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But for this potion we intend to Drusus,
No more our husband now, whom shall we choose
As the most apt and able instrument,
To minister it to him?
Eud. I say, Lygdus.
Sej. Lygdus what's he?
Liv. An eunuch Drusus loves.
Eud. Ay, and his cup-bearer.
Sej.
Name not a second.
If Drusus love him, and he have that place,
We cannot think a fitter.
Eud.
True, my lord.
For free access and trust are two main aids.
Sej. Skilful physician!
Liv.
But he must be wrought
To the undertaking, with some labour'd art.
Sej. Is he ambitious?
Liv. No.
Sej. Or covetous?
Liv. Neither.
Eud. Yet, gold is a good general charm.
Sej. What is he, then?
Liv. Faith, only wanton, light.
Sej. How! is he young and fair?
Eud. A delicate youth.
Sej.
Send him to me, I'll work him.---Royal lady,
Though I have loved you long, and with that height
Of zeal and duty, like the fire, which more
It mounts it trembles, thinking nought could add
Unto the fervour which your eye had kindled;
Yet, now I see your wisdom, judgment, strength,
Quickness, and will, to apprehend the means
To your own good and greatness, I protest
Myself through rarified, and turn'd all flame
In your affection: such a spirit as yours,
Was not created for the idle second
To a poor flash, as Drusus; but to shine
Bright as the moon among the lesser lights,
And share the sov'reignty of all the world.
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