And watch what passes. There![Paris hides.
Enter Poppæa.
Now this is kind.
POPPÆA.
I am bounden, lady, to wait on Cæsar’s aunt.
Dom. I count the days, Poppæa, when you yourself
Will call me aunt: and in that happy hope
I’ll stand thy friend.
Pop.I shall have full need, madam,
Of all good offices.