line appeared, and eight years after he was made Poet Laureate. Soon he became poor and palsy stricken, but his genius did not decay. The most graceful and tender thing he ever wrote was written in his old age. His pastoral drama, The Sad Shepherd, proves that, like Shakespeare, Jonson grew kinder and gentler as he grew near to death, and death took him in 1637. He was a great man. The power of the young Elizabethan age belonged to him; and he stands far below, but still worthily by, Shakespeare, a robust, surly, and observing dramatist."" From Jonson's Sejanus.* Enter Arruntius. Arr. Still dost thou suffer, heaven! will no flame, In thy distemper'd bosom, and o'erflow The pitchy blazes of impiety Kindled beneath thy throne? Still canst thou sleep At thy dread power, and blow dust and smoke And look him dead? Well, snore on, dreaming gods, Heave mountain upon mountain, 'gainst your state- Whom I, expostulating, have profaned. I see what's equal with a prodigy, A great, a noble Roman, and an honest, *Sejanus was the prime minister of Tiberius Claudius Nero Cæsar, Emperor of Rome, 14-37 A.D. For eight years Sejanus possessed an undivided influence over his wicked master, and procured the death or banishment of almost every one op. posed to his own ambition-the attainment of imperial power. The Senate were servile to him, and the people gave him honors second only to those accorded to the Emperor. Tiberius at length became aware of the plans of Sejanus, and had him arrested, condemned, and put to an ignominious death. This extract describes his eminence and the feelings of patriotic Romans toward him just before his fall. Enter Lepidus. O Marcus Lepidus, When is our turn to bleed? Thyself and I, Lep. What we are left to be we will be, Lucius, Arr. 'T hath so on Sabinus. Lep. I saw him now drawn from the Gemonies,1 And, what increased the direness of the fact, His faithful dog, upbraiding all us Romans, Never forsook the corps2, but seeing it thrown Into the stream, leap'd in, and drown'd with it. Arr. O act to be envied him of us men! We are the next the hook lays hold on, Marcus. What are thy arts, good patriot, teach them me, That have preserved thy hairs to this white dye, And kept so reverend and so dear a head Safe on his comely shoulders? Lep. Arts, Arruntius! None but the plain and passive fortitude Tiberius or Sejanus? Yes, I must If I speak out. 'Tis hard that. May I think And not be rack'd? What danger is't to dream, Talk in one's sleep, or cough? Who knows the law? May I shake my head without a comment? say It rains or it holds up, and not be thrown Upon the Gemonies? These now are things 1 Steps near the Roman prison, down which bodies were thrown. 2 Corpse. 3 Its. 1 Sejanus. Nothing hath privilege 'gainst the violent ear. That can be catcht at. Nor is now the event I dare tell you, whom I dare better trust, I do not beg it heaven; but, if the fates And duty, with the thought he is our prince. Amidst his rout of Chaldees; spending hours, Casting the scope of men's nativities, And having found aught worthy in their fortune, Kill, or precipitate them in the sea, And boast he can mock fate. Nay, muse not; these 2 Hinder. * Sejanus had persuaded Tiberius to retire to the island of Capres, now Capri, near Naples. 4 A Semitic people from Mesopotamia, given to astronomy and astrology. Are far from ends1 of evil, scarce degrees. 2 Unto his spintries, sellaries, and slaves. To this (what most strikes us and bleeding Rome) To his own vassal, a stale catamite1, Whom he, upon our low and suffering necks, For having found his favorite grown too great, And with his greatness strong; that all the soldiers Are, with their leaders, made at his devotion; That almost all the senate are his creatures, And that himself hath lost much of his own, 1 His extremes. 2 Lewd people. 4 One kept for unnatural purposes. 3 In addition to. 5 The dirt. To dare an open contestation; His subtilty hath chose this doubling line Scene II. An Apartment in Sejanus' House. Sej. Swell, swell, my joys, and faint not to declare Yourselves as ample as your causes are. I did not live till now; this my first hour; Would thou stood'st stiff, and many in our way! Our power shall want opposites; unless Enter Terentius, Satrius, and Natta. Ter. Safety to great Sejanus! Sej. Now, Terentius? Ter. Hears not my lord the wonder? Sej. Speak it, no. Ter. I meet it violent in the people's mouths, Who run in routs to Pompey's theatre To view your statue, which, they say, sends forth |