Doth suppliant Rome beseech thee to preserve,
And doth commend her citizens to thee.
Nero: It is the gift of heaven that haughty Rome,
Her people, and her senate bow to me,
And that my terror doth extort those prayers
And servile words from their unwilling lips.
To save the citizens! seditious men,
Who ever 'gainst their land and prince conspire,495
Puffed up with pride of race—sheer madness that,
When all my enemies one word of mine