OTHO. No! Farewell,
I have brief time.
POPPAEA. Ah! take me with you, then.
OTHO. What! You will come?
POPPAEA. I wish—I wish 'twere wise.
My love shall bear your litter all the way.
[Exit OTHO hastily.
Re-enter MAID
MAID. Has he gone, lady? Had I such a man
I could not let him part thus, not for Caesar.
POPPAEA. For Caesar! No: but Caesar means the world!
For Baiae! The new gold-dust!
MAID. Here, I have it.
POPPAEA. Bear it yourself—entrust it to no other.