Gall. See, see, see their action!
Arr.
Ay, now their heads do travail, now they work;
Their faces run like shittles; they are weaving
Some curious cobweb to catch flies.
Sab.
Observe,
They take their places.
Arr. What, so low!
Gal.
O yes,
They must be seen to flatter Caesar's grief,
Though but in sitting.
Var. Bid us silence.
Prae. Silence!
Var.
Fathers conseript, may this our present meeting,
Turn fair, and fortunate to the common-wealth!
Enter SILIUS, and other Senators.
Sej. See, Silius enters.
Sil. Hail, grave fathers!
Lic.
Stand.
Silius, forbear thy place.
Ben. How!
Prae.
Silius, stand forth,
The consul hath to charge thee.
Lic. Room for Caesar.
Arr. Is he come too! nay then expect a trick.
Sab. Silius accused! sure he will answer nobly.
Enter TIBERIUS, attended.
Tib.
We stand amazed, fathers, to behold
This general dejection. Wherefore sit
Rome's consuls thus dissolved, as they had lost
All the remembrance both of style and place
It not becomes. No woes are of fit weight,
To make the honour of the empire stoop:
Though I, in my peculiar self, may meet
Just reprehension, that so suddenly,
And, in so fresh a grief, would greet the senate,
When private tongues, of kinsmen and allies,
Inspired with comforts, lothly are endured,
The face of men not seen, and scarce the day,
To thousands that communicate our loss.
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