Tomorrow—yes, tomorrow—Mother, stay!
You must not go so far, so far away!
Agrippina
Only to Bauli.
(They have reached the extreme right of stage. The guests now begin to come out of banquet hall, scattering a rippling laughter. Nero is aroused by the merry sound, looks back, gathers himself together with a start.)
Nero
Ah! The moon is bright!
The sea is still! We’ll banquet every night,
Shall we not, Mother?
Certain cares of state