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And in this strife, the glories all your own, Your Tribunes cannot share this praise with you; Here, your Centurions hath no partly at all, Bootless your Armies, and your Eagles were; No Navies helped, to bring away this conquest. How long came you forth after the former messenger. Down we were set at table, and began With sparkling bowls to chase our fears away, And mirth and pleasure looked out of our eyes; When lo a breathless messenger comes in And tells how Vindex, and the powers of France Have Segius Galba chosen Emperor, With what applause the Legions him receive, That Spain's revolted; Portingale hath joined; As much suspected is of Germany; But Nero, not abiding out the end, Orethrew the tables, dashed against the ground The cup which he so much you know esteemed; Teareth his hair, and with incensed rage Curseth false men, and Gods the lookers on. My Lord, he said that you were crowned for that You could not do. Too long? 'Tis Nero;s pleasure that you straight depart To Giarae, and there remain confined: Thus he, out of his Princely Clemency, Hath Death, your endue, turned but to banishment. I have done, upon your peril go, or stay, ex Ti. Oh fly my Lord, and save your self betimes, The wind does beat the fire upon your house, The eating flame devours your double gates, Your pillars fallen, your golden roofs do melt, Your antique Tables, and Greek Imagery: The fire besets, and the smoke you see Does choke my speech, Oh fly, and save your life. 'Twere better first publish them traitors. Villain dost know where, & of whom thou speakest? He said my Lord, you were thrown out of it, All crushed, and maimed, and almost bruised to death. My Lord, you greater cunning showed in falling, Then had you sat. Why he, whom you esteem so much Crisippus, Wrote many more. He never smiled, my Lord, nor would vouchsafe With one applause to grace your Actium. Heres his head my Lord. I did as you commanded me my Lord. Your Majesty may easily, Without this trouble to your sacred mind. Come sirrah Weel see how stoutly you'll stretch out your neck. Beside, your Majesty this benefit In their disnerved punishment shall reap From all attempts hereafter to be freed, Conspiracy is now for ever dashed, Tumult suppressed, rebellion out of heart; In Piso's death, danger it self did die. Who, that guiddy Frenchman? He would not find out three to follow him. Men enough, What order will your Majesty have taken For levying forces to suppress this stir? You see what issue things do sort unto, Yet may we hope not only impunity, But with our fellows partly oth' gift proclaimed. We were his slaves, his footstools, and must crouch; But now, with such observance to his feet, It is his misery that calls us friends. Hark to the peoples cries, Hark to the streets, that Galba, Galba ring. Shall we with staying seem his tyrannies to uphold, as if we were in love with them? We are excused unless we stay too long, As forced Ministers, and apart of wrong. ex. preter Nero.
Plot summary
Plot — Nero (Piso's Conspiracy)
The Emperor Nero celebrates his latest triumph : not a military victory, but success in a singing and acting competition against the Greeks; he also has one of his critics executed. He gives a performance in the role of Orestes; the theatre is guarded so that the audience cannot escape, and those who do not respond with due enthusiasm are marked down for execution. Deciding that he has treated Rome too lenien:tly, he has the city burned down . The wind blows the fire back towards the palace, and his own possessions are destroyed. . Antonius loves _ the Empress Poppaea, despite Petronius' efforts to persuade him to settle for someone of lower rank. Poppaea refuses Antonius, preferring Nymphidius, who has cultivated her affections as a means to make himself Emperor. Scaevinus broaches --a conspiracy to assassinate Nero, thinking it demeaning to have _an Emperor so dedicated to artistic pursuits. Piso is recruited, and the plotters discuss the best way to assassinate Nero; but they are overheard by the freedman Milichus, who reports them to Nero. Piso commits suicide; other conspirators are arrested, and Nero institutes a purge of their sympathizers. Petronius is arrested and executed simply because Tigellinus has -a score to settle with him. A young man is executed merely for pitying Piso's death; Poppaea tries to save him because he resembles a former lover of hers, so Nero kicks her to death in a rage. News arrives from France that Vindex has revolted and chosen · Galba as Emperor. Nymphidius spreads rumours that Nero has resigned, and tries both to curry favour with Galba's agents and to buy military support for his own ambitions. Nero is condemned by the Senate and commits suicide . Nymphidius is killed by Galba's supporters.