All Rome hath been my slave;
The senate sate an idle looker on,
And witness of my power; when I have blush'd
More to command than it to suffer: all
The fathers have sate ready and prepared.
To give me empire, temples, or their throats.
When I would ask 'em; and what crowns the top,
Rome, senate, people, all the world have seen
Jove, but my equal; Caesar, but my second.
'Tis then your malice, Fates, who, but your own,
Envy and fear to have any power long known.
SCENE V.---A Room in the same.
Enter TERENTIUS and Tribunes.
Ter. Stay here: I'll give his lordship, you are come.
Enter MINUTIUS, with COTTA and LATIARIS.
Min.
Marcus Terentius, 'pray you tell my lord
Here's Cotta, and Latiaris.
Ter. Sir, I shall.
Cot.
My letter is the very same with yours;
Only requires me to be present there,
And give my voice to strengthen his design.
Lat. Names he not what it is?
Cot. No, nor to you.
Lat. 'Tis strange and singular doubtful!
Cot.
So it is.
It may be all is left to lord Sejanus.
Enter NATTA and GRACINUS LACO.
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