They then will lose their thoughts, and be ashamed
   To take acquaintance of them. 
                                               Be-enter Sejanus. 
Sej. 
   I must make
   A rude departure, lady:  Caesar sends
   With all his haste both of command and prayer. 
   Be resolute in our plot; you have my soul,
   As certain yours as it is my body’s. 
   And, wise physician, so prepare the poison,
   As you may lay the subtile operation
   Upon some natural disease of his: 
   Your eunuch send to me.  I kiss your hands,
   Glory of ladies, and commend my love
   To your best faith and memory.

Liv. 
   My lord,
   I shall but change your words.  Farewell. 
   Yet, this Remember for your heed, he loves you not;
   You know what I have told you:  his designs
   Are full of grudge and danger; we must use
   More than a common speed.

Sej. 
   Excellent lady,
   How you do fire my blood!

Liv. 
   Well, you must go? 
   The thoughts be best, are least set forth to shew.
                                                  [Exit Sejanus.

Eud.  When will you take some physic, lady?

Liv. 
   When
   I shall, Eudemus:  but let Drusus’ drug
   Be first prepared.

Eud. 
   Were Lygdus made, that’s done;
   I have it ready.  And to-morrow morning
   I’ll send you a perfume, first to resolve
   And procure sweat, and then prepare a bath
   To cleanse and clear the cutis; against when
   I’ll have an excellent new fucus made,
   Resistive ’gainst the sun, the rain, or wind,
   Which you shall lay on with a breath, or oil,
   As you best like, and last some fourteen hours. 
   This change came timely, lady, for your health,
   And the restoring your complexion,
   Which Drusus’ choler had almost burnt up! 
   Wherein your fortune hath prescribed you better
   Than art could do.

Liv. 
   Thanks, good physician,
   I’ll use my fortune, you shall see, with reverence. 
   Is my coach ready?

Eud.  It attends your highness. [Exeunt

Scene ii.—–­An Apartment in the Palace. 
Enter Sejanus.

Sej. 
   If this be not revenge, when I have done
   And made it perfect, let Egyptian slaves,
   Parthians, and bare-foot Hebrews brand my face,
   And print my body full of injuries. 
   Thou lost thyself, child Drusus, when thou thoughtst
   Thou couldst outskip my vengeance; or outstand
   The power I had to crush thee into air. 
   Thy follies now shall taste what kind of man
   They have provoked, and this thy father’s house
   Crack in the flame of my incensed rage,
   Whose fury shall admit no shame or mean.—–­
   Adultery! it is the lightest ill
   I will commit A race of wicked acts