Enter Satrius with Eudemus.

Satrius

Eudemus

 SATRIUS. Here he will instant be: let’s walk a turn; You’re in a muse, Eudemus. 

 EUDEMUS. Not I, sir. I wonder he should mark me out so! well, Jove and Apollo form it for the best.                   [Aside. 

 SATRIUS. Your fortune’s made unto you now, Eudemus, If you can but lay bold upon the means; Do but observe his humour, and—believe it— He is the noblest Roman, where he takes— 

 Enter Sejanus.

Sejanus

 Here comes his lordship. 

 SEJANUS. Now, good Satrius. 

 SATRIUS. This is the gentleman, my lord. 

 SEJANUS. Is this? Give me your hand—we must be more acquainted. Report, sir, hath spoke out your art and learning: And I am glad I have so needful cause, However in itself painful and hard, To make me known to so great virtue.—Look, Who is that, Satrius? 

 [Exit Satrius.]

Satrius

 I have a grief, sir, That will desire your help. Your name’s Eudemus! 

 EUDEMUS. Yes. 

 SEJANUS. Sir? 

 EUDEMUS. It is, my lord. 

 SEJANUS. I hear you are Physician to Livia, the princess. 

 EUDEMUS. I minister unto her, my good lord. 

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