Petron. Why is he rais'd?[3]
Anto. That have I sought in him
But never peece of good desert could find.
He is Nimphidia's sonne, the free'd woman,
Which basenesse to shake off he nothing hath
But his own pride?
Petron. You remember when Gallus, Celsus, And others too, though now forgotten, were Great in Poppeas eyes?
Anton. I doe, and did interpret it in them An honorable favor she bare vertue. Or parts like vertue.
Petron. The cause is one of theirs and this man's Grace.
I once was great in wavering smiles of Court;
I fell, because I knew. Since have I given
My time to my owne pleasures, and would now
Advise thee, too, to meane and safe delights:
The thigh's as soft the sheepes back covereth
As that with crimson and with Gold adorn'd.
Yet, cause I see that thy restraind desires
Cannot their owne way choose, come thou with me;
Perhaps He shew thee means of remedie.
[Exeunt.
(SCENE 2.)
1 Rom. Whither so fast, man? Whither so fast?
2 Rom. Whither but where your eares do lead you? To Neros Triumphs and the shouts you heare.
1 Rom Why? comes he crown'd with Parthian overthrow And brings he Volegesus with him chain'd?