_Nero_. What may I easily doe? Kill thee or him: How may I rid you all? Where is the Man That will all others end and last himselfe? O that I had thy Thunder in my hand, Thou idle Rover, I'de[42] not shoote at trees And spend in woods my unregarded vengeance, Ide shevire them downe upon their guilty roofes And fill the streetes with bloody burials. But 'tis not Heaven can give me what I seeke; To you, you hated kingdomes of the night, You severe powers that not like those above Will with faire words or childrens cryes be wonne, That have a stile beyond that Heaven is proud off, Deriving not from Art a makers Name But in destruction power and terror shew, To you I flye for succour; you, whose dwellings For torments are belyde, must give me ease. Furies, lend me your fires; no, they are here, They must be other fires, materiall brands That must the burning of my heat allay. I bring to you no rude unpractiz'd hands, Already doe they reeke with mothers' blood. Tush, that's but innocent[43] to what now I meane: Alasse, what evell could those yeeres commit! The world in this shall see my setled wit. [_Exeunt_. (SCENE 3.) _Enter Seneca, Petronius_. _Seneca. Petronius_, you were at the _Theater_? _Petron_. _Seneca_, I was, and saw your Kingly Pupyll In Mynstrills habit stand before the Iudges Bowing those hands which the worlds Scepter hold, And with great awe and reverence beseeching Indifferent hearing and an equall doome. Then Caesar doubted first to be oreborne; And so he ioyn'd himselfe to th'other singers And straightly all other Lawes oth' Stage observ'd, As not (though weary) to sit downe, not spit, Not wipe his sweat off but with what he wore.[44] Meane time how would he eye his adversaries, How he would seeke t'have all they did disgract; Traduce them privily, openly raile at them; And them he could not conquer so he would Corrupt with money to doe worse then he. This was his singing part: his acting now. _Seneca_. Nay, even end here, for I have heard enough; I[45] have a Fidler heard him, let me not See him a Player, nor the fearefull voyce Of _Romes_ great Monarch now command in Iest-- Our Prince be _Agamemnon_[46] in a Play!