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Enter Nimphidius solus.
See how Fate workes unto their purpos'd end And without all selfe-Industry will raise Whom they determine to make great and happy. Nero throwes down himselfe, I stirre him not; He runnes unto destruction, studies wayes To compasse danger and attaine the hate Of all. Bee his owne wishis on his head, Nor Rome with fire more then revenges burne. Let me stand still or lye or sleepe, I rise. Poppea some new favour will seeke out My wakings to salute; I cannot stirre But messages of new preferment meet me. Now she hath made me Captaine of the Guard So well I beare me in these night Alarmes That she imagin'd I was made for Armes. I now command the Souldier,[58] he the Citie: If any chance doe turne the Prince aside (As many hatreds, mischiefes threaten him) Ours is his wife; his seat and throwne is ours: He's next in right that hath the strongest powers. [Exit.