SCENE ·• 2

_A room in the house of Piso._

_Enter FLAVUS and PISO, meeting._

_FLAVUS._

My lord, I come from Rufus.

_PISO._

Give thy message.

_Fla._ Natalis and Scevinus both are taken.

All must be known; and your complicity

The first: meanwhile Rufus is unsuspected;

Cæsar hath summoned him to sit as judge

In trial of the accused this afternoon.

He has therefore this last hope, but only this,

That you with all your friends proceed at once

To the fort of the guard: he will proclaim you there,

Relying on the people, who well know

Your prudence, and may passively accept

The revolution as a thing accomplished.

Seeing you countenance it, and have your title

Supported by the guards.

_Pis._ Calls he this hope?

’Tis the forlorn hope.

_Fla._ Desperation, my lord,

Is not despair. I venture it with gladness.

_Pis._ So do not I. I am no doubt betrayed

Already and watched.

_Fla._ Rufus may still be clear:

The informers will not name him while the guards

Remain their last resource.

_Pis._ Bid him act quickly,

And for himself.

_Fla._ My lord, he looks to you.

Unless you appear we cannot gain the people.

Consider how we have all trusted our lives

To your concerted action: now stand forth

And help us as you can.

_Pis._ Stay, man; consider

How I have trusted my life to your action;

And what ye have done with it: my stake in this

Compares no more with thine than does my prize

In the success with thine: I should be Cæsar,

Thou Flavus still: so, if we fail, I suffer

In like degree, my family dishonoured,

My rich estates cónfiscate, my innocent,

Honest dependants, whom I count by thousands,

All plunged in misery: to them my duties

Forbid this reckless hazard.—Return to Rufus,

And say so much. I utter no reproach

’Gainst thee nor any other; I forgive

What reproach thou didst hint. I know thou’rt brave;

Thou hast wished well, and I with thee; but now

Our ill-built ship founders. I am your captain;

My word is each man for himself: my part

I shall act no less bravely, that I see

All goes to the bottom.

_Fla._ Defer, my lord, to the last.

I’ll save you if I may. I will go armed

To the trial.

_Pis._ Act for thyself; think not of me.

Now bear my word to Rufus. Go this way.

[_Exit, showing Flavus out._

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