Bid Agerinus enter!
(Page flees. Nero to Anicetus menacingly.)
We shall know
What breath from what damned throat tonight shall hiss!
(Enter Agerinus, bowing low.)
Agerinus
My mistress sends fond greetings and a kiss
To her most noble son, and bids me say,
She rests and would not see him until day.
The royal galley, through unhappy chance,