That bask in Cæsar’s sunshine, when they mock us,
Dream that we wish them other than they are.
I give them joy. See here is folly’s king,
The hare-brained boy to whom injurious fortune
Has given the throne and grandeur of the world:
Now if I bow my head ’tis in thy game,
Ridiculous fate; and my soul laughs at thee.
[Retires aside.
Enter Nero, Otho, Lucan, Tigellinus, and Paris.
NERO.