All that I do, and for my sake admire.
I wish that thou wert happier. Think, Poppæa,
What cause thou hast, being for thy peerless beauty
Chosen the world’s Augusta. I could wish
Thou didst smile oftener.
Pop.Well, consider, love,
I have cause for care.
Ner.I wish that thou couldst sing:
Music can cheer. Dost thou remember once,
When thou wast fearful in a thunderstorm,