Act 2 — [Scene III.][1469]

Sat. They ’re grown exceeding circumspect, and wary. Nat. They have us in the wind: and yet Arruntius Cannot contain himself. Sat. Tut, he ’s not yet Look’d after; there are others more desir’d, That are more silent. Nat. Here he comes. Away! [Exeunt.]

Sab. How is it, that these beagles haunt the house6 Of Agrippina? Arr. O, they hunt, they hunt! There is some game here lodg’d, which they must rouse, To make the great ones sport. Cor. Did you observe How they inveigh’d ’gainst Caesar? Arr. Ay, baits, baits, For us to bite at: would I have my flesh11 Torn by the public hook, these qualified hangmen Should be my company. Cor. Here comes another. [Dom. Afer passes over the stage.] Arr. Ay, there’s a man, Afer the orator!14 One that hath phrases, figures, and fine flowers, To strew his rhetoric with, and doth make haste, To get him note or name by any offer Where blood or gain be objects; steeps his words, When he would kill, in artificial tears: The crocodile of Tiber! him I love,20 That man is mine; he hath my heart and voice When I would curse! he, he. Sab. Contemn the slaves, Their present lives will be their future graves. [Exeunt.]