ARRUNTIUS. A noble prince! ALL. A Castor, a Castor, a Castor, a Castor! [Exeunt all but Sejanus.] Sejanus SEJANUS. He that, with such wrong moved, can bear it through With patience, and an even mind, knows how To turn it back. Wrath cover’d carries fate: Revenge is lost, if I profess my hate. What was my practice late, I’ll now pursue, As my fell justice: this hath styled it new. [Exit.] ACT II SCENE I.—The Garden of EUDEMUS. Enter Sejanus, Livia and Eudemus. Sejanus, Livia Eudemus SEJANUS. Physician, thou art worthy of a province. For the great favours done unto our loves; And, but that greatest Livia bears a part In the requital of thy services, I should alone despair of aught, like means, To give them worthy satisfaction. LIVIA. Eudemus, I will see it, shall receive A fit and full reward for his large merit.— But for this potion we intend to Drusus, No more our husband now, whom shall we choose As the most apt and able instrument, To minister it to him? EUDEMUS. I say, Lygdus. SEJANUS. Lygdus? what’s he? LIVIA. An eunuch Drusus loves. EUDEMUS. Ay, and his cup-bearer.
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