Lat.  As he did me!

Min.  And me!

Lat. 
   Who would not spend his life and fortunes,
   To purchase but the look of such a lord?

Lac. 
   He that would nor be lord’s fool, nor the world’s. [Aside.

Scene VI.-Another Room in the same. 
Enter Sejanus, macro, and Satrius.

Sej. 
   Macro! most welcome, a most coveted friend! 
   Let me enjoy my longings.  When arrived you?

Mac.  About the noon of night.

Sej.  Satrius, give leave. [Exit Sat.

Mac. 
   I have been, since I came, with both the consuls,
   On a particular design from Caesar.

Sej.  How fares it with our great and royal master?

Mac. 
   Right plentifully well; as, with a prince,
   That still holds out the great proportion
   Of his large favours, where his judgment hath
   Made once divine election:  like the god
   That wants not, nor is wearied to bestow
   Where merit meets his bounty, as it doth
   In you, already the most happy, and ere
   The sun shall climb the south, most high Sejanus. 
   Let not my lord be amused.  For, to this end
   Was I by Caesar sent for to the isle,
   With special caution to conceal my journey;
   And, thence, had my dispatch as privately
   Again to Rome; charged to come here by night;
   And only to the consuls make narration
   Of his great purpose; that the benefit
   Might come more full, and striking, by how much
   It was less look’d for, or aspired by you,
   Or least informed to the common thought.

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.