Lateranus.

My lords, we are all in danger: there’s no time To investigate. Act,—act ere we be lost!

Ruf. But how to act?

Lat. The plan I have always urged: Remember, sirs, how Julius fell. To-morrow Are the Circensian games, Nero will come: I, under the pretence of some request, Will kneel to him, as Cimber knelt to Cæsar; And as I beg my boon I’ll drag him down, If one of you will slay him.

Fla. That will I.

Asp. And I.

Se^{o.} Or Lord Scevinus.

Ruf. Better, Sir, Do without him. And I still hold my plan The best, that Cæsar should be asked to supper: Then nought were risked. Once more I pray Lord Piso To save unneeded bloodshed.

Pis. I could not do it: Nor were it wise, in face of the great pity Such treachery would stir.

Asp. And the delay: To-morrow is late.

Ruf. Then Lateranus hath it: We adopt his disposition. You, my lord, Must be by dawn to-morrow in Ceres’ temple Clad in imperial purple: I with my guards Will keep the doors; and when the deed is done Will bring you forth, and lead you through the city, Proclaiming you with shouts.

Pis. Well, let it be so. I give consent. Let nothing stop you now: But each man learn his part and act it bravely. Your lives are forfeit. Secrecy and despatch— And now depart.

Ruf. Be you in Ceres’ temple.

Pis. I understand. I shall await you there. Action, Rufus, is now your only hope; Let nothing stop you. Fail me not.

Ruf. Nay, trust me.

Lat. Bravo, Lord Piso.

Fla. and Asp. Hail, great Cæsar!

Pis. Hush! Depart your different ways: be no more seen Than cannot be avoided. I see none Until to-morrow.

All (going). To-morrow! to-morrow! [Exeunt.