Ah, Nero, Nero! Rome will all be burned.
Canst thou do nought?
Ner.Nothing. Come watch it with me.
What are my spectacles to this? The gods
Burn at my feet the capital of the world,
’Tis done for me to look on.
Pop.Hast thou a heart?
Ner. There is no mischief, love, I am not a match for.
Rome is a second Troy, but when Troy burned
None built it up; but I will rebuild Rome: