Ner. Bid them change the wind, man: bid them
Snow from the south. Wóod must búrn; when ’tis burnt,
I will rebuild in stone. Go: tell them that!
Go, sir! Stay: hark! Have supper laid to-night
On the palace roof, music beneath, and ladders
Outside for the attendance.
If Rome must burn,
Well, let me see it.
Enter Poppæa.
POPPÆA.