Sej.  Who is it, Eudemus?

Eud. 
   One of your lordship’s servants brings you word
   The emperor hath sent for you.

Sej. 
   O! where is he? 
   With your fair leave, dear princess, I’ll but ask
   A question and return. [Exit.

Eud. 
   Fortunate princess! 
   How are you blest in the fruition
   Of this unequall’d man, the soul of Rome,
   The empire’s life, and voice of Caesar’s world!

Liv. 
   So blessed, my Eudemus, as to know
   The bliss I have, with what I ought to owe
   The means that wrought it.  How do I look to-day?

Eud. 
   Excellent clear, believe it.  This same fucus
   Was well laid on.

Liv.  Methinks ’tis here not white.

Eud. 
   Lend me your scarlet, lady.  ’Tis the sun,
   Hath giv’n some little taint unto the ceruse;
   You should have used of the white oil I gave you. 
   Sejanus, for your love! his very name
   Commandeth above Cupid or his shafts—–­ [Paints her cheeks.

Liv.  Nay, now you’ve made it worse.

Eud. 
   I’ll help it straight—–­
   And but pronounced, is a sufficient charm
   Against all rumour; and of absolute power
   To satisfy for any lady’s honour.

Liv.  What do you now, Eudemus?

Eud. 
   Make a light fucus,
   To touch you o’er withal.—–­Honour’d Sejanus! 
   What act, though ne’er so strange and insolent,
   But that addition will at least bear out,
   If’t do not expiate?

Liv.  Here, good physician.

Eud. 
   I like this study to preserve the love
   Of such a man, that comes not every hour
   To greet the world.-’Tis now well, lady, you should
   Use of the dentifrice I prescribed you too,
   To clear your teeth, and the prepared pomatum,
   To smooth the skin:—–­A lady cannot be
   Too curious of her form, that still would hold
   The heart of such a person, made her captive,
   As you have his:  who, to endear him more
   In your clear eye, hath put away his wife,
   The trouble of his bed, and your delights,
   Fair Apicata, and made spacious room
   To your new pleasures.

Liv. 
   Have not we return’d
   That with our hate to Drusus, and discovery
   Of all his counsels?

Eud. 
   Yes, and wisely, lady. 
   The ages that succeed, and stand far off
   To gaze at your high prudence, shall admire,
   And reckon it an act without your sex: 
   It hath that rare appearance.  Some will think
   Your fortune could not yield a deeper sound,
   Than mix’d with Drusus; but, when they shall hear
   That, and the thunder of Sejanus meet,
   Sejanus, whose high name doth strike the stars,
   And rings about the concave; great Sejanus,
   Whose glories, style, and titles are himself,
   The often iterating of Sejanus: