SCENE II.-A Room in Lupus's House.

Enter Lupus, HISTRIO, and Lictors.

Tuc. Do, do: stay, there's a drachm to purchase ginger-bread for

thy muse.

Lup. Come, let us talk here; here we may be private; shut the door,

lictor. You are a player, you say.

Hist. Ay, an't please your worship.

Lup. Good; and how are you able to give this intelligence?

Hist. Marry, sir, they directed a letter to me and my fellow--

sharers.

Lup. Speak lower, you are not now in your theatre, stager:--my

sword, knave. They directed a letter to you, and your

fellow-sharers: forward.

Hist. Yes, sir, to hire some of our properties; as a sceptre and

crown for Jove; and a caduceus for Mercury; and a petasus--

[Reenter Lictor.

Lup. Caduceus and petasus! let me see your letter. This is a

conjuration: a conspiracy, this. Quickly, on with my buskins: I'll

act a tragedy, i'faith. Will nothing but our gods serve these poets

to profane? dispatch! Player, I thank thee. The emperor shall take

knowledge of thy good service. [A knocking within.] Who's there

now? Look, knave. [Exit Lictor.] A crown and a sceptre! this is

good rebellion, now.

Lic. 'Tis your pothecary, sir, master Minos.

Lup. What tell'st thou me of pothecaries, knave! Tell him, I have

affairs of state in hand; I can talk to no apothecaries now. Heart

of me! Stay the pothecary there. [Walks in a musing posture.] You

shall see, I have fish'd out a cunning piece of plot now: they have

had some intelligence, that their project is discover'd, and now

have they dealt with my apothecary, to poison me; 'tis so; knowing

that I meant to take physic to-day: as sure as death, 'tis there.

Jupiter, I thank thee, that thou hast. yet made me so much of a

politician.

[Enter Minos.

You are welcome, sir; take the potion from him there; I have an

antidote more than you wot of, sir; throw it on the ground there:

so! Now fetch in the dog; and yet we cannot tarry to try

experiments now: arrest him; you shall go with me, sir; I'll tickle

you, pothecary; I'll give you a glister, i'faith. Have I the

letter? ay, 'tis here.--Come, your fasces, lictors: the half pikes

and the Halberds, take them down from the Lares there. Player,

assist me.

[As they are going out, enter MECAENAS and HORACE.

Mec. Whither now, Asinius Lupus, with this armory?

Lup. I cannot talk now; I charge you assist me: treason! treason!

Hor. How! treason?

Lup. Ay: if you love the emperor, and the state, follow me.

[Exeunt.

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