Nero. Yet in his face he sends his tale before him. Bad newes thou tellest?
Mili. 'Tis bad I tell, but good that I can tell it Therefore your Maiestie will pardon me If I offend your eares to save your life.
Nero. Why? is my life indangerd? How ends the circumstance? thou wrackst my thoughts.
Mili. My Lord, your life is conspir'd against.
Nero. By whom?
Mili. I must be of the world excus'd in this, If the great dutie to your Maiestie, Makes me all other lesser to neglect.
Nero. Th'art a tedious fellow. Speake: by whom?
Mili. By my Master.
Nero. Who's thy Master?
Mili. Scevinus.