Then Livia triumphs in her proper sphere,
When she and her Sejanus shall divide
The name of Caesar, and Augusta' s star
Be dimm'd with glory of a brighter beam:
When Agrippina's fires are quite extinct,
And the scarce-soon Tiberius borrows all
His little light from us, whose folded arms
Shall make one perfect orb. [Knocking within.]
Who's that! Eudemus, Look. [Exit Eudemus.]
'Tis not Drusus, lady, do not fear.
Liv.
Not I, my lord: my fear and love of him
Left me at once.
Sej. Illustrious lady, stay---
Eud. [within.] I'll tell his lordship. [Re-enter EUDEMUS.
Sej. Who is it, Eudemus?
Eud.
One of your lordship's servants brings you word
The emperor hath sent for you.
Sej.
O! where is he?
With your fair leave, dear princess, I'll but ask
A question and return. [Exit.
Eud.
Fortunate princess!
How are you blest in the fruition
Of this unequall'd man, the soul of Rome,
The empire's life, and voice of Caesar's world!
Liv.
So blessed, my Eudemus, as to know
The bliss I have, with what I ought to owe
The means that wrought it.
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