the state. 
   Officiously had done, with violent rage
   Have rent it limb from limb.  A thousand heads,
   A thousand hands, ten thousand tongues and voices,
   Employ’d at once in several acts of malice! 
   Old men not staid with age, virgins with shame,
   Late wives with loss of husbands, mothers of children,
   Losing all grief in joy of his sad fall,
   Run quite transported with their cruelty! 
   These mounting at his head, these at his face,
   These digging out his eyes, those with his brains
   Sprinkling themselves, their houses and their friends;
   Others are met, have ravish’d thence an arm,
   And deal small pieces of the flesh for favours;
   These with a thigh, this hath cut off his hands,
   And this his feet; these fingers and these toes;
   That hath his liver, he his heart:  there wants
   Nothing but room for wrath, and place for hatred! 
   What cannot oft be done, is now o’erdone. 
   The whole, and all of what was great Sejanus,
   And, next to Caesar, did possess the World,
   Now torn and scatter’d, as he needs no grave;
   Each little dust covers a little part: 
   So lies he no where, and yet often buried! 
                                           Enter Nuntius
Arr.  More of Sejanus

Nun.  Yes.

Lep. 
   What can be added? 
   We know him dead.

Nun. 
   Then there begin your pity. 
   There is enough behind to melt ev’n Rome,
   And Caesar into tears; since never slave
   Could yet so highly offend, but tyranny,
   In torturing him, would make him worth lamenting.—–­
   A son and daughter to the dead Sejanus,
   (Of whom there is not now so much remaining
   As would give fast’ning to the hangman’s hook,)
   Have they drawn forth for farther sacrifice;
   Whose tenderness of knowledge, unripe years,
   And childish silly innocence was such,
   As scarce would lend them feeling of their danger: 
   The girl so simple, as she often ask’d
   “Where they would lead her? for what cause they dragg’d her?”
   Cried, “She would do no more:”  that she could take
   “Warning with beating.”  And because our laws
   Admit no virgin immature to die,
   The wittily and strangely cruel Macro
   Deliver’d her to be deflower’d and spoil’d,
   By the rude lust of the licentious hangman,
   Then to be strangled with her harmless brother.

Lep. 
   O, act most worthy hell, and lasting night,
   To hide it from the world!

Nun. 
   Their bodies thrown
   Into the Gemonies, (I know not how,
   Or by what accident return’d.) the mother,
   The expulsed Apicata, finds them there;
   Whom when she saw lie spread on the degrees,
   After a world of fury on herself,
   Tearing her hair, defacing of her face,
   Beating her breasts and womb, kneeling amaz’d,