I’m sick of servitude, with ’time for this’
And ’time for that’: I’d give my ears for freedom;
[She sits in Agrippina’s chair.
To have my servants, and say—Prithee, Fulvia,
What is o’clock?—Fetch me the little kerchief
I left upon my bed—Come, Fulvia, quick;
I want you—Fulvia, go, order my litter—
Fulvia, be gone; we’ve business—Fulvia, stay,
Amuse me for a while.—I would to heaven
I were in Rome again! (Shouts heard.) Hey, what a noise!