And what said Nero?
Br.He but smiled until
The tale tells how the poor child disinherited
Was put to death by his usurping brother;
Then his eye sank; and last, when Paris rose
At the end and praised my acting, he grew wild,
And said the feast was o’er, and bade us go.
Oct. Alas! ’twas done too well.
Br.I mind it not:
I wear no mask: and manifold occasion