As make her death seem gentler than deserved.
Enter Nero between Anicetus and Tigellinus.
Ner. My lords, ’tis done. Nay, look not grieved. There’s none
Suffers as much as I; all share the good.
And think not that to keep the world at peace
I grudge this sacrifice: the general care
I set before my own, and therefore bid
There be no public mourning, nay, to-morrow
We shall attend the spectacles and games,
Appear as usual before the people: