Who aims at thee wounds me.
Re-enter Poppæa with Acte.
I thank thee, love; now leave us. Hither, Acte!
(Poppæa goes out, and is seen to hide where she can be seen by the audience, and can overhear.)
ACTE.
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Act. Cæsar sent for me.
Ner. My sweetest, dearest girl: my only pleasure.
I have ill news for thee.
Act.Nought can seem ill