Mac. 
   Sit still, and unaffrighted, reverend fathers: 
   Macro, by Caesar’s grace, the new-made provost,
   And now possest of the praetorian bands,
   An honour late belong’d to that proud man,
   Bids you be safe:  and to your constant doom
   Of his deservings, offers you the surety
   Of all the soldiers, tribunes, and centurions,
   Received in our command.

Reg.  Sejanus, Sejanus, Stand forth, Sejanus!

Sej.  Am I call’d?

Mac. 
   Ay, thou,
   Thou insolent monster, art bid stand.

Sej. 
   Why, Macro. 
   It hath been otherwise between you and I;
   This court, that knows us both, hath seen a difference,
   And can, if it be pleased to speak, confirm
   Whose insolence is most.

Mac. 
   Come down, Typhoeus. 
   If mine be most, lo! thus I make it more;
   Kick up thy heels in air, tear off thy robe,
   Play with thy beard and nostrils.  Thus ’tis fit
   (And no man take compassion of thy state)
   To use th’ ingrateful viper, tread his brains
   Into the earth.

Reg.  Forbear.

Mac. 
   If I could lose
   All my humanity now, ’twere well to torture
   So meriting a traitor.-Wherefore, fathers,
   Sit you amazed and silent; and not censure
   This wretch, who, in the hour he first rebell’d
   ’Gainst Caesar’s bounty, did condemn himself? 
   Phlegra, the field where all the sons of earth
   Muster’d against the gods, did ne’er acknowledge
   So proud and huge a monster.

Reg. 
   Take him hence;
   And all the gods guard Caesar!

Tri.  Take him hence.

Hat.  Hence.

Cot.  To the dungeon with him.

San.  He deserves it.

Sen.  Crown all our doors with bays.

San. 
   And let an ox,
   With gilded horns and garlands, straight be led
   Unto the Capitol—–­

Hat. 
   And sacrificed
   To Jove, for Caesar’s safety.

Tri. 
   All our gods
   Be present still to Caesar!

Cot.  Phoebus.

San.  Mars.

Hat.  Diana.

San.  Pallas.

Sen. 
   Juno, Mercury,
   All guard him!

Mac.  Forth, thou prodigy of men! [Exit Sejanus, guarded.

Cot.  Let all the traitor’s titles be defaced.

Tri.  His images and statues be pull’d down.

Hat.  His chariot-wheels be broken.

Arr. 
   And the legs
   Of the poor horses, that deseryed nought,
   Let them be broken too!

[Exeunt Lictors, Praecones, Macro, Regulus, Trio,
Haterius, and Sanquinius:  manent Lepidus, Arruntius,
and a few Senators.

Lep. 
   O violent change,
   And whirl of men’s affections!

Arr. 
   Like, as both
   Their bulks and souls were bound on Fortune’s wheel,
   And must act only with her motion.