SCENE · 6
A room in the Palace. Enter NERO and POPPÆA.
NERO.
All for thy sake was planned, and now my pleasure
In scheming thine is fled; for what is Baiæ,
And what Minerva’s feast, blue skies and seas,
Or games, or mirth, or wine, or the soft season,
If thou deny me? Prithee say thou’lt come.
POPPÆA.