SATRIUS. Fifty sestertia. 

 SEJANUS. Livia’s physician, say you, is that fellow? 

 SATRIUS. It is, my lord: Your lordship’s answer. 

 SEJANUS. To what? 

 SATRIUS. The place, my lord. ’Tis for a gentleman Your lordship will well like of, when you see him; And one, that you may make yours, by the grant. 

 SEJANUS. Well, let him bring his money, and his name. 

 SATRIUS. Thank your lordship. He shall, my lord. 

 SEJANUS. Come hither. Know you this same Eudemus? is he learn’d? 

 SATRIUS. Reputed so, my lord, and of deep practice. 

 SEJANUS. Bring him in, to me, in the gallery; And take you cause to leave us there together: I would confer with him, about a grief— On. 

 [Exeunt Sejanus, Satrius, Terentius, etc.]

Sejanus, Satrius, Terentius

 ARRUNTIUS. So! yet another? yet? O desperate state Of grovelling honour! seest thou this, O sun, And do we see thee after? Methinks, day Should lose his light, when men do lose their shames, And for the empty circumstance of life, Betray their cause of living. 

 SILIUS. Nothing so. Sejanus can repair, if Jove should ruin. He is now the court god; and well applied With sacrifice of knees, of crooks, and cringes; He will do more than all the house of heaven Can, for a thousand hecatombs. ’Tis he Makes us our day, or night; hell, and elysium Are in his look: we talk of Rhadamanth, Furies, and firebrands; but it is his frown That is all these; where, on the adverse part, His smile is more, than e’er yet poets feign’d Of bliss, and shades, nectar— 

 ARRUNTIUS. A serving boy! I knew him, at Caius’ trencher, when for hire He prostituted his abused body To that great gormond, fat Apicius; And was the noted pathic of the time. 

 SABINUS. And, now, the second face of the whole world! The partner of the empire, hath his image Rear’d equal with Tiberius, born in ensigns; Commands, 

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