Enter SERVANT, hurriedly
SERVANT. O Caesar!
NERO. Well?
SERVANT. Thy mother's galley by a random barge
Was struck, and now is sinking fast.
AGRIPPINA. Alas!
Now must I go by land.
NERO. Yes, go by land.
[TIGELLINUS signals to ANICETUS.
ANICETUS. Yonder there lies a barge with fluttering flags,
A gilded pinnace, a light pleasure-boat
Built for you with much art and well designed.
Will you return in her? Easily she
Can swing round to the landing-stage.
AGRIPPINA. Yes—yes—
I'll go in her—Why not?
NERO. It was foretold——