Fly to the pole? Poor Plautus! marry Plautus!
Both. Ha! ha! ha! he! he!
Enter Nero. Agrippina is seated.
NERO.
I find you merry, mother; the gods be praised
That you deny the impeachment.
Agr.Really, Nero,
Burrus’ memory is getting very short
If he said I denied it. I did not.
Ner. You did not?