ACTE. Nero!
NERO. Blaze! Rage! Blaze!
[The flame flashes up more fervently.
For now am I free of thy blood,
I have appeased and atoned,
Have atoned with cries, with crashings, and with flaming.
Thy blood is no more on my head;
I am purged, I am cleansed;
I have given thee flaming Rome for the bed of thy death!
O Agrippina!
[He falls in a swoon—ACTE runs towards him.