§ 3. Tiberius still cruel.
With this one dram of humanity, he mingled many ounces of cruelty and blood-shed. For Considius Proculus as he was celebrating his birth day without fear and with Festivi∣ty, is haled out of his own house, brought to the bar and condemned: and his Sister Sancia interdicted fire and water. Pompeia Ma••rina banished; and her Father and Bro∣ther condemned and slew themselves. But this year there is no reckoning of the slaugh∣tered by name, for now their number grew numberless. All that were imprisoned and accused for conspiracy with Sejanus, he causeth to be slain every mothers son. Now, saith mine Author, there lay an infinite massacre of all sexes, ages, conditions, noble and ignoble, either dispersed, or together on heaps. Nor was it permitted to friends or kindred to comfort, bewail, or behold them any more: but a Guard fet, which for the greater grief abused the putrified bodies till they were haled into Tiber, and there left to sink or swim, for none was suffered to touch or bury them. So far was common humanity banished, and pity denyed even after death, revenge being unsatisfied when it had revenged, and cru∣elty extended beyond it self. Nor did the accusers speed better than the accused, for he also caused them to be put to death as well as the other, under that colour of justice and retaliation, satisfying his cruelty both ways to the greater extent. It were to be admired, and with admiration never to be satisfied (were it not that the avenging hand of God upon the bloody City is to be acknowledged in it) that ever a people should