Sej.
What may be this? part of myself, dear Macro,
If good, speak out; and share with your Sejanus.
Mac.
If bad, I should for ever loath myself
To be the messenger to so good a lord.
I do exceed my instructions to acquaint
Your lordship with thus much; but 'tis my venture
On your retentive wisdom: and because
I would no jealous scruple should molest
Or rack your peace of thought. For I assure
My noble lord, no senator yet knows
The business meant: though all by several letters
Are warned to be there, and give their voices,
Only to add unto the state and grace
Of what is purposed.
Sej.
You take pleasure, Macro,
Like a coy wench, in torturing your lover.
What can be worth this suffering?
Mac.
That which follows,
The tribunitial dignity and power:
Both which Sejanus is to have this day
Conferr'd upon him, and by public senate.
Sej.
Fortune be mine again! thou hast satisfied
For thy suspected loyalty. [Aside.
Mac.
My lord,
I have no longer time, the day approacheth,
And I must back to Caesar.
Sej. Where's Caligula?
Mac.
That I forgot to tell your lordship.
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