Right plentifully well; as, with a prince, That still holds out the great proportion Of his large favours, where his judgment hath Made once divine election: like the god That wants not, nor is wearied to bestow Where merit meets his bounty, as it doth In you, already the most happy, and ere The sun shall climb the south, most high Sejanus. Let not my lord be amused. For, to this end Was I by Cæsar sent for to the isle, With special caution to conceal my journey; And, thence, had my dispatch as privately Again to Rome; charged to come here by night; And only to the consuls make narration Of his great purpose; that the benefit Might come more full, and striking, by how much It was less look’d for, or aspired by you, Or least informed to the common thought.

Macro Monologue from Sejanus His Fall

Rehearse Macro's monologue