Nero. Tigellinus!
[Exit Nero and Tigell.
Corn. See with what earnestnesse he crav'd my Judgment, And now he freely hath it how it likes him.
Neoph. The Prince is angry, and his fall is neere; Let us begon lest we partake his ruines.
[Exeunt omnes praeter Cornu.
Manet Cornutus solus.
What should I doe at Court? I cannot lye.
Why didst thou call me, Nero, from my Booke;
Didst thou for flatterie of Cornutus looke?
No, let those purple Fellowes that stand by thee
(That admire shew and things that thou canst give)
Leave to please Truth and Vertue to please thee.
Nero, there is no thing in thy power Cornutus
Doth wish or fear.
Enter Tigellinus to him.
Tigell. Tis Neroes pleasure that you straight depart
To Giara, and there remaine confin'd:
Thus he, out of his Princely Clemencie,
Hath Death, your due, turn'd but to banishment.
Corn. Why, Tigellinus?