In mean time,
By his employments, makes him odious
Unto the staggering rout, whose aid, in fine,
He hopes to use, as sure, who, when they sway.
Bear down, o'erturn all objects in their way.
Arr.
You may be a Lynceus, Lepidus: yet I
See no such cause, but that a politic tyrant,
Who can so well disguise it, should have ta'en
A nearer way: feign'd honest, and come home
To cut his throat, by law.
Lep.
Ay, but his fear
Would ne'er be mask'd, allbe his vices were.
Pom. His lordship then is still in grace?
Ter.
Assure you,
Never in more, either of grace or power.
Pom. The gods are wise and just.
Arr.
The fiends they are,
To suffer thee belie 'em.
Ter.
I have here
His last and present letters, where he writes him,
The partner of his cares, and his Sejanus.---
Lac.
But is that true? it is prohibited
To sacrifice unto him?
Ter.
Some such thing
Caesar makes scruple of, but forbids it not;
No more than to himself: says he could wish
It were forborn to all.
Lac. Is it no other?
Ter.
No other, on my trust. For your more surety,
Here is that letter too.
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