Tib.
We cannot but commend thy piety,
Most loved Sejanus, in acknowledging
Those bounties; which we, faintly,
such remember—–
But to thy suit. The rest of
mortal men,
In all their drifts and counsels,
pursue profit;
Princes alone are of a different
sort,
Directing their main actions still
to fame:
We therefore will take time to think
and answer.
For Livia she can best, herself,
resolve
If she will marry, after Drusus,
or
Continue in the family; besides,
She hath a mother, and a grandam
yet,
Whose nearer counsels she may guide
her by:
But I will simply deal. That
enmity
Thou fear’st in Agrippina,
would burn more,
If Livia’s marriage should,
as ’twere in parts,
Divide the imperial house; an emulation
Between the women might break forth;
and discord
Ruin the sons and nephews on both
hands.
What if it cause some present difference?
Thou art not safe, Sejanus, if thou
prove it.
Canst thou believe, that Livia,
first the wife
To Caius Caesar, then my Drusus,
now
Will be contented to grow old with
thee,
Born but a private gentleman of
Rome,
And raise thee with her loss, if
not her shame?
Or say that I should wish it, canst
thou think
The senate, or the people (who have
seen
Her brother, father, and our ancestors,
In highest place of empire) will
endure it!
The state thou hold’st already,
is in talk;
Men murmur at thy greatness; and
the noble!
Stick not, in public, to upbraid
thy climbing
Above our father’s favours,
or thy scale:
And dare accuse me, from their hate
to thee.
Be wise, dear friend. We would
not hide these things,
For friendship’s dear respect:
Nor will we stand
Adverse to thine, or Livia’s
designments.
What we have purposed to thee, in
our thought,
And with what near degrees of love
to bind thee,
And make thee equal to us; for the
present,
We will forbear to speak. Only
thus much
Believe, our loved Sejanus, we not
know
That height in blood or honour,
which thy virtue
And mind to us, may not aspire with
merit.
And this we’ll publish on
all watch’d occasion
The senate or the people shall present.
Sej.
I am restored, and to my sense again,
Which I had lost in this so blinding
suit.
Caesar hath taught me better to
refuse,
Than I knew how to ask. How
pleaseth Caesar
T’ embrace my late advice
for leaving Rome!
Tib. We are resolved.
Sej.
Here are some motives more,
[Gives him a paper
Which I have thought on since, may
more confirm.
Tib.
Careful Sejanus! we will straight
peruse them:
Go forward in our main design, and
prosper. [Exit.


