BURRUS. Now the Gaul mutters: the Praetorians
Sullenly snarl.
SENECA. The Christians privily
Conspire.
BURRUS. The legions waver and whisper too.
SENECA. [To PHYSICIAN.] What of the Emperor?
PHYSICIAN. Through Campania
He rushes: and distracted to and fro
Would fly now here, now there; behind each woe
He sees the angered shade of Agrippina.
Now hearing that Poppaea sinks toward death.
Hither is he fast hurrying.
SENECA. Ah, Poppaea,
No sooner Empress made than she must die——
BURRUS. See: she is carried hither.
SENECA. Here to look
Her last upon the glory of the earth.
[Exeunt SENECA, BURRUS, and PHYSICIAN.
[POPPAEA enters, supported by handmaids. She takes a long look
at Rome, then is assisted down to couch.