-Bashful queen, if so,
Sejanus thanks thy modesty.---Who's that?
Enter POMPONIUS and MINUTIUS.
Pom.
His fortune suffers, till he hears my news:
I have waited here too long. Macro, my lord---
Sej. Speak lower and withdraw. [Takes him aside.
Ter. Are these things true?
Min. Thousands are gazing at it in the streets.
Sej. What's that?
Ter.
Minutius tells us here, my lord,
That a new head being set upon your statue,
A rope is since found wreath'd about it! and,
But now a fiery meteor in the form
Of a great ball was seen to roll along
The troubled air, where yet it hangs unperfect,
The amazing wonder of the multitude!
Sej. No more. That Macro's come, is more than all!
Ter. Is Macro come?
Pom. I saw him.
Ter. Where? with whom?
Pom. With Regulus.
Sej. Terentius!
Per. My lord.
Sej.
Send for the tribunes, we will straight have up
More of the soldiers for our guard. [Exit Per.] Minutius,
We pray you go for Cotta, Latiaris,
Trio, the consul, or what senators
You know are sure, and ours. [Exit Min.] You, my good Natta,
For Laco, provost of the watch.
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