Lep. 
   Who would depend upon the popular air,
   Or voice of men, that have to-day beheld
   That which, if all the gods had fore-declared,
   Would not have been believed, Sejanus’ fall? 
   He, that this morn rose proudly, as the sun,
   And, breaking through a mist of clients’ breath,
   Came on, as gazed at and admired as he,
   When superstitious Moors salute his light! 
   That had our servile nobles waiting him
   As common grooms; and hanging on his look,
   No less than human life on destiny! 
   That had men’s knees as frequent as the gods;
   And sacrifices more than Rome had altars: 
   And this man fall! fall? ay, without a look
   That durst appear his friend, or lend so much
   Of vain relief, to his changed state, as pity!

Arr. 
   They that before, like gnats, play’d in his beams,
   And throng’d to circumscribe him, now not seen
   Nor deign to hold a common seat with him! 
   Others, that waited him unto the senate,
   Now inhumanely ravish him to prison,
   Whom, but this morn, they follow’d as their lord! 
   Guard through the streets, bound like a fugitive,
   Instead of wreaths give fetters, strokes for stoops,
   Blind shames for honours, and black taunts for titles! 
   Who would trust slippery chance?

Lep. 
   They that would make
   Themselves her spoil; and foolishly forget,
   When she doth flatter, that she comes to prey. 
   Fortune, thou hadst no deity, if men
   Had wisdom:  we have placed thee so high,
   By fond belief in thy felicity.
                       [Shout within.] The gods guard Caesar! 
                                   All the gods guard Caesar!

Re-enter macro, Regulus, and divers Senators.

Mac. 
   Now, great Sejanus, you that awed the state,
   And sought to bring the nobles to your whip;
   That would be Caesar’s tutor, and dispose
   Of dignities and offices! that had
   The public head still bare to your designs,
   And made the general voice to echo yours! 
   That look’d for salutations twelve score off,
   And would have pyramids, yea temples, rear’d
   To your huge greatness; now you lie as flat,
   As was your pride advanced!

Reg.  Thanks to the gods!

Sen. 
   And praise to Macro, that hath saved Rome! 
   Liberty, liberty, liberty!  Lead on,
   And praise to Macro, that hath saved Rome!
                            [Exeunt all but Arruntius and Lepidus.

Arr. 
   I prophesy, out of the senate’s flattery,
   That this new fellow, Macro, will become
   A greater prodigy in Rome, than he
   That now is fallen. 
                         Enter Terentius.