SILIUS. Check your passion; Lord Drusus tarries. 

 DRUSUS. Is my father mad, Weary of life, and rule, lords? thus to heave An idol up with praise! make him his mate, His rival in the empire! 

 ARRUNTIUS. O, good prince. 

 DRUSUS. Allow him statues, titles, honours, such As he himself refuseth! 

 ARRUNTIUS. Brave, brave Drusus! 

 DRUSUS. The first ascents to sovereignty are hard; But, entered once, there never wants or means, Or ministers, to help the aspirer on. 

 ARRUNTIUS. True, gallant Drusus. 

 DRUSUS. We must shortly pray To Modesty, that he will rest contented— 

 ARRUNTIUS. Ay, where he is, and not write emperor. 

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Sejanus, Satrius, Latiaris

 SEJANUS. There is your bill, and yours; bring you your man. [To Satrius.] I have moved for you, too, Latiaris. 

 DRUSUS. What! Is your vast greatness grown so blindly bold, That you will over us? 

 SEJANUS. Why then give way. 

 DRUSUS. Give way, Colossus! do you lift? advance you? Take that! 

 [Strikes him.]

 ARRUNTIUS. Good! brave! excellent, brave prince! 

 DRUSUS. Nay, come, approach. 

 [Draws his sword.]

 What, stand you off? at gaze? It looks too full of death for thy cold spirits. Avoid mine eye, dull camel, or my sword Shall make thy bravery fitter for a grave, Than for a triumph. I’ll advance a statue O’ your own bulk; but ’t shall be on the cross; Where I will nail your pride at breadth and length, And crack those sinews, which are yet but stretch’d With your swoln fortune’s rage. 

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