Chapter 6

Enter Satrius and Natta.

SATRIUS. They’re grown exceeding circumspect, and wary.

NATTA. They have us in the wind: and yet Arruntius Cannot contain himself.

SATRIUS. Tut, he’s not yet Look’d after; there are others more desired That are more silent.

NATTA. Here he comes. Away.

[_Exeunt._]

Enter Sabinus, Arruntius and Cordus.

SABINUS. How is it, that these beagles haunt the house Of Agrippina?

ARRUNTIUS. O, they hunt, they hunt! There is some game here lodged, which they must rouse, To make the great ones sport.

CORDUS. Did you observe How they inveigh’d ’gainst Cæsar?

ARRUNTIUS. Ay, baits, baits, For us to bite at: would I have my flesh Torn by the public hook, these qualified hangmen Should be my company.

CORDUS. Here comes another.

Domitius Afer passes over the stage.

ARRUNTIUS. Ay, there’s a man, Afer the orator! One that hath phrases, figures, and fine flowers, To strew his rhetoric with, and doth make haste, To get him note, or name, by any offer Where blood or gain be objects; steeps his words, When he would kill, in artificial tears: The crocodile of Tyber! him I love, That man is mine; he hath my heart and voice When I would curse! he, he.

SABINUS. Contemn the slaves, Their present lives will be their future graves.

[_Exeunt._]