_Petron_. The cause is one of theirs and this man's Grace. I once was great in wavering smiles of Court; I fell, because I knew. Since have I given My time to my owne pleasures, and would now Advise thee, too, to meane and safe delights: The thigh's as soft the sheepes back covereth As that with crimson and with Gold adorn'd. Yet, cause I see that thy restraind desires Cannot their owne way choose, come thou with me; Perhaps He shew thee means of remedie. [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 2.) 1 _Rom_. Whither so fast, man? Whither so fast? 2 _Rom_. Whither but where your eares do lead you? To _Neros_ Triumphs and the shouts you heare. 1 _Rom_ Why? comes he crown'd with _Parthian_ overthrow And brings he _Volegesus_ with him chain'd? 2 _Rom_. _Parthian_ overthrowne! why he comes crownd For victories which never Roman wonne; For having Greece in her owne arts overthrowne, In Singing, Dauncing, Horse-rase, Stage-playing. Never, O Rome had never such a Prince. 1 _Rom_. Yet, I have heard, our ancestors were crown'd For other Victories. 2 _Rom_. None of our ancestors were ere like him. _Within: Nero, Apollo, Nero, Hercules_![4] 1 _Rom_. Harke how th'applauding shouts doe cleave the ayre,[5] This idle talke will make me loose the sight. Two _Romans_ more to them. 3 _Rom_. Whither goe you? alls done i'th Capytall, And _Nero_, having there his tables hung And Garlands up, is to the Pallace gone. 'Twas beyond wonder; I shall never see, Nay, I never looke to see the like againe: Eighteen hundred and eight Crownes For severall victories, and the place set downe Where, and in what, and whom he overcame. 4 _Rom_. That was set down ith' tables that were borne Upon the Souldiers speares. 1 _Rom_. O made, and sometimes use[d] for other Ends! 2 _Rom_. But did he winne them all with singing? 3 _Rom_. Faith, all with singing and with stage-playing. 1 _Rom_. So many Crowns got with a song! 4 _Rom_. But did you marke the Greek Musitians Behind his Chariot, hanging downe their heads, Sham'd and overcome in their professions? O Rome was never honour'd so before. 3 _Rom_. But what was he that rode ith' Chariot with him? 4 _Rom_. That was _Diodorus_ the Mynstrill that he favours. 3 _Rom_. Was there ever such a Prince! 2 _Rom_. O _Nero Augustus_, the true _Augustus!_ 3 _Rom_. Nay, had you seen him as he rode along With an _Olimpicke_ Crowne upon his head And with a _Pythian_ on his arme, you would have thought, Looking on one, he had _Apollo_ seem'd, On th'other, _Hercules_. 2 _Rom_. I have heard my father oft repeat the Triumphs Which in _Augustus Caesars_ tymes were showne Upon his Victorie ore the _Illirians_; But it seemes it was not like to this. 3 & 4 _Rom_. Push,[6] it could not be like this. 2, 3 & 4 _Rom_. O _Nero, Appollo, Nero, Hercules! [Exeunt 2, 3 & 4 Rom. Manet Primus_.