With these world-hungry fingers!
(From behind Nero, enter Page—a little boy—bearing a goblet of wine on a salver. Nero turns, startled.)
Ah!—You!—You!
Page
I bring wine, mighty Caesar.
(Nero passes his hand across his face, and the expression of fright leaves.)
Nero
So you do—
I saw—the boy Brittanicus!—One sees—
Things—does one not?—such eerie nights as these?