Nero
I—can not—tell—
What—‘twas—I wished—I wished—
Poppaea
(Haughtily.)
Ah, very well.
(She walks slowly on across the stage. Nero stares blankly after her. The sword drops from his hand. As Poppaea disappears, he rouses suddenly as from a stupor.)
Nero
Ho! Guards!
(Three soldiers enter. Nero points to Agerinus.)