Madam, the litter waits.
POPPÆA.
Give me my mirror, miss.
Why, see how slovenly thou’st done my hair;
’Tis out already.
Maid.With your pardon, madam,
’Tis very well. Nay, ’tis as firm as a rock.
You look your best to-night.
Pop.Where is the flower
I gave thee?