Sent by your royal aunt Domitia
To unmask a thing, which, though the gods be praised
That in discovery have wrought prevention,
Is yet a damnèd plot ....
Ner. (rising). A plot, a plot![All rise.
Stand off; stand off! a plot, thou say’st? a plot?
Pop. (aside to Nero). Pray heaven this prove not now
some fresh contrivance
Of the empress.
Ner.Stand all aside. Art thou in earnest?