A perishing wretch!
As if there were that chaos bred in things,
That laws and liberty would not rather choose
To be quite broken, and ta'en hence by us,
Than have the stain to be preserved by such.
Have we the means to make these guilty first?
Sej.
Trust that to me: let Caesar, by his power
But cause a formal meeting of the senate,
I will have matter and accusers ready.
Tib. But how? let us consult.
Sej.
We shall misspend
The time of action. Counsels are unfit
In business, where all rest is more pernicious
Than rashness can be. Acts of this close kind
Thrive more by execution than advice.
There is no lingering in that work begun,
Which cannot praised be, until through done.
Tib.
Our edicts shall forthwith command a court.
While I can live, I will prevent earth's fury:
[Exit
Enter JULIUS POSTHUMUS.
Pos. My lord Sejanus---
Sej.
Julius Posthumus!
Come with my wish! What news from Agrippina's?
Pos.
Faith, none. They all lock up themselves a' late,
Or talk in character; I have not seen
A company so changed.
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