honour, name, The immortality of every soul That is not bastard, or a slave in Room , Therein concerned: Whereto, if men would change The wearied arm, and for the weighty shield So long sustained, employ the facile sword, We might have some assurance of our vows. This asses fortitude does Tyre us all. It must be active valour must redeem Our lose, or none. The rock, and our hard steel Should meet, enforce those glorious fires again, Whose splendour cheered the world, and heat gave life No less then does the sun's. Why we are worse, if to be slaves, and bound To CAESARS slave, be such, the proud SEIANUS? He that is all, do's all, gives Caesar leave To hide his ulcerous, and anointed face, With his bald crown at Rhodes , while he here stalks Upon the heads of Romans , and their Princes, Familiarly to Empire. And villainy in both. Do you observe where LIVIA lodges? How DRUSUS came dead? What men have been cut off? Caesar sleeps, And nods at this? I am for Caesar. Hale him away. Names he not what it is? It's strange, and singular doubtful! My lord— Now, my right deer, noble, and trusted friends; How much I am a captive to your kindness! Most worthy COTTAM, LATIARIS; LACO, Your valiant hand; and gentlemen, your loves. I wish I could divide my self unto you; Or that it lay, within our narrow powers, To satisfy for so enlarged bounty. GRACINUS, we must pray you, hold your guards Unquit, when morning comes. Saw you the Consul? Yes. This morning, in APOLLO'S temple. Knows not his lordship! Most worthy lord! As he did me! Who would not spend his life and Fortune's, To purchase but the look of such a lord? What says the Consul? Say. I am HARPOCRATES. I'll tell you, But you must swear to keep it secret— I Knew the sates had on their distaff left More of our thread, then so. High SEIANꝰ. And most wise. Worthy of all, and more Then bounty can bestow. Not I. More office, and more titles. See, how ARRUNTIUS sits, and LEPIDUS. Worthy, and great SEIANUS! And the lord, As worthy it, on whom it is directed! From thence too.