jun. Drusus is dying.
Agr. Dying!
Nero. That's strange!
Agr. You were with him yesternight.
Dru. jun.
One met Eudemus the physician,
Sent for, but now; who thinks he cannot live.
Sil.
Thinks! if it be arrived at that, he knows,
Or none.
Agr. 'Tis quick! what should be his disease?
Sil. Poison, poison-
Agr. How, Silius!
Nero. What's that?
Sil.
Nay, nothing. There was late a certain blow
Given o' the face.
Nero. Ay, to Sejanus.
Sil. True!
Dru. jun. And what of that?
Sil. I'm glad I gave it not.
Nero. But there is somewhat else?
Sil.
Yes, private meetings,
With a great lady [sir], at a physician's,
And a wife turn'd away.
Nero. Ha!
Sil.
Toys, mere toys:
What wisdom's now in th' streets, in the common mouth?
Dru. fun.
Fears, whisperings, tumults, noise,
I know not what: They say the Senate sit.
Sil.
I'll thither straight;
And see what's in the forge.
Agr. Good Silius do; Sosia and I will in.
Sil.
Haste you, my lords, I
To visit the sick prince; tender your loves,
And sorrows to the people. This Sejanus,
Trust my divining soul, hath plots on all:
No tree, that stops his prospect, but must fall.
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