Mess. Foure dayes, but by the benefit of sea and Weather am arrivd with him.
Nimph. How strong was Vindex at your setting forth?
Mess. He was esteem'd a hundred thousand.
Tigell. Men enough.
Nimph. And souldiers few enough;
Tumultuary troops, undisciplin'd,
Untrain'd in service; to wast victuals good,
But when they come to look on warres black wounds,
And but afarre off see the face of death—
Nero. It falles out for my empty coffers well, The spoyle of such a large and goodly Province Enricht with trade and long enioyed peace.
Tigell. What order will your Maiestie have taken For levying forces to suppresse this stirre?
Nero. What order should we take? weele laugh and drinke.
Thinkst thou it fit my pleasures be disturb'd
When any French-man list to breake his necke!
They have not heard of Pisoes fortune yet;
Let that Tale fight with them.
Nimph. What order needs? Your Maiestie shal finde This French heat quickly of it selfe grow cold.
Nero. Come away: Nothing shall come that this nights sport shall stay.