Pom.  His lordship then is still in grace?

Ter. 
   Assure you,
   Never in more, either of grace or power.

Pom.  The gods are wise and just.

Arr. 
   The fiends they are,
   To suffer thee belie ’em.

Ter. 
   I have here
   His last and present letters, where he writes him,
   The partner of his cares, and his Sejanus.—–­

Lac. 
   But is that true? it is prohibited
   To sacrifice unto him?

Ter. 
   Some such thing
   Caesar makes scruple of, but forbids it not;
   No more than to himself:  says he could wish
   It were forborn to all.

Lac.  Is it no other?

Ter. 
   No other, on my trust.  For your more surety,
   Here is that letter too.

Arr. 
   How easily
   Do wretched men believe, what they would have! 
   Looks this like plot?

Lep.  Noble Arruntius, stay.

Lac.  He names him here without his titles.

Lep.  Note!

Arr.  Yes, and come off your notable fool.  I will

Lac.  No other than Sejanus.

Pom. 
   That’s but haste
   In him that writes:  here he gives large amends.

Mar.  And with his own hand written?

Pom.  Yes.

Lac.  Indeed?

Ter. 
   Believe it, gentlemen, Sejanus’ breast
   Never received more full contentments in,
   Than at this present.

Pom. 
   Takes he well the escape
   Of young Caligula, with Macro?

Ter. 
   Faith,
   At the first air it somewhat troubled him.

Lep.  Observe you?

Arr. 
   Nothing; riddles.  Till I see
   Sejanus struck, no sound thereof strikes me.

                                    [Exeunt Arrun. and Lepidus. 
Pom. 
   I like it not.  I muse he would not attempt
   Somewhat against him in the consulship,
   Seeing the people ’gin to favour him.

Ter. 
   He doth repent it now; but he has employ’d
   Pagonianus after him:  and he holds
   That correspondence there, with all that are
   Near about Caesar, as no thought can pass
   Without his knowledge, thence in act to front him.

Pom.  I gratulate the news.

Lac. 
   But how comes Macro
   So in trust and favour with Caligula?

Pom. 
   O, sir, he has a wife; and the young prince
   An appetite:  he can look up, and spy
   Flies in the roof, when there are fleas i’ the bed;
   And hath a learned nose to assure his sleeps. 
   Who to be favour’d of the rising sun,
   Would not lend little of his waning moon? 
   It is the saf’st ambition.  Noble Terentius!

Ter.  The night grows fast upon us.  At your service. [Exeunt.

           ActV scene I.-An Apartment in Sejanus’ House. 
                        Enter Sejanus.