He was refused admission.—Seneca knows.
LATERANUS.
My lords, we are all in danger: there’s no time
To investigate. Act,—act ere we be lost!
Ruf. But how to act?
Lat. The plan I have always urged:
Remember, sirs, how Julius fell. To-morrow
Are the Circensian games, Nero will come:
I, under the pretence of some request,
Will kneel to him, as Cimber knelt to Cæsar;