Is there not something more than to be Caesar?
Must we rest there'! it irks t' have come so far,
To be so near a stay. Caligula,
Would thou stood'st stiff, and many in our way!
Winds lose their strength, when they do empty fly,
Unmet of woods or buildings; great fires die,
That want their matter to withstand them: so,
It is our grief, and will be our loss, to know
Our power shall want opposites; unless
The gods, by mixing in the cause, would bless
Our fortune with their conquest. That were worth
Sejanus' strife; durst fates but bring it forth.
Enter TERENTIUS.
Ter. Safety to great Sejanus!
Sej. Now, Terentius?
Ter. Hears not my lord the wonder?
Sej. Speak it, no.
Ter.
I meet it violent in the people's mouths,
Who run in routs to Pompey's theatre,
To view your statue, which, they say, sends forth
A smoke, as from a furnace, black and dreadful.
Sej.
Some traitor hath put fire in: you, go see,
And let the head be taken oft', to look
What 'tis. [Exit Terentius.]---
Some slave hath practised an imposture,
To stir the people.-How now! why return you?
Reenter TERENTIUS, with SATRIUS and NATTA.
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