Ops. 
   He’s allied to him, and doth trust him well. 
   Ruf:  And he’ll requite his trust!

Ops. 
   To do an office
   So grateful to the state, I know no man
   But would strain nearer bands, than kindred——­

Ruf. 
   List! 
   I hear them come.

Ops.  Shift to our holes with silence. [They retire

                                   Re-enter Latiaris and Sabinus. 
Lat. 
   It is a noble constancy you shew
   To this afflicted house; that not like others,
   The friends of season, you do follow fortune,
   And, in the winter of their fate, forsake
   The place whose glories warm’d you.  You are just,
   And worthy such a princely patron’s love,
   As was the world’s renown’d Germanicus: 
   Whose ample merit when I call to thought,
   And see his wife and issue, objects made
   To so much envy, jealousy, and hate;
   It makes me ready to accuse the gods
   Of negligence, as men of tyranny.

Sab.  They must be patient, so must we.

Lat. 
   O Jove,
   What will become of us or of the times,
   When, to be high or noble, are made crimes,
   When land and treasure are most dangerous faults!

Sab. 
   Nay, when our table, yea our bed, assaults
   Our peace and safety? when our writings are,
   By any envious instruments, that dare
   Apply them to the guilty, made to speak
   What they will have to fit their tyrannous wreak? 
   When ignorance is scarcely innocence;
   And knowledge made a capital offence! 
   When not so much, but the bare empty shade
   Of liberty is raft us; and we made
   The prey to greedy vultures and vile spies,
   That first transfix us with their murdering eyes.

Lat. 
   Methinks the genius of the Roman race
   Should not be so extinct, but that bright flame
   Of liberty might be revived again,
   (Which no good man but. with his life should lose)
   And we not sit like spent and patient fools,
   Still puffing in the dark at one poor coal,
   Held on by hope till the last spark is out. 
   The cause is public, and the honour, name,
   The immortality of every soul,
   That is not bastard or a slave in Rome,
   Therein concern’d:  whereto, if men would change
   The wearied arm, and for the weighty shield
   So long sustain’d, employ the facile sword,
   We might soon have assurance of our vows. 
   This ass’s fortitude doth tire us all: 
   It must be active valour must redeem
   Our loss, or none.  The rock and ’our hard steel
   Should meet to enforce those glorious fires again,
   Whose splendour cheer’d the world, and heat gave life,
   No less than doth the sun’s.  Sab.  ’Twere better stay
   In lasting darkness, and despair of day. 
   No ill should force the subject undertake